I am so sorry that this took so long to post! It has been way too long, I know. I was really busy this month, and this chapter was hard to write.

This chapter contains very dark elements. Very dark. You have been warned.

Elizabeth and Minerva exited the room together, both happy to have overcome the argument. If an outsider were to see them, they would see both witches shared the same look of joy and relief in their eyes. Even though they were not directly related, anyone could tell the bond they shared. They were related by the love they shared as mother and child, not by blood or biology.

Remus was beyond relieved when he heard the news. It was torture, keeping the secret from Elizabeth. They were close, and this had been a serious test for their relationship. She was probably his favorite student, and he had been her favorite teacher. He hated keeping the truth from her and had been feeling guilty since the moment Dumbledore had told him the plan.

"I forgive you, Remus. You had my best interests at heart, I know you wouldn't have done it to hurt me." Elizabeth said after he heard the good news.

"I would never do such a thing, Elizabeth. And I am very relieved to know that you and Minerva had made up." He replied, hugging her.

Ginny was proud of her. "You did it. I knew you could." She said, hugging her as she came down the stairs.

"Thanks to you, Gin. I don't know if I could have found the courage otherwise." Elizabeth said. Then, she got a very happy surprise coming down the stairs.

"Hermione!" she cried when she saw her.

"Surprise! I came when you were talking to Professor McGonagall. Lupin flooed to my house, and my parents allowed me to come to stay here for the summer." She explained as they hugged.

"That's what the other bed is for!" Elizabeth said.

"Exactly. The fourth is for someone named Nymphadora Tonks. She's Sirius's cousin, I think. She's a member of the Order. She's got her own place, but meetings can go long some nights, and it's not safe to be traveling alone at night right now. She'll sleep here if need be." Ginny told her.

"Dinner time!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the kitchen. The three girls walked into the dining room, all eager to eat the Weasley's matriarch's delicious food.

The table was huge. It had to be, so it would fit everyone. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Minerva, Remus, Sirius, Malcolm, the real Moody, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Elizabeth, and even Dumbledore. There was even room for more.

"Expanding table charm. It works like a wonder." Sirius told her as she sat down.

"Smart." she replied.

As everyone was served, Elizabeth discovered that Harry had gotten himself in a spot of trouble. While they were at Privet Drive, the pair had gone out for a walk to help clear Harry's head. Unfortunately, they were attacked by two dementors. They had run down a tunnel in an effort to get back to the Dursley house, and along the way, Dudley, Harry's awful cousin had joined them, when the dementors caught up to them. Sirius was almost immediately incapacitated, due to his twelve-year stint in Azkaban. Dudley was quickly taken down as well, leaving Harry to battle the dementors on his own.

"I did the only thing I could think of." he said between bites of lasagna.

"Your Patronus?" Elizabeth asked. He nodded.

"What was it?" Ron asked excitedly.

"A stag." Harry replied, smiling with a hint of pride.

"Just like his dad. And, it was his first-ever full-grown Patronus. I was so proud." Sirius said with a very proud and happy grin. Harry smiled, too.

"I'll bet the Ministry didn't take kindly to that use of magic." Moody predicted. He was slightly unnerving to Elizabeth, he was so tough and boisterous, it was intimidating. And his proclamations of paranoia and his enemies weren't exactly helping that.

Harry's face darkened, and he looked down to his plate. Sirius cleared his throat, and said, "We got a letter, saying he was kicked out of school. But it's not definite! We aren't going down without a fight, and there's a hearing in place for him. We're going, and I'll be damned if they kick you out, Harry."

Elizabeth let out a little gasp at the news. She knew how he was feeling. "I'm so sorry, Harry." she said. He just nodded and mumbled a thank you.

A comfortable silence fell over the table after that. Elizabeth knew that she had to start talking about the things she had kept from her friends and Minerva, but wasn't quite sure how to go about it now. Compared to Harry's current pressing problem, her own history didn't seem as important.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Moody solved the problem.

"I never got a clear answer on this, but I want to know why you," he pointed to Elizabeth, "knew that the wards had fallen at Hogwarts that night, and how to fix them."

Elizabeth swallowed as many sets of eyes turned towards her. She cleared her throat.

"I was there when the spell was put in place. It was the first spell my mother ever taught me."

Most of the people there already knew her connection to the wards, but Moody looked enlightened. Dumbledore looked thoughtful, and he then spoke, "We were very lucky to have you that night, Elizabeth. There must be many things you know from your time that we do not. After all, we know there are things you can already do that we cannot."

She nodded. "I suppose."

Moody didn't look convinced. "Anything else you're keeping from us that could be useful? We're at war, you know. If there's anything else in that head of yours that you're keeping secret, we need to know."

Mrs. Weasley grew angry. "She's a child, Alastor! You aren't suggesting she get caught up in this?"

"Regardless of age, she could be useful to us!" Moody retorted.

"She doesn't need to be exposed to war!"

Elizabeth loudly set her cup down on the table. "Stop it! I've already been exposed to war! If I can help in this one, I'll do whatever I can!" She shouted, even though everyone else was silent. "Sorry." she apologized, feeling a little embarrassed.

Everyone around her just had different levels of shock on their faces. Mrs. Weasley looked downright horrified, Minerva startled and surprised. Remus and Sirius both had their mouths wide open. Ron looked at her in shock, Hermione had a look of disbelief and fear on her face. Ginny looked her in the eye, her surprise piercing Elizabeth's heart in guilt.

Dumbledore was the one to speak. "If you can, could you please enlighten us?" he asked. Elizabeth took in a shaky breath and nodded.

'The world I was born into was very violent. Danger was around every corner. There was war all around the castle. This was before the wards were set up. Once, there was a breach, and a mob of muggles made it onto the grounds., I'm sorry, I don't know how to describe it." She apologized. She truly didn't know how. How could she put war into words?

"I think I know a way." Remus offered.

"What?" Elizabeth asked.

"There's a spell, one that Lily knew years ago and taught me. If I touch my wand to your temple, I can broadcast the memory to all of us. We'd be able to watch it, like the Pensieve." he explained. Sirius's face pinched at the mention of his fallen friend.

Elizabeth was unsure. The memory was ingrained into her memory and still gave her nightmares. Could she really show it to everyone here? She looked around the table and saw everyone's faces.

She had started this for a reason. They needed to know. Keeping the secret for so long had been so hard. If she didn't do it now, would she ever?

"Okay." she said.

Mrs. Weasley sent all her children out, along with Harry and Hermione. She said that they didn't need to see it. They all protested heavily. But secretly, Elizabeth was relieved. It'd be a little bit easier now. She hoped that the adults would take it better than her friends.

Anyways, she was sure they would eavesdrop.

Remus got up, said the incantation, and placed his wand to her temple. A light emitted from her head, and spread to the opposite wall, spreading across it. Elizabeth's memory was broadcast like a moving photograph, and the rage of the war she had witnessed was on display for everyone to see.

There was darkness. Then, there were screams.

The image cleared a little, and the majestic Hogwarts school was shown to be under siege. The view was from a tower, looking out at the grounds. There was a mob of angry people storming the grounds below, holding torches and weapons of all kinds. There was shouting and yelling from them as they entered, cries of witchcraft leaving their lips.

Then, students and professors ran out of the school to meet them. All had their hands ignited with golden light, and the words they spoke drifted up to the tower.

The battle then ensued. A horrible, bloody, battle. Blow upon blow, spell after spell, death after death. The image stayed the same for so long, the battle still being seen, it appeared that the Elizabeth who saw this was frozen in place, unable to move away.

She only did when a redheaded man and brunette woman was spotted on the field, protecting the students as best they could. There was an audible gasp when she saw the man pinned down by an angry man with a shining torch.

The scene became shaky and trembling as the past Elizabeth ran. The corridors of Hogwarts she ran through were terrifyingly empty, most of the students were out fighting. As she ran, the volume of the noise increased, curses and screams of pain meeting Elizabeth's ears much clearer.

She must have arrived on the top of the steps at the entrance to the school, as the scene that was portrayed was level to the line of sight, compared to what was seen earlier.

What was seen here was even worse. There were bodies strewn about the steps, both muggle and magical. Blood was everywhere, staining the once spotless stairs. Once again, the scene did not change, meaning Elizabeth was too paralyzed to move. Who could blame her, for what she was witnessing?

Soon enough, things shifted. She was looking for her parents. She started to run. She slipped and landed in a pool of blood. The scene became slightly misty. Tears. There was a little voice heard.

"Please…" suddenly, the image of a young man, only around fifteen, with a gaping wound in his stomach was all that could be seen. There was blood pouring from him. Possibly the same blood she had slipped in.

"I want to go home," he said. His image grew closer, she had moved closer to him. He took her hand, despite the blood on his.

"I'll find help." a childish whisper said. The voice was so eerie to Elizabeth's own, for it as hers, but this one was more high pitched and fearful.

She was running again after that. She tore through the crowd, going mostly unseen because of how small she was, being so young. She did look up to people's faces, and what she saw was something unforgettable.

There was pure, unbridled hatred in the muggle's eyes. They truly wanted her kind dead. And, in the wizards and witches' eyes, there was terror. They didn't want to be doing this. They just wanted to live. And that meant going to a rageful war.

She did eventually find her parents. Her father, though bloodied and bruised, was still alive. He had a cut on his neck that bled some, but he was still fighting. Her mother was blasting spell after spell, not to kill, but to keep the muggles away.

Both of them were horrid when they saw her. They asked what she was doing, she said that she saw her father being pinned, and needed to know if he was alive. Her father took her in his arms, and in the blink of an eye, teleported her away to safety.

She was sent to the safely barricaded room that Helena and Augustus were hiding in, along with the youngest students. From there she was kept until the end of the battle. What she had seen though, would go remembered forever.

The next day all the students were gathered in the Great Hall with the staff. The number of empty spaces there were…

The memory came to a close at that point.

Nobody spoke.

To be continued...