Author's Note: Apologies to those who read most of this when it somehow got stuck to the end of While the World Rejoiced, I still don't have a clue how that happened. Anyway, thank you so much for the lovely reviews, glad you like
Chapter Two: Secrets
"Right you two, it's time for lu…" Sirius' jaw dropped to the ground.
"Oh bejesus!" James cried. "Lily's going to kill me."
"You? Sirius was the one who left them in a room full of paint," Peter pointed out.
Sirius was now trying to suppress his amusement at the fact that Harry and his young cousin looked like a pair of juvenile smurfs.
"It's okay, we can wash it off in the bath," Remus suggested.
Nymphadora shook her head, smiling.
"And why not miss?" he asked her.
"'Cause it's gloss paint, you need turps to get that off," she replied helpfully.
"How do you know that?" James asked her.
"I might be hyperactive, doesn't mean I'm stupid too," she pouted, folding her arms. Sirius knelt down and put his arm round his little cousin.
"Aw, Littlen, he didn't mean that, did you James?" James rolled his eyes. Nymphadora poked a blue tongue at him and returned her skin to it's normal colour.
She spotted Sirius' wand poking out his pocket. She grabbed it and pointed it at Harry.
Remus snatched the wand off of her as pink splodges appeared all over baby Harry's blue skin.
"Will you keep that bloody child under control Padfoot!" James yelled, picking up his son. "Holy f…"
Remus put his hands over Nymphadora's ears while James took Harry into the bathroom, going through his entire vocabulary of swear words.
"Gerroff," Nymphadora said, stamping on Remus' foot.
"Oh for crissakes Littlen!" Sirius cried. "I'm going to sort out your mess, now you will behave, or I'll go and get your father from work to take you away!"
Nymphadora ran behind Remus, pulling at his cardigan as Sirius stomped off to help James. Peter scurried into Sirius' bedroom to tidy up the paint.
"He's scary sometimes," she said.
"Yes, I suppose he is," Remus agreed with a chuckle. He turned round to see Nymphadora reach for Remus' own wand.
"Oh no you don't," he said, pulling it out of her reach. "Do you want to be expelled from Hogwarts before you've even started?"
"I only wanted to use it to get an itch on my back that I can't reach," she told him innocently. "I don't want to go to Hogwarts anyway."
"Why on earth not?"
"Because no-one will like me," she mumbled, dropping onto the sofa and hugging a cushion.
"Of course they will," he reassured, sitting down next to her. "You seem like a lot of fun to me."
"Well you're too nice for your own good, Sirius says so too." Remus raised an eyebrow.
"They wont like me 'cause of who I am and what I am," she said. "People don't trust me."
"Who are you and what are you that's so terrible, eh?" Remus asked earnestly. She answered both his questions in one go, screwing up her face and turning her eyes back to their natural gray hue; the colour of her mother's eyes and of Sirius'.
"I see," he said. "Well, people can be more tolerant than you think. Sirius and your mum fitted in once everyone saw how different they were to their family."
"Everyone likes them, they're not metamorphmagi," she sulked.
"You know, you're not the only one with a secret," Remus hinted. Nymphadora's eyes widened.
"Tell me, tell me! You know mine, I want to know yours."
"Tell you what, we'll make a deal," he said. "If you go to Hogwarts, and work hard and make lots of friends, I'll tell you my secret."
"Promise," said Remus, holding out his hand for her to shake. Nympadora took it and smiled.