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"Aunt Rose?"

I looked up from the book I'd been reading and smiled at my green eyed nephew who stood before me in his pajamas, his messy black hair messier than ever as he'd been fast asleep in his bed just moments before. "Well hello there sleepyhead, what are you doing up so late?" I asked softly and walking over he sat on the couch with a sigh before saying in his own soft voice.

"I had the dream again."

At his words, my smile faded as I realized that it was time I had a certain little talk with him and so setting down my book, I looked him in the eyes and asked, "The same one, with the motorcycle and green light?" He nodded and at this, I sighed.

A little over a year had passed now since Petunia and I had finally gathered the guts to speak to eachother and then thus were reunited. In around the end of winter that year we decided to have lunch together and unexpectedly, Petunia had cried when I told her of Lily's death, as with me taking Harry all those years ago, I took the note explaining The Potters deaths and so Petunia hadn't even know that our baby sister was dead until now which in the end made me so upset that we ended up crying together.

As it turned out Petunia just might've needed a little longer to get her life together before being handed the news of her estranged sister's death, especially after she thought I was gone. After we'd talked for awhile, I'd introduced her to Harry. (Vernon was not pleased by this.) And then I even had Zander take both of us to James and Lily's graves where we did a lot more crying. Since then Petunia and I have been in contact with each other, making sure all the while that Vernon was none the wiser.

As for young Harry it seemed though that ever since his other aunt arrived on the scene, he just wanted to know more and more about his family, always asking questions and such so that I had to answer some of them, though I was reluctant to do so as I was worried. I didn't want Harry to be scared at how his parents died or upset at how his father acted as a teenager or disappointed in me for not being there for Lily when she needed me most. I didn't want my nephew to be scared that The Dark Lord would one day come for him or Scared to make friends in the fear that one might betray him- I just wanted him to be happy and yet, then he started telling me about these dreams he was having and I knew what they meant.

I was going to have to tell him eventually and now was better then never.

"Harry Sweetheart? Come with me." I began as I stood with a sigh, "let's go for a walk." With an innocent nod, he stood from where he'd only been sitting a few minutes and followed me as I grabbed our coats, gave him his then led him from the house, and into the cool night fall air.

"Harry James Potter." I began in a whisper as we left the protection of the Fidelius Charm. "There's is so much I need to tell you but where to begin?"

The young boy beside me gave a sweet smile as he followed me down a slope that led to a clearing. "Maybe start with my mum? I know Uncle Zander, Sirius and Remus know more about my dad."

I shrugged, "Your mother Harry was a wonderful person. A perfect foil for your father."

"Foil?" The green eyed boy frowned now as I nodded and took him by the hand and helped him down a steep part of the slope.

"Like I was saying, your mother was wonderful, sweet, caring and well mannered, but your father was well..?" I thought for a moment but before I could say anything, Harry offered.

"Like Uncle Sirius?"

i nodded and with that I began to tell him all I knew. It wasn't everything and hell it probably wasn't even that much but it was what I knew for certain and that's all that matters. While I explained, he asked as many questions as he wanted and I answered them as best I could. Then I got to his parents death and at this, he went completely silent.

By now we were in the clearing, surrounded by slopes and trees that cast shadows along not only the brush but also the small glistening glass-like lake that we now sat before. "So, This- this evil wizard Voldynort - mort or whatever killed my mum and dad just because of me and yet- yet I lived?"

i nodded as I cupped my hand over his own which had gone up to touch the scar on his head. "Zander thinks it was your mum's love for you that saved you." I whispered and he nodded.

"So the green light I see in my dreams is-"

"Yes," I confirmed, "It is the effect of the curse that killed your mother."

"Does this mean that one day I'll have to- have to kill him?" He closed his eyes and a shiver ran through me as the wind blew off the lake and passed through us like a comforting whisper.

"I don't know- your uncle Zander knows more than I but one thing I do know is that you Harry James Potter are going to be a great Wizard and that in the end, everything WILL be okay." I finished as I then ran my fingers through his hair.

"And the motorcycle is..?" He gave a small smile, realizing now how the conversation was beginning to make me feel.

"That's how you arrived at your Aunt Petunia's." I began, then went on to explain about why I went ahead and took him myself along with how we saved Sirius and everything I knew about Peter and that's when the rage seemed to appear in his eyes and he Narrowed his green eyes.

"I want that ran caught." He said and I hung my head.

Ever sense we saved Sirius all those years ago and learned the truth, Zander, he and even eventually Remus worked endlessly to try and capture that worthless Peter but with no luck and every year, it seemed to cause them all, though especially the two former marauders more and more stress. "We've tried- still are trying but rats are many, as are rat-like people." I finally whispered and he nodded in understanding.

"One day- when I'm older, I wanna be a policeman- like an Auror but more like a detective and I promise Aunt Rose- No, better yet, I swear that I will find him!" He said with determination and I smiled, knowing he was telling the truth.

"Your father was an Auror." I told him and he shrugged. "He should've been a detective so he could see Peter Pitiful's lies." He said and I giggled as a twig snapped behind us and I froze.

"Rose? Harry?" I sighed with relief as Sirius' cool and quiet voice washed over me and looking at my nephew, I saw that he had tensed as well.

"Hey Padfoot." I greeted as we now turned and saw him just entering the clearing.

"Why you guys out here and why at this time, it's almost morning?"

i smiled at his directness as I gestured at Harry, who the Black then sat next to with a nod. "Harry had another dream so I finally explained everything to him." I replied and at this Sirius nodded, understanding now seeming to fill him.

"So she finally told you all about Ole' Prongsie." He grinned and Harry shrugged.

"She told me what she knew but it wasn't much."

"Ah," he began with a grin, "Such a muggle." with that and a playful slap to the back of the head from me, he began to tell Harry things that I had never known before.

Not long it seemed later, Harry and I both found out more about James Potter then we could have ever known before and by the time, the Black was finishing up with his final story, Harry's eyes were drooping with sleep and the birds of day were beginning to sing.