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This is basically a different dimension story. And an AU. Everything will be clear with the course of time, but the story is set in a different dimension where Harry was killed as a baby, Neville became the chosen one and then was killed, leading to the war between the light and dark with two different sects headed by Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The rights belong to J K Rowling and WB studios.

"And then, the family of four lived happily ever after." Remus Lupin said softly. His eight-year old son, Teddy Lupin-Tonks, was already snoring lightly. His air was light brown for the day, his eyes grey. Remus smiled and gently going down, kissed him on his head. Teddy shifted lightly.

"Remus."

Remus looked up to see his wife, Dora Tonks, standing at the doorway. Her robe, again, was half torn and covered in blood. Her lips red and her left eye bruised. Throwing one last glance at Teddy, Remus gently stood up and walked out of the room.

Once the door closed behind him, he turned and kissed his wife. It was a tradition-every time one of them came back, the other would kiss them senseless.

"Once they broke apart, their eyes still closed, Remus asked, "Casualties?"

"Kingsley and Waters." Tonks said silently. Remus sighed. Just another funeral to attend. He hoped that this time the Death Eaters wouldn't destroy it.

Tonks opened her eyes and touched the new scar on Remus' face. Remus just smiled.

"Rough full moon?" she asked with a smile.

"James said we ran into some other pack." Remus said. "Honestly, I don't remember."

"You never do." She said, running her hand through his hair.

Not a moment had passed that a stag galloped into their home.

"Order meeting in twenty minutes. Pink need not come." James' voice declared. Remus could not help but sigh. Tonks giggled.

"I'll change and take care of the kids." She said in a whisper. "Luna's asleep?"

"She was tired ages go. Especially after the full moon. It's Teddy who needs a bed time story."

Tonks grinned. Her expression changed immediately, so did her hair-turning to black from her usual pink.

"What?" Remus asked, concerned.

"Teddy." She said. "He has started talking about that Prongslet again."

Remus nodded. "Well, I got to go. We'll discuss it later."

Tonks nodded and with one last kiss, disappeared in the bedroom.

Sirius casually sipped his butterbeer. He had not gone to the recent mission and was thus very free. He looked around to the dull pub. This wasn't the world he remembered.

It was a happy place, back in the 70s and 80s. Even with You-know-who around, life was easy. And then came the wretched prophecy.

He had gone after his godson-Sirius closed his eyes. It still hurt him to think about the one-year old who never experienced his life.

And then that Dark Lord went underground after marking Longbottom. 14 years they had lived in peace. And it was all shattered as Neville was killed at the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

Now, 10 years later, here he was, in a pub, waiting for his second godson. Of course, he never knew that. Nobody knew about Harry Potter anyone.

"Hey, Sirius."

Sirius looked up to see Ethan Potter grinning at him. The boy was a mixture of his parents, messy red hair with hazel eyes and no glasses. God forbid-if the boy started pranking…

"Hey, Ethan." Sirius smiled. "Ready to tell the secret?"

Ethan nodded. He bent down and very slowly whispered, "The headquarters of the Order of The Phoenix can be found at 12, Grimmauld Place."

Sirius winced. Did Professor Dumbledore had to choose that wretched house?

"Lily!"

"Stop shouting James!"

James Potter couldn't help but grin. Every single time, Lily would fall for it and get irritated.

As she stormed down the stairs, James just admired his wife. Years had passed, but nothing had changed. Except maybe the wrinkles. She was still the same woman James had fallen in love with, the woman he had married and whom he would never leave.

"Order meeting." James said. Lily groaned as James shrugged.

"What are we going to do with Daisy and Rose?" Lily asked, folding her arms, referring to their twin 13-year old girls.

Lily shook her head and said, "You go and just tell me whatever happened."

"Albus' orders-everyone has to be there except Tonks and Moody who went on the mission. It is something important."

Lily thought for a moment. The girls were big enough, but with that mad man lurking around…

"We can drop off the girls at Remus'." James offered. Lily nodded. That was a good idea.

"Give me two minutes. I'll be down."

"Honestly, Ronald!"

Ron grinned and kissed Hermione again. He could feel that she was just complaining for the sake of it. There was no real malice.

"'Mione, we hardly get time anymore." He complained.

"That's because we are fighting a war!"

Ron rolled his eyes. Trust in Hermione to be the practical one.

"I think I am allowed to have my fiancée alone for a while." He said. "And we have ten minutes before we are expected downstairs."

"What is your mother comes up?" Hermione asked, slipping her arms around Ron's neck.

"We'll see." He said cheekily.

Hermione smiled and kissed the ginger.

Ron could personally never believe he was with Hermione bloody Granger. Had anyone told him that back in the first year, he would have been repelled from this bookworm. But then Neville, God bless his soul, had saved her and being friends from very young, he had to accompany him.

The second year was traumatic, with the basilisk on loose. They had been able to save Ginny but she was so ashamed that…

They never talked about her again.

The third year passed very well. And then came the tournament that killed Neville.

Ron and Hermione had personally led the student body of Order. Even now, they were in charge of the Army. The Defense Army.

"Ron." Hermione said, pulling away. "Ten minutes over. We should get down."

Groaning, Ron followed as Hermione pulled him downstairs.

"Peter, my boy. SO glad you could make it." Albus Dumbledore said.

Peter Pettigrew tried to smile. But with the Dark Mark etched on his arm and he himself in an Order meeting, well, it was hard to smile these days.

"Thank you, Professor." He said timidly. "I would not have come had it not been so important. But, there's a chance that the Dark Lord calls for a meeting today so…"

"You can leave early." Dumbledore reassured him.

Peter smiled and nodded.

"If you would excuse me."

And just like that, Peter was alone. He didn't have any friends or well-wishers. He was just the spy, who risked every day of his life so that these people could win the war.

Stop being selfish you prick! That's what led to Harry's death! Peter reminded himself.

"I refuse to believe that!"

Peter turned to see Sirius, James, Remus and Lily entering the hall, laughing on something. Lily shook her head and said, "Marlene actually did that! Believe me!"

Sirius sighed. "My girlfriend has lost it."

Again the four laughed. Peter felt a small smile creep on his lips.

"On that note," Remus said, moving towards his chair, "When are you proposing her?"

"We are not in that place yet." Sirius said and sat down. James, Lily and Remus exchanged a glance, smiling.

"Don't you have a kid with her?" James asked, smirking.

"That's different," Sirius said. Again the four started laughing.

Peter sighed and turned around. He was once a part of this very group and then he went on to mess everything up. It was a miracle that they didn't kill him in the Order meetings. After fourteen years of hiding, Peter had joined The Dark Lord's circle again. But only a year was enough for him to understand what he had done. Now here he was, working as a spy. It was probably because he was giving them information that nobody killed him.

Peter looked at them. Prongs, Mrs Prongs, Padfoot and Moony. They always saw him but ignored him. Why wouldn't they, after all he had done?

"Will everyone please sit down?"

Peter broke out of his trance and soon, everybody was sitting down.

Albus Dumbledore looked around. Almost everyone was there. The Potters, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Moody, Longbottoms, all the Weasleys, except the girl who died in her first year, Hermione, Moody and Minerva.

Tonks needed to rest, Marlene was busy with her family and Kingsley had just died.

"We are here for a very important meeting. But first of all, let us remember our brave friend, Kingsley Shaklebolt, who passed away today."

There was momentary silence, after which everyone looked up to Dumbledore.

"Earlier today, we had a person appearing in our midst. He holds some valuable information and I believe that he is the key to winning this war. However, he has one request-do not ask him any questions."

"How do we know we can believe him?" Frank Longbottom asked.

"I assure you, my boy, we can." Albus said with a nod.

"Are you sure Albus?" Moody asked. Dumbledore nodded.

As no more questions were raised, Albus turned and opened the door.

Everyone watched in interest as a young man, probably the age of the youngest Weasley, entered the room. He had long hair, unkempt beard and startling green eyes. There were various scars on his face itself, along with many hidden from prying eyes.

This man's mere presence brought a hope among the people.

The man, not really in a mood to be overwhelmed after seeing the faces of the dead people, said, "I know you might not believe me, but I ask you to trust me for a while. I have information."

"What do we call you?" Hermione asked and the man maintained his expressionless face and said, "Nemo."

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