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Chapter Thirty-Seven

It was a few weeks later before Artemisia got the nerve to ask for details. She had decided not to return to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had returned to it as Headmaster and he accepted her decision. She hadn't even thought to go to the department. The fact that he had been killed there was too hard for her to face.

Remus found her in the parlour that she had once sat in with Lily, playing with Harry, as everyone else helped Sirius move into the cottage. It was here that he had asked her to marry him. It was this room that he had decorated almost entirely with mistletoe. It was here that they had cuddled and talked about their future together, a future that had been stolen from them more times than she could count.

"We told Harry's aunt and uncle how it was to be." He told her quietly as she flipped through her album from Shawny.

She nodded without looking up. "Teddy is going to be here as soon as he gets his things packed."

"I feel bad that your father…"

"Is in Azkaban?' Artemisia asked, finally looking up at him. "Don't be. I'm glad he's there, even if it might not be for long." She shook her head then stood up. "I've spoken to Dumbledore. He said that Harry can come to stay with me for a few weeks, so I can tell him everything. Narcissa Malfoy will take Teddy for the time. I'm not going to push my brother, no matter how much good I see in him." She looked down at her hands. She had sworn Molly to secrecy about the baby. Only she and Laelia knew of her pregnancy. "Remus, I need to know." He met her gaze startled. "I have to know."

"Arty, I don't know if I can tell you."

"If not for me then tell me so I'll know what to tell our child when the time comes." His eyes widened as he stared at her. "I'm pregnant."

The two sat in the parlour. It seemed to take forever before he began to speak. When he finished she stared at him in shock. "I'm sorry, Arty, but there was no way we could save him. Harry tried to jump in after him but I had to stop him."

"Did Bellatrix's spell hit him?" Artemisia asked when she can finally speak.

"What?"

"Did the spell hit him or did he just fall through the veil?"

Remus looked down at his hands. "It hit him."

"It was red, not green?" She said, excitement hitting her tone, causing him to look at her as if her pregnancy has made her crazy. "Tell me you wonderful werewolf you!" She had come to her feet somewhere in her impatience.

"Calm down, Arty. This can't be good for the baby."

"Baby?" Her brother stood in the doorway of the parlour and stared first at her and then at Remus. "Missy, what the hell is going on here?"

"Calm down, Teddy." She ordered him with a glare. "This is my home and I will not be spoken to like that. You better remember that I'm your guardian until you're of age and you have no right to question what I do."

Teddy looked a bit stunned. "But…"

"No, buts. Remus is a friend of mine and he is more than welcome in my home. You'll just have to deal with it." Artemisia looked at the man, who was still looking at her as if she'd lost her mind. "I've got to show Teddy around the house, but we're not done with this conversation." She left the room and led Teddy to his room. It was the room that would have been Sirius if he hadn't proposed.

"Tell me you're not pregnant."

"I'm sorry, Teddy, but I am."

"It's not his, is it?"

"That's none of your business but no, Remus isn't the father." She paused. "Sirius Black is."

"That's not a very funny joke, Missy."

"Who's joking?" She took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. "Come and sit down. I have a long story to tell you."

A few hours later, Artemisia was finished with her story and answering Teddy's numerous questions. She gave him a quick tour of the house and the garden before returning to the parlour. Remus had left but he wrote her a note promising his return a few days later, it was time for the full moon. She sighed in exasperation, but know that there was little she could do about it

The next day, Artemisia went to the department. She had to get the folder for her project and she needed to talk to Kay. When she got to the Ministry, Artemisia was surprised by the security. She paused by the fountain as usual. There was little that could be seen from the damage that had been done.

"Arty!" She turned to find Mr. Weasley or Arthur as she'd been asked to call him bearing down on her.

"Hello, Arthur, what can I do for you?"

"I'm surprised that you've decided to return already." He smiled at her. "I never thanked you." She looked at him in question. "That time you stepped in between me and Malfoy. I didn't realise it was you until just now."

"It was really James that put a stop to it." She smiled at the memory.

"Have you spoken to Harry?"

Artemisia shook her head. "Do you think that I might be able to have Ron stay with me as well as Harry? It's going to be a lot for him to take in. I mean I was one of his mother's best friends and am his godmother, yet, to everyone else I'm only two years older than him."

"I'm sure that Molly won't have a problem with that. Why don't you come to the house and we'll see about having Hermione join you as well."

"That would be wonderful."

A week later, she still hadn't been able to talk to Remus about the colour of the spell that hit Sirius, but just the thought that she might be right had her practically on cloud nine. Teddy had just left for his visit with Draco and his mother. She was in the kitchen waiting for Harry to arrive with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Laelia and the twins had offered their support in the matter. They had even asked to be there with her. She had said no but now she was questioning her sanity in doing this alone. Of course, a few Order members would be nearby but they didn't quite understand everything either.

"Knock, knock." Remus stood in her doorway. "Not here yet?"

"Any minute." She absently twisted the stem of the flower that she had taken from the vase on the counter. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Arty, this can't be good for you." He moved into the room. "Sirius is dead. You have to accept that and move on with your life."

"Move on?" She dropped the daisy and stared at him in shock. "I don't think you know what you're talking about, Remus. I can't just 'move on'. He was," she shook her head at the use of the past tense; "he is my life."

"Will you listen to yourself, Arty? You are pregnant."

"With his child." She saw him blanch and her eyes widened. "Oh, god, Remus. Please tell me that you don't still have feelings for me." She stared at him in shock. "How? With everything that's happened?"

"You're not the easiest female to get over. I'm just one of many that you've left in the dust behind you." He let out a sigh. "It's because I still have feelings for you that I can't bear to see you throw your life away because of some dream that Sirius is still alive."

"It isn't a dream, Remus." She jumped off the stool she had been sitting on. "I know he's still alive. I can feel it."

"Stop it, Arty. This won't do any good for you or Harry."

"Remus, I'm asking you to trust me. I know that it is far fetched but trust me. I know that department inside and out. I know every project in those rooms and all I'm asking is for you to tell me if the spell was red or green. It's an easy question, Remus. I know you. I shared your secret with Sirius, James, and Peter, throughout seventh year. I was there for you when Sirius told Sev where to find you during the full moon. You told me that I helped you through that. Now, I'm asking you a simple question. One that could possibly change what everyone thinks happened that night. Now answer me, dammit."

"It was red."

Artemisia flipped around to see a group of shocked people and a serious looking Harry. "Red, you're sure? It was red?"

Harry nodded. "I can see it clearly every time I close my eyes."

"How much did you hear?" Remus asked looking at the blonde with worry.

"From you telling Arty that it wasn't good for her or Harry." Hermione replied looking at her in question.

"I might as well tell you, what happened this summer. I was going to wait but I think you want to know." Harry nodded. "Do you mind if we talk privately?" Remus ushered the group out of the room, leaving Artemisia alone with Harry. The two were quiet for a bit while she made tea. She sat down on a stool and gestured him to another. "I'm not sure where to begin."

"How about why you said that about my parents?"

She debated on how to answer him then let out a sigh. "I was there."

His eyes widened. "How is that possible?"

"This summer, Dumbledore sent me back in time. I don't know exactly how it worked but one moment I was outside of Hogwarts in 1995 and the next, I was walking into Hogwarts of 1977." She smiled at him. "I was positive when I first looked at the castle that it was some joke that he was having at my expense." Harry smiled at that. "So, I opened up the door and saw four boys, who I had never seen at Hogwarts. It was then that I knew it had worked."

"Was it my dad, Sirius, and Remus?"

She nodded. "Peter, too." Artemisia patted his hand when he made a disgruntled noise at the name. "I was to present myself as a transfer from an American school under the name, Fiona Wyndham. Within moments of introducing myself, Sirius gave me a nickname."

"What was it?"

"Fifi."She made a face and he laughed. "I wasn't worried though. I was certain that I'd be sorted into Ravenclaw. Could you imagine the way I felt when I was put in Gryffindor and had to keep that nickname?" This got laughter to bubble out of Harry. "I made myself promise not to get involved with anyone, to stay aloof, but when I sat down I made friends with a girl, who became my best friend."

"Who was that?" Harry leaned towards her.

"Your mum." She smiled at the memories. "Lily was a wonderful person. I see a lot of her in you." He looked at her in surprise. "Don't look so surprised. You do look almost exactly like James, but it's your mother that you take after in many ways. Of course, this habit of yours to try and take care of all those around you is James."

"If you liked it there, why did you leave?"

"Oh, Harry, I didn't want to." She let out a sigh. "While at Hogwarts, I fell in love with a wonderful man. I didn't want to leave, so I didn't." He opened his mouth, but Artemisia waved her hand to stop him from interrupting. "I had it all planned out for myself. I had hidden in the bottom of my trunk, enough money to get myself settled. I bought this house." She motioned around them. "I also got a job as an Unspeakable." Her heart twisted. "There was nothing in the department but that prophecy."

Harry looked up in shock. "You knew about the prophecy." She nodded. "How? I thought only Dumbledore knew."

"Dumbledore and the Unspeakable that gathered the prophecy from him."

"You?"

"Yeah, me."

"If you weren't coming back, then how did you get here?"

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