Aaliyah Morden knew when she was wrong. At the moment, she was way wrong. She toyed with Harry; always skirting around his attraction for her. And her for him. Draco Malfoy was her cousin. Her mother had been a Death Eater and she had gotten pregnant by Regulas Black. He'd left her alone and her mother fled to Mexico. Her mother was a wonderful woman. Yes, she made mistakes, but she'd more than paid her penance for them in Aaliyah's opinion. But that didn't change the fact that Aaliyah was wrong. She was wrong. Dead wrong. Now she had to pay the price. But the damned boy wouldn't stay still for more than five seconds at a time. It seems that he's especially twitchy lately.

Aaliyah turned the corner and her lips turned upward. There he was. She was just about to go talk to him when Granger walked out of the room they were in. She straightened her crooked top and linked hands with him. 'How dare she?' Aaliyah thought angrily. The two walked off together and when they turned a corner she heard the floating of Granger's laugh.

Aaliyah scoffed. "Bloody whore."

They next morning was Saturday. Instead of wearing robes, Aaliyah put on a red pleated mini skirt and a black peasant top. She added her old black choker around her neck and put her dark hair in a pony-tail at the base of her neck. She knew that every eye was on her when she walked into the Great Hall for lunch. She caught Harry's eye and winked. He looked at her and looked away to talk to Granger. Aaliyah was so not impressed.

She sat down next to her cousin who frowned. "What the bloody hell are you wearing?" Draco asked crossly.

"Clothes," Aaliyah snapped.

"Go put more on," Draco hissed.

"I'm not in the mood Draco, so leave me the hell alone." Aaliyah stood and grabbed an apple. She need some space so she decided to walk outside by the lake. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the laughter of people. She turned and saw Harry walking with Granger and Weasley. He said something to them and they looked fleetingly at her before walking away.

It left her and him alone.

"Hullo," he said.

"Hi," she replied. "Should I congratulate you and Granger?"

Harry frowned. "For what?"

"Aren't you guys together?"

"Oh-uh, we-no."

"Oh," Aaliyah felt like a heel. "You've been avoiding me."

"Yeah, about that-," Harry started.

Aaliyah put a finger to his lips. "Please don't," she whispered. "I don't want to think about that."

"You brought it up," he reminded her.

"Yes, and now I'm changing the subject."

"Who knows?" Harry asked.

"Just Draco, uncle Lucius and aunt Cissa," she said. "I'm living with them because Mama is-."

"You don't have to say it," Harry said when he noticed her choked expression.

She sighed a little and smiled slightly. "So. I wanted to apologize."

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

"Look, I-."

"Come to Hogsmeade with me," Harry blurted out.

"But, we're not allowed," Aaliyah said.

"I know," Harry said with a smile.

Aaliyah smiled back. "Alright. Let's go."

An hour later, the two were sitting at a booth at the Three Broomsticks. "So…something's up. What?" Aaliyah asked.

"Ah…Nothing's up," Harry said mocking her a bit.

Aaliyah was not amused. "I'm serious. You've been…different lately. Is something wrong?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing. Everything is fine."

"You're a damned liar," Aaliyah snapped.

"So, why don't you tell me what's up if I'm such a liar?" Harry said angrily.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you," she cried. "Look, last night, I was taking a walk, and I saw you-."

Harry looked down. "Oh. For the last time, Hermione and I are not together again."

"Again?"

"We dated for a couple of months. It's over. Would you relax?"

Aaliyah glared at him. "I don't know what the hell-."

"Kids!" a joyful voice boomed. Harry looked up and nearly groaned. There stood Sirius…Remus…James…and worse…Lily.

Lily bent down and Harry kissed her check dutifully.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked. "It is not a Hogsmeade weekend."

"We were just out," Harry said lamely.

Lily nodded her head as though she understood. "Out? Of course you were. Come on boys, let's leave these guys alone."

Sirius and James pouted for a moment before ultimately following Remus and Lily out of the pub.

"Your family," Aaliyah said shaking her head with a little laugh.

"Oh, like you have any right to talk?" Harry joked before beginning to laugh with her.

"Harry, you are not concentrating!" Hermione cried in frustration.

"I'm sorry. Merlin, this is harder than I thought it would be," Harry said.

They were in an empty classroom. Hermione was trying to help Harry control his powers. She, meanwhile, was looking through old ancient texts, trying to find someway to play on Voldemort's weakness.

"Okay, let's take a break," Hermione suggested.

Harry turned quickly and a strong wind flew flying Hermione's skirt upward. She turned to glare at him. "Will you stop doing that?" she snapped.

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, habit."

They sat a desk and looked at all the old text all over the place. An idea came to him. "Hey, Hermione?"

Hermione didn't look up from the book she was reading. She brushed a lock of bushy hair behind her ear. "Yes," she murmured absentmindedly.

"Do you think we should look through that book you read this summer?" he asked, referring to the book she had found the spell to bring his parents back to life.

Hermione's head shot up. "That's perfect! That book has practically everything about life and death!" Her bright mood faded. "Except, how are we supposed to get the book without anyone knowing?"

Harry grinned and conjured a strong wind in the room. "Just let me practice, and I'll let you know at the end of the week."

Lily Potter was upset. Something was going on with her son and she had no idea what. She sat in the Defense office and stared into the fire. "James," she said quietly.

James' hands tightened around her. "Hmm?"

"Our son doesn't need me anymore," she said softly. "He's going to be graduating next year and he won't need us at all."

James sighed. "I know."

"I've barely spent any time with him except for this summer and popping up every now and then. It feels lonely in that big old house."

"You never did like The Lion's Den, did you?" James asked. Even after he and Lily married she didn't want to live in the Potter Ancestral home, instead falling in love with a quaint cottage in the village of Godric's Hollow.

Lily shook her head. "It's not that I don't like it, I mean, it's a beautiful house. It's just not home. It's too…"

"Fake?" James supplied.

Lily laughed quietly. "Yeah, it's just for show. Godric's Hollow…now that was home."

"I'm sorry, Baby," James murmured.

"It's okay, I just-it's going o be even lonelier in that big old house after Harry graduates. I bet him, Ron and Hermione would get a flat together or something."

Something stirred in James' mind. "What are you saying?"

Lily turned around to face her husband. "James, I want a baby."

James froze. It was instinct. Hell, he had been nineteen years old when his wife told him she was pregnant; twenty when his son was born. He froze then too and was terrified. Now…he had a son, but technically, he wasn't needed to be responsible for his son. Sue him; he's afraid of the responsibility, he's afraid of the failure if he doesn't own up to it.

Lily's face fell. "You have that look."

"What look?" James asked, kissing Lily's forehead.

"That look that you had when I told you I was pregnant with Harry. It's a mixture between denial and horror. If you don't want-."

"No, it's not that, I'm sorry," James sighed. "It's a habit. My mind hasn't completely caught up to the 36 year old body."

Lily shook her head and stood up. "No, it's okay. I just-forget about it. I'm going to head to the house now. I'll see you next weekend." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Lily, come on wait!" James called getting up but Lily had already left the room.

"Mate…I really ought to punch you in the face," Sirius said from the doorway to their sleeping quarters. "You are dumber than Pettigrew."

By Saturday, Harry had, if not perfected, controlled his power that Helga lent him. He tried traveling around the school on bursts of wind throughout the week. He'd tried to travel from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade through bursts of different types of weather, changing as his mood changed. By Saturday he felt he was ready to try it with another person.

He met Hermione in the classroom. He'd advised her to wear a sweater and she did not disappoint. She wore long jeans with a jacket over a light sweater. "Ready?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to anymore," she said quietly.

Harry laughed and hugged her to him. "Let's go!" He fell into the wind, holding onto Hermione. He led them through the corridors and within five seconds, they'd reached Hogsmeade. He then blended into a rain that was falling through Northern Scotland and rode the rain into England.

An hour later Harry and Hermione arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place as wind. Hermione shivered for a second as they entered the house and let out a breath. "That was thrilling and terrifying at the same time," she exclaimed.

She paused as she remembered their purpose for sneaking out of school. "Come, I'll show you where I put the books," Hermione said as she quietly led him up the stairs toward the study.

Is Harry related to the Founders?
NO! I think the "Harry's related ot the Founders' plot line a little overused (not that this one isn't! ;)), so, he's not. He can't inherit hte powers, but the Founders have let him BORROW the powers. Comprende?

No offense, but the last chapter sucked.
No offense taken. It probably wasn't all that. I'm not too sure about this one either. Next chapter though...oh yeah. NO CLUES!

One Clue?
These are my confessions. Just when I thought I said all I could say, I came up with more secrets to tell you today... Just that one ;)