A/N: The Rewrite is here! Please, read and review. I am sorry to my reviewers on the original version of this story, but there were just some plots that I was getting tangled up in with the last one, so I needed to start over. Thank you for all your support and please read and review!

Draco stood back from the carnage of the O'Bailey family farm. He could hardly believe his eyes—he had never thought he would have a hand in so much death in one night. Especially not the death of two cousins, one an infant, the other a dear friend. His stomach was in knots from the sound of crackling flames and screams that had long since faded from the air, if not his ears. The little white farmhouse that had become his refuge after his father's embarrassment second year, when the man was too volatile to be safe. And now? Fleecewood was only bare beams and ashes.

Professor Snape was sifting around the ashes as Auntie Bella cackled madly at the dying flames. His Professor stood up, something shiny and silver glinting in his hand. He walked over to Draco and showed it to him.

"Proof of the traitor's death," was all the dark man said as he dropped the small object into Draco's hand.

It was Bailey's charm bracelet—the one all Black girls received at birth.

He could not help it then. He bent over and violently expelled the contents of his stomach.

Remus had barely had a moment to breath after the battle when he felt something pull at his gut, insisting that he had to get out of there and to…

Fleecewood.

"Remus, what's wrong?" a voice said beside him. He barely felt Tonks place a comforting hand on his arm.

"The wards… they've been breached—I have to—"

"Slow down, love," she said. "What wards? Where?"

"Tilly's farm," he said. "But they're supposed to be at Grimmauld Place, I don't know why—"

"Then they should be fine," she said, trying to reassure him. "And after what happened tonight—well, if not even Hogwarts is really safe, then I don't like the idea of you running off to check the wards tonight."

Remus sighed, still tense. "You have a point," he admitted. She truly did. Who knew what kind of things the Death Eaters would be doing tonight? Tilly and the baby were supposed to be at Grimmauld Place, there was no need to see what had happened at Fleecewood tonight, not when emotions were high and mistakes could be made.

Yet, he could not shake the urging in his gut to go to the farm. He was distracted for a moment, however, as he watched a bespectacled boy walked up to him. Behind his glasses, Harry's eyes were rimmed with red and looked more defeated that Remus had ever saw them. He fought the urge to wrap the boy in a bear hug, fearful how such a show of affection might be received.

"Harry," he said, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of his best friend's son. "There's nothing you could have done."

Harry did not answer. He just said in a soft voice. "Have you seen Bailey? I wanted to make sure she was safe through all this."

Remus felt a cold pit of fear open in his stomach at the mention of his goddaughter. But he put on an unconcerned face for Harry.

"I'm sure she's around here somewhere," he said. "I'll look for her and send her your way when I find her."

Harry nodded morosely, heading back into the crowd, likely to find young Ginerva, if Remus had to bet. The werewolf immediately turned to Tonks.

"I have to go," he said simply, started for the gates, practically jogging to get outside the apparition wards.

"Wait, Remus, wait—"

"I can't wait until morning," he said. "Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong and I have to make sure they are safe. I promised Sirius to keep his family safe."

"I'm coming with you," she said.

"Nymphaedora, I can't ask that of you—"

"Firstly, don't call me that," she said, with a dulled playful glint in her eye. Such jokes did not hold the same power in times like these. "Secondly, you didn't ask. I gatecrashed your party. Now let's go."

Remus nodded and did not even protest when Tonks grabbed his hand and the two raced towards the edge of the apparition wards. As soon as they were beyond the Hogwarts gates, the Dark Mark still shining in the sky behind them, Remus apparated, pulling Tonks along with him.

The first thing he noticed was the acrid stench of smoke, his heightened senses recognizing the tinge of burning flesh among that of wood fire. Up the hill, they could see the Dark Mark floating, giving a horrible green light to their surroundings. Not even thinking, he dropped Tonks' hand and raced up the hill, coming to a horrendous sight.

The little white farmhouse which he had lived in more often than not was aflame, though all that remained of it was a blackened house frame. Remus heard a wretched scream wrench the air, barely registering the fact that it was his own voice as he all but ran into the flames.

"Remus, don't!" Tonks cried, wrapping an arm around his. "That's Fiendfyre!"

Remus fought her with all his might, viciously throwing her off himself with his superior strength. The wolf was raging closer to the surface than it ever had on a night that wasn't the full moon. He raced into the flames, Tonks calling his name behind him as he coughed on the air around him. So focused was he that the heat of the flames barely bothered him.

He managed to avoid falling beams and flames alike as he made his way to what had been the living area of the O'Bailey farm. He stopped dead when he got there.

Lying among the ash were bones. He could make out two full-grown skeletons, arms clutched around each other, with a heartbreakingly small skeleton in between. He sunk to his knees in despair and horror.

"No, no," he groaned. "No!"

"Remus! Re—" a hacking cough followed the callin of his name. He felt small arms wrap around him. "Merlin, I'm sorry—cough, cough—but we've got to go! There's nothing we can do for them now."

Remus allowed himself to be drug out from the flames, despite an intense desire to stay there. Tonks brought him to the cool grass, where both collapsed, coughing and wheezing in the cool night air after sucking in so much smoke. They just lay there for a several minutes, Remus not desiring much of anything, least of which to move. Tonks just reached out and took his hand, seeming to understand his desire for silence.

Sirius dead. Tilly dead. Bailey dead. Gussy dead. All of the Black family wiped out within a year. He felt sick.

The two lay there in the grass watching the flames die out until the sun began to rise over the rolling hills. Tonks gave his hand a little tug.

"C'mon. Harry needs to know," she said quietly. If Remus could have felt anything, he would have felt his heart sink to his toes as he thought of the young Potter who had lost too much already. As it was, he was numb.

Taking his silence as agreement, Tonks wrap her other hand around his bicep and apparated them both to just outside the front gates of Hogwarts. The two began the slow climb up the hill to the castle. There was a figure waiting on the steps that jumped up as soon as he saw them approaching.

"Professor Lupin! Tonks! Where did you go? Did you find her?" Harry demanded frantically.

This time, Remus did not fight the urge to hug the boy close. Finally the tears began to fall as he shook with loud sobs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he sobbed. "Merlin, I'm so sorry."

Harry was looking over Remus' shoulder at Tonks with wide, fearful eyes. She shook her head.

"There was an attack," she said. "None of the three survived."

Harry seemed to freeze for a moment, uncomprehending. But, with the werewolf still sobbing into his shoulder, it did not take long for him to understand.

The Black family was dead.

Chaos reigned. Stones were falling, people screaming, spells flying. Dark creatures swarmed, dementors swooping over their victims, acromantulas climbing over scarily still bodies, giants crushing everyone and everything in their paths. She spun in place, hardly able to take in all that was happening around her as spell fire flew over her head.

The scene skipped, and suddenly she felt the cool night air but a burning sensation across her abdomen. She pressed her hands to her stomach and when she pulled them away, there was bright red blood. Even as she tried to take in what was happening, she felt her knees giving way. A pair of skinny arms caught her from behind.

"No, 'Melia, yeh're gonna be okay!"

"Diction," she mumbled. And then she sat up in bed, gasping as she clutched her chest.

Within moments, Amelia had shot out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to expel herself of the contents of her stomach. She expected for any moment that Bailey would come rushing after her, soothing her after her Vision as she always did. But her friend never came. Amelia had a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach as she walked out of the bathroom on shaky legs. Daylight was beginning to filter through the murky depths of the lake outside the window, but none of her dormmates were awake yet. She made her way to Bailey's bed, as she often had over their time at Hogwarts, seeking comfort.

Bailey was not in her bed.

For some reason, Amelia just knew that it was not a simple case of the other girl staying up to brew potions all night long, though that had been the case more times than Amelia cared to count. No, something more sinister was afoot here. With that thought in mind, Amelia grabbed her bathrobe and house shoes before rushing down the stairs from the girls' dormitory to the Common Room. She saw Blaise almost immediately, standing with one arm braced on the mantle place.

"Blaise! Bailey isn't in her bed—have you—"

It was then that Amelia noticed the other occupant of the Slytherin Common Room. Her eyes narrowed.

"Potter?" she said. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing down here?"

She took in the red-rimmed eyes on the Chosen One's face, dried tear tracks staining his cheeks, stained robes hanging off his slumped shoulders. Then she took in Blaise, looking as though he was barely able to stand, that if there was not a stone wall holding him up that he would collapse into a boneless puddle.

"There was a Death Eater attack this evening, two attacks," Potter began in a hoarse voice. "Malfoy—Snape killed Dumbledore. And then they went to Fleecewood and murdered the Blacks."

It felt like there was a tunnel of air around Amelia that stretched out Potter's words and made them incomprehensible. Her mind latched onto all of the dreams she had been having since the Dark Lord came back, all the ways that her Sight had tortured her with what was to come. This was not right. It was not right.

"That's not possible," she said, barely breathing. "It's just not possible. I don't understand."

"Bailey got herself killed, 'Melia, what's there to understand?" Blaise said bitterly in a thick voice. Potter winced.

"But I'm supposed—It just doesn't make sense!" she exclaimed, tears beginning to come unbidden to her eyes. "Bailey's a survivor—she's supposed to survive!"

"I think I'm just gonna leave now," Potter muttered. Neither Slytherin paid any attention to him.

"You know what Potter just told me?" Blaise said with more fire behind his eyes than Amelia had ever seen. "Fiendfyre. Burnt down all of Fleecewood. No one survives that. Bailey—Mrs. Black—the baby—they're all. dead."

Amelia was still shaking her head, even as tears poured down her face.

"But why were they even at Fleecewood?" she exclaimed. "They were supposed to be at the Black townhome. Safe—this makes no sense—"

"Enough Amelia!" Blaise shouted. "It doesn't matter! She's dead! She promised me she would survive and—and—she's!"

It was then that Blaise collapsed, falling hard into one of the low couches. At the sight of Blaise's despair, it finally became real to Amelia. Bailey was gone. The Sight had failed her and she had lost her best friend with no warning whatsoever.

But maybe I'll live.