Hey everyone,
So this chapter is going to be split over multiple characters. Because of this do I hope to create different scenarios, even though they are, basically all doing the same thing; getting ready for bed. So expect one room with a confrontation, one with personal thought and beliefs and one with people really getting each other.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990

Chapter 38
Another Night Passes

9th of August 1995
Elder Lady Bedroom, Dimension
Molly's POV

Arthur had been taken just when I wanted to ease his concerns and use that to ease my own and while I now realize I shouldn't have let my anger at Sirius – which was obviously ill-placed – over my concern for my family, does that not make things easier for me to accept. And this new change to what I'm used to doesn't either.
I am now sharing a room with Augusta Longbottom and Andromeda Tonks and while I was actually expecting some kind of ire between the two – or hatred of the Longbottom Lady for the Tonks Lady – does it seem as if they are almost considering each other sisters and seem to have a lot that they agree with each other on.

I really hope that I can find the same, yet I just can't help but feel concerned as I stand in the doorway, this mostly because of how most of the beds are giving me a light headache with how they just keep on changing. "Molly, the beds won't stop or vanish from your sight until you pick one for yourself. Just tap whichever one you want."
Mrs. Tonks tells me gently and while I really don't mean it as an insult to them, do I pick the bed that is right next to the door. I touch it and then gasp as it shines brightly before turning one wonderful color that seems to really confuse the ladies. "It's the color of my custard pies. It is the one pie that all of my family loves.
I make it for every birthday and none of my boys ever argue or complain about it; they love it too much. I – I even – I even tried getting Percy to listen to me by taking a custard with me when I visited him, the – the night after he and – and Arthur." And while I can't continue, do both ladies nod to prove that I don't need to.

Then Andromeda comes over and asks: "Molly, may I ask you something? Out of both the perspective of a Professional Healer and someone you will be spending many a night in the same bedroom with?" At which I nod before the woman makes me cringe as she asks: "When was the last time you had a full night of rest, exactly?"
I wince at this and mutter: "Recently." Yet the woman just asks: "Would you like another?" And while I have been too uptight and concerned to even think of going to bed, do I still ask: "Can you help me?" And the woman happily motions me to sit on the bed. I quickly make sure to change into night clothes and do as she says.

"Close your eyes, Molly. Don't focus on my words or my voice, but on the tone of it. Can you do that?" And because of how warm, loving and understanding her voice sounds, a sound I always try to add to my voice when talking to my family, is this really easy for me and I nod, my eyes closed, yet my stance still quite tense.
"Good. You're sitting in a circle. Everyone you met today and who you have been working with for the last few weeks are around you. The twins are showing Minerva how they created a new spell for the sake of their candy. Harry and Ron are locked in a one-sided chess match. Hermione is helping Ginny with her homework.
Your Arthur is talking with Sirius and Remus about what made Lily Potter great. Albus is sitting at one point and just enjoying everyone's company. Kingsley and Tonks are comparing times when they made Rookie mistakes during Auror training. Charlie has his arm around his older brother, Bill, both of them just laughing."

And while the woman, somehow, keeps describing all these incredibly simple, yet to me important events, do I feel myself relaxing, lying down and to the sound of her voice, her words losing its cohesiveness to my mind as it shuts itself down and her voice lulling me to the most peaceful sleep I've had in over two months.

Elder Men's Room
Sirius' POV

"How did the talk go?" Remus asks as I enter the room after helping Molly understand where everyone was currently at and how Harry and I found out about this and I answer: "It went – better than I actually expected.""It went well? No fights, no nothing?" Kingsley asks shocked and I shake my head as I say:
"No, I just let Harry take the lead, supported him where he needed it and he really did great. He even admitted to a few things. Guess I have to make sure I tell Andy of Harry's progression first thing tomorrow. Or maybe Molly will, seeing she is now sharing a room with her." At this the men cringe and Remus asks:

"How did she take that?" At which I shrug and say: "I think she would have taken it worse if she wouldn't have had Andy and Augusta to share the room with. Personally, I wonder how long it will take before Andy will be able to start sessions with her." At this Kingsley says: "I'll give them to the end of the week."
Yet at this I shake my head and say: "I think it will be sooner. I think it'll be once we reach the end of Percy's book. Either that or sometime during Harry's second book.""You really think that? Why?" And I know I shock them both as I say: "Because Molly hasn't had a decent night's sleep in several weeks, if not a few months."
Both men look at me shocked and I roll my eyes as I say: "Oh please, after I escaped Azkaban, it took until I saw Harry again for the first time before I could actually sleep again. I recognize signs like that.""Then – then why?" Remus asks and I answer: "Because every time she yawns, she follows it up with a worried look at her kids.
As much as Molly and I might disagree on things or how events should happen or plans should be able to be worked through, I can get what she is trying to do and I respect her need to be the rock her family can count on. It's practically the same I want to be for Harry, especially now that I know how much he actually needs me."

Yet at this Remus sighs and asks: "Sirius, I – I feel I need to ask. Is – is getting close to Harry really smart?" Which shocks and horrifies me and the man says: "I'm just saying. Once we get back, you're back to a wanted man that needs to hide himself away. You won't be able to be there for Harry as much as you might want.
Do you really want to raise up his hopes like that, only to have –.""Have you ever flown a plane?" I suddenly ask, startling the man, yet I turn to Kingsley and ask: "What about you? Have you ever travelled large distances through Muggle means?" And while the man looks confused, does he shake his head at me.
At this I turn back to Remus and say: "Yet, Harry and I will. The minute we get out of here, Camp Half-Blood is going to be our next destination. And no, Remus, you might pick Albus over your friends, but I am not picking my old Headmaster over the godson that needs me." Yet at this Remus frowns at me and says:

"You are also a member of the Order of the Phoenix." To which I roll my eyes and say: "And just like Lily and James, who chose the safety of their son over the protection of all those saved by the Order, am I still going to pick my family over my side-job. Because in the end, that's all it is to me, Remus, a means to an end.
I just got a different, better one handed to me and took it before it escaped me.""Sirius –." Remus whimpers, but I turn a stern frown his way and ask: "Did you forget what Lord Hades said, old friend? This is the best course of action for Harry and me to take and will give Albus what he needs, instead of what he seems to want."

Yet while Remus seems adamant to glare at me, does Kingsley then step in between and says: "Let's just agree to disagree on all this, shall we? It's getting late and we are going to have a long day ahead. Let's just head to bed, okay?" And we both nod, neither of us actually breaking eye-contact even with Kingsley right in between us.
We then turn simultaneously and while part of me had expected this – as Remus is still clinging to that one chance Dumbledore gave him over two decades ago – had I really hoped that being here with his pack for the amount of time that he has been would have made Remus realize we should be just as vital to him and his decisions.
"Why? Why would anyone want to hold on to a single act of kindness that happened so long ago? Why is that act of kindness more important to him than everything James and I did? Why is Albus offering Remus that spot more important to him than us practicing and managing to become Animagus for the guy?"

"Give it time." I then hear Kingsley whisper and notice that, while I had gone to lie in my bed and had turned on my side away from my best friend, Kingsley has come to stand next to my bedside table and is looking at the now sleeping man intensely. "He has his ups and downs. You know that better about him than anyone else here."
At this I sighs as that is indeed true. Remus has always had trouble holding onto his opinion and the way that James and I thought we were the superiors when we were young definitely didn't help. Yet then I realize what I'm doing and mutter: "I can't compare the Remus of today to the Remus who was in his teens."
"Wise words. Though I think you are going to have trouble keeping them apart, don't you?" Yet I shake my head, actually feeling astounded that I remembered this. "Guess this place is helping me get my memories back." I think and the peaceful gratitude that I feel for this helps me calm my mind and sink into the abyss of dreams.

English Boys Room
Harry's POV

"That went well." Ron says upon me walking in and instantly Oliver asks: "How can you tell?" To which Ron shrugs and says: "Harry has a grin on his face, isn't storming in and doesn't have a storm cloud hanging over his head, figuratively speaking. That means mum's temper and overbearing treatment didn't overly annoy him."
At this I shrug and say: "She let me talk and I talked. I gave her a few questions to answer, questions that, I won't deny, hit her in the moral area and made sure I didn't lose my own temper and spoke as clearly as I could about how I feel. And I think admitting to what Andie has already been saying probably helped too."
"Wait, you admitted to personal problems to her? Why?" Ron asks shocked and I shrug as I say: "Because I do believe she is an incredible mother and she can be a brilliantly caring person and while she is not my first choice of a guardian, I know her caring heart can help me just as much as Andy's professional ability."

And while Ron looks at me shocked, do I shrug and say: "I'm not saying I consider her my mother or anything and I will be honest, I will never have another mother. I might be willing to have Sirius take over where James and my father left off, but my mother – I don't know, what she was willing to do to save me – it just means more a little bit."
At this my best friend nods and then the twins chorus: "There is nothing like a mother."" But – what if Sirius ever finds himself another flame?" Ron asks and I sigh as I say: "Then I will probably consider her my aunt or just call her by her first name for the rest of her life. I just – I can't stomach calling anyone my mum.
And yes, I know that is going to hurt your mum when she finds out, but – I just can't let anyone take my mum's place, my heart just won't let me." At this Ron nods and the twins wrap their arms around me as one of them says: "Don't worry, Harry." And the other says: "We understand." And they chorus: "We'll support you."

At this I sigh and say: "Good, thanks guys. Though I think there will be another talk with your mum, along with either Bill or your dad and with probably both Sirius and Andy. I – I don't think I should keep this quiet from either of them." At this the group nods and then Ron says: "Just do it after breakfast tomorrow."
At this I nod, even if I know that the boy is slightly saying that out of personal greed, yet the fact that my best friend enjoys my meals makes me feel even better than I ever thought I would if this were to ever happen. I then move over to my bed and change into my night clothes before pulling out some writing equipment.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I write this to you on the night of the third day we are here. I know it's only just after midnight for you, but I thought I should catch you up on everything, so you can get things covered on your side of things later when you wake up.
First of, Lady and Neville Malfoy are both here now and so are others that aren't in the Order. We also finished my first Book and have started on the other series. Sir, I'm sure you already know this, but the Greek Gods exist. Yes, my father is indeed Zeus and I have no doubt my mum's sacrifice did something to that heritage to save my life or something.
Our current group of readers consist of the coming people: myself, Sirius, Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley, Hermione, Andromeda Tonks, Kingsley, Fleur Delacour, Augusta Longbottom, Ron, Viktor Krum, Cedric (yes, I know, he came from Elysium), Bill, Remus, Neville, Mr. Weasley, Fred and George and Mrs. Weasley.
There are also several people from the Americans, where apparently there is a Camp for Demigods. And get this, Sir, their activities director is – A Centaur! Chiron is amazing! He is brilliant, ancient – I guess he is a Centaur version of you, no offense meant.
We have already read quite a few chapters of Percy's story and will probably finish it sometime tomorrow – which I can only imagine is somewhere around noon to early in the afternoon for you. However, the ending of my first book came with a horrible shock.
Sir, I know you are aware of what Snape is like, but while we were reading of what my friends and I were going through before we went down the trapdoor, an apparition of Snape appeared and he spoke to us. Sir, he readily admitted that he baited me the night we both knew the Stone would be stolen. Apparently, just before her true death, my mother's spirit split the role of Keeper between Snape and Sirius.
Yet while Snape was ordered to guide me through Fate's challenges, does he feel he is not obliged to care for anything else. I hate to say it, Sir, not out of care for Snape, but out of respect for my mother's sacrifice, but that is Snape failing his job as Keeper.
I actually met a Keeper today and he is the living embodiment of everything Snape is not. And I just want it to be clear that I am NOT saying this out of the hatred that has been spewing between us for the last several years, I am saying that as a charge to his abilities and duties.
There is also something else, something I never realized at the time as I was too worried about my discovery. When an owl flew over after my History Exam back in first, I realized that Hagrid couldn't have just gotten himself a dragon egg from anyone or anywhere. My friends and I questioned him, yet I skipped over one important statement of his.
How many three-headed dogs d'yeh meet, even around Hogwarts?
Sir, I am directly quoting that from the memory of what Mr. Weasley read early this morning. Fluffy was dangerous enough, but Ron and I have personal experience with the fact that this is true. We just didn't say anything as it will be shown to the others once we get to the second book. Sir, I am writing this in name of all parents and guardians that are currently here.
Death eaters are outside the walls of Hogwarts, please ensure that beasts that even a Seventh Year shouldn't have to deal with are as well. If you want to know more, try and contact Hagrid and ask him about Aragog. I don't mind creatures like Unicorns, Hippogriffs or even Kelpies, but I think we can agree that things like Aragog when you find out what that is should be far, far away from a school of innocent – or some not so innocent – and inexperienced kids, as most students still are, though not through lack of your efforts.
I know this letter is really long, but a lot has happened in the past 24 hours, at least for us. Andy Tonks has also started having sessions with us and I got to admit, they really help. Sirius is losing that haunted look that was in his eyes, I feel heard and I am starting to see that there really is a difference between my Muggle and my Magical Life. And others are benefiting too. I'll stop now, because I am dropping my head up and down out of drowsiness. I hope this letter reaches you in good health and that it can be considered useful for you.
Sincerely, Harry Potter.

And with that do I put my equipment away, which is a bit of a task as my eyes are drooping and my sight is a bit fuzzy from sleep and as I lie everything down on the bedside table next to my bed, does my pillow call out to me and do I lie my head down, my whole body succumbing to sleep even before I managed to properly lie down.

Greek Boys' Room
Percy's POV

"I swear, Percy, you and Harry are like the total opposite of what your dads are like." Grover tells me as we change into our night wear and I say: "I know, right? But I just can't help it. There's something so –." Yet I can't seem to pick the right word and the Stoll twins smirk as they try to come up with one for me instead.
"Humorous.""Highly enthusiastic.""Heroic?""Brave?""Noble?""Smart?""Good-looking?""Do you guys have a crush on him or something?" Grover asks and the boys burst out laughing, yet I silence them as I say: "Likeable about him." And they look at me before they say: "That's true." And Grover nods as well.

I then sigh and decide to change the subject as I say: "I sure hope Annabeth is going to be okay. Having to be alone in a room all by herself." And the others nod, but then Grover says: "This will be good for her, though. Give her a chance to really think things over. You know she is at her best when she gets that chance."
And I nod, glad for my best friend and his sage words before he sighs and says: "I sure wonder how many more of us are going to come here.""I wonder if that traitor will show up." Connor then growls and Travis nods, both of them looking furious, but then I say: "If he does, I'm sure Cedric will be able to handle him."
And the twins cheer: "Jay, ghost fight!" At which Grover and I shake our heads before we both climb into our respective beds. And while I feel amazed at the fact that the magic of the room knows us all so well, as each of our beds represent us to a T, do I think: "They're right, though, I do wonder who else is next." And I fall asleep.

Goodnight all.
Okay, so Harry's part was basically the longest and this chapter is short at best, but I wasn't really planning on a long break between chapter readings. Plus, next chapter is still going to be another one as Harry is going to meet with the people he mentioned and come clean about his realization. That and receive a reply letter.
Still hope you enjoyed,

Venquine1990