A/N This is my first Harry Potter fiction. Hope you enjoy it. I would especially like to thank my beta readers for being so awesome. It's cause of them this story is here.

Amare Via

By Destyne

PROLOGUE

1217 AD

The waves crashed against the rocks off the coast of Wales. In a wooden hut, only feet from these rocks, was a beautiful witch. Her black hair was thinning and her pale face was getting greener, she was lying in bed, her breathing shallow.

"Will she make it?" asked an elderly warlock in a whisper.

"She won't live through the night. You can be certain. Her blood is getting weaker by the minute," the nurse told him, grimly.

There was a crash of lightning and then the front door slammed open. A dark tall young wizard stood in front of them.

"Ivor, what are you doing here?" The elderly warlock asked.

"I have found a potion. It will cure her. Move aside," the tall wizard, said. He pushed the elderly warlock aside, rushed to the bedside, pulled out a vile in his robes and showed the nurse. "It's the Foretis potion," he told her.

"But I thought that was just an old story," the nurse replied, eyeing the cloudy red potion in astonishment.

"I found the ingredients from an apothecary. I brewed it up. You must say the spell with me for it to work."

The old warlock interrupted. "This is rubbish. How do we know this won't kill her?"

"This is the only thing that will help her," the nurse whispered. "She is going to die if we don't try it."

"It has to be administered in her blood. Can you safely cut her?" Ivor asked.

"Yes," the nurse said, preparing a lance.

"No! I won't let you. Do you know what you're saying? Cut her? So she bleeds? She's dying."

"She's as good as dead anyway!" Ivor yelled. The old warlock backed away.

"Now, you have to say, donare huc femina donum foretis, three times. It means give this woman strength."

The potion was poured into the sick woman's blood, then seconds later "donare huc femina donum foretis," was being chanted. Even the old warlock was muttering it. When it had been repeated three times, the woman stirred. Her pale brown eyes opened and she looked up. "Ivor," she whispered. She sat up.

The nurse gasped. "It's a miracle," she said.

Ivor sat next to the woman and put his hand on her. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

She squinted her eyes. "Fine, a little tired, but fine."

"You will be okay now." Ivor smiled and kissed her.

6 years later a young boy named Dylan, stumbled through the woods behind his house. He often played alone to escape the taunting of the village children. Dylan's mother was rumored to be a witch and his father had died in a battle before he was born. This made him an outcast.

The woods were quiet and seemed to offer him a refuge few other places could. He sat quietly looking out at the trees and heard a strange noise. It sounded like an animal in distress. He stood up and walked over to the noise. There was a fawn trapped under a large oak tree that looked as if it had recently fallen. The young deer was squealing in pain. Doing what only seemed natural to him, Dylan slowly approached the fawn. "It's alright," he said softly, so not to scare it. He bent down and picked the tree up, thinking nothing of the fact that he was a 6 year old boy and this was a fully grown oak tree. The fawn jumped up and ran off into the wood. Dylan turned to go back to his spot when he saw his mother, Rhiannon, standing behind him, hand over her mouth in amazement.

CHAPTER 1

The Foretis Spell

MARCH 1977

"The stars are bright tonight," Remus observed, looking up, hearing Sirius's footsteps behind him.

"Yeah?" Sirius said, standing behind him, placing his chin in the crook of Remus's neck.

Remus pulled away quickly and sighed.

"What are you on about?" Sirius stood at the edge of the tower looking into the darkness and at Remus.

"We have to stop. I can't keep doing this. Especially with you."

"Doing what?"

"Being with you. Kissing you, and then leaving at the end of the night and going back to my bed alone like nothing happened. It's getting out of hand."

Sirius closed his eyes and responded. "We've been over this, Remus. I'm not gay. I'm the fucking Quidditch co-captain. I have girls lining up to be with me."

"I know, Sirius, stop." Remus turned, hoping it would mask his emotion, hoping Sirius would just go away. "You've told me. We're just messing around." He retorted quickly, "Then go. Go to one of the many girls waiting in line to shag you. Mess around with them, but leave me the hell alone!" Remus walked down the staircase and out of sight.

Sirius stood on the tower for hours, looking up at the stars thinking about what Remus had said. It was true, there were many girls who Sirius could be with, and he'd already had most of them. He couldn't imagine being intimate with Remus, but he couldn't stand the idea of not being with him. He loved the way he felt when he kissed Remus. He loved the way he felt in Remus's arms. He hadn't felt that way with any girl ever. What did that mean? Was he gay? Or was there just no such thing as that label and he just happened to find a match for himself? He felt a sense of a shared spirit with Remus. He didn't know what that meant, but he couldn't let him go. Sirius turned toward the door and walked down the long staircase to the Gryffindor common room.

It was after one in the morning when Sirius muttered the password, "flubberdubber," to an annoyed and sleepy Fat Lady. He looked around the common room. It was completely empty except for two sixth years in the corner, who were so involved with one another that they didn't notice Sirius. He crept quietly up the stairs and into his dorm room. The curtains on all the beds were drawn and everyone seemed to be asleep. But instead of heading to his right and into his own four poster bed, he walked slowly, quietly over to his left. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, then opened the curtain and climbed onto it. Remus was sleeping. Sirius just looked at him a while, watching him. He never looked peaceful when he was awake, but now he looked as if he had no cares, as if nothing mattered. It was relaxing to Sirius. He lay down next to Remus and wrapped an arm around him. He saw Remus stir, but he didn't wake up. Sirius sat up, straddling him and looked down at him. The impulse he had now to be with Remus was like nothing he'd ever felt about any girl. Sirius moved down Remus's body until finally he stirred and woke.

"What the?" Remus startled, then saw Sirius. "What are you doing?" He whispered, as not to wake anyone else in the room up.

"I'm done messing around. I don't want anyone else, I want you."

Remus wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming. "But you said..."

"I know what I said. Forget it." He pulled off his robes and his shirt and put Remus's hand on his bare chest. "Can you feel that? It's pounding. It doesn't do this for anyone, but it pounds for you."

Remus blinked, he had to be dreaming. But this felt so real.

"Touch me, Moony." Sirius met Remus lips and took his hands in his own. Moving down his body.

~~~~~

Alexander Newton, the other 7th year that shared the room, walked into the door, towel wrapped around his waist. "Who hooked up last night? I heard someone making sex noises but couldn't make out the voice." He asked. Eyes fell around the room and landed immediately on James, who was sitting on his bed in his Quiddich robes, looking surprised.

"It wasn't me, why is everyone looking at me?" He asked.

"You're the only one with a girl." Peter said, smiling.

"Well, it wasn't me. I had to go to sleep early last night for the Quidditch game today."

The wondering eyes next fell to Sirius, the next likely candidate.

"What? Who would I have up here?" He asked, but his smirk gave it away. Ever so slightly his eyes quickly wandered over to see what Remus's expression was. He looked amused.

"Ah ha. Who was it?" James smiled.

"I'm not saying anything? Besides, how do you know it was me?"

"Who else would it be, Peter over here?" James chuckled. "Who was she?"

"I told you, I'm not saying." Sirius turned red, trying not to show it.

"Why don't we just leave the poor bloke alone? I'm starving, who wants to come get breakfast?" Remus broke the silence after a moment, a smile on his face.

"Oh breakfast," Peter said, getting up and walking to the door, Alexander and Remus right behind him.

"Padfoot, I've known you my whole life. You can't tell me?" James asked sounding a little irritated.

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Sirius said in a tone suggesting the conversation was over.

James eyed Sirius questionably. "See you on the Quidditch field?"

Then got up and walked out with the others, leaving Sirius alone.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players finished breakfast and headed out to the field, meeting Sirius along the way. Sirius was so nervous before games that if he ate anything he would be sick. He made up for it by eating twice as much at lunch. As the team reached the field an apprehensive Remus Lupin stood at the gate.

"Can I have a word alone?" He asked Sirius, trying not to sound too nervous.

"Now? We have to get on the field?" James said in an unusually annoyed tone.

"It's important." Remus said.

"Alright. I'll meet you guys in there. I'll be two minutes, I promise." Sirius said, amongst dirty looks.

"If we have to forfeit the game cause of you..."

"Two minutes, James, okay." Sirius watched the team hesitantly go through the gate then turned to Remus.

"I'm sorry. I just can't wait another minute to find out what was last night about?"

"Can we talk about it after the game?"

"I need to know, Sirius." Sirius was rarely ever called by his given name among his best friends, so he knew this had to be important.

"Okay. I meant what I said. I think we could have something amazing, and I'm scared shitless to go forward with it, but I have to. I can't ignore you, Moony. I can't pretend these feelings aren't there."

Remus tried to hold in his excitement; his desire to run a thousand laps around the Quidditch field.

"Now!" James called from the pit.

"I have to go. We'll talk more later alright?" Sirius looked in Remus's eyes and almost kissed him but saw that James was standing ten feet away, eyeing them furiously.

Sirius smiled and turned, now taking on a run to the pit and entering the Quidditch field to cheers.

Remus walked along the sidelines, looking for Peter but feeling like his feet were three feet off the ground.

~~~

That evening in their common room the Gryffindors celebrated a victory. James and Sirius had managed to sneak into the kitchens and brought back many types of foods, from plum duff to ice cream. James and Lily sat in a chair in the center of the room while Sirius and Peter set off several filibuster fireworks, shooting red and gold sparks in the room. There was so much noise and raucous that it was hard to hear the tapping on the window. Remus noticed however, opened the window and a tawny owl flew onto James lap. The room was still immersed in smoke and sparks, and everyone was much too interested with making noise and having fun to notice that James had taken the note off the owl and read it, Lily looking on. His face fell at the note; Lily had a hand over her mouth by the time the letter was read. He jumped up and stormed to his dorm, Lily close behind him. Remus noticed, tapped Sirius and Peter, and followed.

A moment later the door of their dormitory flung open and the three boys saw James sitting on his bed, packing his trunk, Lily trying to talk him out of it. "There is nothing you can do, James." She said quietly.

"What is it?" Sirius asked, gliding to his side. James held out the letter. It was from his sister. Sirius read it.

James,

Voldemort has found out about the Foretis spell and is now seeking us out. We have gone into hiding, but I can't tell you where now, in case this gets lost. James, Mum and Dad would never let me tell you, but I think you ought to know. I'm scared.

Love,

Melly

Sirius felt a lump in his chest. "What are you going to do?" He asked.

"What is this spell?" Peter asked, looking over the short letter.

Remus replied, "the Foretis spell is one that gives the blood line of the person who had that spell greater strength and endurance, right?"

James looked at Sirius with fright in his eyes. Then back to his trunk, putting more things in it.

Sirius looked into James eyes, then to the room and said, "About 700 years ago a woman named Rhiannon Potter was on her death bed. She was loved by one of the greatest wizards of that time and he would do anything to keep her alive. He found an ancient spell called the Foretis spell that when administered in her blood would make her strong. It worked; she got her strength back and lived a long life. But this spell didn't leave her blood. It carried on so that now everyone in the Potter bloodline has this. It gives us strength." He stopped.

"But why does Voldemort care?" Peter asked.

Sirius continued, "The spell that Voldemort is trying to concoct to give him immortality is a very difficult one. My father and James' father had been trying to figure it out for years, as a sort of attempt to stump it. With Dumbledore's help, they found out what the spell was. It was almost completed, but they found out that as long as the Foretis spell was still running in a bloodline, he would never be able to achieve his ultimate power. The spell only works in one bloodline at a time. He tried the spell and it failed. He knew someone else must have the spell in them. It's the final ingredient to his immortality."

James whispered, "He's going to kill us."

Lily put out her arm, placed it on his shoulder and said, "No. It will be alright."

"I don't think you understand what this means, Lily. It won't be alright," James said in a tone he rarely used with her.

"Wait a second, James, if you are the strongest wizard in the world, how come we didn't notice before?" Peter asked.

"I'm not the strongest, but my family bloodline is." James said breathing heavily through his nose.

"Haven't you ever wondered why James is as strong as he is, Wormtail?" Sirius asked. "It's not exceptional cause the Potter's are decent people and choose not to use the spell. But he has it. And Voldemort wants it."

"I have to find my family. They need me," James stood back up and snapped his trunk shut.

"How are you going to find them," Sirius asked, trying to bring him to reason. "We don't know where they are."

"Go to Dumbledore first," Remus said. "You said he was helping your fathers out, I'll bet he knows something. Go to him and see if he can help. If he can't then we'll go to the Ministry."

James looked into the eyes of his friends. "You can't go with me," he said. "It's dangerous."

"Oh don't be daft, Prongs. Of course we are going with you," Sirius said, folding his arms.

James looked longingly at Lily, "Not you. You stay here, you stay safe."

"I won't let you do this without me, James." She said.

"Let's go to Dumbledore," Remus said, heading to the door.