Harry and Severus leapt across the room with the swift reflexes of DADA Masters. Gently they lowered the bloody elf to the floor, while Kreacher stood tears of fear running down his face. Harry conjured a cloth and wiped it tenderly across the injured elf's face.

Dobby.

It was Dobby. A rage grew in Harry's chest.

"What happened, Kreacher?" He ground out, unaware of his magic causing a breeze to blow through his hair.

"Kreacher got the book, Master. Kreacher was about to leave when he heard a cry. Kreacher saw this elfy being beaten. Kreacher waited until the wizards looked away and snatched the elfy, Kreacher is bringing the elfy to Master Henrick. Can Master be helping the elfy?"

"Who did this, Kreacher? Can you show me their faces?"

"Kreacher can be telling Master Henrick. Kreacher was hearing Miss Cissa's husband telling the wizard called Alecto, that he didn't want his elf damaged. The wizard Alecto laughed and kept going, Master. He used Crucio, sectumsempra, dolorius(pain) and cicatrix (bruise), Master." The old elf pulled a small book from the pouch at his waist, Harry took it and dropped it on the side table.

"Alecto Carrow, Harry, it has to be, he's the only Alecto that would have access to Malfoy Manor."

"What was Malfoy doing during this, Kreacher?"

"Mister Lucius was standing, Master, he watched and winced, but did nothing to stop wizard Alecto."

"Thank you, Kreacher. Go to the kitchen and ask Telli for some old cloths, soft ones, please. Máthair? We're going to take over your bathroom. Sev, bring him."

In the bathroom, Harry ran the tub with warm water, just slightly warmer than body temperature. He gestured and Severus lowered Dobby into the water. He knelt beside the tub and using a scooped hand he ran water over Dobby's body, blood staining the water pink.

"Scan him, please, Máthair? We need to know the extent of his injuries." Harry forced his anger down, it would do no good right now.

Minerva said nothing, but waved her wand over the little body. Lights appeared and colours showed the depth of each injury.

"Not as bad as I'd feared, but still worse than I'd hoped." Harry muttered. "Right. First things first. Dobby? Dobby, wake up. Come on, Dobby!" Harry called.

"Wha…? Who… is… callin'… Dobby?" The elf's voice was cracked and broken, just like Harry's had been the night before.

"Dobby, I can help you. The Malfoy's are your owners, you are bound to them. Do you want me to break that binding? I can. I can free you from them?"

"Dobby… will… be… a… free… elf…?"

"Dobby will be a free elf." Harry agreed.

"Yes… Dobby… wants… to… die… free…" The elf began to sob, a noisy rattling sound.

"You're not going to die, Dobby. Not today. Now, please be quiet, for a moment. Máthair? May I borrow your wand?" Minerva handed over her wand, still not saying a word.

Harry hefted the fir wand, he could feel the core, it was a reptile of some sort, large and shiny. His felt green and gold, but also flames. That sounded a bit like… a dragon, a Romanian Longhorn, perhaps? Máthair's core was a Longhorn? 'Later, Harry.' He told himself. He stood, then sat on the edge of the tub and began the extremely delicate process of transferring a bond. The really hard bit with this particular transfer was that he was transferring the bond to the one being bound.

The chants began softly, almost silently. Harry let them build as they would, he needed the strength. Then between one heartbeat and the next, Harry felt his core snap into place, the link between him and his brother, shining like a beacon in his core. He heard Severus take a sharp breath, he felt it, too. That made this easier, he held out a hand to Severus and felt fingers grasp his. While it was only his voice chanting, Harry found he had access to both his and Severus' magic. He pointed Máthair's wand at Dobby and said the final few words, pushing his magic at the ownership bond. Unsurprisingly the bond snapping back towards Dobby with a crack, like rock a shattering, was audible to the now six beings in the bathroom.

"Master?" Kreacher was worried about the elfy. "Is the elfy…?"

"Just a moment, Kreacher." Harry said. He turned the wand to Dobby's slashed up body. "Vulnera sanentur, vulnera sanentur, vulnera sanentur.(Wounded Healing)" The words were whispered, song-like.

The others watched as one by one, the cuts littering the small body sealed themselves closed. They watched as the elf's breathing eased and his eyes fluttered open.

"Wha…?" His voice was still a little raspy.

"Rest Dobby. You are healed. You are free. Telli and Kreacher will tend you. Later, I would speak with you, I would offer you a job, with payment and clothes. But that's later, right now, you need food and rest." Harry grinned. "And a proper bath." He stood and held the wand out to Minerva. "Thank you, Máthair. Kreacher? Telli? Please look after him. Don't let him push himself, he'll be sore and stiff for a few hours. Keep him quiet and make him rest. I'll speak with him before the day is out." He gestured from Severus and Minerva to the door.

Back in the living room, they found a very confused and slightly worried looking Remus Lupin.

"Professor? Snape? What…? I got a message… from… it said…"

"How's you legilimency, Remus?" Harry asked, picking up the book and putting it in the Gringotts pouch at his waist, he'd figured out that one side of the pouch was connected to his vault and the other had a simple expansion charm on it and that was where he dropped the book.

"Not ba… who are you?" Remus didn't know the young man who looked so like Snape.

"How is your legilimency, Remus?" Harry said again, slower and clearer, this time.

"Not bad. Who are you?" Remus asked a second time.

"Easier to show you. Sev? Legilimens suscipiat, please. Máthair, you too and Remus? Just use the usual legilimency spell."

"What?" Remus frowned.

"Legilimens suscipiat." Severus looked into his brother's eyes, said the spell and waved his wand in the motions that Harry had shown them earlier. He found himself in Harry's mindscape again, the viaduct courtyard around him.

"Legilimens suscipiat." Minerva met Harry's eyes and within a heartbeat she stood beside Severus. "I guess we wait then?"

Remus looked on as first Severus and then McGonagall spoke and their faces went blank. He heaved a deep breath, before forcing himself to meet the man's eyes.

"Legilimens." He whispered.

The room faded around him and a familiar courtyard faded into being around him. He looked around, even more confused, he could see familiar buildings, but there were glaring differences.

"Oi, Remus. This way." Remus turned around, half expecting to see James, the voice sounded so much like his old friend. But all he saw were Snape, McGonagall and the unknown man, standing on the steps to the Chamber of Reception. A Chamber that didn't… look… quite… right…

"Who are you?" Remus asked a third time, as he entered the Great Hall.

Harry directed him to a seat at what would have been the Ravenclaw table. He poured a golden liquid from a jug into a shallow bowl and as the liquid began to trickle upwards, he spoke.

"I was born Henrick James Potter, Mooney." Was all the man said.

"Harry?!" Remus squawked.

"Yeah, Mooney. Just watch. It'll tell you everything you need to know. Then I'll answer questions. Okay?" Harry – Harry – pointed at the liquid as it formed a screen.

A face appeared. Oh gods, it was Lily. Remus caught his breath, but the image moved, it became a familiar messy haired man in glasses, then a sleek aristocratic face surrounded by black hair. The imaged moved, changed and short scenes began to scroll. One after another, after another. Remus watched as the baby he wistfully remembered, became a boy. He watched the boy's sorting, watched as he grew through his Hogwarts years. Watched him graduate and join the Aurors, watched him sit for his Mastery in DADA and then again for Potions. Watched as he mixed potions, watched as he woke in darkness. He heard the gasp, the whispered lumos, the tempus-et-locus, followed by the muttered curses. He saw the tiny child standing on the edge of a lane chanting in Latin. He saw the child raise a glamour and catch a bus, then a train, emerging in a city. Then there was a very familiar blue door. The entrance to Diagon Alley. He saw the glamoured child sigh in relief as he entered Gringotts.

He watched as the child spoke to the goblins, as the goblins called in Remus' old Transfiguration professor and the man who had borne the brunt of the Marauder's pranks, he watched as both the witch and the wizard entered the child's mind and watched the child's memories. He watched as the child and Snape spoke. As the child, the man, the witch and the goblins made plans. He saw the child suffer through what must have been the most excruciating pain as the goblins healers literally summoned parts of the child's body and placed them inside a golem. He watched as the goblin healer worked feverishly over the child, giving him potions, singing chants, casting spells and constantly scanning his body, checking for hidden weaknesses.

He saw Snape hold the child upright, saw more conversations, heard of plans for adoptions. Then he watched as Snape and McGonagall fretted as the child went through yet another ritual, another potion and more chants. This time the child grew, dramatically fast and became a man. More potions, adoptions and Blood Adoptions, finally the child was the man he saw sitting adjacent to him.

"Right…" Remus sighed. "What the hell do I do now?"

"Now, you listen to me, Remus, while I tell you a few things that can't be shown. You have to understand… What is the one constant in all our lives?"

"I… I'm not following…"

"Dumbledore, Remus. He-" Harry went on to explain all the things he'd told Headmaster Black, Snape and McGonagall. Gave him all the information he had.

"Why… that… I'll… how dare…"

"Yeah that seems to be the usual reaction, Remus. So, now comes the big question." Harry stood and moved to the opposite side of the table, to stand between Snape McGonagall.

"Oh god… what?" Remus asked, wincing even before Harry could ask.

"You understand that I was Harry Potter?"

"Yes…"

"You understand that I'm not, anymore?"

"Yes."

"You understand that Severus' parents provided blood for a full Blood Adoption?"

"Yes."

"You understand that makes he and I brothers?"

"Yes."

"And that Severus and I took a sibling linking potion?"

"Yes…?"

"That Professor McGonagall and her late husband also provided blood for full Blood Adoptions? For both Severus and myself?"

"Yes."

"You understand that come Tuesday morning, Harry Potter will be found dead outside St Mungo's?"

"Yes."

"You understand that Dumbledore is not really the gentle grandfatherly figure, he portrays?"

"Yes."

"That he has a diagnosable medical condition?"

"Yes."

"That because of that condition, he's put hundreds, maybe thousands of children's lives at risk, deliberately?"

"Yes."

"You understand that our plan is to remove Dumbledore as headmaster, to have him declared unfit, to have him admitted to the Janus Thickery Ward?"

"Yes."

"That we're going to be basically having him declared mentally unstable?"

"Yes."

"Alright. So… the big question is… Will you work with us? Can you work alongside Severus? To save the lives of hundreds, thousands, of people, can you put aside your difference?"

Remus looked at Harry. The baby he'd held in his arms, that he'd cuddled after a sleepless full moon, that baby was gone. In his place was a grown man, a warrior, that was prepared to do whatever it took to do the right thing, to save lives.

"What about Sirius?" He asked.

"After lunch, Sev and I need to got back to Gringotts, you're welcome to join us. We're going to go through the wands there, I'm hoping one there chooses me, if not, I'm going to have to get one made. I can't risk going to Ollivander's, Garrick's an agnoscisier,(recogniser) he'll know me instantly."

"Ah…?" What did that have to do with Sirius?

"Once we have wands, preferably two or three each, I'll get Kreacher to fetch Pettigrew, while we fetch Sirius."

"But… He's in Azkaban."

"Yes, he is. But I know something that's going to help."

"What?" Came from both Remus and Severus.

"You saw in my memories that I inherited James' cloak? Well, I also inherited the Gaunt ring, which contained the Resurrection Stone."

"Uh…?"

"Deathly Hallows? The Three Brothers that cheat Death?"

"The fairy tale?"

"Sorry guys, that's no fairy tale. Remus, invisibility cloaks only last a few years, but you know damn well what James' grandfather told him, that the cloak was given to him, by his grandfather, which makes it at least 100 plus years old, probably more. Add to that, nothing can detect it. How often did you guys, slip through Hogwarts wards wearing it?"

"Um…"

"Exactly. But the one that is the most famous of all is-"

"The elder wand…" Severus whispered.

"The elder wand." Harry agreed. "I am the only person, at any point in history, to possess all three Hallows, which makes me-"

"The Master of Death." Minerva gasped.

"Yeah. So, as far as Azkaban is concerned? I am the Master of Death. That means, that all the creatures that answer to Death, answer to me. Including…?"

"… dementors." Severus crowed.

"Yep." Harry popped the 'p'. "Including dementors. If I tell them to 'get out of the bloody way', they will get out of the bloody way, or I will end them."

"How do you kill a dementor?" Remus tilted his head in confusion.

"You don't. I, however…? With the elder wand I can remove the cohesiveness that holds them together, basically disintegrating them."

"But you don't have the elder wand… do you?"

"No, but… I can get it, easily. Gringotts are doing a recall on the cloak. Using that to get through the wards of Hogwarts, I'll go in the middle of the night and just summon it to me."

"Hogwarts? Why Hogwarts?"

"Oh… Dumbledore's got it at the moment."

"Dumbled… How did he… Harry, he'll have it warded against summoning." McGonagall said.

"Doesn't matter. I am it's master, nothing can stop it from returning to me, when I call it. But don't stress, Máthair, I don't plan on keeping it, that would put Dumbledore on alert."

"Hmm…" Severus hummed in thought. "Then why not do that with the ring, summon it?"

"Because it's only the stone, that I'm the master of. Not the ring itself. The ring is a Gaunt Family heirloom, it's protected by wards, wards that I need to speak in parseltongue to break. The stone might want to return to me but the ring won't because of the wards and as the stone is secured to the ring?"

"It goes nowhere." Remus sighed.

"Yep." Harry sighed. "It goes nowhere."

"Blast." Minerva muttered. "So, what comes next?"

"Well, let's go back to the house, get those scans done. Then I'd suggest lunch and Gringotts. Then-"

"Then you need clothes, Harry." Severus cut in. "If we plan to take teaching positions at Hogwarts, we have to dress appropriately. But even so… You need clothes, Harry, you can't keep transfiguring… rags!"

"Sheets, actually." Harry replied.

"What?"

"Sheets. I took a set of sheets and pillowslips, from Petunia's house and used them as my base for transfiguring my clothes."

"You are not walking around in sheets, Henrick Snape-Urquart!" Minerva ranted.

"I hadn't planned on it, Máthair. Honestly… I'm not that stupid." Harry muttered.

"That's enough!" Remus' tone was sharp and showed just a little of the werewolf within. "You need a wand, Harry, a permanent wand, before anything else."

"Yes, Lupin, he does. Then clothes. After that we can make our plans for tonight." Severus agreed.

"Agreed." Remus nodded.

"So, you'll work with us?" Harry asked.

"I… I can't let other children have their magic twisted like we did." Remus turned to Severus. "I'm… I'm sorry. I know that doesn't change what we did, but I'm sorry."

"I'm beginning to see that it wasn't really you or Black or Potter, but that you were Dumbledore's wand. You acted how he'd conditioned you to act. You were as innocent as I was." Severus replied slowly, it had just occurred to him that Dumbledore was responsible for making the Marauders target him.

A tear ran down Remus' cheek. "Thank you, Snape." He whispered.

"Snape-Urquart, now. But maybe we can tweak Dumbledore's beard a little more." Harry added, a cheeky grin settling on his face.

"How?" Both Severus and Remus asked.

"Let Dumbledore think we've known each other for some time. Remus, have you seen Sev at all since Hogwarts?"

"Yes, a few times. His Potions master is the major supplier of Wolfsbane potion to St Mungo's." Remus answered.

"And I've had tea with Remus a few times, too. Usually Banchory or Montrose." Minerva added.

"We met in Aberdeen, once, too." Remus continued.

"Oh, yes, I remember, that lovely little bookshop." Minerva smiled.

"Run by a part veela." Remus smirked.

"Oh, really? I'll have to remember that next time I'm in Aberdeen." Minerva mused.

"Back on track, please." Harry dragged the conversation back to Dumbledore and their plans. "You've all seen each other at different times, yes? Yes. And you all knew me before James and Lily died, yes? Yes. So, let's use that. Let Dumbledore think that we get together on a regular basis."

"Hmm… It would irritate him." Severus commented.

"It would and the more irritated he is, the more likely he is to slip about Harry Potter or Voldemort. We just have to see that one of these 'slips' happens in front of the right people." Minerva stated. "I've already told Millicent Bagnold that he sealed the Potter Wills without Wizengamot consent. Once the golem is identified as Harry Potter…? Who knows what she may do."

"Add to that, the state of the wards at Hogwarts." Harry added.

"What do you mean?"

"The wards are pathetic. Barely enough to keep the muggles away. He's been responsible for the wards since he was appointed deputy in the 1920's, no one seems to know exactly when or why Dippet gave it to him over other more experienced professors. There's a chance, not a strong one, but still a chance, that Dippet was… pressured. Regardless, Dumbledore's been responsible for the wards ever since, that and visiting the muggleborns. I know and can prove that he dissuaded a few, encouraged them to stay in the muggle world, I know of four that he bound their cores and told their families that Hogwarts was mistaken. Then there was one that he bound her core without telling the family at all, they were incredibly lucky that their neighbour was a squib and helped the family get it sorted out. The thing that all of these… rejects, let's call them… the thing they all had in common? They were all Dark-inclined. Only one was Grey and his father was a convicted murderer. See where I'm going?"

"Dumbledore chose who attended Hogwarts?" Minerva whispered.

"Yes and to a degree, he's still doing it."

"How do you know?" Remus asked.

"He's still the one that issues the staff with the tasks of visiting the muggleborns, I wouldn't be surprised if there were some that got 'forgotten'. And because of withdrawals that he's been making from Harry Potter's Trust vault. Transfers to the Weasley family, the Dursley's and the Grainger's."

"Who?" Minerva had only heard of the first family.

"The Weasley's. Molly was the one to see that I got onto the platform for the Hogwarts Express. The youngest son, Ron, was the first friend I've had. After the war, after the Battle of Hogwarts, Molly wanted me to marry her daughter Ginny. She was absolutely disgusted when I told her that would never happen, that I looked on Ginny as a slightly annoying little sister, that she reminded me too much of my mother and that she was far too much her mother's daughter for me to ever really trust her. After all Molly had been putting potions in my food for years and had been paid by Dumbledore, from my own vault, to do so. She was arrested and charged with attempted Line Theft. Ginny was equally horrified, she saw me as her portkey to riches and was particularly violent in her objections."

"Oh god." Remus whimpered.

"Yeah, that didn't go down well. But of course, Ginny was so angry, she didn't think about where we were when she retaliated. Attacking the 'Saviour' in the middle of the Ministry of Magic's Atrium? In front of the press, a dozen Aurors and all 24 of the surviving members of the DA? They stood back and let me deal with her until she decided to throw a Killing Curse at me. I stepped sideways and she was hit by no less than 32 curses or hexes. She was charged with attempted murder, sentenced to have her magic bound and released into the care of Muriel, still ranting that I was a traitor and I should be grateful that her mother was giving me potions to make me love Ginny, like she'd done to Arthur."

"Who? Muriel? Who's she?" Severus asked.

"Why Muriel?" Minerva wanted to know.

"Muriel was Molly's Great-Aunt. Ginny was given into her care because Arthur refused to keep her. He cut Molly and Ginny from the Weasley Family."

"Ah." Severus replied.

"Yeah, Arthur treated me like a son, he's a good man, too good for the likes of Molly Prewett. She'd been drugging Arthur since third year at Hogwarts."

"Bloody hell." Remus groaned.

"Yeah."

"But you said Ron was your friend?"

"Yeah, best mate, actually. Molly and Ginny were the only ones to benefit from being paid. None of the boys ever saw a knut of it. Ron, George, Bill and Arthur stood by me, right until I woke up in that bloody cupboard again."

"Ron, George, Bill and Arthur? What about Charles? And the other twin, what was his name?"

"Charlie was in Romania and I think I met him maybe twice. He was never convinced of Molly or Ginny's guilt, in the end he cut himself off from the family, in support of them. Fred… Fred died at Hogwarts. He was laughing at Percy's resignation from the Ministry, Percy was duelling Thicknesse, he yelled he was resigning at the same time that he threw a binding jinx at Thicknesse's clothes. George later said it was the only joke Percy had ever said in public."

"Oh, Harry." Severus sighed.

"What about that friendship, Harry? You sure you want to give it up?"

"It's already gone, Remus. Ron's here, yes, but our friendship was forged in battle. The Ron that's here? He won't see the same sort of battle at my side, neither him not Hermione."

"Hermione?" Minerva asked, she'd heard Dumbledore muttering that name before the end of the last school year.

"Hermione Grainger. Her parents are dentists, Dumbledore's been paying them to let Hermione have private lessons, to buy her books, to encourage her academic interests. She found out just before 7th year. She decided that the only way to protect her parents from Voldy and his Death-Eaters was to get them out of the country. She used a liquid version of the Imperius curse to get them to shut down their bank accounts, their business, sell their house and move to Australia, then she obliviated all traces of her from their minds. It was during this preparation that she found the deposits from Gringotts and when she asked her parents, being under the influence of the potion, they told her everything and gave her all the letters from Dumbledore. She made them pay it all back, before she obliviated them."

"And she stayed your friend?"

"Yeah. Right to the end, both she and Ron were prepared to die alongside me."

"True friends." Remus nodded.

"Yeah, I don't think either of them ever forgave their family members that turned on me. Hermione didn't, I know that for sure. Kingsley became Minister and asked Hermione, just a few weeks ago, if she wanted them to find her parents. Hermione bluntly told him that if the Ministry did find them, she would hex them to hades and back, before obliviating them into infancy."

"Ookaayy. Sounds like Lily, not someone you ever want angry at you." Remus grimaced.

"Not ever." Severus agreed, causing Remus to look at him in consideration. "What? Lily might have hexed James, Black and you a few times, but I was the one that heard what she wanted to do to you. Pulling out toenails and castrating were among the lesser threats."

Remus swallowed. "Right… avoid angering Miss Grainger." He told himself.

"If you do get her mad at you…? Give her a rare book or offer to teach her a new spell. That usually works." Harry grinned. "If it doesn't…? It's too late. Every man for himself and you're on your own."

"Ah… I shall endeavour to remember that, Harry. Thank you." Severus said.

"Any other friends we should be… aware of?"

"Some. Neville Longbottom, Máthair, you'll need to remind Lady Augusta Longbottom that the wand chooses the wizard, she can't give Neville his father's wand and expect it to work for him, particularly as Frank is still alive. Luna Lovegood, is a Seer, a true Seer, not that half-assed fakery that Trelawney is trying to pull. Oliver Wood is so focused on Quidditch that he'll put his team-mates at risk, his favourite saying is 'win or die trying' and the sad thing is, he means it. He's not nasty or mean, but he's just so focused, that he'll do whatever it takes. Fred and George Weasley, Marauder-wannabe's, not quite to the same standard, but there are only two of them. Bill Weasley, curse-breaker extraordinaire, ends up in the receiving end of Greyback's claws, not turned, but scarred, likes his meat a little rarer than before." Harry paused.

"That's it?" Minerva had thought, hoped there'd be more.

"Nah, there's plenty more. Dean Thomas, he-"

"The Dean Thomas that I'm going to hire as DADA Professor?" Minerva asked.

"Yep. Dean's a good all-rounder, better at DADA, though. Stood toe-to-toe with Dolohov. NEWT O's in DADA and Transfiguration, second only to me in DADA. He figured out he was gay in sixth year, dropped Ginny, who he'd been dating for nearly a year, hooked up with Seamus Finnegan. Seamus is a pyromaniac and a damn good one, a muggle raised half-blood, when you offered Dean the DADA post, you gave Seamus the Muggle studies one."

"I take most of these are Gryffindors, then." Severus commented.

"Most, but not all. Goyle and Crabbe, you might need to reassess them, I think Dumbledore fudged their invite, they're as dumb as two planks, we called them Malfoy's 'bookends'. Draco? Yeah, Draco's been raised mostly by his father, he'll be arrogant, rude and thinks he's entitled to rule the school. Damn good seeker though. Gets a brain of his own in 6th year, but only because Voldy gives him an unachievable task, to kill Dumbledore, but Draco doesn't really try all that hard. Oh, Tonks… Nymphadora? Is that it? She's in Charlie's year, she's a metamorphmagus, but clumsy as they come. Cedric Diggory, same year as the twins, goes into Hufflepuff, excellent seeker, all-round good guy, he is, Voldy ordered his death in '94 during the Triwizard tournament. Quirinus Quirrell, bad guy, goes off to 'gain first-hand experience', but it's a front, all he wants is to find Voldy, he's got a heap of different reason, but when he returns? Voldy's a passenger on the back of his head."

"He's what?" Remus frowned, he didn't understand the reference.

"1st year, the professor in the room with the mirror, Remus? The one that burnt to death, just from my touching his face? That's Quirrell. Possessed by Voldy, willingly possessed by Voldy." Harry reminded.

"Oh, that one. Right. So...?"

Remus was answered by Harry's stomach rumbling. Severus grinned and poked at his brother.

"Shall we go feed the beast in you belly, brother mine? Or should we let it out to terrorize Dumbledore?"

Harry stuck his tongue out at Severus and turned to Remus.

"Are you with us?"

Remus tilted his head to one side. "What would you do if I said 'no'?"

The smile he got from Harry made the werewolf inside shudder in fear. "You wouldn't remember a thing, Remus."

"I'm with you."

"Be certain, Remus, be very certain. Because I plan on making you take an Marauders Vow on the matter."

Remus nodded, already thinking.

"Let's have lunch, Remus can think over lunch and depending on what he decides, we can plan our afternoon from there. Yes?" Minerva stood and pointed to the Great Hall's doors. "Let's go, everyone out, now. Harry, brònach? How do we get out of your mindscape?"

"Come on and I'll show you." Out the door, through the Chamber of Reception and down the steps into the courtyard.

"Now what, Harry?" Remus asked.

"Look into me eyes, Remus." Harry answered. Remus raised an eyebrow but did as he was asked. "Relinquo…" Harry breathed and Remus faded from sight. "Sev? Máthair?" Harry quickly did the same to both of them, before squaring his shoulders, taking a deep breath and leaving his mindscape.

The living room formed around him, letting him see Remus still standing in front of the fireplace, right where he'd been when Harry walked into the room. Severus and Máthair off to one side, near the sofa.

All of them had their eyes closed, a common reaction in interactive legilimency.

"Open your eyes." Harry chuckled.

Legilimens suscipiat = Legilimens retain

Agnoscisier = recogniser

Brònach = dear

Relinquo = release