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Recap:

"Who in this room, do you hate the most?" He said in a soft yet confident tone. The women stood straighter. When they spoke, their voices were strained and hoarse.

"Antonin Dolohov," Ginny spoke. Heads whipped to find the Slytherin's eyes widen.

"Bellatrix Black," Luna choked out, but the crazy female Slytherin only raised an eyebrow at the conviction. Silence lasted on. Hermione's eyes were downcast and her hands shook in anger and hatred as she spoke.

"Wormtail," she whispered, her whole body shaking. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut and Luna inhaled a deep harsh breath. The hall shared looks of confusion save 4. The marauders where whipping their heads back and forth form Peter to the women. Questions after questions were exploding from their minds; how did they know Peter's nickname? Do they know the rest of the names and animagus forms? Why would they use his animagus name and not his actual one? What did peter do to cause so much hatred from such powerful women?

Dumbledore stood, his eyes still slightly wide at the confession. "I think that will be all for tonight. Slytherin will start tomorrow, off to bed," He said, dismissing everyone. The women were the first to stride forward and through the large doors. The hall's confusion increased when four Gryffindor males sped after them, tension mounted and a confrontation not far behind them.


"Shit," Hermione muttered as she heard the sound of four pairs of feet pounding the stones after them. She knew she shouldn't have said his name. She should have said Malfoy or something like that but noooooooooo she just had to go and spill her guts to the entire great hall. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Luna and Ginny, both of whom had tears streaming down their faces. You know, Hermione thought, we should have just refused the question all together instead of bring up these memories. The eldest witch was about to say something when another voice jumped hers.

"Ok! What the Hell?" The girls stopped and turned around to see four disheveled looking 7th year boys running towards them. The women shared a look of surrender and gave a collective sigh. Hermione looked to find it was none other than Sirius Black who had spoke.

"Can we help you gentlemen?" The brown haired witch asked when the boys had finally come to a stop in front of them.

"Well for starters, you can answer our bloody questions like how you know about Wormtail-"

"And tell me who the hell this Harry Potter bloke is?" James interjected.

"And from whom exactly did you get the idea for coded nicknames corresponding to your animagus forms?" Remus ended. Peter just stood there, still pale and panting from their run earlier.

The three women stood still, staring at them, their eyes devoid of emotion. Seconds of silence passed until Hermione turned around and started up the stairs once again.

"Follow us," she said. The marauders looked at each other and then hurriedly followed the Guardians.

They finally stopped before the Room of Requirements. Hermione strode back and forth till a door solidified in front of them. When they opened it, they found an almost exact replica of the Gryffindor common room, with the exception of it being slightly smaller and more intimate. There were two couches facing each other and a large chair right by the fire place. Hermione strode forward and took the single chair while the other women sat on the couch. The men went forward, James and Remus taking a seat of the sofa opposite of Ginny and Luna while Sirius leaned forward on the back of it. Peter stood awkwardly near the door, shuffling his feet and sweating profusely.

Silence drifted over them till Luna spoke, "So, you guys had questions?" This seemed to break them out of their reverie and they all began babbling at once.

"Shut it!" Ginny exclaimed, "One at a time! And we might not answer all your questions just by the way." James leaned forward.

"Who the hell if Harry Potter and am I somehow related to him?" He said staring at Ginny since she was the one who spoke the most about this mysterious person. The women on the couch turned to Hermione who gave a slight nod.

"Yes, you are related to Harry. In fact, you're his father," Ginny said, leaving James flabbergasted. Another bout of silence came till Ginny spoke to her fiance's dad. "Would you like to see a picture of him?" she asked and the young wizard could only nod mutely. Ginny opened her jacket and took a picture from a hidden packet inside. The picture was obviously old and held the creases of use. Ginny took a look at the picture and smiled slightly before handing it to James, her grin still in place.

The brown haired wizard took the photo and gasped as he saw it contents. His friends quickly went to his sides to see it as well and their shock joined his. Five people stood in the picture. On the right, Ronald Bilius Weasley had his arm around Luna Lovegood's shoulders and the picture showed her pecking him on the cheek, causing his face to flame the famous Weasley Red. On the left, Harry's arms were wrapped around Ginny and she was leaning her head and hand upon his chest. Hermione stood in the middle, arms around the two couples. Every single one of them was smiling and seemed happy.

Sirius couldn't stop staring at Hermione. He figured this couldn't be recent considering her face was no longer littered with scars. Her haired was shining and had a bounce in it. But her eyes were the strangest. Though he could still see the pain in them, it was not as strong or as significant. She seemed more relaxed around her current company; more peaceful.

Remus looked at the now deceased looking Ron Weasley. Well, that's not exactly true. He was actually looking at the way Luna was staring at him, with complete love and adoration in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel jealous for the bloke. Ronald Weasley had one of the most beautiful women in his arms and he had the nerve to go and die and leave her alone. Now, Remus's common sense knew how idiotic and horrible it was to feel jealous for a guy who bit the big one, but all he could think of was why didn't the red haired fellow fight for her? Why didn't he fight for their lives together? He knew he didn't know the entire story and was being rash and selfish but he couldn't help it. The blond haired witch had him under a spell.

James was frozen. His eyes scanned the photo over and over again but it stayed the same. He swallowed and tried to speak but he couldn't. He wasn't still because of the boy who looked like and exact replica of himself. He wasn't speechless because the woman in front of him would be his daughter in-law in however many years. No, it wasn't for any of that. It was the boy's eyes. Those beautiful green eyes he has stared at for hours on end, even if they never looked back. The Eyes that flashed with fire whenever he spoke to her (even a simple 'hi' would set her off). He had never seen any other person, male or female, with her eyes. But there, looking at him, were and exact copy. It had the exact same gentleness with and underlying strength and Gryffindor bravery. His mind was racing. How could he have Lily's eyes? Is he somehow related to her? But no, it's obvious that this boy is Harry Potter, his supposed son. So how on earth can he. . .

James lifted his head up, eyes wide, mouth agape and looked at the woman in front of him.

"His mother?" James choked out. He didn't even know if they had understood him, but based on their smiles, even Hermione's, he realized that his assumption was true. Lily was Harry's mom. He was Harry's dad. He knew he would never have a one-night stand with her so. . .

"Yes!" James whoops and stands doing a little dance. They get married! They have a kid! James couldn't believe it! The woman he love and had been in love with for years is going to marry him and give him children!

His friend just stared in disbelief as their friend went on a psychotic rant. Remus grabbed the photo to see what all the fuss was about and after a minute of staring, he came to the same conclusion that James had. Standing, Remus slapped James on the back.

"Congrats man," he said. James finally calmed down, eyes still wide and flopped down upon the couch.

"Wow," he breathed.

"What the hell?" Sirius exclaimed. Remus silently handed him the picture. After looking at it for a minute, Sirius looked up.

"So he looks like his old man-"

"His eyes," Remus said exasperated. Sirius's head went down once again. After about 2 minutes Sirius was still silent.

"I still don't understand!" He yelled.

"Lily," James said, "He has Lily Evan's eyes." He looks up at Ginny, "I marry Lily Evans?" Though it sounded like a statement, Ginny could tell that he wanted confirmation, so she smiled once again and nodded. Instead of standing and jumping for joy like he did before, James just sat there, a smile on his face, looking more content then his friends have ever seen.

"Ah," Sirius said, "Now I get it." Sirius sat on the arm of the couch as Remus shook his head sadly. Silence drifted over them.

"Did you have any more questions?" Luna spoke quietly. James was still smiling, lost in his own little world; Sirius was staring at the picture; Remus opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.

"How do you know my name?" Peter stuttered out. Hermione lifted her head, tearing her eyes away from the fire that was lit. She looked Peter in the eye, staring him down, making him sweat and fidget profusely.

"Because we know what you will do. We know who you will keep company with. In fact, if my calculations are correct, you have already started conspiring with them haven't you Pettigrew?" Hermione spoke in a cold, tense tone that froze the air within the room. If looks could kill, Peter would be at the bottom of the Black Lake by now.

"What are you talking about?" James asked, breaking out of his reverie, "peter hangs out with us. Doesn't he guys?" He said, looking to his right and left, expecting reassuring nods from his companions. Instead, they were silent and seemed deep in thought, which shocked James (especially Sirius).

Sirius Black was no fool. He may joke around and allow his ego and pride to make stupid decisions for him sometimes, but he had definitely noticed the strangest that had surrounded Peter these last couple months after their 6th year. They never even saw him in the past summer and he was always getting away from them at the oddest moment. Even here at school, it seemed he always has a meeting to go to or he needs to meet a teacher whenever they see him.

Obviously, Remus was no fool either, and he had been noticing the exact same this Sirius had, except he had started to realize that Peter didn't disappear until there were Syltherins who had just walked by. No matter how much he hated to think it, Remus knew that he couldn't trust his long time friend.

"Sirius? Remus?" James whipped his head back and forth between the two, only to find Sirius sighing in exasperation and Remus closing his eyes, almost as if whatever he was thinking was too painful for him to understand. All three of their head turned up as they heard the distinct sound of a body slamming against a wall and slumping down to the ground. The three wizards looked over the couch to find Peter sitting up off the floor, and quickly moved their sights just in time to see Luna slip her wand back into her pocket. The witch just shrugged and said, "He was trying to leave." This brought the men's attention back to the small cowering figure in the corner.

"Peter?" James asked, still not believing that the little Gryffindor would do anything to harm his friends.

"I'm sorry! They forced me to do it! I didn't want to! They were going to kill me if I didn't join them! It's a war; I was trying to save my life!" Peter started shaking and crying, sniffling up sobs. The three men stared wide eyed at the rat.

"Peter, what have you done?" Sirius asked, "Or," he looked towards the women, "what is he going to do?" Silence settled till Hermione stood up and slowly made her way over to stare Peter down, causing even more tears.

"He's joined the Death Eaters. He's been feeding them information he learns from you all." She took another step forward, her glare stern and filled with hatred. "And in 5 years, this disgusting traitor will give Voldemort the information he needs to go and . . . and murder Lily and James Potter and attempt to kill their son. And then he goes and blames it on his best friend, and lets him spend 12 long years in Azkaban prison." Tears were streaming down her face as she recalled the story.

"Best friend?" Remus choked out, still in shock of the news. Hermione nodded. "Me?" She shook her head. The They all realized what this meant. In five years, Peter Pettigrew would be the cause of death of at least one person in that room, and ruin another's entire life.


Once again, The Houses of Hogwarts sat at Dinner, the students excited for the upcoming questions, while also nervous considering it will be the Slytherin's night to ask. Hermione watched as the Snakes spoke to each other, planning out their questions should they be picked. Her gaze drifted along the witches and wizards till it stopped at a particular group of 3. Remus Lupin, James Potter and Sirius Black all had their heads down and you could almost see the melancholy dripping off them. Hermione felt bad for the trio, but was glad that they found out the truth before Pettigrew could do any real damage. When they did find out said truth, it took all three girls to stop them from killing Peter on the spot, but in the end Peter was sent to Dumbledore who was informed of the situation and has yet to decide what to do.

Speaking of the devil, the Headmaster stood up as everyone finished off dessert.

"Well, you all know the drill. Tonight will be Slytherin's turn to question the Guardians. The first student: Charles Parkinson." The slightly too-tall for his age 6th years shifted a bit under the Great Hall's many gazes but finally seemed to remember his question after a while.

"How many times have you all used an unforgivable, if you have in fact casted one?" The rest of his house nodded in approval. Not the best question but fairly interesting all the same. Silence settled for a minute till Luna spoke first, followed by Ginny and then Hermione.

"10."

"16."

"25." Gasps were heard throughout the hall as each girl's number rang out loud and clear. Even the Snakes were shocked (though they didn't show it) at how high each of those numbers were. The students were about to start talking but Dumbledore beat them to it.

"Next question will be asked by Hessa Miller." The beautiful, yet deceivingly cruel, 5th year stood and spoke without hesitation.

"What type of spells do you use to torture people?" She ended with a slightly maniacal giggle. Luna shook her head while Ginny rolled her eyes.

"None," Ginny answered, "Luna and I are qualified enough to question enemies or traitors." Hessa turned to Hermione who remained silent. "What about you?"

"Pass." Hermione spoke quietly, her head down casted away from everyone, who was causing a slight up roar at her refusal.

"Oh come on," Hessa whined over everyone's voice, "just one spell." Hermione looked straight up, dead center in Hessa's eyes.

"I'll say this," the brown haired witch spoke, "my spell combinations make the cruciatus curse look like slap in the face." This shut the entire hall up at once. Professor Dumbledore called out the next person quickly.

Odetta Nott was the spitting image of Millicent Bulstrode, Hermione noted, as the 2nd year stood. After a couple seconds of fumbling, the young girl finally found her footing and spoke.

"How many people have each of you, um, killed?" She said, sitting down quickly after that. A bold question from someone so young, each of the girls noted. Once again, Luna spoke first before Ginny then Hermione, and once again, the hall was flabbergasted by the numbers.

"13."

"19."

"32." Many people noticed that in both this question and the first, that Hermione's number was fairly larger than the other two. But what only few people (Lily and Remus being some) realized was that the two numbers didn't match up. Each girl had more deaths then Unforgivables which can only mean that some of their victims didn't die the most common way a wizard does in a battle. The two Gryffindors explained this theory to their friends and soon most of the House started to ponder these facts as the next name was announced.

"Severus Snape." This broke most of the Gryffindors, including the Marauders, out of their train of thought, instead focusing a glare on the greasy-haired Slytherin whose face remained passive as he thought of a question. Finally, Snape said:

"Why do you hate Bellatrix Black, Antonin Dolohov and Wormtail?" He spoke quietly, but every word had their own meaning and purpose.

Luna inhaled a shaky breath and let it out, her entire body trembling. "Pass."

Hermione simply said, "He destroyed me." All the while, three 7th year men turned to stare at a cowering wizard on the end of their table. They all soon returned their attention to the last girl standing. The red-headed witch slowly stripped off her tank top, revealing her just in a sports bra. In any other situation, each man in that hall would be trying to readjust their pants (which some of them still are), but for most of the crowd, their eyes couldn't not waver from the deep X carved into her torso, each line starting at the collarbones and reaching to the opposite hip.

Ginny's face remained impassive, but her eyes shimmered with pain as past memories began to resurface.

"He did this," she said quietly as a single tear made its way down her cheek, "and so much more." The last part came out as barely a whisper, but the silence in the hall was so definite that each and every person heard her, and knew what that meant. Antonin Dolohov, who was currently staring wide-eyed and mouth open at the girl from the Slytherin table, had raped this young witch at some point in the future.

"Next question," Hermione demanded as Ginny shrugged her shirt back on. Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood.

"Right, well, the last question of the night will be from Lucius Malfoy." The famous Malfoy smirk immediately downed the blond-haired wizard as he spoke the final question.

"Who branded you?" He spoke with a disgusting air of authority. Ginny and Luna both growled at his word choice and stepped forward, but stopped as Hermione lifted her hand. Even though he chose his words out of vulgarity, the message was clear: Who had given her the MUDBLOOD scar on her arm. But instead of getting angry or cursing him, Hermione Granger simple gave hima cold, cruel and calculating smile and said: "You."


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