A/N: We are nearing the end of our jouney together!

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Everyone had gathered in Tom's office, for once it was them to call a meeting instead of their leader. They were hoping that by catching him off guard he'd concede and do what they wanted, the one thing they'd all been avoiding like the plague since 'the incident'.

He came in a few minutes after everyone else was situated, immediately uncomfortable by the way they gazed at him like predators.

"Well then, since we're all here…" he started shifting in his seat slightly. He was always the predator; sine when did he become the prey?

The group of seven, Sirius was absent, turned to Bellatrix to begin.

"Tom, we've been running from the subject of the glamour on the kids for far too long. Since you are the only one who's not related to at least one of them, we think it would be best for you to breech the subject," she told him quickly.

"What! No way in hell will it be me! Severus isn't related to any of them, let him do it!" Tom shouted.

"I'm Harry's Godfather, so I can't," The potions master in question gave as his excuse.

They all knew that the boys hadn't been very comfortable with losing the faces they'd grown up with. As a matter of fact the last time it had been brought up Neville and the twins had realized that they could blow things up; Rabastan hadn't gone near their suite since.

"Tom, they just weren't comfortable with us then. They'd only been here for a few days when Rabastan decided to be an ass and bring it up. Just ask Harry if they're ready," Lucius said calmly.

"Easy for you guys to say, what if I refuse?" he demanded childishly.

Rabastan's hand shot up, "Oh I know… We shove you into a closet with them, wandless, until you ask and then if you still refuse, we place you under Imperio."

The dark lord shook his head, "Alright, but if this comes back to bite me in the ass, you all better have your affairs in order and caskets picked out."

He stormed from the room as everyone released a held breath.

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Harry was wandering through the halls aimlessly when he found himself in the library; he'd hung around Hermione to much in the past and now Merlin was giving him hell for it.

It took him a moment to realize that a fire was going in a study towards the back but once he got there he instantly recognized his father. He walked around the sofa his dad was sitting at quietly, recognizing the same picture his Uncle Severus had shown him three months ago, before the man spotted him.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Sirius asked his son, wiping tears from his face quickly.

"What was she like?" the young man asked as he sat down.

Sirius laughed, "She was a Malfoy and not just because of that blonde ass hair either. I never once saw your mother in a situation that she couldn't control, even when you were born, I was the one about to have the panic attack."

"Her animagus form was a blonde, long haired, cat and I used to tell her that it was because she was the only girl I ever put effort into chasing," he ran a hand through Harry's hair, "You have her heart, my attitude, but definitely her heart."

"I can agree with that," came Tom's voice from the doorway.

Both Blacks looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Hey, umm… I wanted to talk to you about taking the glamour off you guys."

Harry laughed at how nervous the feared Dark Lord looked at that moment.

"Afraid of something else going boom?" he questioned but all he received was a glare, "We talked about it today actually, we're ready whenever you guys are."

"Oh well, can you get the boys to come to my office?" Tom questioned.

The alpha merely shifted forms and took off down the hall.

"Are you okay?"

Sirius shrugged, "I'm closer, don't think I'll ever quite be there though."

"Damn You BRAT!" Came a loud shout. Both men ran through the library and into the hall only to see Severus lying on the floor while Harry strutted away, still on all fours, with the potions master's wand in his mouth.

They helped their favorite dungeon bat up before heading back to Tom's office.

"What were you doing here?" Sirius asked his best friend.

"Bella sent me to make sure that he wasn't dead or mortally wounded," Severus answered, earning them both a glare from Tom.

When the boys finally arrived, Tom started giving instructions, "Alright, line up here."

They six of them got in a straight line against the wall.

"Does it feel like an execution to you guys?" Draco asked smugly only to have Lucius smack the back of his head.

"Now hold still and this shouldn't hurt," Tom said taking a deep breath, "Glamouritfy!"

The adults all gasped.

Harry looked just like Sirius' face on Fenrir's body, maybe a few inches shorter, while he had Vivianne's amber pools for eyes. He could make Mad-Eye Moody flinch.

Fred and George had William's hair, while still red it looked more like blood than that orange shit the Weasley family had, they were taller by a few inches, and Andro's sharp opal eyes.

Neville had Bella's long black and curly hair but Ruddy's face. He was now the same height as Draco. His eyes were a brilliant blue that could only be from his grandmother.

The twins had their mother's delicate facial features but Reggie's curly dark brown hair and the trade mark silver eyes of the Black family.

While they were all examining each other a grey owl came in and landed on Harry's shoulder. He pulled the letter away from the bird and everyone watched as his expressions changed. After a moment the obviously worried young man walked over to Tom and handed the letter to him.

'Harry,

I hope that this letter finds you soon. Albus Dumbledore has shown his true colors and is holding all of his students hostage. He's gone completely mad and has blocked everyone, including the Ministry from getting in or out.

Please you have to help, everyone is terrified, even most of the Gryffindors. The only ones who are still trying to side with him are Granger and Weasley, they think he's done this for our protection. All the teachers even rebelled but he's locked them all away. The old man even brought in some of his 'order' to guard us and keep us here! I'm so scared.

Pansy

"Well, it looks like we're attacking tomorrow night."

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