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'From "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire"'

One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve . . . but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back onto Voldemort's wand . . . and slowly . . . very slowly . . . it moved along the golden thread . . . it trembled for a moment. . . and then it connected. . . . At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain . . . And with that Harry felt something inside him breaking from him. Something separating from him. He shook that feeling from his head as he saw Voldemort's eyes widen.

Dumbledore made sure that the door was closed, and that Madam Pomfrey's footsteps had died away, before he spoke again.

"And now," he said, "it is time for two of our number to recognize each other for what they are. Sirius . . . if you could resume your usual form."

The great black dog looked up at Dumbledore, then, in an instant, turned back into a man.

Mrs. Weasley screamed and leapt back from the bed.

"Sirius Black!" she shrieked, pointing at him.

"Mum, shut up!" Ron yelled. "It's okay!"

Snape had not yelled or jumped backward, but the look on his face was one of mingled fury and horror.

"Him!" he snarled, staring at Sirius, whose face showed equal dislike. "What is he doing here?"

"He is here at my..."

The door of the infirmary opened again and Sirius panicked, turning instantly back into Padfoot and looked at the infirmary door to know exactly who came in.

"Awwww... It's good to see you too Padfoot." Sirius froze hearing that voice and seeing that face. Something was definitely wrong.

Severus Snape was not having a good day. First the Dark Lord was back. Then Dumbledore was trying to make amends between him and Black and now dead people were coming back from the grave. No, Severus Snape was definitely not having a good day

Dumbledore had seen many things in his life. He had entertained many theories in his head. But none justified the presence of the intruder.

"Miss Potter."

"Is there anything that fazes you Dumbledore?"

"Old age does that to you I guess. But your presence here intrigues me." Dumbledore said smiling.

Elara rolled her eyes. Here she was, seemingly back from dead, shutting both Snape and Sirius up, and Dumbledore still had that twinkle in his eyes. She walked towards the bed that Harry was occupying and sat down on a chair beside it putting her legs on his bed and crossing them.

"I thought you want to confirm my identity first Dumbledore." Elara said raising an eyebrow.

"Alas! I must admit there are very few things that could be used for such a purpose by me. Our interactions have never been that personal I am afraid."

"That indeed is a pity." Elara replied in a tone that she hoped was similar to Dumbledore's. "However you do have one person who will give you plenty of information. Right Sirius?"

Sirius immediately transformed back and stared at her. His gaze slowly shifted towards Harry who seemed to be as dumbstruck as him. He looked back at Elara (at least he hoped so) and gulped. His mind could come up with only one thing and he knew there were only he and Remus who would know the truth.

"How did Harry get that scar?"

Dumbledore looked sharply at Sirius. He had assumed that the scar was the sign that Harry was indeed a horcrux, but it seemed like there was something he really did not know. He looked back at Elara who sighed and started speaking."

"I came upon a ritual that was used to protect tribemates during wars or disputes. This ritual ensured that if James and Lily died willingly to protect Harry then Voldemort would be unable to kill him. The scar is were the killing curse hit Harry but harmed him in no other way."

Sirius sat down on a nearby bed shocked. It was her, really her. "How?" he managed to say.

Elara looked at everyone present and saw Hermione inching towards a nearby windowsill. A grin split on her face as she realized what Hermione was doing. Perhaps Hermione would be the best person for dealing with Skeeter. She shifted her attention back towards her audience.

"I have no objections in telling how. But in a more private setting Dumbledore. I hope you do realize that this information is very sensitive."

"That would be for the best I think. I am assuming that you would like for Sirius and Harry to be there too?"

"Umm.. yeah." She said rubbing the back of her neck. "And Remus too."

"Indeed. I will contact him after Harry is discharged. Severus, you know what to do. Sirius, I was going to ask you for assembling the old crowd but it seems that duty will have to performed by someone else."

"You think?!" Sirius said incredulously, eyes still fixed on Elara.

Severus strode out of the infirmary while Elara shifted her attention towards Harry.

"No reaction Harry?"

"I don't think even Merlin himself will get a reaction from me today." Harry said dryly. Elara chuckled. "Yeah. It has been a long day. You should sleep now. Perhaps your nervous system will function properly then." Harry nodded, stifling a yawn and drank the rest of his potion and fell back on his pillows.

SNAP!

"Sorry." Hermione whispered holding something tightly in her hand.

"Remus is going to have a fit. Second year in a row that someone he thought dead turns out to be alive." Sirius remarked.

"Good thing it's full moon today. I will have time to prepare. Let's take a stroll Padfoot. It's been a long time since I silenced Aunt Minerva." She said getting up. Sirius stared at her then shook his head. He had many questions to ask. But Elly was alive. Things were looking for the first time since Halloween of 1981 and he will be damned if remained in his self-induced despair. Plus pranking Minerva was always fun.

Minerva entered back into the castle after her talk with Madame Olympe. Having heard the testimony of Crouch, she had been horrified. She didn't want another war. Her wounds from last time were still quite fresh and she was already acquiring new ones, witnessing someone being kissed by a dementor was not a pleasant sight. She walked towards the kitchen and tickled the pear.

"Hide you idiot!"

"Why am I the one hiding?"

"You are a mass-murderer!"

"You are dead!"

"I have the element of surprise!"

Minerva turned her head towards the noise, ready to tell off students when her jaw dropped.

"Oh it's Minerva."

"She won't assign a detention, will she?"

Elara looked at Sirius incredulously.

"How.. What... You... Eulogy... Azkaban... Kitchen"

"We broke her didn't we?" Elara whispered to Sirius.

"Dead... Harry... Kitchen... 14... Cottage"

"Yeah we did." Sirius nodded solemnly.

Harry woke up the next day and noted that the hospital wing was totally deserted except for real Moody ,who was lying on his bed, and Madam Pomfrey who immediately made her way towards him.

"How are you feeling now Mr. Potter?"

"Fine."

"Well I wanted to keep you in here for few more hours." She said pursing her lips. "But apparently Headmaster has something important to talk to you about so I was told to tell you that you should meet him as soon as you woke up felt fine."

"Umm... Thanks?" Harry said uncertainly. He got off from his assigned bed and looked at his state of clothing.

"Do you have any spare robes Madam Pomfrey?"

"There is one beside your bed and also some vials of calming draught that you are to take with you to headmaster's office, something about unexpected circumstances." Harry nodded and hurriedly went behind screens to change. He then grabbed the vials and exited the infirmary.

Upon reaching the gargoyle he found Remus standing in front of it reciting names of different sweets and candies.

"Hello Remus."

Remus turned around. "Harry! Are you alright? Albus said something happened yesterday and I was to visit him as soon as possible."

"Yeah, it was an eventful day. Cockroach Cluster!"

The gargoyle jumped aside and both Remus and Harry stepped on the stairs.

"Are those calming draughts?" Remus asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yup"

"Do we really need them?"

"You have no idea." Harry muttered under his breath. He knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Both of them stepped inside the office.

"Ah. Sit down both of you and place those vials on the desk if you please my boy. We are two members short but I do need to tell Remus about what happened in the graveyard and about Alastor. I expect that both of them will arriving shortly."

Thus Dumbledore started talking to Remus and Harry allowed himself to be lost in his thoughts. He remembered the sudden appearance if Elara Potter. He didn't dare hope it was true. And even if it was true, to not get his hopes up. He had learned the hard way last year. Yet he could clearly remember last night. She looked quite young. Exactly like she had been in the photographs that Harry had of her. She was beautiful and eyes shining with amusement at everything. How exactly she was alive was something he was dying to know. Was she alive all this time and came out now just because Voldemort was back? Or she was really dead for last fourteen years?

"So we will have to work under the ministry radar?" Remus asked.

"Yes. But I am afraid the surprises are not over." Dumbledore replied, interlocking his fingers in front of him.

"What possibly..." Remus started and stopped listening to the voices outside the office.

"We are not even students!" came an indignant voice.

"When exactly has that stopped her?" someone snorted.

"Nice to know that you still know me." came a dry reply.

The office door opened and three people stepped inside.

"Hello everyone!" Elara greeted cheerfully.

Remus' jaw hit the floor, eyes widening in shock, surprise and fear.