Hey, guys. It's time for another chapter. Man, I'm updating a lot. Blame one of my friends. She likes the story and won't let me be lazy anymore. This will only be the second time I'll have updated three times in one week and to be honest, those chapters were short whereas these are decent length. Also, response last chapter was weak. I got a lot of hits, but not that many people reviewed which surprised me. That chapter was my favorite. Oh well.

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Restoration

Harry awoke early the next morning, eager to continue training with his druidic powers. Tonks was still asleep, so gave her a light kiss trying not to wake her up. He must have disturbed her a little because she muttered something like "Do you think I should get a lip ring?" Fighting a chuckle, Harry went out into the crisp morning air of the Highlands. After his experience the day before, it truly felt right to be there. He had connected with the land on a deeper level than he had ever thought possible.

But something was bothering him. It had been like a splinter in his mind since the night he had saved Nym from the Dementors. Why did Pettigrew show up as a Patronus? Wasn't he a traitor? Didn't he betray the Potters to Voldemort?

Then a thought struck him. Nature had told him of a taint. Maybe in the druid state he could sense it too, but that wouldn't do him much good. He used his staff as a conduit for his mind into nature. He couldn't go anywhere.

But wait. Didn't he and Morgana establish that magic didn't have those limits that most thought it did? No rule was absolute. Perhaps he could send his spirit instead of just his mind.

He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs with his staff in his lap. Instead of trying to push his mind, he searched for magic inside of him. Magic is tied to the souls of those who can use it. If there was a way to put his spirit into the druid state, it would involve his personal magic. After a few moments, he found. It was more a sense of warmth and energy than anything else, but he tried to move it around like he had the magic around the castle and was gratified to see that it worked. Harry attempted to push his magic just like his mind and POP!

Harry found himself in the druid state, but this time he had a body. Or at least, it looked like a body. He looked more like a ghost than anything else. Then he looked down and got a little startled. It's not every day that you look at your body from a different perspective.

Thinking about it, he realized it could be dangerous to just leave his body helpless out in the air.

"Earth, my friend, I ask that you protect my body while I am here. I need your help."

There was a pause and then a deep rumbling came up from the ground. Suddenly a dome of rock came up and surrounded the body on the grass.

"We hear, brother, and we obey. No harm shall come to you. We sense that you come seeking knowledge. What troubles your mind, brother? We know much and will tell what we can."

"How did you know that came with questions?"

A rumble that somehow resembled a chuckle came from the depths of the earth.

"We have existed since the dawn of time. We have seen and observed man since he was placed on his earth and given dominion over us. We know you better than you know yourselves. Speak, what is your question?"

"I was told of a taint spread by Voldemort. Can I sense it?"

"You can do more than that, favored of the spirits."

A surprised look came over Harry's ghostly features.

"What do you mean by calling me that? The spirits have given me a gift, but they said nothing of this."

Another rumble issued forth. This was strong as an earthquake but it was a laugh nonetheless.

"Your druidic power changes everything, brother. The spirits made you like them in several ways. Your powers allowed you to separate into a spirit to come here. Do you think that that is all of the differences? Listen to the way you speak to me now. Brother, you wax like a minstrel of the old days when you speak to us. I am sure more will become evident in time. But now is the time for the answer to your question, brother. In your mortal body, you can sense the taint around those who are doomed to the camp of the one you call Voldemort. While here, you may see the taint as a sickly purple aura."

Yes! This was the perfect way to put the Pettigrew matter to rest.

"I need to find and test one who I once believed to have betrayed my parents. Can you help me?"

"Ask the wind. I may know where the location of the one you seek, but the wind is ever moving and can take you there."

Then the earth spoke no more. Suddenly a loud whistling of wind blew around Harry. He was lifted up into the air and questions were whispered into his ears.

"Who is the one whom you seek? We will help you in your quest."

"I seek Peter Pettigrew."

"Show us your mind. We will find him."

Harry felt a pressure against his mind and fought the knee jerk reaction to fight it. He let it in and let it the images of Pettigrew he kept in his mind.

"Ah! We know where to find this one. We will take you! To the skies!"

A whirlwind formed around Harry and he was lifted in the air and soon, he soaring over Scotland and into England. He was traveling so fast that he gave up trying to see where they were. The feeling was glorious, but it had to end and he was let down in front of an old dilapidated shack in the middle of a forest.

"None can see you in this form. Do what you must. We will answer your call and return you to your body."

And then he was alone. The wind stopped speaking.

Slowly, he walked up to the house and was surprised to find that when he tried to open the door, his hand went through the wood. Ignoring the odd feeling, he slipped through the door and found Peter Pettigrew asleep on a couch. Instantly, Harry felt rage building up at the sight of the man who had betrayed his parents. He was a traitor. He should be dealt with.

Then he got a grip on his emotions. He remembered why he was there and looked for the aura that the earth had spoken of, but…he just couldn't find it. He searched all over and couldn't find a hint of purple. But something still seemed wrong. But what?

Then he saw it. There was an almost invisible layer over the man's head. It looked like a shell of some kind.

And it was purple, but it wasn't an aura. It seemed familiar somehow.

Then it clicked.

It was similar to the look of the enchantment over the castle. How was he supposed to get rid of it? A thought struck him. It was crude, but he didn't have many options.

Harry put his hand over the shell and tried to grab it. As soon as it came into to contact with his hand, it shattered.

"Now I need to talk to him, but I can't do that now." he thought. "I've got it! I'll have Tammy or Dobby summon him once I've gotten home."

He called to the wind and found himself next to his body. He slipped back into it and ran back into the castle.

"Dobby!"

With a POP, the house elf appeared.

"You called, Master Harry?"

"Yes, Dobby. I want you to go fetch Peter Pettigrew."

Then a scowl came across Dobby's face.

"But Master Harry, Pettigrew is being an enemy, sir! Dobby was seeing him when Dobby served the Malfoys."

"It's ok, Dobby. There was magic around his mind and I want to see him."

The scowl slowly left the creature's small features and he nodded hesitantly.

"Master Harry is knowing best. I will be fetching him."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared the same way he arrived.

Utterly exhausted, Harry sat down heavily on a couch. He was about to meet with a man who supposedly betrayed his parents. A man who had been one of his father's best friends. He was a marauder.

A marauder!

Remus!

Harry smiled at the thought of his best DADA teacher. The werewolf was one of the only people that seemed genuinely concerned about him. Then another thought struck him. His brain was getting a little tender.

"Tammy!"

POP

"Is there anythen I can be doing fer you this morning, laddy?"

"Yes, we're going to have company soon. You don't need to make any food, but I want you to fetch a friend of mine. His name is Remus Lupin and he lives in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. But before you get him, could make sure my wife is awake? I want her here for this as well."

The Scot nodded.

"Aye, laddy. I 'll snag your friend and wake yer lass."

He disappeared and left Harry alone for a few moments. He was praying that Tonks would be down before Dobby got back with Pettigrew. Somebody up there must have liked him, because his gorgeous wife plopped down on the couch next to him and leaned tiredly against him.

"Ugh, I love you, Har, but this had better be important. I enjoy my sleep."

Harry chuckled and kissed her lightly. She was so cute in the mornings.

"It is important love. It turns out that Peter Pettigrew was under a spell which I managed to break. He'll be here any moment. Remus will be here too."

The metamorph blinked.

Hard

"It is way too early for something that big. Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Fine, I trust you, but I might fall asleep."

She yawned cutely and snuggled into his shoulder.

This incredibly cute moment was ruined by the simultaneous arrival of the house elves with their guests.

Pettigrew just stood there in subdued silence. Remus was another story.

"Harry? Where have you been? I've been so worried and-"

His eyes traveled to Pettigrew and his voice grew cold.

"You! What the bloody hell are you doing here! I'll kill you, you traitor."

He started to rush at Peter who didn't even move a muscle in his defense.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go!

"Tammy, stop him!" yelled Harry.

The small figure just snapped his fingers and Remus was frozen in place.

Harry stood up slowly and walked over to his former teacher.

"Moony, he had a spell on him. I broke it myself. I want to hear what he has to say. If I have Tammy release you, will you at least hear him out?"

He managed a small nod.

Harry nodded at Tammy and the werewolf was released.

"That was you?"

All eyes snapped to Peter.

"You broke that spell?"

Harry gave him a nod.

"Thank you. I don't deserve it after everything that's happened. I've done terrible things while serving the Dark Lord."

"Yeah, like betraying Lily and James, you bastard!" Remus snarled.

"No!" The hesitancy had disappeared from the rat animagus' voice.

"I never did that! I would never do anything to hurt them. James was my best friend. I wasn't even the secret keeper."

That was a shocking revelation.

"Then who was?" asked Harry.

"Dumbledore"

You could have heard a pin drop in the room.

"It was Dumbledore. James and Lily told each of us a different story in case Voldemort got his hands on us and they trusted that old man. I only know this because I worked for the Dark Lord for so long. Before that, before the whole mess, Dumbledore came to me and told me that he needed me to infiltrate Voldemort's forces and that he needed my consent to place a protection spell on me so that Voldemort couldn't read my thoughts. I agreed because I thought it was something James might have done."

Tears were slowly sliding down his face.

"That bastard was working with Voldemort. They have some kind of partnership. He needed a way to get rid of anyone who would have been a guardian for Harry. I don't know why. My joining Voldemort and fake death got rid of Sirius and Remus was discounted for his lycanthropy. That "protection spell" forced me to do the most terrible things. I saw everything I was doing! I hated myself for more than a decade. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"

He was now a blubbering mass on the floor.

Remus looked at Harry.

"I've heard him out. I have a free hand now?"

A nod

The marauder slowly made his way over to Peter.

He stood over the huddled form and stared. Peter was sure he was going to die.

Then Remus put out his hand.

Hesitantly, Pettigrew took and was instantly pulled into a crushing hug.

"I knew you didn't do it." Remus said with a tear going down his face. "I knew you couldn't have done it. There was no way you would have betrayed them. Merlin, I missed you old friend."

The two men cried out all the pain, the fear, the loneliness and self hatred the years had forced on them. It was finally over.

After they had calmed down, Peter made his way over to Harry.

"Thank you. You've given me back my life twice now. I'll do anything I can to repay you."

The druid stood and stroked his chin in thought.

"Are there any on Voldemort's side that could be swayed to join my side? To bring you up to speed, I have access to the Potter, Black, and Le Fay fortunes and the first druid in centuries."

A shocked Remus sent him a look that clearly said "we'll talk later."

The newly freed man paced slightly in thought.

"You 'd want someone with a good deal of influence who can be swayed by money power and the boost that comes from winning. I've got it!" he said, with a snap of his fingers.

Everyone in the room looked on expectantly.

"Lucius Malfoy"

Didn't see that one coming did you? What do you think?