Disclaimer: ALL HP characters are the property of JKR, the WB, and the respective publishing companies. I do own Jenn Parksen, Lori Wilson, and Monica Sinclair as well this twisted version of the plot. This is, of course, a simple Fan-Fiction that I have written in order to retain some semblance of sanity and dignity.

Summary: They discovered their Future when they opened what they thought was a simple book. Then they learned the terrible Truth of betrayal at the hands of a so called friend. What is left for them to discover? The Heart of course – for it is in the heart that Hope, Love, Strength, and Redemption are born. Come journey through the continuing saga of James, Lily, Sirius, Jenn, Remus, and Lori as they 'Discover the Heart', Part 3 in my Discovering Series.

A MWPP era fanfic by Mrs. Insane One...

AN1: This story is a continuation of Discovering the Future and Discovering the Truth; if you have not already read 'Future' & 'Truth', I'd advise you to go do so before beginning this story as otherwise this story will not make a whole lot of sense otherwise.

As with the posting of the previous two books in the series on this site, I have edited and revised a good portion of this entire story – in order to fix many of my rampant mistakes that I made the first time I wrote it (though I am certain that I've missed a few of those same mistakes). I have also been adding in a few new scenes and rewording others as well as adding a more in-depth summary at the beginning.

I hope you enjoy reading this story (as much as you enjoyed it the first time for those of you who have read one or both of the original versions on other sites). Thank you, and enjoy the story! – Jenn

AN2: This story is self-beta'd; so there may be occasional grammatical or spelling errors that crop up every now and then and for those I apologize in advance.


Discovering the Heart
Revised Alternate Version for Re-posting

Chapter 1: A small Leap Back in Time

Alastor Moody sat silently as he guarded Peter Pettigrew in the dim light of the Hospital Wing. It was just after midnight and Moody had been awoken by a vague sense of uneasiness. Kingsley had just left moments ago to roam the hallways in an effort to insure that no further harm befell the students of Hogwarts.

Shifting uneasily Moody let his magical eye search every crack and cranny both inside and outside of the hospital. He could find no trace of anything that would warrant the sense of impending doom. Shoving himself to his feet he paced back and forth in front of the bed where Pettigrew lay under the influence of a potent sleeping draught.

Moody let his thoughts slip back to the interrogation that had taken place earlier that afternoon in the presence of the Headmaster.

"Wake him," Dumbledore had instructed the moment he stepped into the Hospital Ward.

Moody nodded and pointed his wand at Peter and murmured "Rennervate." And watched as the boy struggled to rise himself before slumping back onto the bed helplessly.

Moody had then given the boy three more drops of the truth serum before propping the boy up on the bed so he could see all of those who had gathered around his bed. Madam Pomfrey set up several screens and then left the room so that Pettigrew could be questioned.

At that point Dumbledore had stepped forward and commanded Peter to answer his questions. Peter had nodded once and Dumbledore began the interrogation.

"How long have you been in contact with Voldemort?"

Peter flinched at the name but answered the question without hesitation, "Since the end of last year."

"Who have you been giving the information to?"

"Zebulon Avery, he promised I would be powerful."

"Have you ever given information directly to Voldemort?"

"Yes," Peter replied although he flinched at the sound of the Dark Lords name again.

"What information did you give him?"

"The book. He wanted to know of the book."

Dumbledore had paused at hearing of the book once more. Frowning he searched his memory and tried to recall where he had first heard of the book. As it dawned on him he looked sharply at Peter before continuing with the questioning.

"What do you know of the book?"

"Lily Evans found the book. It told of the future, of death and destruction, of the downfall of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord demanded that the book be brought to him so that he could discover the means of his downfall. The Dark Lord will kill for the book."

"What book Peter?"

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Tell me what you know of Petunia Evan's death," Dumbledore commanded.

"When the Dark Lord was thwarted by Potter and his friends after capturing Lily Evans, he demanded information about the Evans girl. He had thought that the death of her parents would frighten the girl into giving up the book, but he was wrong. The Dark Lord was greatly angered and swore that the girl would pay. I took him to the Evan's house and we waited there for the girl. She tried to fight, but in the end she fell under the Death Eater's wands and the Dark Lord made her suffer as he told her of how her parents died. She called him a liar and the Dark Lord showed her a vision of Lily and her parents," Peter explained as his eyes glazed over with terror at the memory. "Lily's sister died with the knowledge that Lily was to blame for everything. Voldemort then left a note for Lily on the wall."

Professor McGonagall and placed a hand shakily over her eyes as she listened to the horror that Petunia had suffered at the hands of Voldemort. Moody glared out of his normal eye, while his magical one whirled round and round as he surveyed the hallway near the hospital incase a student should pass by.

"What happened next, Pettigrew?"

"When that failed to force Lily into bringing the book, he punished me. It was my fault that she would not do as she was told. He commanded me to fetch another. He told me to bring him the one who told me of the book. So I took Monica out into the forest where the Death Eaters waited for her with the Dark Lord. She never suspected that she walked into a trap. I was supposed to lure the others out and then escape from the castle. Something went wrong though and the Dark Lord used his magic to show Lily what was to become of her friend."

Dumbledore sank into a nearby chair as he listened to how Monica was tricked into going out into the forest. He could not believe how closely involved Peter had been in all of the plans to kill or destroy Lily Evans and James Potter. The treachery went far beyond what he had ever expected.

As Peter continued, he described how he'd given the Gryffindor password to those who helped search for the book. When he began telling of how he had chewed off his own tail to escape the trap, Kingsley turned away and was noisily sick. Moody looked as if he too would be sick, but managed to choke back the bile that had risen into his mouth.

Before Peter could go further, Dumbledore had ordered him to stop. Nothing further was needed. Turning from the still grinning boy Dumbledore left the room without speaking from the others. McGonagall had walked weakly over to the Healers office and asked for a strong sleeping potion that she gave to Moody to administer to the boy before she followed after Dumbledore so that she could make sure he was alright. Kingsley sat weakly in the chair that Dumbledore had left and sat shaking as he washed his mouth out with a bit of water.

Moody was pulled from his contemplation of the past by a piercing scream that echoed through the Hospital Ward. Jerking his head around he stepped back in shock as a blood red light dripped from the ceiling above and fell onto Peter where he lay in the bed.

The moment the light touched him Peter screamed out for a second time, writhing in agony with each drop of the red light. Moody thrust his arm up in front of his face as the light suddenly began pouring from the ceiling in a steady roar – the heat intense – though no fire burned. Then, as suddenly as the light had appeared it stopped.

Moody lowered his arm and gazed in horror upon what remained of Peter Pettigrew.

The bed smoked slightly as a faint residue of red light pulsed about the blackened form of Pettigrew. The echoes of his screams continued to ring throughout the hospital, even as Madam Pomfrey crashed out of her office and stumbled to a stop beside Moody; a look of pure terror on her face.

As he watched a final drop of red light fell from the ceiling and caused Moody to look up with his magical eye. What he saw there, or rather what he didn't see there chilled him to the bone. Turning from the body of the dead boy Moody rushed from the Hospital Wing and up the stair to the room where the six students had been placed for their protection.


Kingsley was leaning slightly back against the wall half dozing as he stood hidden under an invisibility cloak. After leaving Moody earlier, he had taken up a protective position outside the sanctuary that had been created to guard those inside from further harm. Just passed midnight Kingsley stirred when he heard voices from inside the room. Pushing himself away from the wall he listened for several minutes before he relaxed. So long as they didn't try to leave the room, it didn't matter what they did.

Kingsley was just settling back against the wall when the sounds from inside the room were cut off abruptly. Puzzled he turned towards the door to better hear what was going on when he heard a roaring sound rise from out of the room. He was reaching out to open the door when the whole wall suddenly grew hot and then cold to the touch. Frowning he grabbed the handle with his left hand and reached for his wand with his right.

At the same moment an explosion sounded from inside the room and as the sound poured forth into the hallway the entire fifth floor seemed to fall out from under Kingsley. He was thrown heavily against the far wall as the floor rushed back up only to shift violently first to the left and then back to the right again before it stopped completely.

As the dust settled around him he heard screaming from inside the room and climbing to his feet he tried once more to get inside. This time the door seemed to be locked from the inside. Using his wand he tried several charms but none of them seemed to work. Frustrated at his failure he began banging on the door and calling out loudly for those inside to open up. When that didn't work he backed up a few steps and began ramming the door with his shoulder in an effort to break inside and protect the students.


Dumbledore walked up the stairs in a thoughtful silence. He had been unable to sleep, his mind full of the words that Pettigrew had spoken hours ago during the interrogation. What disturbed the Headmaster most was the look of greed and pleasure that had at times in the boy's eyes as he spoke of the terrible things that had befallen those unfortunate souls. Knowing that the boy had been willing to give himself to Voldemort that in his thirst for power he had been willing to sacrifice anyone and anything, even his friends, was a bitter pill to swallow for the old wizard who wished to see only the good in his students.

Dumbledore was only a single flight of stairs away from the fifth floor where those he intended to check on were housed. He was just stepping onto the final flight of stairs when an explosion echoed around him. He felt himself falling backwards as the floor beneath him began to pitch and rock but saved himself by throwing out a hand to clasp the banister beside him. For a terrible heartbeat Dumbledore feared that Voldemort had attacked the castle when the jolting suddenly stopped and only the echoes remained behind.

Startled Dumbledore stood frozen until he heard screams ringing out from somewhere above him. Panic seared his heart as he began taking the stairs two at a time in an effort to reach those whose voices cried out in such pain. Stumbling slightly as he reached the top, he could hear the footsteps of another racing up the stairs behind him as he lurched towards the old unused classroom where the students were being held for their protection.

Turning left he hurried along the corridor as he moved closer to the classroom he heard the sounds of someone banging loudly on a door and calling out to the students. Behind him Moody charged down the hall to join him and together they pulled out their wands to face whoever was trying to force their way into the room beyond. To their surprise they found Kingsley trying to break the door down as an eerie silence cut off all sound from within the room. Kingsley's face was drawn as he turned their way and they could see a trickle of blood by his temple. Rushing forward they joined him in their efforts to get inside the room.

Once, twice they bashed into the door with their shoulders. Suddenly, as though a lock had been sprung from the other side, the door burst open with a crash. Together they stepped into the room with their wands raised high as they searched for the enemy they felt sure was within.


AN: It's taken me a lot longer to get this story posted than I originally intended but it has not been easy editing and revising this trilogy; especially when I stumble across plot holes big enough to lose an entire city in. Updates will be slow as I've not yet finished editing/revising the entire story but I figured it was time to start putting up the bits I do have finished.

The next update I post will be on WWYR2, followed by Banished Destiny, and an Omake for WWYR1 before I post the second chapter of this story. ~ Jenn