Sirius very reluctantly held the book out for Harry to take. They all knew going into this one there would not be much to look forward too, but the fact that so far they'd been right wasn't encouraging.

Harry gripped the book firmly to stop from showing his hands shaking. Worry was as familiar a feeling to him as safety was a stranger, and this recent splash of memory's was only making things worse. His eyes lingered on his father's bright orange screech owl sitting on his perch in the corner as he started, trying his best to convince himself his worry for this night was wrong, this time.

"And good riddance," James seethed. That hadn't been nearly as satisfying as he would have hoped Harry's last time in their presence would have been, he'd been hoping for more heart-failure from the people who'd made his sons life miserable for so long. Protection was somehow the opposite of everything he'd ever wanted them to have, and yet he couldn't be mad. As much as he wanted them dead, it was by his own hand, not Voldemort's.

Harry couldn't help twitching uncomfortably at revealing all that aloud. Too often in his past any mention of his time in that house had just led to cries of outrage from those around him, and revisiting his last memories there surely wasn't making things better for them. It wasn't making anything better for him either.

"Were there any?" Sirius asked his godson in honest concern for his mental health, just how much had he confused his daydreams being cooped up in that cupboard.

"One or two," Harry grudgingly said with a hint of a smile as he more accurately replied by reading.

"Is she going to pout like that the whole trip?" Lily sighed, though she sympathized with the poor owl being constantly caged up.

"You sound far to excited about this," Sirius told him in concern.

"So do you when you reminisce about sleeping in the attic for a week," James reminded with a sympathetic look at Harry. This was never something he'd ever like to be reminded of, but he couldn't begrudge his son looking back on his past. It's not as if he could ever forget it.

"Mum said it was the happiest week of her life, how could I not," Sirius sniffed.

"We haven't," Lily muttered.

The fact that those were really his happiest memories to look back on in a place like that made all of them feel as if their hearts were being pulled out of their chest as slowly and painfully as possible. All of them had at least some happy memories in their old house, even Sirius could dredge up one or two involving Regulus.

Harry fought back the chagrin of still having the impulse to say those words with the memory of that pain spiking again.

James had to blink the surprise away for a moment before he smirked, "dreams do come true!"

"I do so wish he'd brought this along to that hut on the rock, but this is even better somehow," Sirius agreed with a bittersweet smile.

Harry twitched uneasily, he could practically feel every muscle in his skin quivering with the unknown ready to crash down on him. He hoped it was merely the shock in hearing of this new plan, and not something far worse, like the execution going terribly wrong.

"So, you two really didn't work out?" Lily muttered mostly for herself. Voldemort had some sort of knowledge on the two getting married, but that seemed to have been wrong and merely a dig into the Order's affairs. Surely if Remus had fallen in love with Tonks Harry would have noted he'd be looking at least a little better as a newlywed.

"I can't decide what my favorite description was!" James was snickering enthusiastically. It wasn't hard to imagine he was hearing of them all for the first time, considering he'd never met more than half of them, and those were the highlighted features Harry offered?

"I can!" Sirius was laughing even harder, just as fond of the last memory Harry had with Mundungus and it being shared.

"Naww," Lily giggled.

"Well, we certainly don't disagree," James smiled with pride.

James and Lily exchanged a very perplexed look, but neither were having any luck putting this together. If Remus had married someone, he would have done it with the love this deserved. Why then was he described as being worse off than they remembered?

"That is usually what that means," Sirius agreed, arching his brow and waiting for Moony to have some kind of reaction in here. They'd heard this news through Death Eaters of all things already, but hearing it from the couple themselves should have been, more. Remus' face was still closed off, looking at no one and determined to not give any kind of emotion.

Sirius fought past the terrible stinging trying to smother the life out of him informing his mind he'd missed such a moment in Moony's life, and instead turning to Harry with a smile his godson had long since realized he was going to enjoy. He would not let this moment pass! "Anyone yet told you my best mans speech at Prongs's wedding?"

"Really, you're bringing this up now, being told I got married?" Remus demanded. "How do you manage to make everything about you?"

Sirius, of course, ignored him, and without further ado launched off, "Deerly beloved, family and friends, it behooves me to deliver this speech to the two of the purest harts I know, two individuals so fawned of each other that it completely bucks the notion of superficial love.

Doe they will surely go through many trails and tribulations in the years ahead- many high and low points; stagnant periods, when their love seems fallow- I know, as someone who knows them best, that they will not allow themselves to fall into a rut.

When it's all over, and people are sitting around telling tails of these two, they'll be telling each other the purest love story anyone has ever herd."*

The whole time Lily was biting her lip to stop herself giggling, and James was pinching the bridge of his nose to stop his overflowing laughter at the memory.

Harry had watched the whole thing with an easy smile, well remembering the picture of Sirius laughing during the photo he had of his parents wedding. If this had just happened, he could imagine it all. Then he turned to Remus and frowned slightly. He'd never asked, but surely he'd been there. The difference between the two events was a sight to behold, as even now the man was refusing any hint that he was entertaining such an idea could come into his life.

"It truly should be comforting that they are aware of this," James managed with some forced semblance of a good mood again, flashing his best friend a smile to remind him that was still possible.

"Yes, I suppose I'll take that blessing," Lily agreed, trying to convince herself to relax just for one moment more. Every plan had its setbacks, but everything would still come out on top.

"I wasn't saying I didn't know about it," Harry huffed in frustration. "I was still trying to ask him what this had to do with the crowd of people."

"Moody's always been big on making sure everyone had all information available," James shrugged.

"Ah, yee of little faith," Sirius smirked at Harry. He didn't even have to have proof the Order already had an alternate plan in place to know there was one.

"Wise of you," Remus nodded along, "you've seen what happens first hand when you don't let him say his peace."

Technically it was the impostor Moody who'd shared more wisdom with Harry, but he didn't argue the point.

"And that is?" James asked in surprise.

"Won't it be rather obvious when all of us cart off to whichever house it really is," Harry answered, just as surprised his dad hadn't cottoned on already.

James just scoffed, and Harry realized his dad had not only realized it but also the answer. "They're going to split up into pairs, obviously. Why do you think so many people showed up."

"Half as many did just to take me to Grimmauld place," Harry countered.

"Yes, but that place was actually meant as a secret," Lily tacked in, rather than watching her boys wince in pain for the memory of that place. "Moody just said they weren't very subtle, in fact were well aware they were being watched setting this up. So they have no choice but to use some sort of diversionary tactic, like decoys."

Harry felt an uneasy tingling sensation creeping up him, he didn't at all like the idea of this and honestly hoped his parents were wrong on this count.

"Forgot," Sirius repeated with a scoff of disbelief. He knew full well Moody had done this on purpose to try and see how well Harry was paying attention.

"Seven Potters?" James had a look of great intrigue on his face, almost dreamlike. Lily popped him lightly on the head and muttered about her husband's fantasy of having a houseful of kids.

"Can't say you don't catch on quick," Sirius said with chipper.

"That stuff has ruined far too many lives as is, I don't particularly approve of more being put into play," James muttered, thinking Moody himself was something to be in the presence of Polyjuice again.

"I am curious whose idea this was," Lily smiled lightly for the indignant look on her sons face, quickly growing to outrage the more he realized how horrible this could potentially be. "I certainly couldn't have come up with something like this, and then actually think he'd go through with it."

"Already starting with the I told you so's from her huh?" James rolled his eyes.

"Get used to them, or savor them while they last," Lily chuckled.

"Ah how I miss Ron," Remus couldn't help but smile with sad agreement.

"A true horror I can't imagine someone having to live with," Sirius nodded sagely for a moment before 'spotting,' James and calling out in fright, "oh no, it's already happened!"

"Shove it you," James grumbled, no mock in his shoving.

"Or fingernails," Lily helpfully reminded.

"Toenails is less preferable," James made an exaggerated face.

"Spit might even work," Remus agreed with chipper.

"You lot are far too okay with this!" Harry snapped.

"We know everything works out fine, might as well enjoy the show," Sirius said passively, but Harry didn't buy it for a moment.

No matter the assurance they had in the Order's capability, none of them were naïve enough to believe this was going to go off without a hitch, even if they didn't have the warning from that first chapter Voldemort knew of these plans. Remus' life had already been threatened in a non-so-subtle way in relation to Tonks, and Harry was constantly at risk. Not to mention if anyone, even one single person in that party got so much as a scratch, all four of them were aware who Harry would blame, himself. They could do absolutely nothing about it. So they kept their smiles firmly in place and kept badgering him to do the same, it was all they could do.

"I never would have thought the twins such fools, to underestimate my pup," Sirius chuckled.

"Agreed, they've even on his home turf," James still said with a crinkled nose of disgust for having to say such a thing, but it was true.

Harry sardonically told them how amusing they weren't.

Lily bristled even at the non-threatening threat, and Remus' look of amusement only made it more irritating.

"I do wonder what this force he's talking about would be," he couldn't seem to stop himself. "Have Hagrid pin him down? Did anyone bring rope to tie him up and haul him along with this plan?"

"I wouldn't put it past Harry to grab his Firebolt, set Hedwig free as a diversion, and fly off into the night to deal with this on his own all before Hagrid could say he'd never, so don't tempt him." James chuckled.

"Oh that choice of words!" Sirius burst out in surprised laughter.

"I never thought there could be a way to make me laugh about those awful Horcruxes, and yet here it is," Lily agreed with a very forced unimpressed look.

"I get the feeling you've experienced that look a lot, especially around Hermione," James snickered.

"Oooh, well that's certainly a distinct one," Lily's eyes brightened with interest at knowing such a fact about her child.

Harry looked genuinely surprised for a moment before just seeming bemused. He supposed gold was one of his favorite colors for quite some time, he certainly had several good associations with that color and scarlet. He doubted the potion cared about such a thing, but it was funny to note.

"Well just spill that secret to everyone!" Sirius burst out laughing.

"I really hope at least one person in there has no idea what they're talking about," Remus agreed, snickering.

"I can't imagine a girl ever coming between them, how dare she start now!" James smirked.

"Worth the risk for that codger," Sirius rolled his eyes, no fondness for Mundungus left after all the trouble he'd caused Harry.

Remus watched as suddenly everyone around him tried their hardest not to look at him, as if fearing even catching his eye would seal his fate. He snorted and tried to relax himself farther back in his seat with a look speaking volumes of what he thought of their superstitions right now.

"Quite a thing to see in person," Lily agreed, as always enjoying her sons vivid descriptions, especially odd in this instance as she'd only met one of the six.

"A singular moment for them I'm sure," Remus said with a suppressed smirk.

"Wow, at least now we know what she really thinks," James looked genuinely stung.

"Least Bill doesn't have to worry about competition from him," Sirius chuckled.

"Ah, yeah, I'll agree with Harry on this one." Sirius nodded along. "I was still having trouble getting past Dobby in football shorts, but this finally trumps it."

"That's fair," James chuckled as he ruffled up his hair, then turned to Lily. "I still want to try this!"

"Well you don't need any to pretend to be Harry," she smirked.

"Well now I'm disappointed!" Remus snorted.

"Did she think he wore those glasses for fun?" Lily muttered.

"He should really work on that accent if he wants this thing to go off," James said with a completely straight face.

"Because I know he plans on being Harry for a recurring time," Sirius rolled his eyes.

Harry's hand wrapped around his torso as if trying to hold himself together, a look flashing across his face he was trying hard to fight off. It wasn't easy, being the one with the book in his hands so really the center of attention right now, but he plowed on heavily before he could give too much away and swallowed the rest of his unease.

Sirius busted out laughing, then turned to Prongs in surprise when he didn't too.

Remus had a curious look in place too as he said, "I've just realized, have those two even had a chance to be on a broom since they left school, in the best way possible. It's quite sad when you-"

James suddenly let out a gasp of genuine horror, and Harry startled hard. "What?! Did you realize something else wrong with the plan? Should I have-"

"I've just realized! You aren't going back to school!"

"James, we established that-" Remus began to roll his eyes, but James kept going.

"He's not going to play Quidditch again! He gave up his Captain's badge, he..." he trailed off with still wide-eyed horror at his son.

Lily nodded, mostly to herself. "I'm rather impressed it took him this long to draw such a conclusion."

Harry just slumped back into his seat with an exhausted look on his face. He had in fact recommended Ginny for the position, though had been planning to bring his Firebolt along his current journey in case he needed some sort of emergency escape. These hadn't been top of his mind to share, though now he wished he had so his father hadn't given him an extra panic attack.

"Well he's just no fun at all," James said as if noting the weather, this wasn't news to them after all.

Harry tried very hard to ignore the uneasy twisting of his innards at that. It was almost easy after last time.

Sirius cleared his throat audibly. "So Harry, tell me, what was the last thing you and Ginny were up to, you know, before you broke it off with her."

Harry schooled his features into a scowl, it wasn't hard, but Sirius wouldn't stop laughing anyways, making Harry very sure said expression may have flashed across his face even for a brief second.

"He's so polite to the ladies," Lily smiled softly to herself.

"Must love Tonks' ability to define herself in one singular moment," James laughed raucously, while still eyeing Moony for some sort of reaction to her again. He'd been all gung ho when chatting about her before their business had come up, but now his friend seemed determined to have it all fall on deaf ears the moment her name was mentioned. James sighed in disappointment, but had more important things to concentrate on for now.

"Made me feel like I was being singled out, again," Harry sighed before anyone could ask. "I would have thought I'd be on a broom. Maybe swap with George," he finished, trying to fight back how uneasy that still made him. He didn't want to let that show though, not wanting them to fear for Remus' life anymore than his.

Remus snorted with laughter, effectively backing up Harry's feelings. "Well, he's got you there."

"I've just realized, won't that stick out a bit?" Lily asked.

"Well Moody could hardly order Firebolt's for everyone," James reminded with honest disappointment.

"It's dark out, I doubt half the Death Eater's will even care to notice such a detail," Sirius shrugged. "So long as Harry keeps his out of sight in that sidecar, shouldn't be a problem."

Lily nodded without looking very reassured, as no one had bothered to point out no one should be noticing anything. None of them were pretending an attack wasn't immanent after all Snape had said.

"Can they see them now?" Remus asked in surprise.

"Not that I know of," Harry shrugged. Hermione hadn't been around in that battle when the Death Eater had died like Ron had and maybe even then it had been so chaotic Ron still might not. He'd never asked Fleur, now hadn't felt like the time.

Sirius puffed his chest out with pride, still wishing he could take Harry out to show it to him now.

"I feel like he still could," James chuckled.

"And he's already on the shorter side," Sirius smirked while leering at Prongs and Harry.

"Mundungus is half my size!" Harry snapped at once.

"Oh yes, great defense there Harry," James sighed with a long resigned expression.

Harry still grumbled something about having a few inches over Hermione.

"Can't imagine what that looks like," Remus snickered as Sirius continued eyeing his best mate in the same way.

Harry felt his agitation at the remembered situation slip into bitter regret. He thought back to meeting Pettigrew in person and how short he was, how surely his dad wasn't in fact all that scrawny in comparison but now Sirius was possibly projecting to forget he couldn't make a joke at one of his friends expense. What if something happened to Ron? What if some fight occurred and some old joke between them could never be spoken of again? The thought left him feeling more dreadful by the moment, and he was really starting to get worried he couldn't shake that feeling.

"He what?!" Sirius yelped before Harry had even finished the sentence. He looked very much like someone had just told him his newborn got a tattoo. He hadn't thought twice about the sidecar, honestly that was a good idea and something he might do himself, but any tinkering was his business!

"I'd have thought you'd be pleased," James at once tried to curb him with a sense of gusto. "She's got the latest models now, and clearly done by someone with love and care-"

"Elvendork was perfect the way she is!" Sirius insisted, hands curled into protective fists. As if he didn't have enough reasons not to die, now he had another!

"I swear he's yet to find his own wife because no one will ever be good enough to ride that bike," Remus smirked, even willing to bring up the dreaded idea of matrimony again to poke at his friend.

"It doesn't help he only lets you two along," Lily rolled her eyes.

"I've offered you a dozen times," Sirius said without remorse. "It's your own fault you won't give it a go, and Moony's not wrong. How could I ever fall for someone who can't enjoy that kind of ride?"

None of the others answered, deciding not to encourage him more.

"Why do I immediately dislike that button?" Lily muttered.

"Because all of Hagrid's ideas haven't been, ah, the most brilliant?" James offered in an attempt at a passive voice.

"Skrewts," Remus agreed with a deep sigh.

"I mean, it's not the worst idea," Sirius said fairly. "I'm sure if I threw a skrewet at someone, the fight would be instantly won."

"Yeah, both parties would be dead," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me," Lily actually did lose a shade of color.

James rubbed the back of his neck but decided nothing he said would make that better.

"I've seen him jealous, Ron does have a reason to be worried," Sirius agreed.

"Clearly not about this one though," James huffed, still eyeing him for a reaction that was clearly never coming. His face was as stoic as ever, they could have been talking about the tea cozy.

"I'd count that a blessing," James muttered tersely, finding that the first bit of good news from this book, his son would truly never have to go back.

Harry felt his breath snatched away in the same moment, but he refused any other sort of bodily reaction. His gaze kept focused, painfully sharp even as he picked out every letter in detail to know where this was going, who had he lost.

Harry could not look around him, to see the pain he could feel they were all in hearing him call for help and none of them could do a thing. Neither could he, sitting prone in front of a book, but he was the one reliving this, so he clung tightly to whatever experiences he felt flowing through him.

This was a mistake, he knew at once, as he could no longer separate himself from the heartbreaking memory of that noise.

"Harry? Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry-"

There was no response he could give them that didn't sound heartless or pitiful. He just kept looking at his empty hands and expecting a snow white feather to appear there, the kind Hedwig had left all around his room for so long.

He should have felt silly, he knew it. There were so many others to worry about, but in that one moment he swore he felt his first connection to his world, his first gift, his first friends death as strongly as if it were the first time again.

"I know love, I'm so sorry." For a moment Harry thought he'd spoken all that aloud, but then he really looked.

His mother's warm hands were cupping his, James had his hand placed protectively on his shoulder. Their son had lost so much in his, relatively, short life. Neither would ever think less of him for grieving for yet more taken. They truly did understand, just as he'd always wished.

He had to swallow a few more times before he was able to pick the book back up. He was not ashamed of the way his voice shook, nor all the memories flashing through his mind of all the precious times he'd had with his owl, cherishing them as he clung to the final moments he had with her.

"And do what Harry?" Sirius was near tears as he asked something so foolish, that he knew himself he'd be doing in the same breath he'd be dragging this kid to safety. "You can't help them now, circling up will only leave you more vulnerable. You have to scatter, it'll keep the most people safe."

Harry bit back the remark he had to at least try, but it would do no good to argue now, so he was already pouring back over the words practically before Sirius had finished.

His dads hold on him tightened, murmuring mostly to himself something about a nice spot at the Burrow. Harry wasn't paying him any mind, his heart still hammering away painfully, his mind already echoing with more grief, this would not be the only loss tonight.

Sirius' mouth opened, then closed. He was never one to admit when he was wrong, but glory he just might this time. Now just didn't seem like it was particularly relevant, of course. If his bike feasibly happened to do that one day, it's not as if he'd have to claim he got the idea from somewhere.

Remus was already on the edge of his seat, shivering so hard he'd swear he was up in the air now. He'd already had a few fleeting thoughts of worry for George, but mostly honestly he hadn't given much thought to anyone's safety except Harry's. He was worried about the boy's only thrown curse being a stunner, fidgeting with nerves that he'd noticed a second Death Eater vanish in pursuit rather than taking advantage and throwing a more powerful curse. Harry would need to be doing a lot more to defend himself soon, or he might not make it back to the ground.

"Lucky them!" James managed a near hysterical smile. He wasn't worried, not at all! Why should he be? His son was safe and alive right beside him, it would take a lot more than this to do anything to Hagrid! It's not as if he should worry about what bodily injury his only child did receive during this, or what was going on with every other party, his soul was being torn in two as his eyes kept flickering from Harry to Remus and back before his guilt could make a final decision.

Sirius didn't even hear him this time, his eyes remained unfocused, still sitting on edge from the very real possibility the next words out of Harry's mouth could stop his heart in place. His bike was honestly forgotten except in being the object to take his godson away from this.

It was killing her to watch her son press on with grief now mingled with fury, her earlier joke now forgotten with no light for a repeat in the situation this button was now being used in.

Harry did manage to look to Sirius then, a connection he'd never in his youth known of dragons and his godfather. There was nothing to collect now though, his face completely settled into an all too familiar mask of concern for Harry to be getting out of this for anything else to be getting through.

"No!" Five horrified people tried to yell at once. Their faith in Hagrid getting Harry out of this not withstanding, none of them were in denial of how this was going to turn out.

Lily buried her face into her hands and still couldn't fight off a scream. Sirius look genuinely betrayed his bike would do that to his godson, James swallowed back yet more vomit and Remus actually startled right out of his seat before sagging back into it in a boneless heap of worry. Harry couldn't blame them, he just kept reading the moment he got his breath back, refusing to let it be snatched away by falling through the air in that sidecar again.

Even after all these years, the vision of a troll still flashed across Harry's mind. He wished for the troll back, dangling from its neck had been a laughable experience compared to this.

Harry had already been grateful he was the one reading before this moment, where he actually liked to think his doing this was reassuring on some level he survived this experience, no matter the white faces around him all clearly thinking something else.

He couldn't help but briefly pause to run his tongue over this same spot now, the taste of blood coming to mind far too easily, not at all helping to draw him out of this memory like he so wished for. Instead he inhaled deeply through his nose for a moment, and instead of the exhaust fumes of the bitter night air, he still smelt a lingering breakfast and a comforting fire, with broom polish and a hint of cinnamon in this now familiar home to help ground him as he persisted this.

It was there again, of course, or had never really left he was sure. He knew he'd always carried memories of Hedwig until this moment and would never forget her.**

"Priorities!" Sirius insisted.

"It's never been one of yours," James responded, completely out of it and teasing on autopilot now.

Nobody responded, all still waiting with baited breath for Harry to announce the rest of his journey continued in one piece.

Harry gaped down at that name with sudden tunnel vision, unable to see anything else but another youth who had no choice but a life of survival after what had been wrongfully done to him. Then he blinked and really put together what he was seeing, and his guard dropped further, he wanted to reach out and hug the man who was practically a stranger to him, but one who didn't deserve the Imperius curse like anyone else.

"Oh, Harry," James sighed deeply, wrapping his arm around his sons neck and pulling him tight for a second, before releasing him just as quickly and not looking his son in the eye. Harry didn't understand, he thought he should feel reprimanded but wasn't quite sure what for. It felt frustrating, that he didn't know what his fathers every gesture meant like those around him did, but he'd get to the bottom of it when he had breath to spare.

Harry shivered in his seat beyond words for what he was feeling now. Relief mingled with more horror managing to be stacked on. If this took pursuit away from his friends somehow, he'd have announced it from the beginning, but at the same time, he still feared for his own life now more than ever.

"Let's not find out," Lily quietly insisted, she'd taken all the fright she could for her morning. They had no clue how far away Tonks' parents lived, but at this rate, not close enough.

Sirius was no more delusional, but now that he could actually feel his heart racing again instead of the dead flat thing it had been before, he put up the appropriately affronted face. "I'm going to kill that man, doing that to my bike! How he dare! Dragon's breath, on my motorcycle-"

"It saved Harry's life," Lily reproved with a shockingly stern look at him, considering she'd never wasted a moment to tell him how much she hated that thing.

He wavered, bit back a few more curses for Hagrid and Arthur doing that to his bike, but couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

Still the silence persisted around Harry, though he could swear it felt accusatory, like they were all just waiting until he was back on the ground to begin scolding him, he could swear it. He still didn't even understand what for to begin his own arguments, he'd done nothing wrong.

Harry tried to force a sense of relief into his words, like he actually believed that, instead of his mounting sense of fear still building, the worst had yet happened.

Sirius' mouth was open, the urge to speak present at all times, but words beyond him. Voldemort had done it again, exceeded the limitations of magic, and he hated him for it.

"Not any time soon," Lily stated with such force, Harry could look away again, remember this wasn't happening this moment. That wasn't what had his mind drowning with worry though, not his own life.

"No! Hagrid!" Harry took to his feet so suddenly he actually lost his balance and flipped over the table, hardly landed for a second, then he was scrambling back to his feet, clearly planning to go to his friend right now!

"Harry, Harry stop!" Someone was restraining him, but Harry didn't care who it was, he just knew he couldn't loose Hagrid too, not after Sirius!

"Hagrid's going to be fine, he'll walk this off like he did dealing with giants, remember?" James had his son pinned to his side, lest he hurt himself or someone else in his delirium to get to a friend who was not here.

Harry didn't seem aware of the exact words, but his dad speaking in such a soothing tone in his ear reigned in the majority of his hysteria. He couldn't finish though, frozen in place as he was, still all to aware that could have been the last time he'd see another, sacrificing themselves for him, again.

Someone had kept going for him, his mother he belatedly recognized her voice, with fiery determination he was too numb to feel.

Harry still didn't have his breath back, nor did anyone else it seemed as silence lasted only a moment before everyone conclusively filed this away for, 'after Harry was in danger.' As if that were ever a thing.

Lily finished with a shuddering breath, tossing the book to Remus so that she could do all she was able in soothing her only child of this recurring nightmare.

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*I freely admit to stumbling across this as fanmade, though I was unable to trace back to the proper origin of it. I think it might have been on Tumblr and I saved it to my documents. Either way, I don't take credit for it, but it sure is funny as hell, I couldn't not use it.

**Everyone always makes fun of what Harry named his kids, but who wants to bet he actually got another snow owl and named her/ him Hedwig too? Cause that one actually makes me naww.

Wow, four chapters in and we already have two character deaths, Hagrid being a possible third. There really was no messing around with this one.