Nova sat at the kitchen table lost in thought. A mug of hot chocolate was held in her hands. Her caramel hair was in a knot secured by her wand. She wore one of her Pa's old sweaters

She and Ron both passed their entrance exams. They had an instructor review everything and they were to have a senior Auror with them for the first two months. 

Nova felt like she was betraying Moody as she "trained" under Bat (AKA Bartholemew). It's been nearly six years since Moody's death, but it still felt like she was betraying him. 

When she was playing Quidditch, Nova was home by three every afternoon and practiced Monday through Friday. Now she works Monday through Saturday. She wakes up in the early hours of the morning only to return as the sun begins to set. 

The Twins, Teddy, and the animals were desperate for her attention when she did return home. 

"Goodmorning, love," Harry greeted as he kissed the top of her head. 

"'Morning," she sent him a smile as she passed him a hot chocolate. 

"I have a surprise for you," Harry stated as he grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to one of the many rooms in Potter Manor. 

"Okay . . ." 

Harry and Nova were the only two awake seeing as all the children slept soundly. 

"You wanted to surprise me with a room in our house," Nova stated blandly. 

"It's not just any room."

"It has walls, a floor, and a ceiling. This is a room, darlin. There isn't anything too special about it."

Harry rolled his green eyes. 

"This is your new study." He declared. "If you want it to be of course. I mean this way you don't have to stay at the Auror Office overtime while working a case. You can bring it here."

Nova would be lying if she said her heart didn't melt. It was one thing to say someone supported another's decision. It was completely different to show them they did. And that's what Harry's doing. 

"Darlin, there isn't a desk in here," Nova said with a smirk tugging at her lips. 

"I'm trying to be cute here!" Harry huffed. "Let me be cute!"

"Would you like to do another take or . . .?" Nova teased with a grin.

"Yes. Yes, I would." Harry nodded firmly. 

And so the two twenty-four-year-olds walked from the room only to reenter. This time, however, Nova let her husband have his moment. She listened intently as he rambled on. 

" . . .we can put a purple piano-"

"Do you even know how to play piano?" Nova raised a brow. 

Before Harry could answer, a groggy Teddy appeared in the doorway. His hair was splayed in all directions as he rubbed his eyes before yawning in his alien pajamas. 

"Mum? Dad?" he said in between another yawn. "What's for breakfast? What are you doing in here? What purple piano?"

"Having sex on a purple piano," Regulus shrugged. 

"What the actual fuck, Reg?" Dorcas asked as she turned to the brunette. 

"It was the first thing that came to mind," he answered. "That or arson."

"How-?" Lily began. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask."

***

Stop hiding, Little Lupin. 

Nova set the first letter down. Kingsley received more letters and had given them to Nova for her to look over. 

Normally, an Auror wasn't meant to work a case that was personal. Nova didn't care. She's going to work on this case whether they want her to or not. This sociopath was aiming to kill her and her family, and she's going to catch this son of a bitch. 

You know where I am, Little Lupin. 

Actually, I don't. If I did, you'd be in Azkaban you rat, Nova thought to herself as she sat at her desk in the Auror Department. 

Come out to play, Little Lupin. Stop hiding.

I'm not even hiding. Nova rolled her honey eyes. 

It'd be a shame if the Littlest Lupins were . . .nipped by a werewolf.

"Okay, bitch," Nova growled. "You've got my attention."

"Nox," Ron asked from his desk beside hers. "You alright over there?"

"Well, Ronald, I do happen to have a homicidal sadistic bastard out for me and my kids. I'm doing just fine," Nova said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. 

"Got another letter I take it," Ron walked over to her desk to examine the letters. 

Much to the pleasure of the two, they were partners. It made everything better. Both Nova and Ron aren't strangers. They know each other's weaknesses. They know each other's strengths. They know how each other works. They work well in combat together. Not to mention they can both read each other like an open book, meaning they can form plans without using their words. 

It also brought a form of comfort to Harry and Hermione, knowing the person they loved the most was working with someone they trusted and knew would protect them. 

"He's a bloody wanker," Ron stated as he sat in the second chair that was almost always at Nova's desk. "Have you checked the type of parchment?"

"There are different types of parchment?"

"Of course there are!" Ron exclaimed as he looked at his friend in complete shock. "How did you not know?"

"My Pa always did the shopping . . ." Nova frowned. "And I normally just grabbed whatever."

"If we can figure out what kind of parchment it is, we can figure out where it came from. Generally, certain types of parchment are sold where there is a lot of the same type are sold. If we can figure that out, we know where he's at." Ron nodded. 

"That's great and all," Nova began. "But do you know a parchment analysis spell?"

"Look!" Tonks said sarcastically. "She's about as positive as Remus!"

"'Ye a little faith," Ron grinned before grabbing the parchment. "My mum taught me how to tell the different types . . .or at least how to narrow down the options."

"Merlin bless Molly Weasley."

"It looks like it's used from recycled materials," Ron informed. "Like old newspapers, old parchments, stuff like that."

"At least her cares for the Earth," Nova and Remus muttered hotly in unison. 

"We just need to find out who makes parchment from-" Ron began. 

"Oi! Rodney!" Nova shouted as she addressed her co-worker. "Where do you get your Earth-Friendly parchment?"

"There isn't anywhere that actually produces it, so I make my own, Nox," he answered as he pocketed his pocket watch. "My daughter said that while I'm saving the people, she'll work on saving the planet."

"Smart girl," Nova nodded. 

"Also she says to thank you for the shampoos," Rodney informed. 

"I'm glad she liked them," Nova grinned. 

Rodney is a single father. The girl's mother left her at his doorstep when she was no older than a month old. Now, she's fourteen and desperate to make a difference. 

When Nova was sent to drop some paperwork off at his house, his daughter, Charlie, opened the door. When she saw Nova, she switched to Potternese for a moment. 

"So that's a dead-end," Ron stated with a huff. 

Nova put her head in her hands before rubbing her temples. 

"Can he choke on a chicken nugget or some shit?" She groaned. 

***

As July faded into August, there was no luck with the Greyback case. Letters were still being sent to Nova but they weren't trackable. It was a different bird every time and there were no witnesses. 

Nova and the other Aurors were growing frustrated. 

There was nothing. 

The only thing they had were the letters. 

The only thing they could do was advise everyone to stay indoors during the full moon. 

They couldn't even track the attacks. They were too sparsely spread out it was near impossible to even link the crimes. 

Nova walked through the streets on her way to work. She had just kissed her husband and children goodbye before apparating to an alleyway. Despite being an Auror, she refused to wear the required robes. She simply wore her typical apparel; leather jacket, jeans, t-shirt, and converses.

Up ahead, she saw a familiar redhead bounding towards her. 

"Nox!" He shouted. "We've got a lead!"

"Where?" she asked eagerly. 

"Don't trust him, Lion!" Sirius shouted. 

"Morgenstern Manor," Ron stated happily. "Let's go!"

"Don't go with him!" Regulus shouted, throwing a gummy bear at the screen.

"Nova Lily!" Remus warned. "Be careful! Don't go with him!" 

And so the two apparated from an alleyway. 

Nova, who had been too eager to catch the bastard, didn't register who odd Ron was acting. She didn't register how he practically announced the case to the public, not that anyone noticed. She didn't register the odd smell that lingered with him. She didn't register how the smell that clung to him was the same smell she associated with discomfort. With danger. 

Nova didn't notice that Ron wasn't actually Ron Weasley.

***

Three hours later, Ronald Weasley apparated to Potter Manor. His partner has yet to come to work, which worried him. Normally his partner was there before he was. Normally his partner would tease him about "being late" when he was just on time. 

"Hey, Ron," Harry greeted with a grin as the twins sat on each of his hips. James had his fingers in his mouth as his honey eyes studied his Uncle Ron. Jade, who was on Harry's other hip, also looked at her Uncle Ron with her fingers in her mouth. She, however, looked almost as if understanding was within her green eyes. 

"Hi, Harry," Ron said but he lacked the happiness. He seemed more concerned. "Is Nova here? Our shift started Nearly three hours ago, and she didn't come. Is she sick-?"

"What do you mean she's not there?" Harry asked as he walked to the living room where Teddy was playing on the Xbox. "She left for work hours ago."

"Harry, she never came to work," Ron informed. 

Hermione appeared in the fireplace. 

"Kingsley needs to see both of you. Ginny and Luna are on their way to babysit. Blaise and Theo are already there." She said. 

"What's wrong?" Ron asked his wife. 

"Nova's panic alarm went off. She hasn't answered the pens either."

*the pens are inventions by Nova and Mad-Eye during the war. They're basically walkie talkies

Author's Note!

Hi! I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was just extremely drained. 

Anyways, I have some fanfictions to suggest. I know many of you have been looking for fanfics to read and I thought I'd give you three. Two of which are relatively new, but are absolutely amazing. 

Recommendations:

BLACK VINES by graceXelizabethX

The Lost Potter by ginnycanrailme

The Marauders Who Lived by xMoonyFlowerx