For every Rose, A Lily.

Vibrant red hair, shinning green eyes, and a face that was strong yet womanly. An undecorated portrait of Lily Potter nee Evans came into being, sitting in the middle ground below the pictures of Sirius and Seirios. For a moment, nothing happened. Narcissa stood rigid, still holding Harry close, with her eyes glued to tapestry with laser focus and slowly spreading disbelief on her face. The mature witch pulled her wand away, waited for the Lily to fade away, and pressed her wand against the tapestry again. Several times she did this, as if expecting a different result, only for Lily to show up again every time.

Harry eyed Narcissa with worry and, possibly, a smidge of concern. Was this it? Had this outed her? Was the **** Eaters wife putting together the pieces and finding them an impossible fit? Harry clenched her jaw. She didn't like the idea of making a grab for the woman's wand while it was in her hand. Would it be better to make a run for it? That didn't seem like the smartest move either. Was her only option to keep playing nice, sticking to this 'Sierios' role and going along with whatever Narcissa came up with? To be fair, this whole 'let other people fill in the gaps' strategy hadn't failed her yet.

"So..."

"Just... Just a moment dear." Mrs. Malfoy stepped away from the tapestry, still looking at the spot Lily kept popping up in. Turning slowly, she began pacing the length of the room, eyes open but not looking, hands playing with her wand as their owner mumbled, working through the puzzle that was her cousin.

"Can't be... Tapestry can't be wrong... Close, but not that close... Or were they?.. Could explain why Sirius never settled... But James... None of them were the type to... Or was she not meant to be left there?.. Just to keep her safe till the war ended?.. If they were the only ones who knew... no one to bring her back... But Lupin... When Sirius got out... A fugitive... Still, he could have... Azkaban must have taken more of a toll on him then I thought."

A whistling sound made Harry look back to the rooms entrance. Sparing the piebald woman a glance, she followed the sound out of the room and into the kitchen, where she found a kettle sharing a hot stovetop with a pan full of bacon.

Ah, right. The Weasley's.

Sighing, Harry took the kettle off the burner, paused, shrugged, and fetched two cups for tea. As soon as she had the chance, she'd have to make sure the Weasley's were okay. How did one even apologize for getting an entire family **** apparated away to random locations? And without even letting them finish breakfast first, no less?

A few minutes passed before Narcissa joined her in the kitchen, a far away look still in her eyes as she sat at the table. She muttered a distracted 'Thank you' when a cup of tea, a small sugar bowl, and a cream pitcher were set before her. It wasn't until she'd mixed her tea and taken a drink that she came back from her thoughts and took in the sight of her niece in an apron.

"Sierios, dear. What are you doing?" Narcissa said in a tone that more asked, 'why.'

"Just finishing the cooking." Harry replied as she took the almost too done bacon out of the pan and laid it on a plate. With how tight money always seemed to be for the Weasley's, hopefully she could find a way to get all the food stored here back to the them. And speaking of staying on someone's good side. "Hungry? You didn't eat anything at the Cauldron."

Narcissa eyed the table full of the Weasley's food like it couldn't be trusted to be safe to eat. "I'm fine, dear. Thank you."

Harry mentally shrugged. That always worked on Uncle Vernon, so it had been worth a shot. Switching off the stove, she joined her "aunt" at the table with a plate full of good home cooking.

There was silence again at Grimmauld Place as the two settled in. Harry, greatly enjoying Mrs. Weasley's handiwork. Narcissa, watching with eyebrow raised as her niece downed a second breakfast in as many an hour.

"If I may ask," Narcissa began, giving Harry a once over with a newly critical eye. "When was the last time you've had a visitation with a Healer?"

Harry made to answer before thinking better of it and swallowed her food first. "Like a proper doctors appointment?" She actually had to think about that for a moment. That was a straight up 'No' for his time at the Dursley's. And while there was the numerous occasions he'd visited the hospital wing at Hogwarts, those had been less about general health checkups and more about dealing with pronounce - and profoundly painful - injuries. "Never, I guess. Why?"

"Just thinking it would be good for you to have one is all." She took a sip of her tea. "We'll see to arranging one for you once we get to the Alley. Please, eat your fill first."