Abby sat in the common room, in the muggle clothes, which bassically meant sweatpants, and a sweater. Her brown hair was perched on top of her head in a messy bun, and she had a book in her hand, which her brown eyes were skimming over.

To Harry, she looked perfect. They had been hanging out for a couple of weeks, and they had gotten a lot closer, they told eachother a lot. Harry sat across from her, admiring her,

"Take a picture, boo. It will last longer" 

Immediately a blush blossomed onto Harry's face, and he cleared his throat, and went back to looking at the map, which was in his hands. Abby of course already knew what that was, seeing as her father was one of the creators. 

Harry hadn't a clue what her last name was, nobody knew. When she was sorted, she walked up to the hat, not letting the professor say her last name. She knew who her father was, and before her first class, she personally asked Dumbledore, to notify all of the professors to call her by her first name, she did not want any of them to utter her last name.

She of course adored her father, but they both decided that it would be better for everyone not to know who that was, and she wasn't very happy that nobody knew her, well, really knew her, she aslo wasn't happy that she couldn't tell anyone who she really was. 

She was a mystery to everyone.

She snickered quietly to herself, and thought the word, accio, over and over in her head, and soon the parchment came flying towards her. She smirked at Harry, as he looked at her with a dumbfounded look.

"I hate that you can do wandless and wordless magic" Harry grumbled, as he went to sit beside her. He peered over her shoulder at the map, as she traced the map, as she watched Dumbledore pace throughout his office, or as Snape walked quickly down the halls, as Fred and George Weasley ran down the halls, with Argus Flich behind them.

A smile made its way onto her face, as she watched the twins take a sharp turn, and Flich keep going straight. They both watched as the names on the parchement all disappear into classrooms, and common rooms. 

"Hey, Abby" Harry asked, "Yeah" She replied, "Whats your last name?" He pondered, her eyes darted to the map, and that did not go un noticed to Harry. "Just look, and maybe you'll see" She replied, as she got up, and threw the parchment into Harrys lap, kissed his cheek, and walked back into her dorm.

Harry looked at the map which she had folded.

Sirius doesn't have a daughter, I am pretty sure I don't have a sister, Voldemort would kill Peters daughter if he ever had one, so that leaves... Moony.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked down towards the word Moony, 

"Remus' daughter is Abby. Remus has a daughter?" He whispered,