All right everyone! Here's Chapter One! Thank you for everyone who has been reading and I'm sorry if the chapters are long, I promise, the fillers won't be as long. Enjoy!
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Ten Years Later . . .
Minerva McGonagall was not happy. It was the first Saturday of March and, while the weather was finally starting to warm up after the long winter months, she and the other professors were stuck in the stuffy Staff Room for the monthly Staff Meeting. "I hate Staff Meetings," she grumbled as she poured herself a cup of apple juice from the array of ice cold drinks on the buffet table that ran along one wall.
"The feeling is mutual Minerva," agreed Severus, as he grabbed a chicken and turkey sandwich from the array of assorted sandwiches and put it on his plate. "At least you don't hear about any filed complaints about your House."
"Hm, true on that, but you weren't the only one angry with him about his stupidity and prejudices. I wanted to set his arse on fire during the Head of House Meeting last month," she replied, grabbing a plate from the stack and spooning some potato salad onto it. "Let us hope he doesn't waste these next two hours with his comments or worse."
"I doubt he'd be able to Minerva," said Filius as he passed by them on his way to the desserts.
"Oh? And why is that Filius?" she asked.
"Because a representative of the School Board is here and you know as well as I do that he will always behave himself around them," he explained, using a cake knife to slice a piece of cheesecake and serve it onto his plate.
"Don't also forget, today is also the day we receive the files of the new students for next year," offered up Pomona. "By the way Severus, I passed by the Hospital Wing on my way here and Poppy asked me if I would deliver a message to you, since she may not be able to make it to the meeting."
"Oh? Is anything wrong?" he asked curiously. Besides being a Potions Master, Head of Slytherin House, and making his own potions, he also stocked the Hospital Wing with several bottles of potions that they needed.
"No, she's fine, except that some patients came in yesterday and used up all of the Bruise Salve, Sore Muscles Cream, Level One Pain Potion, Cure for Boils, and finally the Cure for Bogies," she explained. "The School Quidditch Team players were there after a particularly harsh training session; plus a rider who fell off her horse during a private lesson." She shared a look with Filius.
"What is it?" asked Severus who took out his notebook and began writing down everything he would need to make.
"Well . . . there was an altercation yesterday . . . between the Scott and Wesley twins," replied Filius. "Some students got caught in the crossfire and, while nobody was seriously injured, both Susan and Heather were given detention for a week and fifty points taken from each of them."
"And the Wesley boys?" asked Severus.
"They got away with it, even though according to the girls, they were the ones who started it," replied Minerva and sighed. "I've tried to punish them but Dumbledore would not allow it; saying something along the lines of, 'They're just being boys is all' and that the girls are just being oversensitive about it."
"Ha! I would love to see him get hit by one of their pranks and see how he likes them after that," said Nancy Downs, the new History of Magic teacher. She taught years one through five, while the old History of Magic teacher, Professor Binns, taught the sixth, seventh, and eighth N.E.W.T students.
Minerva liked the young woman, since the girl had been a Gryffindor when she was a school; she had helped Nancy get a scholarship to Merlin University in both History of Magic and Transfiguration. She turned to Filius and Pomona. "What are you two going to do with Heather and Susan?" she asked, since Heather was in Hufflepuff and Susan was in Ravenclaw, it would be up to Filius and Pomona to decide the appropriate detention for the two girls.
"Well we've talked it over this morning and I've decided to take over Heather's detentions since she is a natural at Charms and actually wants to get a degree in Charms when she graduates," said Filius.
"While I can't say that Susan wishes to get a degree in Herbology, she does like being outside more than being inside," said Pomona.
Severus finished writing down his list. "I'll start these potions as soon as we're done here," he said, putting the notebook away, and walked toward his usual spot at the staff table.
The door to the Staff Room opened and Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Neveah Cornwall entered the room. Neveah was the reason so many changes had occurred at Hogwarts and, in a sense, in the rest of the Wizarding World as well. When she became a School Governor twenty years ago, she had written up many plans for improving Hogwarts so that each student got more than the old education. Combining both magical and non-magical courses, updating the textbook lists, bringing in modern technology, adding new courses, and creating scholarships and grants for students who couldn't afford the schooling otherwise, and more.
Neveah, her dark-brown hair pulled back into a braided bun, her dark skin glistening, smiled and greeted each professor but gave Pomona a gentle squeeze of the shoulder, which the Herbology witch squeezed back. Neveah had been a Hufflepuff student and one of the most hardworking students in her year.
"Good afternoon everyone, please pardon my lateness, Ms. Cornwall and I were discussing more details about my request to the Governors. So, if we are all set, let us begin," said Dumbledore, as he sat down at the head of the table.
"Hello everyone, as you all know, beginning April ninth, we will be receiving next year's first year students for the Orientation Week," said Neveah, as she placed her briefcase on the table and pulled out her laptop. She flipped the lid up and turned it on, typing her password in before looking up. "If you all will please take out your laptops, we can begin; there are a few students I am most concerned about."
Minerva reached down and took out her own laptop; at first, when Neveah had suggested that each of the teachers learn how to operate a computer and keep up-to-date on the new technological advances, she had spoken against it. But, when she realized that using the computers helped make reading essays better for her eyesight, she had changed her mind and signed up for lessons.
Neveah waited until everyone, with the exception of Dumbledore who couldn't be bothered to learn how to use a computer and Hagrid who's fingers were too big for the keyboard, had opened their laptops and had looked up, waiting, with their emails up. "Now, I believe you all have received an email of the new students I wish to discuss; the first student I wish to talk about is Patrick O'Connor," she said, pressing a button on her laptop.
Filius clicked on the picture of the first document and a file popped up on a separate page. Patrick, an eleven year old boy with short strawberry-blonde hair, brown eyes, fair skin, short, and skinny, looked up at him from the screen. Quickly reading through the file, he noticed that, besides being pretty smart for his age, there were several incidents of accidental magic; but, what worried him most was that there were more visits to the hospital for accidents that seemed far too numerous for a boy his age.
"He's a muggle-born wizard and, as you can see, is a very bright student; however, we're not entirely certain that he's completely muggle-born," said Neveah. "His adopted parents are both doctors who frown upon magic."
"If I'm reading this correctly, there are signs of physical abuse here," said Filius. "Broken bones, bruises, cuts, burns, all of these are not natural for even an energetic boy to have at this age. Broken bones and bruises maybe if they're an athlete, but he's more of a scholar than an athlete. How come the Muggle Child Protection Services haven't been notified?"
"Well as you can see both of his parents have been taking care of the injuries and, even though the hospital has called MCPS many times, no report was ever filed," explained Neveah. "However, when we received his file, we've contacted Wizarding Child Protection Services and they have already begun their investigation into the matter."
Dumbledore sighed tiredly. "It could be that his magic is the cause of the injuries?" he suggested.
Neveah nodded her head in agreement, but refused to play into the Headmaster's suggestion. "Be that as it may, he is attending our school and we have an obligation to make sure that each student who is entrusted into our care has a safe home to go to," she replied, ending the matter.
He nods, but Minerva could see that he didn't fully agree with Neveah. Oh Albus, where are you she asked herself sadly, placing a hand on the emerald necklace she always wore under her robes.
"Next is Hope Black," said Neveah.
Pomona smiled a small smile as she clicked open the second file to reveal the familiar face. Eleven years old, long black hair, just like her father, with the famous Porter Eyes; fair skin with not even a hint of acne, short, and shaping into what promised to be a beautiful young woman.
"Besides her father's history, as well as the Black Family history, I am concerned about her disability," said Neveah.
Dumbledore's face remained impassive, but he shifted in his seat. "So she was born with a disability; she'll be treated like any other student," he said, almost sounding as if he blamed the girl for having a disability.
More like because you know how she got that disability Severus thought, wishing he could leap over to where the Headmaster sat and pummel him into the floor; however, he kept his eyes on the screen before him, pretending to read the file. He, Minerva, Filius, Pomona, and a few others already knew about Hope and, going over the file, he wasn't surprised by anything it said. "It says here, that she wasn't born with the disability, in fact, when she was three years old, her family's home had been broken into and a curse was inflicted upon her which caused her leg to become weak and grow crooked?" he asked, looking up at Neveah for confirmation, even though he already knew the whole story.
Neveah nods. "The culprit was never caught, in fact it's still an open investigation, I've checked with the Auror Department, Mad-Eye is still searching for the person," she explained. "The Healers at St. Mungo's have been unable to life the curse; they believe that the death of the culprit or her magic will lift the curse in time."
"So in the meantime, it looks as if her mother insists she continue her exercises and that she stay out of the Special Needs classes," said Minerva. "I remember Iris, she was one of the best Healers at St. Mungo's and could have become Head Healer by the time she was thirty if she hadn't disappeared ten years ago."
"Which brings me now to Hope's cousin, Faith Porter-Black," said Neveah, not noticing Dumbledore's frown at the last name.
Minerva had noticed, but said nothing as she clicked on the third and final file in her email folder. A picture of an eleven year old girl with shoulder-length mousy-brown hair, the same ice-blue eyes as her father, aunt, and cousin, tanned skin, tall, and skinny stared back at her with her father's crooked grin. Faith looked every bit like her mother, with the exception of her eyes, whom she got from her father, Jack. The only difference was the five-pointed star-shaped scar around her right eye. She sighed, wishing that Faith was just like any other student instead of a survivor of one fateful night.
"I'm sure we all know her story so I won't bother with the details but, it has come to mine and the other School Governors' attention that many of the students here have been placing bets and even starting fights about what House Faith will be sorted into come the start of next year?" said Neveah looking around at each of the professors. "Have there been any improvements made since our last received report back in February?"
"Yes, we have caught the students who have been participating, however . . . they have been unable to tell us who initially started it all," replied Nancy solemnly. "You must understand Ms. Cornwall, outside factors come into play here as well. The parents of these students don't help as they all want their children to become friends with Faith because she defeated Lord Voldemort ten years ago."
"The Daily Prophet doesn't help either," spoke up Filius. "Why just this morning, they finished telling everyone about her riding career so far." He chuckled. "Just like her parents, Jack was an accomplished Dressage rider, who could get any horse to perform any movement while talking to them! He wasn't very bright in most of his subjects like the other Ravenclaws, but he had a good heart."
"If I remember correctly, her mother, Brianna, was more of a speed demon with Barrel Racing and Pole Bending," said Pomona remembering her favorite student. She chuckled and shook her head. "More than once I had to lecture her about going too fast and used her own injuries as examples; she didn't care about her own injuries but always worried about her mount's health. I was surprised when I learned she was to be in my House since she was bright for her age and could have easily done well in Ravenclaw; but she was always willing to help anyone who needed it. In fact, I believe that is how she met Jack wasn't it?" she adds looking to Filius for confirmation.
"Yep, he needed a tutor in his fifth year if he was to pass his OWLs to become a Medi-Wizard, so I asked Brianna if she could simply help him out," he replied. "Never did I dream that it would cause those two to get together."
Neveah cleared her throat. "If we may get back to the task at hand . . . the School Governors and I have been talking with the reporters of the Daily Prophet and, so far, they have agreed to stop writing about her for the rest of the school year to help stop all this trouble," she said, although from her tone, it sounded as though she wished they would stop writing about the young girl entirely.
"What about during the summer holidays and next year?" asked Hagrid worriedly.
"We're still working with them but, for now, hopefully things will quiet down," she said and turned off her laptop, motioning for everyone else to do the same. She waited until everyone had settled back into their seats before continuing. "Now, as Professor Dumbledore stated at the beginning of this meeting, he has made a request to the School Governors for a magical artifact to be placed in the school so that he may study in his spare time. After much consideration, the School Governors have decided to ask all of you on whether or not this artifact should be placed here."
"What artifact is it that the Headmaster wishes to place here Ms. Cornwall?" asked Professor Aurora Sinistra who looked about as energetic as a sloth; she taught Astronomy and only taught at night, sometimes not coming up to the Great Hall until lunch or supper depending on the night before lessons.
"The Philosopher's Stone," replied Neveah solemnly.
There was a collective gasp of breath as even Argus Filch recognized the artifact in question. Only Dumbledore and Hagrid looked indifferent, although Hagrid looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but here at the moment; Professor Quirenus Quirrell twitched and trembled uncontrollably for a second before calming himself.
"Absolutely not!" yelled Minerva jumping to her feet and looked at Dumbledore in shock. "Have you gone stark-raving mad Dumbledore?"
"Come now Minerva, I am of sound mind and body now as I was fifty years ago," he replied calmly, with just a hint of edge to his voice.
"I agree with Minerva, bring such an artifact into the school and we will have every student trying to get their hands on it," said Eileen Kunes, the first and second year Literature professor.
"Well of course we will warn the students not to . . ." began Dumbledore when he was interrupted by Emma Cartwright, the Runes professor.
"Warn them? Come now Dumbledore, do you really expect the students to listen to a warning? They will pretend to listen and then try to get to the Stone themselves!" she exclaimed. "They have no common sense of what is safe and what is dangerous!"
"And why should they listen? These are young, healthy adolescents who rely on us to keep them safe and keep the dangers outside of the school," Pomona adds to the agreement of the other teachers, all of whom had taught a reckless student at one point in time or another.
Neveah held up her hand to stop any other teacher from talking. "The other thing that the School Governors and I have agreed and suggested upon is that a series of challenges be set up so that no student under the age of eighteen will be able to enter the area the Stone is hidden. And as we all know, not any one student is good at everything," she said lowering her hand. "Now, both Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid have volunteered to set up a challenge each, I ask that five more volunteers set up a challenge each themselves."
"I'm in," said Minerva immediately. "While I do not condone placing a dangerous artifact in the school, I will be able to rest easy knowing that my challenge can at the very least slow them from going any further."
"I'm in," said Pomona and Neveah smiled at her old mentor.
"I am in as well, Charms can be quite tricky when abused and misused," said Filius.
"I-I v-vol-volun-t-teer as w-well," stuttered Professor Quirrell, wringing his hands tightly.
"Good, anyone else?" asked Neveah, looking around to the rest of the professors.
Nobody spoke, until one voice spoke up. "I volunteer," replied Severus.
Dumbledore's jaw dropped open in shock, but he quickly recovered himself. "Oh come now!" he scoffed.
"You have a problem with Professor Snape volunteering to set up a challenge, Headmaster?" asked Neveah, turning to the old man and staring him in the eye. "Because either way, the School Governors have the final say on this."
"You do know about his history don't you?" asked Dumbledore, sounding as if it should be obvious why Severus shouldn't be allowed to help.
"Yes, I do, nonetheless, he is the best Potions Master the school has ever had; almost all of your students have graduated with an Outstanding or an Exceeds Expectations in Potions. Not only that, but who better to help protect this artifact then someone who knows what the enemy thinks," she said, looking at him as if he were a child she were scolding.
It was quite comical, and some of the staff chuckled.
Dumbledore didn't say anything more. He knew when he was outmatched, but he couldn't wait until the day when they will all find out the truth.
Neveah turned to the other professors. "I'm sure the Governors will agree with the choice of volunteers; you will all have until the end of the school year to decide what kind of challenge you will create. When you have decided, the Governors will discuss it and then during the summer we will begin installing the challenges in the chosen area. We will also appoint a Wardsmith to set up wards on the entrance to the area to keep away unwanted visitors, students or otherwise. As well as to set up alarms should a student try to enter the area, are there any questions?" she asked.
The professors looked deep in thought, but none of them said anything.
Dumbledore moved to stand up and end the meeting, when Filius spoke up.
"It is strange you know," he said, his voice piping up to match his height.
"What is strange Professor Flitwick?" asked Neveah, even after all these years she couldn't dream of calling him or any of the other professors by their first names.
"That the school should be receiving a magical artifact such as the Philosopher's Stone, especially since a certain girl will be starting her schooling here after the summer," he replied, looking Dumbledore over the top of his glasses with a raised eyebrow.
"Nonsense Filius, I merely asked my friend Nicholas if I may borrow the Stone to study it. And since I am a very busy man, I have agreed to set up these little challenges while the Stone is not in my possession," explained Dumbledore and yawned before standing up and straightening his robes. "And on that note, if there is nothing else to discuss, I have a busy schedule and I bid you all good day," he adds before leaving the room, his robes sweeping out behind him.
"I must be going as well. Good day everyone, Professor Sprout," said Neveah, nodding to everyone before leaving the room as well.
Soon, the other teachers began to leave as well, sometimes alone or in pairs, until only the Heads of Houses and Hagrid remained.
"Looks like we've got a busy year ahead," said Severus as he finished his tea.
"Yes quite, but at least we can try to ward off anyone who attempts to get the Stone," said Pomona optimistically.
"I know, but we still have another obligation as well," said Hagrid, finishing the last of his sandwiches before standing up and walking toward the trash bin. "To watch over Faith and make sure the Headmaster doesn't succeed in his plans for her."
Filius, Pomona, and Severus nod in agreement, while Minerva could only sigh and try vainly to keep the tears at bay.
"What is it Minerva?" asked Pomona, always the first one to pick up on someone's moods.
"Oh . . . just . . . thinking is all," replied the Transfiguration witch, as she pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes. "We never did find Albus' body and I can't help but . . ." She broke off as her shoulders shook.
"But hope that he is still alive," said Filius, finishing her sentence for her.
She nods as Pomona placed her own hand over Minerva's. "The truth will come to light and, when we do find him, we will be able to put this all to rest," she said as Hagrid refilled Minerva's cup of tea.
"Also, have faith," said Severus trying to cheer her up a bit. "He needs to be alive in order for the potion to work. So, wherever he is being kept, he can't be too far away."
Minerva nods and smiled at her friends. They were all of different ages and from different Houses and yet, it was times like this that she felt as if the Houses only represented their traits. "Thank you, I do try to stay positive, it's just so hard sometimes," she whispered.
"No problem, come, why don't we go visit Hogsmeade before we go to Hope's birthday party? I've run out of my stock of their Honeyduke's chocolate, and it wouldn't do to be sad at a birthday party. Ruins the taste of the cake," said Filius, trying to cheer them up.
"Perhaps I will join you later, I have some potions to brew for Madame Pomfrey, but I shouldn't take more than an hour," replied Severus. "If it takes longer, I will see you all at the party."
Filius nods and looks at the two women and Hagrid. "Well?" he asked.
"Well it is such a nice day," replied Minerva and Pomona nods in agreement.
"Not me, I still gotta wrap Hope's birthday presents," said Hagrid.
"Good, Severus as soon as you've finished, send us a message and we will meet you in the Three Broomsticks," said Filius as they all stood up and began to clear the table.
"Will do, have a safe journey," said Severus before departing for his Potions Lab.
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The old man sighed tiredly as the lid to his trunk opened and the young man slipped inside, landing catlike on the floor. "What do you want?" he asked, looking at his captor.
"That wrench of a Deputy Headmistress! Who does she think she is questioning me like that?" asked the young man angrily as he stood up. He was a handsome man of about forty, with auburn hair and piercing green eyes.
The old smiled softly. "Ah Minerva, how I miss her so," he whispered softly, in a caring, loving way.
The young man backhanded him, causing the old man to fall to the floor, too weak to get up or defend himself.
"And you won't ever get to see her if I have anything to say about it!" he shrieked. He reached forward and yanked out a few hairs from his prisoner's already tender scalp. "Keep in mind old man, that I can kill you in a heartbeat and send your dead body to your lover should you continue to anger me!"
The old man chuckled. "You can and you would in a blind fit of rage, however . . . we both know you won't because if you do kill me, the Polyjuice Potion will no longer be of use to you. Then what will your master say to that?"
The young man hissed at him before turning on his heel and climbed back out of the trunk, closing the lid and locking all seven locks behind him.
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"Nymphadora!"
Tonks gasped and looked up from the map she had been scribing with to find Mad-Eye staring down at her, both eyes focused on her. "Yes?" she asked, wondering what she could have possibly done to get on Mad-Eye's bad side.
He growled, annoyed with her. "I've been calling your name for the last five minutes trying to get that report you were supposed to have typed up by now," he said, his tone saying that she had better have the report ready or else.
Tonks' eyes widened and she gulped. "Uh . . . the report?" she asked, her voice making a squeaking noise at the words, "the report".
Mad-Eye sighed and rolled his normal eye, his magical blue eye still looking at her. "No the Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans box . . . of course the report! The one about the Greengrass case!"
She quickly flushed tomato red as every pair of eyes swiveled to stare at her. How she wish Sirius and Brianna were here to help her out; but of course, Sirius was in Azkaban and Brianna was dead. "Uh . . . I'll have that report typed up in a sec boss," she said, quickly folding up the map and putting both it and the scribing crystal back into her desk drawer.
Mad-Eye looked around to see everyone staring at them. "What are you all looking at? Get back to work!" he shouted.
Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing, including Rufus Scrimgeour, an Auror whom Mad-Eye disliked in every way possible.
Mad-Eye waited until everyone's attention was elsewhere before turning to Tonks. "Nymphadora I know you love him but you need to let him go," he said trying to keep his voice low, which sounded more like a pitbull's warning growl than anything else. "If he doesn't want to be found he won't let anyone find him."
Tonks sighed. "I know, but he deserves to know the truth Mad-Eye. And Teddy needs to know who his father is," she whispered back fervently.
He sighed and his eyes told her he wished things had been different. "Dora, are you sure you're not just hoping for something that might not happen? Things change, especially in the eight years since he was last seen," he said.
"Mad-Eye I'm not concerned about anything that might happen between us," said Tonks stubbornly. "My sole-concern is that Teddy knows who his father is."
"All right then, get started on that report. Otherwise, you won't be able to go home in time for the birthday party," he said, knowing full well that it would only be a waste of time to continue arguing with her. "And you know Hope wants both you and Teddy there."
She nods. "I will Mad-Eye," she said, grabbing the file with the name, Greengrass written on the front of the file folder.
He shuffled off, his cane banging loudly on the floor of the Auror Department.
Tonks sighed and looked at the photo on her desk. It was a picture of her, Brianna, and Sirius the day Tonks had joined the Auror Department; with both of their help, plus some extra studying from Remus, she had managed to pass her Auror exams with flying colors. Why did that dirty rat have to betray us? We never did anything wrong to him she thought, her hair changing from its normally purple color to a fiery red.
"Hey Tonks what's wrong?" asked Pierre, one of the Aurors who had graduated from the Academy at the same time as her.
Tonks quickly calmed her feelings of anger down and focused hard enough so that her hair returned back to a shade of violet. Get a grip Tonks, not everyone knows the truth she scolded herself. She masked her features into one of apologetic. "Nothing Pierre, just aggravated that this stupid report can't write itself," she replied holding up the file.
"Ah, well that's one of the downsides of being an Auror," he replied, before looking up at Mad-Eye's office.
Uh-oh what does he want now she wondered, recognizing the look from when her cousin had something to say that didn't pertain to work.
"So do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, when he was sure that Mad-Eye wasn't going to come out and yell at them for mixing work with personal.
"Uh . . . yeah, I'm going to the Day Care Center, pick up my son, make dinner, do some housework, and then turn in," she replied sarcastically and then mentally cringed. Her mother was right; lying came too easily for her nowadays.
Course when it came to the two girls, lying was about the only thing keeping them safe.
"Oh . . . well . . . can your parents watch . . . Johnny is it?" he asked.
Tonks growled low in her throat. "His name's Teddy and no, they have plans tonight," she replied tersely, which was partially right.
"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly sorry. "But, I was thinking maybe you and I can go out for drinks after work or something?" He looked hopeful.
Tonks rolled her eyes. "Pierre the answer is still no, I don't date coworkers," she said, sounding as though she were a broken record with all the times she had to repeat that sentence to him.
"Aw come on, whose it going to hurt just going out for drinks?" he asked.
"Because you're idea of going out for drinks also includes going back to your place," she replied looking at him with one of her looks.
He shrugged one shoulder. "Can't help that all of the ladies fall for my charm," he answered, without a hint of modesty.
Unlike Remus, whose modesty had her fall in love with him when they had first met during her first year at Hogwarts.
"Yeah and now you know one of the reasons why I won't date you," she snapped. "Now if you're done distracting me, I'm going to get this report done before Mad-Eye has me on desk duty for the next ten years." She bent her head over the report and began filling out the blanks.
He scoffed. "You know, if you're not careful, you'll miss out on a chance to go out with me and you'll regret it," he said.
She decided to ignore that last comment and continued on with the report.
She had just finished signing her name at the bottom when a soft orange light began to emanate from the drawer where she had placed the map and scribing crystal. Looking around to see if anyone was looking, she opened the drawer a crack to see the crystal standing on its point, the light coming from the very tip where it stood on the map.
Making sure no one saw, she pulled the drawer out further and took the map out of the drawer, placing it on her desk. Waving her wand over the light, an image of a humble one-story house, painted white with black trim appeared; it had a porch with a swing in front and, when she turned the image around, she could see a small backyard.
Whispering a series of spells, she noticed that not only did the house have magical wards, but it had Muggle protection spells, Notice-Me-Not spells, and several spells that she recognized to keep a werewolf on the property in case it escaped the house. She gasped, waving her wand to get the address; grabbing one of the scraps of paper she kept on hand and a pencil from the mug she kept on her desk, she quickly wrote the address down.
If he's still there, maybe we can talk she thought, looking at the clock on her computer screen. Damn it! I don't have time to go check it out now. I have tomorrow off and, knowing Iris, if I explain to her what's going on, she'll watch Teddy for me while I go check it out.
She cut the spell on the crystal and it fell with a clunk! on the wooden desk top.
She sat back in her chair, her thoughts going a million miles an hour. Please dear God, please let this be true. Please allow me to be able to meet him and talk to him she prayed.
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Okay so we have a mysterious guy using Polyjuice Potion and keeping some old dude who knows McGonagall locked in a magical trunk. Who is he? Who is the dude keeping him captive? And no, I'm not going to say why Tonks is looking for Remus but keep in mind, I am not making her thirteen years younger than him! I'm sorry that is too big of an age gap to keep in line with the original timeline, so she is two years younger than him. Also, it does have something to do with him being a werewolf but no he did not attack her. You're just going to have to keep on reading. Read and review! No flammers please.
