Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: The reason that reviewers have all these questions is because these questions were left intentionally in the first draft but I forgot to change them when I made the extremely large first chapter. Since the answers were spread around the extensive first chapter, hopefully you all will wait until later chapters to receive your answers.

As for the reviewer, Fragarach, I just hoped the readers would utilize reasoning to guess that since he is a werewolf his senses, which includes his sense of smell, would be greatly improved. God knows that is used often enough in fanfictions. It just happened to be of use in my story. Another reason could be that since Remus was James Potter's friend, he could see the subtle signs of one moving under an invisibility cloak. But you are right, as I should have pointed it out in the story, as some readers need to know such things or are new to Additionally, as I have told Cygnus Crux, everything in this fic is here for a reason, including the multiple voldemorts, hailey the snake hissing Granger, and Dumbledore's views on not telling Harry about the will. And as you said, Dumbledore doesn't deem it right to tell Harry as it is in his best interests. I remember having Remus discuss this with Harry. He doesn't want to Harry to know because he is afraid that Harry will try to breakout and endanger himself. He doesn't even want him to go with the order as a precaution.

OK, enough rambling and on with the story.

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What The Hell?

'DAMN.'

Of all the days Harry had to get a surge of motivation and sneak off to Diagon Alley, it had to coincide with a Death Eater attack.

That was just dandy.

He dropped his purchases immediately. Whipping out the new wand he had purchased from the odd store in Knocturn Alley he hadn't got the name of, he ignored Remus's confused look as the power surged through him urgently as he held it in his hands. But instead of taking action, Harry was frozen with apprehension as he took in the sight. The cloaked figures had already started wreaking havoc around him, the sickly green light of death surrounding him, closing in on him. The storefronts were smashed already, and corpses were crumbling to the floor left and right. Harry couldn't move at all; at most, he would be hurling.

"We have to get out, NOW!" Remus exclaimed. He was cut off instantly another shriek went through the air.

It was Remus's own strangled cry.

Harry watched in numb horror as his father's last true best friend slowly crumbled to the ground with horrible, anguished, piercing screams.

There!

A Death Eater had suddenly appeared in front of him, laughing maniacally. His heart was going to do a back flip completely out of his chest at its rate. The Death Eater's wand was pointed directly at Remus, who was writhing on the ground, just beginning to tear the grayish hair out of his scalp. The sight was horrifying. Harry could not move as everything turned into slow motion. The look of pure delight and ecstasy on the Death Eater's face and the look of unadulterated anguish and pain on Remus's imprinted itself in Harry's mind. It stayed like this for at least 10 seconds, maybe a minute, maybe an hour. Harry's jaw dropped in his immobilized state, but he shook it off as his determination returned. He had to remember why he was doing this, just who he was doing it for.

"Stupefy!"

The laughing suddenly stopped as the offender fell to the ground, a look of great confusion on his face. Satisfaction enveloped him as he restrained himself from whooping in joy. One down. Remus looked up uneasily at him from his position on the ground.

199 more to go.

Harry crouched down to be able to tend to a seriously injured Remus. They had him under the curse for a good 20 seconds, and there was no deity in the world that could convince him that he did not maintain a portion of the guilt for not helping until the werewolf was extremely hurt.

"Remus, are you okay?"

The question sounded dumb to his own ears as Remus winced in pain before slowly shaking his head in the negative. He looked horrible, and judging by his facial expressions as he lay there on the ground, Harry doubted he could hardly move. If the last marauder died today...

"Ready to die?"

The Death Eater had come from practically nowhere. The question uttered from his smirking face was calm, as if he was asking the two out for a cup of their favorite kind of tea. Harry looked around, noticing the carnage and havoc that had been inflicted in such a short amount of time. Or was the time that short? Time seemed to be a lost element to the boy.

The storefronts made steady platforms for the dancing flames, children and adults alike lay motionless on the ground; Harry had to close his eyes away from the horror. Harry was ready to face his inevitable death at the hands of the grinning Death Eater standing in front of him, who didn't move as if he was awaiting their reply. Remus looked too weak to talk, and it pained him to see the only Order member he had felt a connection with appear so damaged. Dumbledore and his crew would have to be on their way, he hoped grudgingly, since they had to hear the screams, and must have left the reading of the will.

"Expelliarmus!" The Death Eater dodged the injured Remus's curse easily, shooting a sickly orange curse back towards Harry that the young man didn't catch. The frustrated teen wanted to cry as he dived out of the way, right into another curse that broke all the bones in his right arm, his wand arm. They had surrounded him and Remus, after only 1 Death Eater, just one, was unconscious, who had been quickly revived. The stunning spell, the disarming spell, and a post-Cruciatus werewolf could only do so much.

"Crucio."

For the second time in his life, his bones were on fire as he experienced the ultimate pain. He didn't understand that he had collapsed, that Remus had fallen with him by the effects of another, unknown curse, that his scar, his identity, was blatantly showing, nor that he was writhing quite painfully on the ground. Nothing truly affected him but that void of pain that crushed his insides and burned his exterior.

Death sure seemed quite appealing to him right now.

Suddenly the pain was lifted. He looked up blearily, barely noticing the huge black and green Runespoor sinking its daunting fangs into the Death Eater's flesh. Gone was the baby snake, and in its place was a beast nearly of a 20 feet stature. Remus was lying motionless on the ground next to him, so instead of rooting Hailey on, he rolled over to Remus while their attackers were distracted. He shook him but got no response. He didn't see what curse Remus was hit with, but he hoped with all his might that it wasn't that one. He checked his pulse before checking his own tears before they could fall from his luminous eyes.

Remus was alive

Harry lay there, immobilized with relief, before half-heartedly refocusing his attention on Hailey, one head busy biting the neck of her 10th Death Eater while the other two heads handled the 11th and 12th. 'How could I have let Remus, my very, very last connection with my parents, almost die, right there point blank in front of my face?' He thought miserably. His assumptions that he would even stand a chance against Death Eaters had almost cost another life, just as it did Sirius. He knew it was his fault, because barely 15 minutes ago in the alley Remus had suggested they go home. And Harry staunchly refused, only to land in the middle of a Death Eater attack where they were sure to die. Hailey, his pet snake for Merlin's sake, could only do so much to help him in this time of need. The vow he had made only tonight was on the verge of being broken. Harry tried to refocus his hazy attention on his last ditch effort of surviving.

After dodging a nasty-looking purple curse, Hailey slithered backwards, before abruptly stopping. What occurred next made it a miracle that Harry didn't slump over instantly in a dead faint.

Slowly, she ceased from being a reptile in order to gain control over limbs and other bodily functions. Shocked underestimated what the wounded teen was feeling as his newly purchased snake developed into a human being. Long, flowing, raven black hair fell gracefully to her shoulders, framing a thin pale face. She was wearing elegant robes of green that fitted her perfectly. The sparkling emeralds that were her eyes stayed true despite her transformation, and were currently being shielded by trendy glasses.

Glasses! That was what the strange circling around his snake's eyes was!

But the most peculiar thing was, Harry couldn't help but agree with the thought that if he was a girl, she would be exactly what he would look like. And she was pretty too; Her body was toned awesomely, like she had been exercising day and night since infancy. Where the hell did this goddess come from? Presently, a determined grimace was her expression as she turned to her awestruck master.

"Harry, we have to go now!"

Not sure if he maintained control over his mouth, Harry only nodded dumbly. Suddenly, she raised her hands, pocketing her wand momentarily, and closed her eyes, a deep look of concentration as her expression. Pure, white energy poured out of her palms, causing him to shield his eyes. Opening them back up, he found he along with his savior was immune to the effect, but the Death Eaters were blinded. Taking advantage of the momentarily distracted attackers, she summoned a nearby wizard's hat that had fell right off a victims head, and whispered some uncaught words before tapping it with her wand, which was in her hand as soon as she transformed. She was extremely powerful, and reluctantly he thanked Dumbledore for his assistance. He knew it had to be his doing, but this was extravagant, as Harry was sure her powers superceded Dumbledore's and possibly even Voldemorts. She ran towards the dumbstruck teen before gripping his shoulder tightly. Noticing finally what his savior had just done, he gripped his purchases tightly.

"One, two, three..."

The couple disappeared amidst the firing of curses (from wands and mouths), The Order of the Phoenix's late arrival, Dumbledore's glare towards the retreating Harry, but most prominently, amidst Harry's evident confusion.

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Pain.

It was obvious that his savior wasn't efficient at creating portkeys, as he'd just slammed his head full force into an unidentified object. Biting back the yowl that was the reaction of the excruciating ache his head was enduring, he realized his head wasn't the only thing that ached so horribly.

It was his heart.

How could he let Remus nearly die, right in front of him? He could almost feel Sirius' and his parent's glares from the heavens above. Was he destined to murder everyone around him systematically? Or was it going to happen randomly, unpredictable like the messy hair that lay atop his head? The arms of despair and sorrow threatened to sweep him up in their tight embrace as he checked the sobs that desired to be let out.

He looked up to check his surroundings. From the looks of things, it looked like he was back in his bedroom. Well, at least the mystery of the pretty, no fantastically pretty girl that was his pet snake was accurate with her destinations. As he reflected, his mind kept coming back to her raven locks or her emerald eyes; she was a goddess. The unmade, crumpled up bed sheets screamed familiarity, as did the open blinds and the disheveled contents of his desk. Looking, standing over him firmly, was the most handsome man he had ever seen in his life. Not that he played for the other team or anything, no, not at all, but Harry wasn't blind.

The interloper's cerulean wizarding robes hugged his muscular physique quite fittingly, Harry enviously noted, but his well-toned figure was only a small piece of the pie. His shoulder-length midnight-black hair was messy, but in a way as if this was purposefully done. The jealous young man also couldn't help but notice the handsome highlights of his face even when he seemed to be highly irritated.

Besides his looks, Harry could tell his power was quite great also, if the almost palpable waves of strength rolling off of him were any indication. Actually, he couldn't remember even sensing this kind of power except when in the presence of his Headmaster or his nemesis, Lord Voldemort. The emeralds that served as his eyes glinted-

"...listening, or do you prefer to just ogle me senseless? Merlin, man, I know I am gorgeous, but show some restraint!" The trespasser scolded impatiently, an arrogant smirk playing on his handsome features, his cold emerald eyes boring into Harry's own embarrassed pair. Despite his humiliation, Harry finally noticed the 3 other individuals(his heroin included, who had positioned herself on Harry's bed) seated casually inside his room, looks of resignation from the main interloper's cockiness.

But something about them was peculiar...Then it clicked.

They were all mirror images of one Harry Potter.