Three months after she'd last seen Remus, Amy had been feeling funny, so she went to the doctor and her doctor told her that she was four months pregnant. It was a girl.
When Amy went back to her parent's house she didn't want to tell them, but she had to.
"You're what?!" Amy's father yelled.
"Dad, calm down, the baby can hear you and you'll freak her out if you yell," she hissed.
"I will not calm down! I'm going over to that Lupin boy's place right now to give him a piece of my mind!"
Amy gasped. "No," she whispered. "No, you can't!"
"Why not? Give me one good reason for not going over there and putting a silver bullet through that damn werewolf's head! It'd better be the truth, too!"
The truth was that if the Ministry of Magic found out about Remus's child they'd kill her and either arrest or kill Remus. Amy didn't want her baby dead and she didn't want Remus to go to prison (or die, for that matter), so she did the first thing that came to mind.
"You want a good reason not to kill him? You want the truth? Fine. You can't get mad at Remus because . . . because it's not even his baby!"
Amy's mother dropped the wine glass she'd been holding. "What?" she squawked.
Amy gulped. Time for another lie.
"Four months ago, on a full moon, I went out to a bar and this guy came up to me and started buying me drinks. I woke up the next morning naked in that man's bed with his arms around me. He was asleep still, so I got dressed and left. When Remus asked me where I'd been I got scared and lied to him; I told him I'd been visiting you two, and he never found out. I never want him to, either, not even now."
The room was cold, as if the air had been sucked out of it as her parents stared at her. Rose was the first to snap out of her mental freak-out. "What-how-Amy, how do you even know whether or not it's his child?"
Amy swallowed and bit her bottom lip. "I went to the bar at the end of November, and I didn't have sex with Remus the whole month of October. Think about it; if I'd had sex with him right after I'd had sex with the guy from the bar, and then later found out that I was pregnant, I wouldn't know whose baby it was!"
"Well, you could've had a blood test done, or-"
"No, I couldn't; if it wasn't his child and he found out, I don't think he'd be able to stay with me and raise a kid knowing that it wasn't even his! For God's sake, Mom, he told me to get out of the apartment because I was stupid and reckless! Hr broke our engagement because of something that was my fault! Imagine what he'd do if he found out I'd been with another guy during the one time he couldn't be with me! He'd think that it was his fault for driving me away and he'd blame himself, saying he knew he wasn't any good for me and that I deserved better!" Amy was crying by the time by the time she'd finished yelling. "Don't you get it? He would've left me even if I hadn't put myself in danger," she sobbed.
Rose hugged her daughter close and rubbed small circles across her back, trying to calm her down.
Amy was crying not only because she'd lied to her parents, but because she knew that both Remus and her bay would die if anyone ever discovered the truth. In order to keep both of them safe, she had to keep lying. She couldn't let anyone know the truth.
On July 4, 1981, Amy gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with light brown hair and bright amber eyes.
"She's beautiful." Amy's mother gushed. The nurse that had helped her through the birth smiled softly at the baby. "What are you going to name her?"
Amy thought for a moment before saying, "Alyssa. Her name is Alyssa."
The nurse nodded and scribbled the baby's name onto a birth certificate. "Middle name?"
Amy didn't need to think about that; she'd already known what Alyssa's middle name was going to be. "Luna."
"Luna, how pretty," the nurse said. "That's Spanish for moon, isn't it?" Amy nodded. "Okay, last name?" the nurse asked.
"Lee," said Rose. "She'll keep her mother's last name."
The nurse nodded and walked out of the hospital room. Amy closed her eyes and held her baby close to her, never wanting to let go.
She didn't want to stay in England, so when Alyssa was old enough to travel Amy took her back to America, back to her parent's old house in Bradenton Beach, Florida.
Alyssa Luna Lee grew up just like any other girl and there was never any sign she'd been affected by the magical world until she was five years old.
Alyssa was sitting in her booster seat at the dinner table. Amy got up to open the curtains and as soon as the moonlight streamed into the room Alyssa groaned, fell to the ground and curled into a ball. Amy hurried over to her. "Sweetheart? Alyssa? What's wrong, honey?"
"My body hurts," Alyssa cried. "It feels like my body's stretching and it hurts!"
Amy stared in horror as Alyssa's body started changing; her arms and legs grew, her hands and feet shrunk into paws, her face elongated into a muzzle, her ears became pointed, her tailbone grew longer, and thick golden fur sprouted all over her body.
A golden wolf cub was growling and bearing its teeth at Amy. "Oh my god," she breathed. The cub lunged for her but Amy dodged and ran for the basement stairs. She flung the door open and got out of the way just as the wolf cub ran at her again. It bounced down the stairs and Amy shut and locked the basement door quickly before sinking to the floor. She cried when she heard the cub on the other side of the door whining and growling.
"My poor little girl," she cried.
The next morning Amy went down the stairs with a fresh set of clothes and a first aid kit. Alyssa was curled into a ball and Amy had to wake her up before cleaning her cuts and dressing her. There was a nasty looking bite on Alyssa's leg that would leave a scar, along with several other cuts and bites all over her small body. Amy picked her daughter up, carried her upstairs, made her a cup of hot chocolate, and told Alyssa the truth about her father.
Amy asked her to tell anyone that asked that she was bitten by a werewolf and then show them the bite mark on her leg.
"Listen to me," said Amy. "No one can ever know any of what I just told you, okay? This has to be our little secret, okay?"
Alyssa nodded. "Okay, mommy."
Amy smiled and hugged her. "That's my girl; come on, let's get you to bed." She picked her daughter up and carried her upstairs to her room. She tucked Alyssa into her bed and kissed her forehead.
"I love you, mommy," Alyssa yawned.
Amy ran a hand through her daughter's hair. "I love you too, sweetheart. I love you with all my heart."
A/N: Th-th-th-tha-that's all folks!