AN: Hey there everyone, sorry there was a total lack of author's note or disclaimer in chapter one...this is my first story and apparently I haven't quite figured the whole uploading process out yet. But anyway, HI! welcome to my story, of which is being written with the help of my sister, and yes, I am aware of how cliche the idea is, but what can I say? I'm a follower, and somewhat of a 'reading the books fic' stalker, so if it's out there, I've probably read it. As such, I finally decided that I should probably add my own opinion to the mix. So please, feel free to give me your opinion, good, bad, ugly, whatever, because I'm seriously curious to know whether or not anyone other than those related to me enjoy what I write. But if you don't, I won't hate you, I promise. So, without further ado...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just one of the thousands of copies of the series out there.


The following morning found Sirius and the rest of the adults once again in the kitchen, though thankfully after getting some sleep. Sirius wasn't as rested as he would have liked, due to his restless night revolving around the possibility of Harry turning his back on the Animagus, but he wasn't going to dwell on that disturbing image more than he already had. Instead, Sirius turned back to Remus and Arthur, while Molly bustled around the kitchen as usual, cleaning up the breakfast remains. The previous night, when they had agreed to wait until morning to decide how to proceed, they had thought it better to remove the books from anywhere curious and bored teenagers might discover them, which effectively ruled out pretty much any room at Grimmauld Place. So they had sent the pile back to Hogwarts with Minerva and Severus for the night, agreeing to meet back up the next day to decide what to do.

Sirius thought Remus didn't look any more rested than he felt, though Arthur and Molly seemed slightly more relaxed than they had the night before. Rather than trying to ignore the troll in the room, Sirius took a breath and turned more fully to his friend.

"So, Remus, have you come up with any reason why you think the future version of one of your students decided to send us some Harry-centric reading material? It can't simply be because she thought we were bored enough to need a distraction." Sirius added his best flattering smile at the end there, just in case Moony needed any extra persuasion to start talking. Remus rolled his eyes at that, but opened his mouth to answer anyway after taking a sip from his tea.

"As a matter of fact, Sirius, I have thought about that, and while I think Luna was a little vague in her correspondence, I think she was trying to say that we should use the books to possibly change how we move forward in the war." While Remus had been talking, the floo had flared, admitting Severus and Minerva into the room, the latter carrying the pile of books in her arms.

"Surely, Lupin, you are not suggesting we do something so irresponsible as to cheat fate of its intended course by listening to some possible incarnation of a perpetually-woolgathering Ravenclaw." Severus sneered, clearly in no better a mood than the previous night, and having caught the last of Remus' thought.

"Actually, Severus, I am, if this 'possible incarnation' can help us defeat Voldemort sooner, something I think would be beneficial for all of us, including you," Remus responded pointedly ignoring the slight on Luna, knowing the Potions Master wasn't insulting the girl so much as relieving his annoyance at the situation she had put them in. When all he got in response was another sneer, he just sighed and turned to the other professor, who had proceeded to the table and put the books in the center again. "What do you think Minerva?"

Before the older woman answered she turned to Molly, accepting another cup of tea from the Weasley matriarch's seemingly-endless supply. "Well Remus, I may not be as skeptical about the source of these books as Severus, but I do think there may be some ulterior motive in handing us priceless information such as this. What that motive is, however, I haven't a clue."

"Are we even sure that the information in the books is true?" Arthur asked quietly, and everyone turned to him in confusion. He picked up the top book, titled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and gestured to the front cover. "According to this, the author of these books is some J.K. Rowling, not Hermione, and most certainly not Harry. I know the Luna we heard said they were Harry's memories and all, but I know in the muggle world they have these things called 'friction' books, which are like our Beedle and Bard stories, but for adults. Who's to say this isn't one of them?" At this thought the older redhead looked interested in the book he was holding for a whole new reason.

"Well, the only way to know would just be to read the books and see if it matches up with everyone else's memories" said Sirius, clearly getting more excited than anxious about reading as the discussion continued.

"I have to agree with him," said Minerva, "the only way to find out would be to read, but it would be very suspicious if all five of us just disappeared for a few days, especially since me and Severus should be at Hogwarts preparing for the upcoming school year and you, Molly and Arthur, have to worry about work and keeping the children occupied."

"Are you suggesting we let other people know about these books?" Remus asked hesitantly, thinking hard. "I suppose that's not out of the question, but I would suggest we try keeping this as low key as possible. If we get the whole Order involved we might all be too preoccupied to notice some crucial movement on the part of Voldemort or the Ministry, which would cancel out any good reading about the future might do." At this, he saw Arthur, Minerva, and Severus nodding along, while Molly had started twisting her hands nervously around her own teacup, and Sirius seemed to be getting more and more impatient. Remus figured the thought of actually doing something productive was so seductive, any delay on their parts was frustrating the house-bound man beyond belief.

"Personally, I know taking a few days off work wouldn't be that much trouble at the moment, since our incoming incidents have slowed significantly and I'm sure Perkins could handle the paperwork on his own for now. And as far as being on duty goes, I think the rest of the Order who actually work in the Ministry could pick up our slack for a few days, especially Tonks and Kingsley, since the Aurors always seem to be in the office more than any other department. We would simply have to come up with an excuse and then ask them to cover for us." He looked towards Remus, as if seeking approval, since he had been the hesitant one in letting others know the true situation. The werewolf in question nodded his head, but before he could say anything, Severus jumped in.

"Should we perhaps inform Albus? He would be able to keep the questions from everyone else to a minimum easily."

"No!" Everyone jumped as Sirius yelled out vehemently. When he received numerous questioning looks at his outburst, he clarified. "I'm sorry, but the way Albus has been recently with keeping information quiet, I think he'll either convince us not to read, or take the books so that he can glean anything significant from them, and we'll be left never seeing hide nor hair of them again. And if I can't read about my own Godson's years at school, both past and future, I'll make damn sure he can't either!" It was clear from his tone that Sirius was still angry that the Headmaster was purposely keeping Sirius under house arrest, while also keeping information from Harry that his godfather thought should have been shared.

"Once again, I must agree with Sirius." Minerva sighed, looking almost amused that this had happened twice in the span of an hour. "Albus has always had a penchant for playing things close to the vest, and I think the opportunity for more people than he might trust implicitly knowing things he may not, or may not want to share, would make him nervous about going along with this." She sighed again, this time looking specifically at Molly. "And while Arthur has solved one of the other problems I raised, I think the only option in trying to keep the teens corralled would be to let them in on the reading as well. They will find a way to interrupt, or realize we are keeping things from them if we don't," she pointed out, almost apologetically, still looking only at Molly. She almost flinched when the red head's face started flushing and her hands tightened around her cup.

"Absolutely not! How are these books any different than the Order information we're keeping away from them? Especially since they shouldn't even be involved in ending this war in the first place, and won't have to be if we read about how to defeat You-Know-Who!" Her voice had started rising, and was taking on a shrill quality, but she was prevented from continuing by a bang as the kitchen door suddenly opened and bounced off the wall. This was then followed by a very angry-looking Ron Weasley marching through the opening, with the sound of groans and a faint "Ron!" echoing after him.

"Mum! Me 'n Hermione are Harry's best friends, and have more of a right than you to know what's going to happen to him! Besides, there's no point in keeping half the information from us, since we've basically lived through it all already." He added, as an afterthought. Then he seemed to realize what he'd just done and his face turned a bright red, though looking no less determined. None of the adults seemed to be able to find a response for a moment, and the silence apparently let any other eavesdroppers know it was okay to venture into the basement, as a hesitant Hermione, and three just-as-angry Weasleys proceeded through the door. The fact that Ron was still breathing seemed to give Hermione a boost of confidence, because she stepped up next to him, looking anxiously at Molly. Remus was vaguely reminded of their very similar entrance the night before, and couldn't help but smile at how unconscious the friends were to the camaraderie they shared. Before Hermione could say anything, though, Mr. Weasley sighed loudly, though Remus thought it more so to cover up the small smile on his face rather than in irritation. He himself had to battle back a chuckle, since he and Sirius had agreed weeks ago that the teenagers were getting more information than their mother thought.

"Have you all really been listening behind the door this entire time?" He looked at the ceiling suddenly, as if to avoid the sharp gaze his wife sent him. Meanwhile, the twins grinned at each other, and turned to their father.

"Dad, how could you make such baseless accusations? Listening at doors! That would be so childish of us." One of them—Remus thought it might be Fred—said, shaking his head mournfully.

"Yea Dad, it's not like all five of us had out ears pressed to the keyhole…that would be spatially impossible." The other one—presumably George, if Remus was correct—tried to keep his face as serious and disappointed as possible, but one glance toward his twin and neither could help but crack and start laughing. Ginny seemed either totally nonplussed or way too used to this to be bothered, and rather just shared a look with Hermione, both girls rolling their eyes, while Ron tried to poorly cover up a guilty expression. Mr. Weasley merely sighed again, clearly not game enough to try and get a real answer out of any of them.

"Well, then, since you're not denying that you were listening at all, how much did you hear? I thought you were upstairs trying to clean out one of the third floor bedrooms?" Molly nodded fiercely from behind her husband, glaring at her older sons in particular, as if they had dragged the three younger ones along for the ride.

"Well, we were cleaning, but then we found this nest of…things…under one of the beds, and one scratched Ginny on the arm, and it's turned kind of purple, so we thought it would be better to see if Sirius knew what they were," Hermione began, still looking nervous, though less and less the longer they stayed in the kitchen. Before she could continue, though, Ginny was set upon by her mother, who dragged her to the table while simultaneously pulling out her wand and muttering about wasting time with 'this silly spying business.' Unfortunately, the young red head didn't seem too happy about this.

"Mum, please! I'm fine, it doesn't even hurt anymore, and it was shallow, so there's hardly any blood. Besides, we only stopped to listen when we heard Sirius shout. So there you go, dad, we didn't hear a lot, but we've pieced together most of what you're talking about. Besides, how do we know these books aren't cursed or anything?" Ginny's face suddenly took on a fairly haunted look, as if remembering something, turning away from her fussing mother to her father worriedly. He reached over and squeezed her shoulder gently.

"Don't worry Ginny, there's nothing even remotely magical about these books, Professor Snape was very thorough in his testing when they first showed up, and since then we haven't seen anything out of the ordinary." He soothed, and Ginny's shoulders relaxed back and she turned around to look at her now-healed arm. Most of the occupants were now sitting down, as the boys and Hermione had made their way over to chairs while Molly was working on Ginny's cut, and now she turned to them in general and asked,

"If you're sure… I know Sirius said the books were about Harry's years at school, but what exactly does that have to do with You-Know-Who?"

"Well, we're not totally sure ourselves, but if we read we may find out." Sirius said, his enthusiasm showing through once again in a grin. Molly harrumphed under her breath, as if unhappy with both the fact that the children seemed to be involved despite her opinion and the fact that Sirius seemed to assume they were going to be reading. Hermione, who looked to have been deeply contemplating the pile of the books still sitting innocuously in the center of the table, straightened up, and after glancing quickly towards Molly, turned to the professors. Remus had a funny feeling that the young witch felt more comfortable debating with a professor rather than the formidable mother of her friends.

"Well, if you think about it, so far in Harry's life he's met face-to-face with You-Know-Who four times, so maybe we could learn something from those encounters?" At the blank looks she received, she gulped, and glanced at the rest of the adults in the room. Everyone besides Ron, Remus noted underneath his own shock, seemed surprised by this tidbit of information. Indeed, when the werewolf looked at Sirius closely, the man had gone fairly pale under his black hair, and was staring at the fifteen-year-old as if she had just revealed herself to be a Slytherin. Clearly the stares were disconcerting her, but she started up again, still determinedly talking to mainly Minerva now. "Also, if you're worried about the events being false or anything, Ron and I are the best people to tell you if what it says actually happens, since as Ron pointed out earlier, we were there for much of what went on during school."

Minerva was nodding along with the girl by this point, and Remus could see that even Severus seemed to be swayed by such a strong argument. He knew Sirius was already up for letting the teenagers join them, and even Remus had to admit that the idea held more merit than barring their presence did. As everyone was digesting this, he saw Arthur turn to Molly, and the couple appeared to hold a whole conversation silently with their eyes—as married couples were wont to do—and suddenly Molly slumped down and sighed heavily, slowly nodding her head.

Apparently, in the Weasley household, this was a signal of acceptance, because Ron started nodding his head enthusiastically at a bemused Hermione, Ginny leapt up and hugged her father, then her mother, and the twins high-fived, and shouted out happily. Of course, because the kitchen door was still open, this set off the portrait of Sirius' mother, and as everyone rushed at the same time into the main hall, the front door opened, and Bill Weasley walked in, stopping abruptly when he saw how crowded it was.

"Hey everyone" he said hesitantly, "who set off Mrs. Black this time?" He looked knowingly towards the smirking twins, since they were the main reason people ever seemed to raise their voice in the dreary house.

"Oh! Bill, I didn't realize it was so late already, did you just get off guard du—" Arthur was rudely cut off by Molly's glare, looking sheepishly towards the now eagerly listening teenagers. Bill laughed good-naturedly though, and answered his father.

"Yeah, Dad, but on the way home, I was stopped by Dumbledore. Apparently, Augusta Longbottom tripped over a 'trevor'—whatever that is—and broke her hip. She was taken to St. Mungo's and fixed up pretty quickly, but since she's so old, her bones are still stiff, and she asked the Headmaster if there was anywhere her nephew could stay for the two weeks before school, and he thought of us, so…" Bill trailed off as he was interrupted by Ron.

"You mean, Neville's with you?" In answer, the eldest Weasley son stepped aside and revealed yet another teenager, this one slightly chubby and looking thoroughly intimidated, carrying a strange potted plant in his arms and an older, battered-looking trunk floating a few feet off the ground behind him. Before the poor boy could get his bearings though, Molly seemed to fly out of nowhere, waving her wand and ushering boy, plant, and trunk into the hall, fussing over him in the way only a mother could.

"Oh, hello dear! Of course, Bill, we'd love to have him here for the rest of the summer, it's no trouble at all! Now dear—Neville, was it? I'll just put your trunk up in Ron's room, I hope you don't mind sharing, we haven't cleaned out all the bedrooms yet. Are you hungry at all? How's your grandmother doing? The poor dear, I can only imagine how frustrated she would be with her body giving out on her like that, I've heard she still has a formidable wand arm, though…" The red-haired matriarch trailed off as she led Neville into the kitchen, the rest of the group following behind, with Bill and Arthur talking quietly together. Remus saw Sirius still struggling to cover up his mother's portrait, though someone seemed to have silenced her, so he went over to help.

By the time the two Marauders made it back into the kitchen, most had been seated at the table, Molly still practically hovering over Neville, while the Weasley boys were trying to stifle laughs and avoid the slaps Hermione and Ginny were trying to distribute. On the other end of the table, furthest from the door where Remus and Sirius stood, Arthur and Minerva seemed to be explaining to Bill about the books, and their plan to go ahead and read them. Severus, Remus noticed, was once again lurking quietly in one of the shadowy corners, as though trying to disappear, yet also still not miss any conversation going on around him. Arthur was coming to the end of his explanation when Remus sat down beside him, Sirius on his other side.

"…and, since Hermione's right about determining if they are true or not, we're going to let the teenagers listen in as well. That was when you came in, so really, you haven't missed much." Remus chuckled and couldn't agree more with Bill's incredulous expression at Arthur's slightly understated observation. Bill then shook his head slowly, clearly trying to come to terms with what he had just learned, while Remus could also hear Ron and Hermione giving Neville a slightly more exaggerated and energetic summary of the same events, with lots of gesturing towards the pile of books still sitting in the middle of the table between the two groups.

"So, you said these books are from the future, correct?" Bill asked succinctly. When he received more than one affirmative nod he continued, "But who sent them? There wasn't a note or anything, was there?" At this, the younger generation all stopped talking to listen, which Remus couldn't blame them for. If they truly had only been listening in this morning, they would have missed the whole Luna-patronus-letter display and reactions by the Order members.

"Ah, well…there was a note, but it was more of a patronus-message that came out of an envelope, and then it disappeared when it was finished." Sirius took the liberty of answering this time, since it seemed like both the Weasleys and the professors (Remus included) were reluctant to share such a fantastical account with children who would have no trouble mocking all of them except perhaps Severus. The dog Animagus shook his head slightly at the bewildered looks and kept going. "The patronus was speaking in the voice of an Unspeakable from the future, who identified herself as Luna Lovegood, and she seemed familiar enough with Harry and Hermione to use their first names only to identify them." At this, most of the teens looked extremely confused, all except Ginny, who gasped, her eyes going wide.

"You mean Luna sent the books? And she said she was friends with Harry?" At more hesitant nods and questioning glances from adults and children respectively, the girl seemed to pull herself together, and asked with a confused if not slightly steely glance, "so, why isn't she here? Shouldn't her past self get a chance to experience the books her future self worked so hard to send back? It only seems fair to me."

"You're right, Ginny, we should invite the girl over to read with us." Sirius nodded decisively, and looked at all the Order members, as if waiting for some sort of agreement. When Molly looked like she was going to object to another teenager, he gave her a hard glare and said, "It's still my house, Molly, no matter what Albus is using it for at the moment, so that means I have final say in who gets to be a guest." He finished with an air of finality that no one could argue with, and Remus was impressed despite himself. To dissolve the tension starting to come from Molly's direction, he asked a perfectly practical question that he thought would move the proceedings along faster than they were going on their own.

"Well, in that case, Ginny, do you know where she lives, so we can go extend an invitation, and get permission from her father?"

"Yeah, professor, she actually lives near the Burrow, so Mum or Dad should be able to get you there." She nodded, looking relieved that everyone seemed to be taking her suggestion seriously. With that problem sorted out, Remus then turned to Minerva, hoping Albus' deputy-headmistress might have a good idea to overcome the next obstacle.

"Minerva, do you have any idea how we're going to include her under the Fidelius without letting Albus know what we're keeping from him?" He asked, his hopes sinking slightly when the startled look on her face confirmed the idea that no one else had probably thought the implications through yet. However, Sirius suddenly slapped his own forehead and scrambled over to one of the counters, searching through one of the drawers.

"I almost forgot! Remus, don't worry, I've got exactly the thing we need right…here!" He finished triumphantly, holding a small piece of parchment that looked like it had been shoved into the drawer unceremoniously at one point. At the blank expressions he received, the Black heir explained. "This is a note Albus gave me in case we needed to let any new members into the house while Albus was busy; I'd totally forgotten about it since new members have been fairly scarce." When people still looked confused, he rolled his eyes. "It's a note describing this address in Albus' handwriting, and that means…" he trailed off expectantly, and Remus suddenly understood.

"…it's as good as the Secret-Keeper telling someone the secret in person! Sirius, that's perfect!" He smiled at how the Azkaban escapee's eyes lit up happily in a way they hadn't since he had moved back into his childhood home.

After that, things started moving much quicker in Remus' opinion. The two Weasley parents had volunteered to go get Luna themselves, and Ginny had insisted on going along too, because they were the most familiar with the odd girl and her father. When they came back within the hour, everyone had been introduced, and everything had been once again explained to the Ravenclaw—who Remus had to admit, took the story much better than anyone else had, though she still looked curious and excited about the situation—Molly insisted that they all eat a good lunch before they even opened the book, and commandeered the hands of most of the teenagers to help make sandwiches and set the table.

After they all finished, it was decided that the library had the most space, and they would all be more comfortable there than sitting at the kitchen table while reading. They all filed out of the basement and up to the main floor. When they were all settled comfortably on the various chairs and settees scattered in the spacious library, Minerva placed all seven books on one of the tables near the door, taking the smallest one on top as she made her way over to an armchair near the large fireplace. Sitting down, she opened the book and began.


AN: One more note, to make up for my lack of one last chapter...do you think I should continue?