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Right, I know it's been way, way too long. I'm really sorry. Real life has been hectic, and school has been madness. Stress and lack of time gave me a really bad case of writer's block, and I wrote and re-wrote one small scene for this chapter about seven times and hated each one. Apparently the muse is making up for lost time and doesn't care that it's almost 2:30 AM.

I have exams in a couple weeks, so I'll be busy for a little while longer, and then hopefully I should have a lot more time to write properly.

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Saturday, April 14th, 1979

Potter Manor

Remus Lupin's Bedroom

I'm going to tell her, Remus thinks to himself. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, delicately clutching a photograph.

Reginald Finch had sent all the photographs he'd taken at the wedding last night and Dorea had been over the moon when she walked into the Drawing Room with them. She told them all that they could keep one single one for them personally, but she wanted a copy and that she was going to put them all up in a lovely album she'd been handmaking with Mipsy's help.

Remus can't stop looking at the photograph, it makes his heart swell every time he looks at it, and a wave of intense emotion that should scare him rises to the surface.

The edges of the picture are soft, and the point of interest is just off centre to the right with the background a blur of happy colours.

It's a photograph of Hermione and himself taken from the side and from slightly behind them—Hermione's face is flushed and her face breaks out into a breathtaking grin. Then picture Remus spins Hermione around and she clings to him, tighter and tighter.

He remembers that moment clearly, how happy he was. How right it felt to hold her in his arms. It was taken right after the first time they kissed.

Remus takes in a deep breath and exhales heavily through his nostrils. I have to tell her, Remus thinks. It's Hermione...she'll...understand. Or at least she won't run away screaming.

Sighing he carefully places the photograph on his bedside table, he might as well go and find his witch.


Tap. Tap. Tap. Hermione's left index finger taps away aggressively at the wooden desk she is leaning on.

"I have to tell them," Hermione murmurs.

"Don't you mean that we have to tell them?" Ron asks from beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets, leaning against the desk with one ankle crossed over the other.

"How do we tell them?" Harry juts in, "we haven't told them up until this point...it could be seen as a massive betrayal."

"We never lied to anyone," Ron points out as he pushes up off of the desk, slowly pacing in front of his two best mates.

"A lie by omission is still a lie," Hermione snorts frustratedly.

"It's not something you bring up in casual conversation, Mione!" Ron exclaims, "oh, we're from the future. We know about a lot of shite that would curl your toes in horror and fright. Oh, those fancy and nasty little buggers called horcruxes, don't know if you've heard bout 'em...but guess what, Voldemort's got seven. Well six for now, Harry was one of them."

"Don't be a prat, Ronald. Of course that's not what I meant," Hermione snarls, stepping forward with the tips of her hair sparking.

"We didn't know what we were dealing with. It's perfectly reasonable that we didn't show our entire hand all in one go," Ron bites back.

Harry stands in between them, watching as their bickering starts to get more heated, and it's after one particularly nasty quip from Hermione that he decides to step in.

With a quick swish of his wand he freezes them both in place, and he promptly ignores the death glare Hermione is giving him.

"It doesn't matter that we kept the horcruxes a secret. Ron is right, we didn't tell them immediately for a good reason. Hermione is also right. We should have told them all by now...well maybe not everyone…but Dorea...Charlus, Lily, James, Remus and Sirius...we need to tell them."

Harry pushes his glasses further back on the bridge of his nose, adjusting the collar of his shirt before looking between the ginger and brunette and giving them both a curt nod. With a flick of his wrist and a muttered incantation they are both free.

Harry tucks his wand into his back pocket and raises his eyebrows.

"So we're in agreement then, we need to tell them?"

As soon as Hermione hears the voice, she curses herself internally for not putting up locking charms when Harry and Ron came in.

"Tell who what?"

Hermione scrunches up her nose and wipes her palms nervously on her thighs, adjusting the waistband of her black culottes before greeting their guest, "Remus."

"Tell who what, Hermione?" Remus repeats, brow furrowing as he crosses his arms over his chest.

She tries to ignore the fact that he looks really fit today in a tight white long sleeved shirt and high waisted jeans.

"All of you...we've been keeping something from you all and it's about time we told you," Hermione says slowly with a nervous timbre to her voice.

Remus lets out a short kind of anxious bark of a laugh, "that sounds extremely cryptic."

"I think we should gather everyone in the Drawing Room...it'd be best if we told everyone all at the same time," Hermione responds, tucking a loose curl behind her ear as she cautiously strides towards her boyfriend. This was not how she pictured this happening.

There had been countless scenarios in which she and her boys would tell everyone about the horcruxes and how Voldemort couldn't be killed that easily, not by a long shot. Perhaps there would be some outrage at how they had tarried in relaying the information, or general fear and apprehension of the daunting task ahead. None of them ever started quite like this.

Hermione swallows thickly when she reaches Remus, her hand trembling as she reaches out to touch his cheek, "I wanted to tell you sooner...I...we just couldn't find the right time," Hermione whispers.

"It can't be that bad, Hermione," Remus says as he places his hands on her upper arms sending tingles throughout her body.

"Trust me, Baby. It is that bad."


An uncomfortable silence settles over the wix, everyone is stunned, gobsmacked, shocked, flabbergasted.

They had all been so confused when they were brought into the Drawing Room, it is a gorgeous sunny day so everyone had been in the Sun Room trying to soak up a bit of the bright sunshine despite the slightly chilly tinge still clinging to the air.

When Hermione, Ron and Harry began to speak all of the confused smiles turned into deep frowns, which then bled into grim faces of disbelief and concern.

"Horcruxes. Seven of them?" Dorea says in a horrified whisper, instinctively moving into Charlus's side and threading her fingers through his.

"Yes…" Hermione murmurs, nodding her head and wrapping her arms around herself in a comforting embrace.

"Fuck," Charlus swears, gathering his wife into his arms and shakes his head in a baffled sort of shock.

The younger wix have all been silent until that moment, which is when Frank breaks the silence, "I'm a little confused, what is a...horcrux, exactly. I get that they make him invincible, but how did he make them? Why seven? How do you destroy them?"

Ron pipes up, rubbing a hand across his head distractedly as he talks, "well we should correct part of what we told you. At this current moment there are five, the sixth was one he 'made', um, unintentionally, and the seventh wasn't until he came back during the second wizarding war."

"How do you make such a despicable thing unintentionally?" Dorea asks out of morbid curiousity.

"When you try to kill the boy who a prophecy says will one day defeat you and his Mother jumps in front of you thus causing an Avada Kedavra to rebound and kill you instead...and then part of your soul latches itself onto the only living thing left. A one year old boy who is then forever scarred with a lightning bolt on his forehead," Harry says in a dead tone, refusing to look at anyone, his head bowed as he stares at his feet with great interest.

"W-What?" Lily stumbles to say, taking an instinctual step towards the raven haired boy.

"Well, he picked me, because as some of you know someone overheard the prophecy being told, and he wanted to nip the problem—me—in the bud. It could have been me or Neville Longbottom and he picked me."

Frank and Alice look as if they wish to ask something, but instead Frank gathers Alice close to him and kisses the top of her head. Both clearly in silent agreement that they didn't want to ask any questions that they probably wouldn't like the answer to. It seems like they both need a moment to let the information sink in before they inquire about their son in another dimension and their fates.

"Your Mother jumped in front of a killing curse?" Charlus asks softly, and Harry can only nod dumbly in response.

"My Dad...he was wandless and he tried to stop Voldemort. He was practically defenseless and he tried to buy time so my Mum and I could escape," Harry adds gently, clearing his throat and still avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.

"Merlin's beard," Dorea mumbles, gripping Charlus tightly as her knees wobble slightly.

"You never told us how old...how old we, well they were when they died," Lily says in a strangely calm tone, and Harry finally looks up. One pair of bright green eyes boring into another.

"Twenty-one," Harry deadpans, blinking rapidly and balling his hands up into fists, his knuckles turning a starch white almost instantly.

"Fuck," Sirius says. The first time he's said anything since they entered the room.

After a lengthy and tense pause, Ron speaks up once more, "we aren't one hundred percent sure exactly how you make a horcrux. All we know is what they are, where they were when we destroyed them and how to destroy them."

"Thank Circe for that," Dorea says.

"We aren't sure if they are in the same places in this dimension. All we can do is hope they are," Hermione says in a confident tone, thankfully no one seems too upset that they hadn't told them sooner. Although Remus hasn't really looked at Hermione during all of this.

"How do you destroy them?" Emmeline and Alice ask simultaneously.

"Fiendfyre, Basilisk venom, and we used the Sword of Godric Gryffindor that had been coated in Basilisk venom after Harry killed the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in our second year," Ron supplies quickly.

"Sorry?" Remus asks, scratching behind his ear.

"Harry killed-"

"A Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets?" Sirius exclaims loudly, "fuck that is mental. Bloody awesome but still fucking mental. Like Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? The Chamber of Secrets?" Sirius did a tiny hop of excitement, seeming to forget all about the severity of the situation that they were in. "I told you, Prongs. I told you it existed...though I suppose that it's a good thing we never found it if there's a real life Basilisk down there."

"Sirius Black, you are ridiculous I swear," Lily groans in exasperation.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I just want to add that this isn't all bad then," Charlus says, straightening up and Hermione can see a sparkle of hope and mirth back in his hazel orbs.

"Why? You want to slay a Basilisk?" Sirius asks with a little too much enthusiasm.

"No," Charlus replies with a smirk, shrugging casually.

Dorea lets out a tiny giggle, and then nudges her husband gently, and he walks over to the armchair a few feet away from them and takes a seat, dragging his wife with him; Dorea sits sideways on his lap and pats his cheek affectionately.

Everyone frowns, clearly not following.

"Cause I can control and use fiendfyre," Charlus smiles, "and I can teach you."