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Spontaneous Remembering

Chapter Four.

"If it's not meant to be, it won't happen."

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Fred arrived first, and Bill came out of the fireplace almost before Fred was out from in front of it. The Drawing Room door slipped open and the little redhead named Lily peeked through. She had her hair up in braided pig tails, and she was a bit sweaty, wearing a leotard.

"Hi!" she chirped brightly. "I just had my dance lesson," she said proudly, tugging on one of her braids.

The door popped open again and a tall, thin man came through. She glanced up at him, bored, and then murmured, "Adieu, monsieur."

"Adieu, Miss Potter," the man said, tipping his hat to the men before Flooing out.

"That was monsieur," she said brightly. "He teaches us French. Today was Advanced day, though, so just Teddy and Pippa and Lanny had a lesson. C'mon," she said, turning so quickly that her braids flew behind her. "I'm s'posed to bring you down!"

They followed the girl as she literally danced down to the sitting room, where the oldest three were packing away their French notes.

"I can't believe that the Tutors scheduled a dance lesson on the same day as Advanced French!" the only girl out of the trio was grumbling. "I missed ballet!"

"Well, I, personally, am glad I missed ballet," the younger of the two boys grinned. "Thank Merlin for monsieur."

"It was fun!" Lily yelled, shooting onto the couch happily. "I wish we could dance alllllllll day!"

"I'd trade French for ballet," Teddy mumbled, his hair a mousy brown color. "I swear, we're fluent, why do we still need lessons?"

They were still grumbling as the rest of the siblings came up from downstairs, where ballet apparently had been. Teddy stood.

"I'll go grab Dad," he told Bill. "Da was called in to work."

A few seconds later, Harry appeared from the kitchen. "Oh!" he smiled. "Bill! And..." he turned to Fred, who quickly introduced himself.

"Right. Fred. You're the one with the twin, right?" Harry asked, cocking his head. "Charlie has been trying to help me remember, but it's not working. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't, you know."

Fred nodded, a bit bemused. "Yeah. His name's George. How do you try to remember?" he asks.

Harry shrugged. "Charlie takes me somewhere where I and someone else has been before, and then he describes it. That's part of the reason we're in Grimmauld Place, so that I can remember more about Sirius."

Fred looked a little uncomfortable. "What's it like? Not remembering things?"

Harry bit his lip. "It's weird. Like...it's not like when you don't know things. It's like...you know you should know something, but it's just...gone. And sometimes you can pick up bits and pieces of it, but it's not all there. It's like when you have something on the tip of your tongue, but you can't say it, though you know you'll remember at some point. Except... we don't know if I'll ever remember everything."

The Floo alarm went off again and this time it was George. Following him was Ginny, and they were both amazed at how much the house had changed since when they lived there. Little Lily had George's hand, and was jabbering away at him intermittently in three different languages, not seeming to mind that he only knew English.

"Your home is beautiful," Ginny said, when they were standing in front of Harry. He blushed pleasantly.

"Thank you, um..."

"Ginny," Bill said, and Harry's eyes lit up.

"Ginny! Yeah, I remember Ginny," he said, and smiled. "I remember when you were just little, Alice's age, and you ran after the train during my First Year because you didn't want to be alone."

Ginny blushed in embarrassment. "You saw that?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "And that must be George, but... I don't remember much about you. Except that you and Fred are twins."

George nodded. "That we are, Harry. And I hear you have some twins of your own."

Harry grinned. "Three sets. And a set of triplets."

George whistled. "Wowee. Where are they?"

Harry nodded his head toward the upstairs. "The triplets – that's Nicky, Zack, and Xander – are napping, Jay and Danny are probably showering from their lesson, Pippa and Lanny are probably downstairs with Albus and Alice, trying to catch up on the dance lesson they missed."

The Floo chimed again, and Ron was led down the stairs by Teddy, who was just coming out of his room.

"Hey, mate," Ron said, nodding to Harry. "I didn't tell Hermione you were back, because she'd have wanted to come, and I didn't want to overwhelm you."

Harry squirmed a little, and Teddy murmured kindly, "That's Ron. He told me on the way down."

"Right," Harry nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Thanks. When everyone's here, I'll introduce the kids – Teddy, when did Charlie say he'd be back?"

Teddy glanced up from where he'd sat to work on something in a different language. "Uhm... before six," he decided. "Since it's just a bear cub."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. Well-"

Percy was the last person to show up, right then, looking around haughtily. He reverted back into his old ways when he was nervous. Pippa was beside him, looking disgusted.

"Stick your nose any further into the air and your neck will break," she muttered, striding away from him.

"Piper!" Harry scolded. "What in the world is wrong with you lately?"

"Sorry, dad. Monsieur always makes me angry, but especially so when I have to miss dance to deal with the little stuck-up prat," the girl said, shrugging. Teddy snickered, agreeing.

"Oui, Miss Potter, I do ahcree!" he murmured, putting on a thick accent. "Now why cahn't your bruzzer be as talented az zhou ahre?" he mimicked. "Nevair mind, whee cahn go aun wizzout him. Eet eez not my fault eef he fails my quiz!"

Harry hid a smile, and his scolding was a bit less hard: "Well, you'd be a prat, too, if you had to teach eleven children to speak French."

This sent the two into infinite giggles, and Harry swatted Teddy gently on the back of the head. "Oh, go round up your siblings, you brats," he smiled.

Soon, all eleven were there.

Fred looked at them, slightly in awe. His mother had dealt with seven of them, but Harry and Charlie were raising eleven.

Teddy was the oldest, at sixteen, they found. He stood at a good six-foot, towering over Harry by seven inches. His hair looked like he cut it himself, shaggy and falling into his eyes. His natural color was not quite brunette, but not quite blond, and his eyes were pale blue. But he usually changed his hair and eye colors quite a bit – his favorite hair color was turquoise with purple streaks, and his eyes usually stayed a purple color that matched the streaks in his hair.

Piper and Landon were both fourteen. Piper had long, straight black hair that turned a dark red in the sun, with Harry's green eyes and caramel-colored skin. She stood at 4'11, but had high hopes to make it to at least 5'5. Landon had hair that fell in his eyes, the same black-but-red-in-the-sun as Piper's, with caramel skin and freckles. His eyes were blue-green, and he was already 5'3.

James and Daniel were twelve, and identical down to the only freckle they had – under their right eyes. They had hair that was even blacker than Harry's, and eyes the same shade of green as Harry's. They both stood at 5'2, their skin porcelain pale (which, apparently, was what color Charlie's was before he started working with the dragons. Now he was permanently tanned). Though identical, they had opposite personalities – Jay was tough and acted stupid most of the time, while Danny was calm and smart. Both were Gryffindors, however, and both were actually rather bright.

Albus and Alice were the last set of twins, and were eight. Albus had straight, messy black hair and bright green eyes, and generally looked like a mini Harry. Alice had long, curly black hair and green eyes, and she too looked like a little Harry. Both stood at only 3'11.

Lily was four, and the only child who looked much like Charlie. She had long, straight red hair that was constantly pulled into pigtails, pale freckled skin, and green eyes. She was small and skinny, but nearly as big as Albus and Alice.

The triplets were very identical. The only differences about them were barely noticeable. Nicholas had a-bit-too-long black hair, Charlie's blue eyes, and caramel skin. All three boys looked just like this. However, Alexander's hair had streaks of deep red in it, and Zackary's eyes were more blue-green than blue. The three boys were three.

Charlie arrived home just as the introductions were coming to an end, looking tired.

"Hey, guys," he smiled. "Glad to see you. Sorry I'm late, I was called in to work to rescue a little bear wandering around a big city – he's okay, though, and reunited with his mum. How about dinner?"

Bill laughed.

"Not quite done yet, sorry," Harry smiled, and high-tailed it into the kitchen.

Fred was head over heels about the whole thing. These kids were so amazing – and damn, Jay and Danny were friends with his kids!

"Eon and Addy and Freddie and Roxy and Austin and Danny and I," Jay said, gulping in some air. "We're like, the next Marauders!" he said proudly.

"Fluent in French, can barely speak English," Pippa muttered to herself, before going back to talking with Ginny.

Harry hummed away in the kitchen, trying not to be tense. He knew that Ginny was the reason he'd been kicked out of the Weasley house, and so he was not too keen on her sitting in his living room. Had he not been kicked out, he'd never have lost his memory.

He also wasn't too happy now that the whole world knew he was back. Okay, not the whole world, but all of the Weasley siblings and their families. It was just an inch away from the whole world, in his opinion. If Molly Weasley heard of his marrying Charlie before Charlie talked to her, who knew what would happen?

He tried to change the subject of his thoughts to put himself at ease. Molly wouldn't hurt them. So he went to thinking about the new Sweet Cloud, but that just made him miss the old Sweet Cloud, which made him think about how much he couldn't wait to be back in France, and then he went to thinking about why they weren't in France and he was back on the subject of Molly again.

Harry was so frantic to stop thinking about her that his subconscious pulled him in.

March 14, 1995. The calendar read this date, though it was actually the sixteenth, but nobody wanted to change it, as if changing it would make the whole thing real. The house was solemn and quiet. Though there wasn't a body to bury, everyone would find their own way to mourn.

Harry's was pressing himself deep under the duvet in the bed that had, yesterday, belonged to his godfather.

Yesterday, his godfather had been alive.

Yesterday. But it seemed like a whole world away, as if centuries had passed since then. And still, he hurt in the area that his heart was, his chest sore and achy. He wondered if that meant he was mourning, or if it meant that his chest was getting too tired of rising and falling and would just stop one day, like a toy running out of batteries.

He wished they'd all just leave him alone, and now they did. They let him wallow in misery, by himself, in his deceased godfather's bedroom, but now he just wanted someone to hold him and whisper that it was alright. Sirius would have, had it been someone else who died and not himself.

The door creaked open and then shut again, and someone sat down on the bed next to him. A warm, heavy hand fell between his shoulder-blades and began rubbing circles between them. Harry's breath shuddered as he attempted to bring in more air, and his face was wet from tears, but he didn't care. He was allowed to cry over the loss of his godfather.

"I know it hurts."

Harry didn't say anything to the man next to him, but allowed him to keep rubbing those warm little circles into his back. Of course he knew how much it hurt.

"He was one of my best friends, and now two of them are dead and the other is a traitor. I can't believe how much has change, Harry. Seventeen years ago... we were all just school kids, running around and laughing and being best friends. We were the Marauders. And now... I guess...yesterday was the last Mischief Managed. The Marauders are gone...and I guess I'm only just realizing that."

Harry began sobbing harder than he had been before. His dad, his godfather, their best friends... but no. If one of those two remaining 'best friends' hadn't been a traitor, both his father and his godfather would be alive right now.

"It's not fair!" he snarled, and the hand faltered before continuing, the circles rubbing harder now. "Why does one person get to decide who dies and who doesn't? It's- it's- it's all his fault!"

But now he wasn't sure if he was talking about Wormtail or Voldemort. He wasn't sure of anything.

"I don't know."

Harry's eyes snapped open and he was on the couch, gasping for air. His face was wet, and he realized he'd been crying. "Where- where am I? Where's Remus?" he demanded, looking around blindly.

"Harry? Harry, look at me. Harry, it was just a memory. Harry!"

Harry's eyes focused, and he was looking at Charlie. He began to sob and cling to the man, crying, "I don't want to remember anymore! I don't want to! I don't- I don' wanna, Charlie!"

But Charlie just rocked him back and forth, cooing and calming him down, just like he did every time this happened. Nothing triggered them, but sometimes his subconscious decided that his life was too monotonous and threw a memory at him.

"What did you remember, love?" Charlie murmured gently. Harry was aware of his children and the Weasley siblings, standing pressed against the wall in front of them. Teddy was shaky, because he knew that Harry remembered something about his father.

"I-I- it was the day after Sirius died," Harry murmured. The room was so quiet that everyone could hear it. "And I wanted everyone to just leave me alone, so they did, and I was in Sirius' room, laying on his bed and crying. Remus came in and-and started talking to me, but I think he was just talking to himself, about how the Marauders were gone now and he was only just realizing it, and that when Sirius died, the last Mischief Managed had been had. And-and-and I just hate remembering!" he shouted, burying himself further into Charlie's shoulder.

"I know, love," Charlie murmured. "You've had a lot of bad things happen to you, but you can't get over them till you remember them. You're strong. You can do it, okay?" he petted Harry's hair. "Teddy, will you get Harry some water?"

Teddy nodded and slid into the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water. Harry was his dad. Charlie was his da. But, and sometimes he forgot it, Remus would always be his father. Harry and Charlie always tried to remind him of that, but he still forgot because Remus wasn't here and Harry and Charlie were. They always told him stories about his real parents, whenever Harry remembered something about them or whenever he asked Charlie. Charlie had went to school with his mum – a year ahead of her. Sometimes, he got so comfortable with his life as a Potter, he forgot he was a Lupin.

Once Harry was calmed down, Charlie finished dinner and took the dessert out of the oven. They all ate – it was really good, too. But Harry barely touched his dinner, and was so unfocused that he didn't bother trying to keep up with the conversation.

One by one, the Weasleys left, each promising to write and visit – but not all together. The rest of the night was very quiet, because Da drew a hot bubble bath for Dad and let him soak and relax, and so the kids were left to their own devices.

However, Pippa couldn't help but remember the last time Dad had had a spontaneous remembering – that's what they called them, 'spontaneous remembering', one he didn't have to work for. It was right before he found out he was pregnant.