Sable asked, and a new chapter she received. It certainly didn't help that the muse was in a nice mood since I finally got out one of the final chapters for IWHGH today. It's been fighting me for a few weeks, and sadly there isn't much left after this chapter. If anyone's interested it's "It Was Her Ginger Hair" it's my Ginny/ Theo fic and it is my rare pair baby.

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The room is thick with silence after Ron's proposal, no one moves, and Remus ignores Peter's soft whimpers.

Minerva clears her throat and then says, "I for one would like to see these memories."

"I agree with Minerva," Mad-Eye grunts, it's the first time he's spoken since he entered the room, and Remus almost forgot he's here, Kingsley is a silent presence beside him, mouth clamped shut.

Mad-Eye has blond, shaggy hair that covers his ears, one clear blue eye and the magical one in place of the eye he had lost a few years back on the job. The magical eye moved in a sporadic fashion, and Remus would watch it more often but staring was rude, grossly so. Moody is buff, his arm muscles make the fabric around his biceps stretch, and his left leg is gone just below his knee, but you can't tell that he has a mechanical replacement since his robes and trousers hide it.

Kingsley is dark skinned, as dark as the night sky itself, with bright white teeth and kind eyes. He tends to only wear the colour purple, and he's quite muscular even though he's just over six feet tall.

"Not now," Dumbledore says firmly, "another day, for now they'll stay at Potter Manor. Until we can decide what else to do," Dumbledore catches James's look and says, "that is final Mister Potter."

"Mum is going to love this," James grumbles under his breath and Remus elbows him when he joins his side.

James shoots him a dirty look, and Remus's ears pick up Harry whispering to Hermione and Ron, "Potter Manor?"

A few moments later and they're all leaving, and Remus overhears Moody telling Minerva, "well until this mess is cleared up, we'll be taking the boy, see if there is any merit to their claims...a spot of Veritaserum should do the trick. We'll keep it hush as well...you know as well as I that there are eyes in the Ministry."

Remus feels a sharp stab of pain prodding and jabbing his heart as he turns his back and walks away from Peter. He sees out of his peripherals that James is levitating Sirius's unconscious body behind him. The trio is following a short distance behind them, and it doesn't take long for them to get out of the house and outside of the apparation boundary.

James sighs before he gruffly grabs a hold of Sirius's floating arm, and Remus also places a hand on Sirius.

Remus turns to his left and he's met with her warm brown eyes, swirling with uncertainty and yet there is an underlying warmth and kindness to them. He takes a deep breath and holds his hand out, gesturing for her to take it.

After a moment she takes it, easily slipping her other into Harry's, who is leaning on Ron.

Remus sucks in deeply through his nostrils, and his senses are filled, consumed by her scent. She smells like caramel and vanilla, and it comforts him, making him feel right at home.

Remus shakes his head as James grunts out that he's about to apparate them out, so to be prepared. Remus doesn't even get a chance to get his wits about him before the nauseating, sucking feeling in his gut hits him, and then, a violent crack strikes the air and the six wix vanish.


Hermione gasps when they are spat out onto the grass, she stumbles a few steps forward, but a strong tug helps right her once more. She glances at the source of her aid and smiles gratefully at the sandy haired wizard.

She swallows thickly and tries to calm down her heart rate, painfully aware that he can hear it, and for some reason she really, really doesn't want him to know that he is affecting her in any shape and or fashion. Especially when he tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth or when he plays with his lips ring. It's downright sinful and she's looked away every time she sees him do it; otherwise she knows she'll simply stare at him like a mindless guppy.

Hermione clears her throat and withdraws her hand hurriedly from his large, warm one. Feeling its loss immediately, but she dare not linger a second longer than appropriate for people that had just met.

I suppose I have the unfair advantage of knowing about him before all this mess happened, Hermione thinks wryly. Though, if this is a different dimension...no matter how similar it seems to be, then there must be some differences.

Hermione checks on Harry and Ron, and when she sees that they are both in one piece she turns her attention to her surroundings.

A vast, stately manor lays before them, painted white with a red trim snaking around the house. Most of the glass windows are open, and cream curtains are gently blowing out the window with the substantial spot of wind that has picked up. There is a cobblestone path leading past beautifully kept gardens to the front steps, which have black metal rails that follow onto the bannister that surrounds the front porch.

There are all manners of fauna and shrubbery in the gardens, from marigolds to roses and Hermione wonders how they are all in bloom at the same time despite the cold weather.

Her body seems to register the frigid air surrounding them as soon as she thinks about it, and thankfully it isn't raining.

Hermione takes a peek at Harry, and her heart blooms at Harry's awestruck expression. That's right, he would have grown up here...if not for...well...Hermione sobers a bit at the thought and remembers that in this time the War is only now beginning and whether they like it or not, they have been thrust right in the thick of it.

With that morbid thought in mind she follows the Marauders towards the Manor, reaching behind her, and breathing out softly when she feels Harry's hand slip into hers.

Well I guess we'll just have to face it together, like always, Hermione thinks as her sneakers scuff across the cobblestones.

When they get inside, Hermione sees that it is more elaborate inside, directly in front of the foyer is a grand staircase, with an intricate and massive diamond chandelier glittering in the little light that the day has provided.

She can't see what is left or right of the foyer, but she suspects she'll soon find out.

Hermione stiffens when a small pop sounds in her ears and she sees a wide eyed House Elf peering at all of them. She shakes her head at a soft question James asks her, her ears flopping this way and the next, and she then proceeds to place her hands on her hips and then stomp her left foot.

She shoots James a displeased look as she smooths down the front of her impeccably smooth, white apron that is decorated with a tiny lace trim, and she has a simple white cloth tie on her head, a navy blue dress that had sleeves that come just below her elbows, and exposes her ankles so that you can see her shiny black shoes.

"Well, it seems that Dumbly has asked you to stay without permission, so Mipsy will be sure to give him a good talking to next time he's round," Mipsy says, tutting as she snaps her fingers and Sirius disappears.

"Master Black is in his room," Mipsy nods curtly, and then turns her attention back to all of them.

"Mipsy shall go tell Mistress you are all here, and based on Mistress's instructions Mipsy will ready your rooms or give you some treats and provisions before you go on your way," Mipsy says with a warm smile, and Hermione can't do anything but blink.

Mipsy then disappears with a small pop and a snap.

Ron whistles lowly, "I like Mipsy."

There is an awkward silence as they wait in the foyer, and Ron decides to break the ice.

"Sorry about Pettigrew, I am," Ron says and Remus and James don't say anything, they only stare at the ginger, though at least Remus nods stiffly.

"This place is amazing," Harry murmurs and James finally opens his mouth, brow furrowed.

"What? Have you never been here before?"

"No," Harry shakes his head, enraptured but everything, currently gaping at the chandelier.

"Well where did you grow up then?" Remus asks, and Hermione knows it's an innocent question, but she can't help the growl that rips involuntarily from her throat.

"He grew up in an abusive home, locked under the stairs mostly and detested for simply being a wizard," Hermione snarls, and she sees that the light in Harry's eyes flickers, and she wants to take back everything she's just said but it's too late.

"Hermione…" Harry trails off.

"I'm sorry...just...being honest," Hermione sighs.

"He was raised by Lily's sister and her red faced husband, Vermont or something like that," Ron adds, grimacing.

"Vernon," Harry corrects gently.

"You were raised by Petunia?" James says in horror, and Harry doesn't meet his gaze, but a mocking smile touches his lips.

"Yea, until I went to Hogwarts really, and then I found my true family-" Harry starts, but he's cut off as they hear heels clicking against the light hardwoods.

Appearing around the corner to the right, comes a women with waist length, wavy, black as ink hair, and striking grey eyes. She looks regal, and Hermione almost feels the need to curtsey. Hermione can't tell how old she is, and she can sense the woman's magic from here. She's dangerous, she's powerful but there's a kindness to her as well.

"Mipsy tells me that Dumbledore has sent you to stay with us, without permission of course, but from what I hear one of you looks remarkably like-" the woman halts in what she's saying as she catches sight of Harry. Her mouth falls open in gentle surprise, eyebrows slightly raised, and delight fills her features. "Looks remarkably like James. It seems like the information I got from Minerva in that brief floo call seems to be accurate. Oh, look at you. Your eyes are like Lily's aren't they? I guess that proves that in at least in one dimension my boy was skilled enough to get the girl to marry him."

"Sorry...who are you?" Ron asks after a moment of quiet.

"How terribly rude of me," the woman gasps, walking forward and stopping directly in front of Harry. "My name is Dorea Potter neé Black. Harry's grandmother."


I couldn't help myself. I just needed to have Dorea in the story, okay? Along with a few other choice people.

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