"She's going to be mad at you," Gabriel whispered in my ear as we walked up the gravel path to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I gave him an icy glare and he smirked grabbing my hands and stopping me in my tracks. He pulled my body against his in the center of the path and brushed my hair gently out of my face. Hogwarts castle stood broadly behind us in the moonlight. A calm breeze blew against us, moving our cloaks and my hair with it.

"You're a jerk," I said still glaring. "I don't know why I ever slept with you."

"Probably because I'm very suave and charming," Gabriel smirked with twinkling green eyes. I snorted but couldn't help but smile as he stared down at me. "You don't have to tell her that you told me first."

"I wasn't planning on it, Gabriel," I said rubbing my hands up and down his chest. "So, do you think its okay that we go into the castle now before Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive to see us making out in front of Hogwarts?"

"It's a romantic scene, you have to admit," Gabriel shrugged.

"Not really," I laughed as I shook my head and pulled away from him.

"Hey, you said you wanted us to raise our son right—not to be a womanizing bastard," Gabriel said coming after me. "Just thought I'd better start now…teach him all about romance—"

"First of all, what does being a good person have to do with romance? And secondly, a lot of good the lesson is going to do while he's still in the womb," I said over my shoulder before mounting the steps to the castle entrance. Gabriel grabbed my hand and squeezed it as we entered the castle. He tilted his head down to my ear and whispered that he loved me. As soon as the words left his lips he stood up straight and his hand released mine. Before we got to the Great Hall, I grabbed the collar on his cloak and pulled his head down to mine. I kissed him deeply and slowly then pulled away carefully hovering my lips close to his.

Despite being pressed against Gabriel, which caused happiness to rush through my system, a hallow feeling was opening in my stomach. I felt as if we were being watched and slowly turned my head to the side. Gabriel followed my lead and pulled away from me almost instantly, standing up straight as our eyes fell on Divinity Jasper. The only reason I knew that it was my niece was because of her mismatched eyes—one was crystal blue and the other forest green, matching mine. She had changed her hair so that it was dyed stone black and pin straight. She had face framing bangs and looked as if she had aged two or three years since we had seen her last.

"Divinity," Gabriel said stepping forward to greet her. She took a step back away from him and gave him a very cold glare. I looked around the entrance hall to see the other students that were milling around. Only Divinity had stopped to stare at us kissing. Hundreds of bodies were filling the hall, lining up, to prepare for the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Teachers were running around, guiding students into lines, and yelling for people to straighten up, fix their cloaks, and mind their business.

"Gabriel," Divinity said his name very slowly as she looked him over with curious eyes. She was studying him as if he were a memory, someone she recognized but had no recollection of. Gabriel's eyes glanced at me for a moment, only long enough to mentally connect to me.

They've altered her memory again, he said.

Divinity looked directly at me as soon as Gabriel's thought entered my head. She stepped towards me as her eyes pierced mine sending chills through my entire body. She stopped right before me, inches from my body, and extended her hand to my stomach. Her hand moved across my belly like a magnet, fast and precise, attracted to the baby within me. She looked at my stomach for a moment before looking back up at me.

"Your son is not strong enough," she said as she stared at me, her eyes turning to glass for a moment. "Too much magic runs in him, too much magic and not enough blood. He is not made for such magic." Her head cocked to the side for a moment as she closed her eyes. I held my breath and looked at Gabriel with panic stricken eyes.

"She's having a vision," he said calmly. I could see in his eyes that he was nervous about Divinity being so close to me and touching my stomach, but at the same time he didn't move. He didn't dare come close to her while she was in this state. "Just relax…"

I gave him a very nasty glare which made him smile slightly. Divinity stood up straight and opened her eyes. She removed her hand from my stomach and stepped back away from me.

"I'm sorry Aunt Cadence," she said quickly with distressed eyes. She shook her head and pushed her hair out of her face as she bit her bottom lip. "I didn't—" She stopped, closed her eyes for a moment, and stood up straight. When she lifted her head and opened her eyes she was staring at me with a darker look. My stomach turned as I stared at her; never, since my niece had become Divinity, had she ever called me Aunt Cadence. I knew as Divinity stood glaring at me now that she was a different person then the girl who had called me Aunt Cadence.

"Divinity," Gabriel said stepping towards her. Divinity looked up at him and sighed.

"Persephone," she replied in a low whisper.

"Persephone?" I repeated confused. Divinity's mismatched eyes fell on me for a moment before looking back to Gabriel. For the third time the look in her eyes was different then before.

"I have missed you Gabriel Quintin," she said blankly as she looked him in the eye. "Mother said you would come back for me."

"The Goddess?" he questioned. "She said I would return?"

"She says that I am broken," Divinity said stiffly. "That no one can fix me, but you can help…she calls me Persephone…no has before..."

"Hey, Divinity!" called a boys voice. A blonde haired boy arrived next to Divinity and looked Gabriel and I over with distain. There was a foul look to the boy and I immediately recognized him as Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco. "What's going on?"

"Why don't you move along," Gabriel said instantly to the boy. "This doesn't concern you."

"Come on Divinity," Draco said taking her hand. "Don't let them bully you."

"Don't let him bully you either," I said sharply.

Divinity glared at me quickly, and again, I felt like I was looking at a different person then before. Was it possible that Divinity had multiple personalities that constantly changed and conflicted?

"I'm ready, Draco," she said squeezing his hand. He nodded and gave Gabriel and me a nasty grin. The two walked off together to join the other Slytherin students who were being inspected by Professor Snape as they stood in line. I cursed under my breath and grabbed hold of Gabriel's elbow. I dragged him across the entrance hall into the Great Hall, which was decorated with large silk banners representing each Hogwarts house. The hall was empty as all of the school was gathered in the entrance hall.

"What was that?" I questioned quickly looking up at Gabriel with bewilderment and concern. "I have no idea what just happened—" I frowned deeply as it appeared Gabriel was not listening to me. He was pacing back and forth next to the Gryffindor House table with his hand to lips. He looked alarmed, even puzzled, which in turn did not settle the concern running through my body. "Gabriel!"

He stopped and looked up at me. "Dumbledore was afraid this might happen," he said approaching me. "Because of the various test Voldemort performed on her before he disappeared and the Jaspers constantly altering her memory she's gone slightly mental. She's developed multiple personalities—the Seer who is now calling herself Persephone, Divinity, and it appears Haiden."

"I don't understand," I sighed. "You said Haiden was lost, the only thing that remained was Divinity."

"It seems I was wrong," Gabriel shrugged. "The identity of Haiden always remained deep within Divinity's subconscious. Perhaps after last year when she discovered how her parents were lying to her and altering her memory the identity of Haiden reemerged."

I stared at Gabriel like he was nuts. He stood up straight and closed my mouth, which was hanging open in disbelief. "You're much prettier when you keep your mouth shut."

I socked him clean in the shoulder, causing him to groan and step back with a laugh. He rubbed the left shoulder where I had punched him and sat on the Gryffindor table.

"What do we do then?" I asked. "Is there anything we can do?"

"It's obvious that Haiden is becoming stronger within Divinity. But there is also a divide forming between Divinity and Persephone." Gabriel said as he rubbed his shaved head. He had shaved it earlier that week and cleaned up his beard so it was well kept. I wished he'd let his hair grow out; I liked his long hair, but I had the sneaking suspicion that Gabriel was shaving his head to hide the fact that his hair was turning grey.

"As this is the first time we've seen Haiden, I would imagine that Divinity has been very good at keeping her at bay deep within the subconscious," Gabriel continued. "The Seer within Divinity knows that she is in danger and has started to part herself from Divinity, forming another personality. She would trust the Mother Goddess before she trusted the Jaspers. If the Goddess told Divinity I would help her then she is putting her faith in me. Haiden must be the good side of Divinity that has been suppressed all of this time." He looked up at me abruptly and I frowned deeply. He still was speaking a different language to me. Nothing that had to do with Divinity ever made very much sense. She was something I didn't understand and I think I never really would, no matter how hard I tried. "Cadence, I do apologize. You were right all along. Haiden is not lost; she's just suppressed within Divinity."

"How do we get her back then?" I asked very slowly because I wasn't sure if it was something that was even plausible.

"I don't know," Gabriel shook his head as he began to pace again. "It may be something she has to do herself. It would be difficult to help her when we never know which part of Divinity's personality we're talking to. And Divinity is certainly aware that Haiden is fighting back now…she could manipulate us into believing that Haiden is strong enough to retake the physical being that is Divinity."

I rubbed my head. "I'm getting a head ache," I sighed as I sat down on the bench of the Ravenclaw table. Silence fell between us and in that moment I remembered what Divinity had said before she had her vision. I looked up at Gabriel who was still pacing and sighed very deeply. He stopped and looked at me.

"What is it?"

"What she said about the baby," I whispered. "What do you think that means? He's not strong enough?"

"I don't know," Gabriel said coming to me. He sat down on the bench next to me and turned my chin so I was facing him. "He's going to be strong. With you as a Mother he has to be. Look at Carrigan and how strong she is."

"Carrigan is not the product of a Guardian and his student," I said sadly. "This is not something I considered…"

"What?"

"That Guardian and students are forbidden from being in love for a reason," I retorted. "It's bad enough that future students will be removed from the path because you're considered an incompetent Guardian, but what if we've cursed our child too? What if we've cursed our child with too much magic that they can't handle, and they end up mental like Divinity?"

Gabriel was silent. He turned away from me and stood up, his hands pushed deep into his pockets. I wasn't sure if he was now concerned like I was, or if he was upset with me for calling him an incompetent Guardian.

"We'd better get outside," he said glancing over his shoulder at me. "The other schools will be arriving any moment, along with Bagman and Crouch."

He walked out of the Great Hall without another word. I sighed with frustration and collapsed my head into my hands. Gabriel hadn't shut off his feelings towards me in a long time—when we were younger and I was still with Sirius; he often blocked his feelings and didn't talk about them. Since I had been pregnant with Carrigan we had both been open and honest with each other; there was no reason to hide our feelings and ignore the burning emotions within us. Now, with everything that was happening because of the baby, there seemed to be new stress in our life and this time Gabriel was directly involved. With Carrigan his feelings were indifferent because she wasn't his child, even if they were close enough to consider the each other family. I was carrying Gabriel's child, his son, his emotions were important now and it was not a good time for him to be closing himself off to me.

I looked up when I heard the loud voices and movements of people entering the entrance hall. I was surprised to see all of Hogwarts' student body moving into the Great Hall, no doubt for the welcome feast that was about to begin. I jumped up from my seat and moved against the wall, directly next to the entrance of the hall. Students walked by me without a second glance, hardly noticing that I was standing in the shadows of the room. The staff came trickling in after the students with Professor Dumbledore and the heads from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, bringing up the rear. I studied Karkaroff carefully as he walked next to Dumbledore, silently, but eyeing the hall carefully. He was a tall dark man with dark eyes and hair. I knew from what Gabriel had told me before we arrived that Karkaroff was a follower of my Father at some point. He was caught by the Ministry and exchanged information for his freedom.

"Bagman and Crouch are in the hall," Gabriel said softly in my ear. It was no surprised that he had seen me in the shadows of the entrance into the great hall. I nodded to acknowledge Gabriel's words. He gave me a dark glare then motioned for me to follow him out into the entrance hall. I did, though I desperately wanted to be far away from him at that moment.

"Hello Mr. Crouch," said Gabriel bowing his head to Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman as we approached them. They were standing by the large oak doors of the place, talking quickly. "Mr. Bagman, how are you both doing this evening?"

"Fine, fine," said Crouch easily. His eyes fell on me for a moment and I felt a shiver crawl through my entire body. I sighed slightly and bowed my head in greeting.

"Hello," I said easily. "It's a pleasure to see you both."

"Hello Ms. Coleman," said Bagman with a nervous grin. "Always a pleasure."

"Yes," I nodded. "I'm sure…"

"If you two are situated I think you can head into the feast," said Gabriel coolly. "It seems it has already started."

"Yes, of course," Crouch said. "Thank you Quintin."

I watched as my old boss walked by me without a second glance. He looked older and ragged, even more so then when I had seen him at the Quidditch World Cup. Apparently the stress of the World Cup; his house elf setting off the Dark Mark, and the Triwizard Tournament were wearing him thin. I figured it was only a matter of time before he lost his marbles.

Gabriel looked at me with raised eyebrows as Bagman walked by us with a bounce in his steps. I glared at Gabriel and crossed my arms over my chest. He returned the glare and when I didn't turn away he rolled his eyes.

"Are you coming to dinner?" he asked with a touch of annoyance.

"No," I said. "I'm going to walk around."

Gabriel studied me for a moment with his green eyes and nodded his head. Before another word was said I walked off, across the hall, and up the grand staircase into the depths of the castle. My blood was boiling because of Gabriel's behavior. I felt like I was back in school, wandering through the corridors because someone had set me off. And when I was in school it was usually Gabriel who set me off. I frowned sadly as I walked by the corridor that led to the portrait of the Fat Lady leading to Gryffindor Tower.

"Cadence!" yelled a voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder with an ugly glare on my face.

"Gabriel, I don't want to—oh," I stood up straight and turned around completely. "Harry. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you…"

I folded my hands together and stood up straight as I rolled my shoulders back. Harry Potter was standing before me in his Hogwarts robes, Gryffindor tie, and black pointed hat. His arms were hanging loosely at his sides; his hair was tousled and messy, and his glasses sat on the edge of his nose. He pushed them up the bridge of his nose and smiled at me with green eyes. Every time I looked into Harry's eyes I only saw his Mother, Lily Evans-Potter. I couldn't describe how much I missed her; how much I wished she was here now. She would know exactly what to tell me in regards to my pregnancy, the prophecy about my son, Gabriel being a dick, and Sirius taking up a room in my house.

"How are you?" Harry asked bringing me back to reality.

"I'm fine," I said slowly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," Harry nodded. "I saw Mr. Quintin come in I thought you had to be around here somewhere." I smirked when Harry called Gabriel 'Mr. Quintin.' I doubted Gabriel had ever been addressed as such by a young person, and I was sure he wouldn't like it if he was. He'd probably prefer they address him as Gabriel.

"So there is something you'd like to talk about?" I asked.

Harry smiled at me. "Well, I was just wondering if you had heard from," he paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder. "Sirius?"

I nodded my head slowly.

"I got this from him earlier today," Harry said extending a folded piece of parchment to me. I took it slowly and read over the note Sirius had scribbled to Harry.

I laughed slightly. "Well hidden?" I rolled my eyes. "You just got this today?"

"It took Hedwig awhile to find him," Harry shrugged.

"Of course," I whispered.

"Do you know where he is?"

I smiled at Harry. "He's well hidden in one of my guest bedrooms."

Harry's eyes widened but the concern that had been on his face when he first asked about Sirius seemed to relax. He probably thought that Sirius was safer staying with me then anywhere else. I wasn't sure if it was a true thought, but if it comforted Harry it didn't matter. I bit my bottom lip as I pondered Sirius' intentions. He hadn't sent a letter to Harry until now when he had been at the house for just over three weeks?

"How long will he be staying with you?" he asked.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "Sirius is a free spirit. He'll come and go as he pleases. I'm sure he's going to find away out here to see you. It's just a matter of time for him to do so."

Harry frowned. "I don't want him to get caught because of me."

"Well Harry, Sirius is a stubborn man," I shrugged. "I've warned him about getting caught, as has Carrigan—"

"She knows he's here?"

"She met with him last Saturday," I whispered.

"Oh," Harry said slowly.

"Harry," I said his name very softly in hopes that I'd be able to comfort him. "You are not responsible for Sirius, he is responsible for you. And if he gets caught it will be his own damned fault, not yours, but you shouldn't worry. He's not going to get caught."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know Sirius," I said with a forced smile. "He won't get caught. The only person who was able to catch him for anything believes he's innocent now."

"You mean you?"

I laughed lightly. "Well, yes me, but also Gabriel."

Harry nodded his head slowly as he studied me. "What's the deal with you and Mr. Quintin?"

"Excuse me?" I asked softly.

"Are you two together?"

"For the most part," I responded. "Right now I'm ready to sock him, but I find that most relationships with men make women feel that way."

Harry looked bewildered by my comment which caused me to laugh and shake my head. "Don't worry about it, Harry," I said.

"Carrigan says you're pregnant," Harry said slowly.

I nodded my head and replied slowly, "I am." It was my turn to study Harry as his green eyes wandered away from my intent stare. "You two are closer then she lets on."

"What do you mean?"

"She says you've been there for her," I shrugged. "I just didn't realize how close you two are. You'd have to be pretty close for Carrigan to talk to you about me being pregnant."

"I think it's just easier to talk to someone who gets that your Father isn't really a notorious mass murderer," Harry shrugged. "It's not like she can talk to Ginny about it right now."

"Of course," I agreed.

"Can I come to your house to see Sirius?" Harry asked abruptly.

I frowned deeply and pondered the question for a moment. "No," I responded after I had truly thought about it. "I'm afraid that would draw too much attention to my house. Carrigan coming home for the weekend doesn't seem odd, you coming to visit however would."

Harry nodded his head but frowned. "I just want to see him."

"I know," I nodded. "And I'm sure he'll find a way to contact you when he can. When it is safe for both of you. Now, shouldn't you be down at the feast?"

"I suppose," Harry frowned. I came and patted his shoulders as he turned around. I kept my arm on his shoulder as we walked down the corridors, back toward the front of the castle.

"I'm sure they're about to open the casket and officially start the tournament," I said. "We wouldn't want to miss it."

"Why did you leave the feast when Bagman and Crouch arrived?"

"Gabriel and I are in the middle of having a disagreement and I didn't want to be around him," I said honestly. Harry looked a little uncomfortable as he nodded his head to acknowledge my response. "Just wanted to clear my head and relax."

"What are you two disagreeing about?"

"The baby," I whispered. "It's complicated Harry."

He nodded, but seemed relieved that I wasn't going to go into detail about my relationship issues. I couldn't help but smile. I was reminded of James Potter as I looked over Harry. James always avoided relationship problems between Sirius and I; and I can imagine if he were still around he'd avoid problems between Gabriel and I. As a teenage boy, it was obvious that relationships made Harry uneasy. I could only imagine that he was having his own relationship problems and he didn't wish to talk about them because he didn't know how to.

"I think women are complicated," he said as we descended a set of stairs. We both stopped about half way down and took hold of the railings of the staircase as it began to change its destination. Harry frowned deeply. "I hate it when they change mid-way."

I shrugged. "Why do you think women are complicated?"

"Well you are, aren't you?" he responded as if it was an obvious concept and I shouldn't have to ask. "You never know what you want, you can't just answer a question when we ask, it has to be all puzzles and riddles—we need a book to understand you."

"You know, Harry," I said with a smile as we finished descending the staircase on to the third floor before it decided to change again. Harry led me down the corridor towards another staircase (that didn't change) and we made our way down to the Great Hall. "Not all women are like that and men can be just as complicated as women. Most issues are just a lack of communication and understanding."

"So you and Gabriel are having a lack of communication and understanding right now?"

I frowned deeply. No, I thought in my head. Gabriel's just being an ass.

"Yes," I finally said. "Gabriel doesn't want to talk about his feelings about the baby and that is causing us to have both a lack of communication and understanding."

"Well, what if he doesn't want to talk about his feelings?" Harry shrugged. "Some people don't like to talk about those things."

"I suppose that's his choice," I said. "But he can't assume that I'm going to understand him or agree to something if he doesn't tell me how he feels."

Harry nodded his head slowly. "Sure…"

I laughed lightly and shook my head. "I don't think you need to worry about communication with girls just yet." There was a flash in Harry's eyes that caused me to smirk. "Or are you already?"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's nothing."

"Alright," I shrugged still smiling.

"I don't need help communicating with girls—I talk to Carrigan and Hermione just fine."

"But they're girls that are your friends," I said. "It's different when you like them."

"I do like them," Harry looked at me puzzled. "Otherwise I wouldn't be talking to them."

I sighed, still smiling and rolled my eyes. "Never mind," I said as we reached the grand staircase leading to the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts. "Better get into the feast," I said motioning towards the Great Hall.

"Alright," he said. "I'll talk to you later, Cadence. Tell," he paused for a moment. "Pad-foot not to come out here, I don't want him risking his life—"

I raised my hand to stop him. He frowned and looked up at me past his circle framed glasses with sparkling green eyes.

"I will speak to him, but you have to promise me you won't worry about him," I said. Harry sighed but nodded his head, agreeing.

"Alright," he nodded then turned and finished descending the stairs. I continued down them slowly as I watched him disappear into the Great Hall where cheers could be heard; no doubt, as the casket was open to begin the Triwizard Tournament. I didn't look into the crowded hall as I passed by it. I made my way outside into the dark night and stood on the front steps of the castle looking up into the sky. Stars were dancing peacefully overhead which brought wonder to me. As I scanned the beautiful sky my eyes fell on the constellation Orion, which could barely be seen on the horizon. Shining brightly just behind the legendary hunter was his loyal hound dog with the star Sirius burning brightly on the tip of its nose. My heart broke as I looked up at the star, causing me to frown and wrap my arms tightly around myself.

As I took a breath a searing pain entered my side from my hip all the way up to under my breast. I cried out and grabbed my stomach as the pain surged again, making me groan and stumble forward. I managed to maintain my balance, but only by putting my hands on my knees and remain half bent over. My eyes squeezed shut as tears leaked from them and ran down my cheeks quickly. I tried to maintain my breathing, taking slow breaths, and regain my composure. The pain was throbbing now, not longer searing, but I was seeing spots as if I had been knocked over the head. As I stood straight up, gasping for breath and wiping my cheeks, Divinity's words were reverberating in my mind. He is not made for such magic.

"What if I'm not either?" I said out loud as I stood up still holding my stomach.