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BANG!

"YOU! ABOMINATION! SHAME OF MY FLESH–"

"SHUT UP YOU USELESS OLD HAG!"

Sirius grinned and propped his feet on the table.

"Sounds like 'Rina's here."

Harry's friend Hermione frowned at him.

"Who's Rina?"

The grin widened.

"My little sister."

Remus snorted.

"An annoying vampire."

"Discuss my annoyingness later, we have a problem." A voice snapped from the doorway. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and three screams were heard. Grey eyes snapped to the three women and red lips parted to show pearl white teeth bared in a snarl.

"Will you shut up? You screech louder than my mother." She looked at Dumbledore. "I told you not to leave him there. I told you they were hurting him. You refused to listen. You said he was safe there. Does this look like safe to you?!" she snarled. The twinkle in the old man's eye disappeared.

"What happened?"

"Harry got home before Dudley last night. A pair of dementors showed up in Surrey. Dudley Dursley no longer has a soul, and Vernon blamed Harry. This is the result."

"Why didn't you stop him sooner?" Molly Weasley demanded.

"I was hunting you stupid bint! I wasn't even on watch! Dung was supposed to be, but Figg told me he went off chasing stolen cauldrons! I was on my way back home and decided to stop and check on Harry. I smelled blood and I got him out." She sneered, "By the way, you might want to send paramedics to 4 Privet Drive. Mr. Dursley fell down the stairs and broke several bones." She added in a mock-distressed voice. "Now, can someone please call Poppy while I get Harry comfortable upstairs?"

"Where are you putting him?" Sirius asked curiously. The vampire looked at him with an almost wistful expression.

"Reg's room." She answered curtly. He quirked a brow, but didn't object to the placement.

"I'll bring her up when she arrives." He responded shortly. Carina nodded and disappeared up the stairs. Hermione opened her mouth to ask who 'Reg' was, but abruptly closed it with a look from Remus. Sirius kicked back from the table and made his way to the fireplace.


Mrs. Weasley demanded all the children stay in the kitchen while they waited for Madame Pomfrey finish healing Harry. Ron and Hermione were glaring mutinously at the door. Remus banged his fist on the table, gaining their attention. The two teens seem to shrink in on themselves at the cold look on the werewolf's face. The man raised a brow, a smirk he hadn't worn since his Marauder days on his face. It was cruel and mocking.

"What? You want to know what's going on? Ask." He commanded harshly. Hermione glared at him.

"Why does a vampire Harry doesn't even know get to be up there and we're stuck down here?" she demanded petulantly. Remus snorted.

"Harry knows Cari, she's his godmother. Not to mention she lives in Privet Drive and used to babysit Harry when he was younger."

Hermione sneered.

"A vampire? You can't honestly expect me to believe his parents would trust a vampire with their child."

Remus cocked a brow and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm a werewolf, and Lily and James were determined to make me an honorary uncle to Harry. They trusted me with Harry. Why not Carina? She's always had excellent control, she's never fed on humans – she's a good woman who cares greatly for Harry. It's also easier for her to fight for Harry." He admitted reluctantly. Hermione raised a brow.

"How?"

"Because I'm not on the run or beholden to an old coot. I'm currently in the process of getting Sirius a trial. I can do things the others can't because I don't give a flying fuck about what Dumbledore says. I got bitten, I was kicked out of my home. Thankfully, Charlus and Dorea Potter were kind people who took me in despite the fact that I was a vampire. James was like a brother to me, Lily a sister. I'll die before I let anyone hurt Harry or lay a hand on him myself." She looked Remus dead in the eye, "I think it's time we revealed Lily's secret."

The werewolf sighed.

"Let's at least wait until Harry is conscious."

The vampire rolled her eyes.

"I'm not saying anything to anyone until Harry is well and wide awake. Dumbledore can kiss my ass."

Remus nodded, his eyes hard. They both turned back to the table when Hermione cleared her throat impatiently.

"What secret? And why do we need to know?" she demanded angrily. Carina cocked a brow.

"'We'? What 'we'? The only people that need to know are Harry and the Order, and the Order is only being told because I'm not starting an additional war on top of the one we're already fighting." She snapped, "If Harry wants you to know, he'll tell you. Otherwise, it's none of your business."

"What's your problem?" Ron demanded. Carina glared at him.

"I don't put up with busybodies poking their noses where they don't belong. I'm not tolerant of fit pitching or demanding things you have no right to. The only person I have any patience for is Harry, and that's it."

A throat cleared from the doorway. Everyone turned to see Sirius standing there, his arms crossed and a grim look on his face.

"Harry's awake."

Carina sighed.

"I'll get the others." Remus said quietly, heading for the fireplace.


Harry stared at his parents' friends incredulously, his face pale.

"What do you mean James wasn't my father?" he demanded. Carina and Remus sighed, and Sirius ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"In '97 your mum disappeared for a month without a trace. When she came back, she was pregnant with you and completely heartbroken."

"Why?"

Remus scrubbed a hand down his face.

"We never really got the full story, cub. All we know is that she was thrown back to the 1600s and while she was there, she was courted by a priest's son and fell in love. They had just been married when your mother was abruptly pulled back to the present. She remembered his name and the five of us researched him to find out what happened. Finally we found him. He's head of a vegetarian coven in the U.S. Lily decided that it would be for the best if we didn't tell him unless we had absolutely no choice."

"Meaning what, exactly?" he asked coldly. Carina rubbed the back of her neck as if to get a kink out.

"It was down to me or Remus to tell you and get you to your father if anything happened to the rest of us. There was a chain of custody we were supposed to follow. Your parents put it in their Will. If they were killed, you would go to Sirius, then Frank and Alice, then Molly and Arthur. If none of them were able to take you in, or if something happened to them, Remus and I were to take you and tell you when you reached a certain age and you could decide if you wanted him to know about you or not. If something happened to one or the other of us, the one remaining would explain everything and get you to your father as soon as possible."

"Why didn't you follow the chain?"

Sirius snorted and drained the glass of firewhiskey in front of him.

"Because we left too many variables out of our calculations." He said tiredly. Harry tilted his head to the side curiously. Remus snorted.

"Peter, Bella, Albus – we didn't take in to consideration that they may do something that would throw a wrench in our plans, or have plans of our own that they would put into place before we had a chance to get out of our shock."

"So it's their fault I grew up with the Dursleys." Harry stated with deceptive calm. The three exchanged a look before turning back to the teen. Carina shook her head.

"No, honey, it's not just those three, they were just wrenches we didn't consider in our plans. If anything, the five of us are to blame for not being more thorough." She said sadly. Harry seemed to be warring with himself for a moment before sighing and slumping in his chair.

"So we're going to tell him?"

Remus smirked humorlessly.

"We'll the only other option is a pedophile in Russia, and we'd kill Albus if he tried sending you to your cousin Adam."

"Just one last question."

Sirius grinned tiredly.

"What's that, pup?"

"Who is my father?"

The three shared a look once more, answering in unison.

"Carlisle Cullen."


Carlisle looked up as Alice flitted into his study.

"What is it Alice?"

"Carlisle, you would tell us if you had had a child as a human, wouldn't you?" she asked idly, fingering one of the books on the shelves absent-mindedly. He shot his 'daughter' a startled look.

"Of course. Why do you ask? What did you see?"

"I saw an old man and a young girl, like us, standing in the living room. Esme offered the old man refreshments, but the girl declined, saying it wasn't a social call. You asked them why they were here and there was a long moment of silence while the two decided how exactly to phrase it…. Then the old man said 'it's about your son.' Then the girl said something about a lily and you froze. What's so important about a flower?"

Carlisle stared at the Seer in shock. Slowly, he unfroze and slumped in his chair.

"Lily isn't a flower, she was a person. She was my wife."