Disclaimer: The only character that is mine is Olympiya Blayton, all others and including, settings etc are the work of JK Rowling and publisher Bloomsbury

After spending the entirety of the night in either states of pure discomfort or being eaten by the sofa, I woke up around seven exhausted with attempting to sleep. Padding into the kitchen to brew some tea I noticed the clock that kept an eye on all of the Weasley's, it seemed to be stuck on 'Mortal Peril', however one of them was moving. A smile crept across my face as I saw Bill's move to awake, considering breakfast was at half eight (as I was reliably informed) I couldn't imagine he took an hour and a half in the shower. I missed waking up to someone I love, it's been so long since I had I had forgotten how it made me feel. Obviously someone heard their early morning antics as several sleepy footsteps made their way down the carpeted stairs.

"Good morning!" I mustered the loudest, cheeriest greeting I could find within my self this early in the morning. I preferred late morning to afternoon rousing.

"Urgh." Seemed to be the only response that was available to them at the present time.

"Does anyone want some tea, it's freshly brewed?" I got the same response, which I took to be a yes, so I retrieved a variety of tea cups and began to pour. Their sated faces seemed to enjoy the sweetness at this unearthly hour, and felt pleased with my ability to satisfy a group of teenagers. A mortal fear of mine since being given this task as I don't do motherly love. The bright morning sun streamed through the leaded windows onto the same wooden table we sat around last night, but I could sense that Harry, Ron and Hermione had something to ask me. Of course it was highly obvious as to what they wanted to discuss, and I was tempted to start the conversation myself.

"I've read about you." Hermione enquired

"In what book may I ask?" I was quite excited as to what book I was in, I was hoping for something risky personally.

"'Dark, Dangerous and Disturbed Witches and Wizards of the Past' I think."

"Of the past? I'm still alive and kicking, I'll have to alert the author. I think I've got a bit left in me to warrant the present." I was quite upset with being resigned to the past, even a little hurt.

"You're not more concerned about the 'disturbed' bit?" Ron asked.

"How do you know that I'm not?" I shot him a sideway glance with an added smirk.

"What?" Ron looked completely dumbfounded.

"Do you honestly think your mother would let me in the house if she wasn't completely satisfied with my sanity?" Good answer, go me.

"But you used the Cruciatus Curse." Harry added.

"On a Death Eater that was preparing to shout one at me. I didn't want to experience that again, once is plenty for me."

"But an Auror wouldn't use an Unforgivable Curse." Hermione chipped in.

"Who said I was an Auror?"

"You were a Death Eater?" Harry spat out.

"This is not conversation for a breakfast table." I tried to slow the expulsion from the Wizarding world again.

"Just tell us. Just tell us the truth. Please." Hermione demanded.

"Alright, but if I tell you all this you must not go off the deep end, instead just listen to what I have to say with as little prejudice possible. Is that alright?" I hope they say yes.

I got an "Okay" from all three of them, an unsure okay but it gave me a sense of hope they wouldn't hex me until next Tuesday.

"Yes, I was indeed a Death Eater BUT only for a matter of months before Albus rescued me."

"He got you out of the Death Eaters, I thought that was impossible?"

"It is, I never left but I offered to become a spy. I never really did anything for Voldemort I was more of a trophy for him. Looking back it was the single most idiotic choice I ever made; this said I've led a pretty interesting life because of it. That's why I used the Cruciatus Curse; it was an instinct but a bad one, I'll admit that."

"We've heard enough about spies." Harry alleged.

"Can I make a guess that you're talking about Severus Snape. We were supposed to work together, but he took off on his own." My head dipped slightly, I hated bringing up the past but Albus assured me that these three were surprisingly good to talk to. He also mentioned that if I spoke to Harry, Hermione and Ron would invariably discover the conversation so it would be fruitless talking to them separately.

"Who else?" Ron retorted.

I let out a laugh, "Not liked by you lot either then?"

"No!" The three chorused light heartedly.

"Albus always trusted him, even when I told him what I knew which was quite some time after he began double crossing us. I had to be completely sure before I made accusations that serious."

"Why? He's the reason behind all this destruction! He killed Dumbledore!" Harry uttered the three words no girl wants to hear, that the man you were almost forced to marry killed the man that saved your life. I felt my insides crumble away with the thought of Severus striking Albus down, a man who had wasted his life thinking he was better than everyone else had diminished the greatest Wizard I had ever known. They could probably tell I was affected by what they had just revealed to me; well the sobbing into my hands gave it away really.

"Didn't you know?" Hermione gently questioned.

"No, no one told me how he died. I can't believe Severus did it, he wasn't supposed to."

"What do you mean 'wasn't supposed to'?" Harry was beginning to rise out his seat.

"Albus knew what Draco was up to, the cursed items and wardrobe. He may be old, but absolutely nothing goes past him especially in his school." The tears had subsided temporarily but I definitely knew they would be back.

"He knew and did nothing. He let himself be killed." He was now out of his seat and angrily pacing the stone kitchen floor.

"Harry, please don't think like that, I honestly think he trusted Severus, he really does see the best in people. Well apart from Voldemort, but everyone sane hates him."

"What about you then, why didn't you stop him? If you knew what was happening you could have done something! Why did you let him die?" The anger and despondency was etched into his face desperately as he tried to figure out what had happened.

"Do you honestly think that I would stand by and let him die? If I came back when I wanted to it would had caused so many problems for everyone involved. I asked Albus so many times to get the Ministry to let me back in." I was beginning to hear a pleading voice in the back of my throat. Harry's pacing began to slow considerably and the anger drained from his face but the desperation still hovered about. "I trusted his judgement Harry, I couldn't betray him again."

"I know." He plonked back down onto his seat, seemingly satisfied with his interrogation.

"I'm here to help you out, guide you and complete your training. To help you locate the Horcruxes and get rid of Voldemort. Get that look off of your face." Harry was pouting spectacularly, "I'm not going to be a babysitter, if you want to go off on your own that's up to you but you can't blame the consequences on me."

"Oh."

I turned to face him straight on, "Do you want a babysitter?"

"No it's not that, I was just hoping Remus would be able to do that."

"I'm sorry that it's not but he's got to remain underground for the time being, I'm sure he'd like to help out when he's not busy though." I tried hard to keep my tone light.

"Yeah, when he's not with Tonks."

"Hey, don't take that tone, I believe that's exactly what you were doing with Ginny earlier this year. Absolutely everyone is entitled to a little happiness surely?" His mumbled agreement was all that was needed. Taking the last cold sip of tea out of my cup reminded me to investigate the time. "Are we alright now?"

"I suppose."

"Well it's tough luck either way as I'm going to be sticking around all year." And with that the rest of the house emptied into the kitchen noisily. But before they all crowded into the golden sun-filled room I caught a glimpse of the three friend's silent conversation and by my guess they seemed alright with me. But I'm sure things will crash around my feet one more than one occasion. I conjured a huge mug of coffee and stood back observing normal family life, I think some people call it organised chaos. I took this time to retire to my trunk in order to organise what I was wearing today, it was when I opened it in a magical environment that I realised how terribly Muggle I had become. Disappointed with myself I took myself up to the shower to cleanse the previous conversation with Harry away. I felt decidedly dirty for informing them all about my past, I felt guilty every day for what I did but the truth was that my life got a whole lot more interesting because of it. For a brief moment I imagined all the Weasley men 'accidentally' bursting in to check the taps or something. I quickly stepped out and cast a drying spell and slipped into my outfit for the day, so I pulled on a pair of slim jeans, a white vest and a little black cardigan. I spent most of my time in corsets and long skirts, but then again that was the fashion back then. Brushing my hair into a more acceptable state I cast my patented serum spell that kept my hair manageable. I thought with age my hair would learn to behave itself, but unfortunately it was as unruly as ever. Wandering back into the kitchen I saw that things had reached a new level of madness, more people had managed to squeeze into the room. There we lots of women in large feathered hats and men wearing all manner of suits. Seeing this, I decided that it was my perfect chance for me to slip out and get my affairs in order. Grabbing my handbag I made for the door I entered yesterday with Harry.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to get my life sorted again Molly."

"Excuse me?"

"I need to go to the Ministry, Gringotts and also pick up a few items for myself if that's alright?"

"Be quick, it's the wedding today!"

"Why did no one tell me?"

"Arthur was supposed to!" Molly's voice was getting higher with every statement.

"We were busy fighting Death Eaters!" My reply matched hers, which in turn made the kitchen perfectly silent. "I'm going and I don't know when I'll be back, I need to make a life out of nothing." And with that Remus and Tonks, smiling from ear to ear arrived. I needed to leave rapidly.