Author's Notes: The end is near people. Only three or four more chapters I think, including this one. But fret not, for there is a sequel in the works. So anyway, review please and to DracoFtw, of course I don't mind you reviewing all the time. I love it. I love fans.

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Chapter 12: What's in a Name?

"Oh my God, Nat!" exclaimed Remus, "It's been so long."

"Remy?" asked Tonks annoyed.

"Nat?" Draco sniggered.

"Remus," Arthur Weasley warned.

"Natalia," Mr. Zabini said in the same warning tone.

"Lupin?" said Ginny confused.

"Mum?" asked Blaise, disbelief in his voice.

"Professor?" Hermione said curiously.

"Mrs. Zabini?" questioned Neville.

"MOONY!" shouted the portrait of Sirius, causing everyone to turn and look at the speaker. "As much as I love discussing nomenclature," he said sarcastically "I think it's about time you fill everyone in as to what's going on."

"I suppose you're right," said Remus.

"Naturally," said Sirius's portrait, "Or should I say Natalie."

"Seriously Sirius," said Mrs. Zabini "You never change do you?"

"Nope," said the portrait smugly. Remus laughed.

"I guess I should start at the beginning," he said.

"Well, that would make sense," said Ginny, "unlike anything else right now." Remus laughed and began his tale.

"As some of you know, this is Natalia Zabini," he said, leading her and her husband into the living room, "but her given name is Natalie Cooper, called Nat by her friends and sister. Her sister was Adeline Cooper. Adeline was in the same year as me and Cristobal here," he indicated Mr. Zabini. "Nat was in the year after us. She and Adeline were both in Ravenclaw and on the Quidditch team. I remember all fifth and sixth year being yelled at because James had scheduled practice over theirs. Anyway, Adeline was my girlfriend in school." Remus paused and bit his lip. Natalia put her hand on his shoulder and he continued. "As soon as we got out of school, Adeline and I got engaged. But then there was Fenrir Greyback. He knew about this little halfblood werewolf fresh out of school, who was fighting against Voldemort." Several of the wizards and witches shuddered.

"Greyback was ordered to kill me. He killed Adeline and he tried to kill me, but he didn't have time. It was a full moon you see, and he transformed. That was when they first came out with the potion to subdue werewolves, but seeing my fiancée killed in front of me caused enough anger that I transformed as well. We fought and I blanked out. By the time I changed back, he was gone.

"Nat got married to Cristobal about a week later and changed her name to Natalia to sound more Italian, which Cristobal is. It was safer. I'm afraid she became overprotective of what she had left. I fled the country. Like a coward." He pounded his fists on the wall.

"When I came back, I couldn't believe everything that had happened. I knew I had to do whatever I could to protect Harry. So I took up the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. That's why I was so reluctant with you," he said taking Tonks's shoulders in his hands, "and why I wasn't there for you," he said turning to Harry. "I'm sorry, both of you, I'm sorry." He sat down and buried his face in his hands.

"Okay, I'm confused," said Hermione's mother, "Did you just say you're a werewolf?"

"Yes, I did, and I am" Remus replied.

"Cool!" exclaimed Edmond, Hermione's cousin. "Can you bite me and make me a werewolf too?"

Remus smiled, "I don't bite people kid."

"Hard," Sirius's portrait smirked.

"That was one time and I was thirteen and it wasn't a full moon anyw…"

"That's not what I meant,"

"Then what did you…"

"Tonks, that's a lovely shirt you're wearing. You know, Adeline used to wear high-collared shirts too."

"Anyway," interrupted Mrs. Granger, "who is Fenrir Greyback?"

"He's another werewolf, and a Death Eater, which means he supports Voldemort." Harry said, and there was more shuddering.

"Who's Voldemort?" asked Edmond, causing even more shuddering.

"He's an evil madman whose goal in life is to rid the world of all non-magic people, wizards and witches born of non-magic people, and witches and wizards who don't agree that those people are scum." Harry replied, "Oh, and to kill me."

On Monday, Harry, Hermione, Draco, and the newly enlisted Blaise, sat around a table in the Head Common Room, the note that had been found in the false locket sitting in the center. They were trying to analyze the handwriting of the note. Maybe this would lead to the identity of the mysterious R.A.B., or more importantly, the location of the real locket. Ron and Neville were in the Common Room as well, but were not being of very much help. Ginny and Luna were in Transfiguration.

There was a knock at the entrance to the room. Ron answered the door and ushered in Remus and Cristobal Zabini, carrying the portrait of Sirius.

"Well, I never thought I'd see this place again." Sirius's portrait said, "I haven't been in here since Lily and James were the Heads."

"It hasn't changed much," said Remus, "although I suppose the Head Boy's room is now decked in green and silver."

"Uh, yeah, it is," said Draco, "you can hang him up over there," he pointed to the wall opposite the fireplace.

"I still think one of these guys," Sirius pointed to Remus and Cristobal, "should have been Head Boy, prefects you know."

"You were a prefect?" Blaise asked his father."

"You didn't know that?" Cristobal answered.

"But of course if Prongs hadn't been made Head Boy, there'd be no Chosen One." Remus chuckled.

"And there'd be no Draco Malfoy either," said Sirius.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Well, like Moony said, there'd be no Chosen One. No Chosen One, no prophesy. No prophesy, and You-Know-Who would have killed Lucius instead of raping his wife. He needed all the support he could get; he knew that; he's not stupid. He couldn't afford to lose Lucius, who had all that money and power. So he decided to torture him. He made him watch the rape of his wife." Sirius explained.

"How do you know that?" Draco asked.

"What do you think I did in Azkaban for a dozen years?" Sirius defended, "Knit?"

Remus and Cristobal stepped away from the picture. Remus walked over to the kids.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Trying to analyze this handwriting," Hermione explained, "It may lead us to something important," she was careful not to let too much out in front of Mr. Zabini.

"You're wasting your time." Remus said, "It may have been forged, and even if it isn't, there's a good chance you won't find the person who wrote it. The person may even be dead. There's a good chance of it in fact."

"Regulus was really good at it, especially family. I made him sign my Hogsmeade form because my mother wouldn't." Sirius recalled.

"And we're back to him." Hermione sighed.

"Wait a minute." Draco exclaimed, "Sirius, you said he was good at family handwriting?"

"Yes," Sirius confirmed.

"Wasn't he named after your grandfather?" Draco asked.

"That's right," said Sirius, "Regulus Preston Black, named after Regulus Alastor Black."

"R.A.B." Harry shouted.

"It was Regulus after all." Hermione exclaimed. Then her face fell. "We still don't know where it is though."

"I think I know," Cristobal said, "Whatever 'it' is."

"Where?" Draco asked urgently.

"Well one night while I was out patrolling, I caught Regulus and some of his friends out of bed after hours. I must say, he was not the Black I expected to find at around midnight." Cristobal said, glancing at Sirius's portrait. "Anyway, he said that if something should happen to him, to go to his grandfather's house, a room on the third floor that supposedly never opens. He showed them something, I couldn't see what it was. He said that if you show that thing to it, the door will open."

"How do you remember that?" asked Remus.

"Because," Cristobal said, "he said that it must be done to protect the Dark Lord and not many fourteen-year-olds say something like that. I thought he was bluffing. Or they were pretending or practicing or something."

Draco looked stunned. Apparently this ignorance left his speechless.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked Sirius.

"Three guesses." Sirius replied.

"And the first two don't count" added Remus.

"My house," Harry sighed as the older men nodded.

"Well at least you can get there." Blaise said.

"You're coming with us." Harry said and before Blaise could argue his father said "I'll keep your mother calm."

"But how do we get in that locked room?" Ron asked, "We don't have an openy thing, whatever it's supposed to be."

"Yes we do," said Draco. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark.