AN: I wish I could make this chapter a little longer, but I kind of ran out of steam, and had to push just to get it this long. Okay, yes, first contact, Harry finally meets some of his birth family, and Amelia gets involved too, etcetera, etcetera. I hope everything flows well, but knowing me, I'll have bolloxed something up along the way, so forgive me for whatever that is. I also hope Lily and James seem like actual people and not caricatures or whatever, and I haven't really finalised Rose's or Brian's personality, but the shape is beginning to appear here. Blegh! I'm tired, it's half five in the morning and- oh, one more thing, Origin in the previous chapter is the Harry from my other fic series, Fate's Gamble. The reason for this is, despite the name 'Origin' being randomly plucked out of the air, a number of readers thought it would be him, and kept suggesting it until I literally could not think of it being anyone else. Think of him as an Unspeakable OC if you want to, he's not really relevant to this story at all, and the chances of him turning up again here are remote at best. So there, hope that makes you guys happy.
Beta'd by: NIX'S WARDEN
Chapter 5 – First Contact
Isis gleefully danced from stall to stall, investigating something at each one, whether it be a trinket that caught her eye, or some snack that looked rather tasty. Despite her bright and sunny actions though, her attention was focused on the pair that followed slowly behind her.
Anyone, simply by looking at them, would be able to see that Harry and Reinforce were close. It was nothing overt, no 'matching outfits' or anything that simply screamed 'couple' or anything, but the way they slightly leaned towards each other, the way their hands brushed against each other, the way they discussed something that had caught the eye of one or both of them, and even the identical indulgent smiles they directed towards Isis whenever she caught their attention.
She felt a stab of jealousy at that.
It hurt a little, knowing that no matter how much she tried to be 'perfect' for her master, the one who'd given her another chance at life after Quirrel had cut it short, she would never be able to match up to Reinforce. For goodness sake, they even looked a little similar, especially with the broad silver streak in Harry's hair and his single red eye.
"Everything okay, Isis?" Harry asked, which made said unicorn familiar blink in surprise.
She looked up to see Harry eyeing her with concern, and Reinforce also looked worried about how distracted she was. The cat on Harry's head, however, Bast, gave Isis what could only be called a 'knowing' look, being well aware of what was on her mind.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just... you know, kinda worried about the whole 'Potters' thing." She replied with a shrug.
Harry and Reinforce exchanged a look – sending another stab through Isis' heart – before their features smoothed out and gave Isis a smile.
"It's something that's simply going to happen now, we've already come this far." Reinforce said.
"We're stepping into the unknown." Harry added. "It's logical to be worried, but if the worst comes to pass, at least we've got a back up plan, and a back up plan for that back up plan."
Isis sheepishly rubbed at the back of her head. "Yeah, I know. If Britain doesn't work, we have Japan, and if have to go further, well, there's always Mid-Childa, eh?"
"Exactly." Harry agreed. "Still, I want to give things a chance, so I can at least say I tried."
Isis chuckled, before swooping down to pick Harry up. She pulled him in close for a hug, 'accidentally' stuffing his face in her cleavage as she span him round several times before putting him back on his face.
"Oh, that's my adorable and awesome master for you!" She pumped her fist. "Don't worry about anything, your devoted servant Isis is here to attend to your each and every need." She purred out suggestively, one hand resting high on his thigh.
Harry's face was bright red, and interestingly enough so was Reinforce's, as he spluttered a moment, looking to one side.
"I'm too young for anything like that, Isis, at least wait until I'm older before even mentioning it." Harry managed to get out.
"What, you need to be an adult to get a massage now?" She asked, pleased with the deadpan looks she got in reply, as well as the twitching eyes. "Or did you think I meant something else? Oh, naughty, naughty, Harry! Though I wouldn't say no to that either."
"Okay, let's move on, we're attracting attention." Harry muttered, grabbing Isis' hand and dragging her off to where they weren't getting stared at and whispered about by people walking by, or at least where the only reason they'd be stared at was due to their exotic appearance and Isis's...'lacking' attire."
"Yeah, but remember, Harry, if we do go to Japan, the age of consent there is thirteen!" Isis giggled out, while thoroughly enjoying the grip Harry had on her hand, even if it wasn't romantic in nature.
"Damn horny unicorn." Harry muttered under his breath.
"And don't you forget it." Isis smirked at him, earning a huff of mixed exasperation and amusement from her master.
xxxxx
Rose Evans was running excitedly around the open air market with a big grin on her face. The reason she was so happy? Well, considering her own house was in the middle of nowhere, being in a town was simply so new, even if she had been to one several times before.
Her mum had given her some money to spend, told her that they would be meeting up at a certain restaurant for lunch later, and then she'd been set loose.. So, in typical 'kid' fashion, she'd left almost before her mum had finished talking, and had already started looking at anything and everything that caught her eye.
"Oof!" She found the breath knocked out of her as she collided with someone and fell on her butt.
Quickly getting to her feet and brushing herself down, Rose began to give her apology. "Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was go- Brian?"
"Hmm? Something the matter?" The person she'd bumped into asked.
"It's nothing, you just look like my brother." Rose replied, taking another look at the boy in front of her. "I mean, he has black hair and green eyes, and he's about your height, and... Huh, I think that's it, why'd I think you were him?" She wondered, as she began to take note of the differences between Brian and the boy in front of her.
For one, Brian would never let his hair get that long, saying that boys with long hair were 'sissies' and 'girly'. Also, this boy had a red left eye, which was kinda cool, and that side of his face also had a few faint scars on it. His eyes themselves were also slightly slanted, like a cats.
"Huh, you're kinda hot." She said, before realising what she said and clapped a hand over a mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that!"
The boy blinked in surprise. "Th-that's alright, it was an honest compliment, and I'm happy to accept it as such." He seemed taken off balance by her words, but then again, who wouldn't be? "Anyway, I think I should apologise as well, I wasn't really looking where I was going either, so it's not your fault that we bumped into each other."
"Ah, it's okay." Rose waved him off. "Let's just say it was both our faults." She was happy that the boy – who was rather attractive, a small part of her mind couldn't help but admit – seemed willing to agree with her on that. "Anyway, where are my manners, after bumping into you like that I should at least give you my name. How do you do, I'm Rose Evans."
The boy gave her a curious look. "Your manners aren't lacking, there's really no need to introduce yourself to a stranger merely due to a small accident. Regardless, however, if you gave me your name, courtesy dictates I should give you mine. I am Harry, Harry... Ritter." He hesitated on the surname, though Rose barely paid attention to it.
"That sounds German." She commented. "Ah, not that that's a bad thing or anything..." She trailed off as Harry laughed.
"It does sound German, doesn't it, yes, and I'm not offended." Harry shook his head.
"Hey, Harry, where the bloody heck have you wandered off too!" A voice called out, one that must have been familiar to Harry, as he called out to them over his shoulder. It was at that point that Rose noticed the cat that was on his shoulder, and how it seemed to be staring at her with a calculating look in its eyes, making a shiver run down her spine.
"Over here, Isis, and you're the one that wandered off, dragging Rein with you as well!" Harry admonished whoever was looking for him, though Rose could hear the amusement laced in his tone.
Rose turned to see who this 'Isis' person was, but when she did, her jaw hit the ground. 'Isis', it seemed, was a tall, leggy, woman, with waist length pure white hair, and intense blue eyes. This was not what caught her attention though, and no, it wasn't her generous chest either, it was how she was dressed.
The pale-skinned woman wore white boots that went up to just past her knees, as well as a small pair of white denim short shorts, and her upper body was 'clothed', if it could be called that, in a white, sleeveless waistcoat with a dip in the neck that left plenty of cleavage exposed, as well as her midriff. To finish it off, she wore white fingerless gloves, and had a single braid in her fringe.
"Talk about a knock-out." Rose whistled under her breath, but it appeared Isis had heard her anyway.
"Aren't you a little young to be talking like that? Aren't you, what, ten or so?" Isis asked, ignoring Harry's mutterings about how she usually acted around him.
"Yep, I'm ten, and I will be eleven this August, but what does that have to do with appreciating beauty?" She challenged.
Isis gave her a long considering look. "I think I like you, kid, you know what's good, and that's good with me." Isis gave her a grin, before she was whacked over the head by another woman, this one looking roughly the same age, maybe a little younger, than Isis. She had silver hair and red eyes, the same colour as the streak in Harry's hair and his left eye.
She wondered if they were related.
"Isis, no corrupting young children with your perversion, it's bad enough that you can't keep your hands to yourself, we don't need it spreading." The woman, Rose thought her name was 'Rein' or something, reprimanded the white-haired woman.
"But what if I want to be corrupted?" Rose couldn't help but ask.
Rein blinked in surprise. "Then at least wait until your older, and away from this pervert." She said.
"Okay." Rose nodded. "Oh, and I'm Rose, Rose Evans." She introduced herself again.
"Isis Ritter." Isis introduced herself.
"Reinforce Ritter." The silver-haired Unison Device added on.
"Are you lot family?" Rose asked.
"Yes, you could say that." Harry agreed. "There's two more though. Loki's not here, but this here is Bast." He indicated the cat on his shoulder. "We're currently having a holiday of sorts, that's why we're in Canada."
"Really?" Rose asked. "Then I can show you around!" She ignored the voice in the back of her head that told her she didn't really know the place all that well, but she at least knew it better than a group of foreigners would.
xxxxx
"Where is she?" Lily wondered, looking at her watch. "We said to meet up here for lunch at half twelve, didn't we?"
"Calm down, Lils, she's barely five minutes late, she'll be here soon enough. You know what kids are like, she'll have found something interesting and will head here straight away when she sees what time it is." James calmed his wife down.
"I knew we shouldn't have let her wander off by herself." Lily worried. "I mean, she has that hidden portkey in case something happens, and I know she's really independent and everything, but I shouldn't have-"
"Calm down, Lily." James said again. "It's not the first time she's wandered off on her own, and she can take care of herself. Besides, everyone's friendly enough, and she knows not to wander too far away from the busy areas. If someone did try and do something to her, they'd never get away with it unnoticed. Besides, weren't you the one who said we needed some alone time every now and then, without the kids?"
"I- I guess so." Lily admitted, deflating. "It's just... that..."
James wondered what was wrong with his wife, and then noticed that she wasn't looking at him, but over his shoulder, towards where the door was.
"Lily? James? Is that you?" A familiar voice had the blood in James' veins freezing, but he still managed to turn around.
"A-Amelia?!" Lily stuttered out, too surprised to even try and hide who she was.
"Who are they, auntie?" A girl by Amelia's side, her niece Susan, asked.
"They're Lily and James Potter, Susan, though what they're doing here, and alive, I don't know." Amelia's brow furrowed.
"Oblivi-"
"Expelliarmus!" Amelia barked when James Potter attempted to modify her memory.
Amelia knew she was safe to cast spells, as it was Loki who had directed her to this particular establishment, and he had assured her that things had been put in place so that no one noticed any magic being cast.
"James, you did not just try and obliviate me there, did you? You know very well that such an action would bring down both the Canadian and British ministries down on your head." Amelia spoke slowly, actually rather incensed that he would try something like that.
"And there'll be none of that either."Loki said, plucking Lily's wand from out of her hand from where she'd had it under the table, as well as dropping the disillusionment charm he'd had active in order to sneak up on them. He still maintained a glamour that hid his true appearance however, in order to not have an obvious connection between Madam Bones and Harry.
"Mum, Dad, what's going on?" Brian asked, feeling more than a little off balance in this situation.
"It's nothing, sweetie, don't worry." Lily said to her son. "Just a mistake is all."
"A mistake?" The disguised Loki chuckled. "You call faking your own deaths and fleeing the country a 'mistake'?"
"What's he talking about, Dad?" Brian turned to his father, but it was Susan Bones that answered him.
"You don't know? But the story is world famous!" She exclaimed. "You-Know-Who was defeated by Harry Potter on Halloween eleven years ago, but he sadly lost both of his parents that same day, James and Lily Potter."
"What's that got to do with us though?" Brian asked.
"Your parents just so happen to be Lily and James Potter." Amelia answered the boy.
"Our name is Evans, not Potter, it's just a coincidence that Mum and Dad are named Lily and James, besides I'm not Harry, and I'm their kid." Brian answered. "I'm not Harry Potter, am I?"
"No, you're not, but you do bear some resemblance to him." Amelia once again answered. "And Evans is Lily's maiden name."
"Madam Bones, that's enough!" James said, slamming his hands down on the table. "I don't know what you think you're doing by coming here and doing this, but try anything else and I'll-"
"Do what exactly?" Amelia asked him. "You're the one who attempted to obliviate me just know, and as I recall you were also a suspected member of that vigilante group the 'Order of the Phoenix' too. I'm sure there's a few laws you've broken during that time, and don't get me started on just what methods you used to fake your death. Maybe we can even get you a cell next to your old school friend Black."
"Sirius is in Azkaban?" James asked. "Why?"
Susan answered this one. "Sirius Black is a murderer, he's infamous for killing a dozen muggles with a single curse, and Peter Pettigrew for trying to stop him."
"What? That's ridiculous." Lily spoke up. "As immature as Sirius was, he hated the thought of killing. Pettigrew, the little rat, was the Death Eater. If anything, Sirius was trying to stop him."
Amelia raised an eyebrow at that. "Strange that, given Pettigrew received a posthumous Order of Merlin, and Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban, not just for that one act of murder, but for giving the Fidelius protected secret of your location to Voldemort."
Loki chimed in then. "Oh, what's this? Is this 'evidence' proving someone a Death Eater?" He asked. "You know, as Head of the Department of Law Enforcement, Madam Bones here is honour bound to bring it before the Wizengamot. Of course, when such a thing happens, you're current... status will have to be mentioned."
He chuckled somewhat maliciously. "I wonder how your 'friends' and 'allies' will respond to you turning your back on them like you apparently did. After all, Sirius Black was supposedly your brother in all but blood, and if you're willing to throw him to the dementors to cover your own tracks, well, it will make it very difficult for people to trust you at all."
"Stop it!" Lily cried. "Please! You just, just come here, and mess everything up, and-"
"And what?" Loki asked, a hard look in his eyes. "Did you think that everything you left behind would simply disappear? Did you think it didn't matter now, that it was no longer you're concern? If you did, you are wrong. Our past never just vanishes, and running from it doesn't help. Eventually, it will catch up to you, and the longer you put off dealing with it, the worse things will be."
Loki headed towards the door, handing Lily's wand to Amelia on the way past. He threw one last comment over his shoulder before he left.
"Farewell." He said. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other soon enough, and perhaps then I'll be allowed to... 'play' with you."
Amelia looked at them with disappointment. "I think that I'm going to have to put an end to my trip." She sighed. "I was looking forward to having some time with just me, Susan, and Hannah, but it appears even when I put in holidays that I still have work to do. Goodbye, Lily, James, I wish you all the best."
She set their wands down, before leaving, taking Susan with her.
xxxxx
"Things have been put in motion now, all that's left is to see how they react." Loki reported, standing on a rooftop next to the rest of the group.
"Yeah." Harry sighed.
"Is there a problem?" Loki asked, looking to Reinforce for an answer.
The Unison Device bit her lip in thought.
"Harry's first encounter with his sister didn't exactly go how he envisioned it would." She told him. "It must be said that Rose Potter, or as she is called Rose Evans, is quite the character."
"She was pretty cool." Isis added. "I... don't think we have to worry about her having a negative opinion of Harry. I mean, I could be wrong, and she may end up despising him, but I think that is rather unlikely." She chuckled. "I think she's going to be more disappointed that they're related, the little pervert-in-training."
Loki raised an eyebrow at that, his lip twitching slightly. "She could always be into the whole Pureblood way of things."
Harry twitched and sent a glare at Loki. "Shut up." He said.
"Heh, that would be kinky." Isis commented.
"You as well." Harry added, turning his glare onto the unicorn.
"Girl not likely to be trouble." Bast then looked at Loki. "What about boy and parents?"
"I honestly don't know." The raven admitted. "I don't think Lily and James are going to act rationally, at least not without taking some time to calm down and come to terms with things. Given that you want this out in the open within the next two months, they may lash out, possibly, and somewhat probably, violently."
"And Brian?" Reinforce asked.
"He's confused." Loki replied. "He doesn't know what to think, and could quite easily be swayed to either side. However, he will almost certainly follow his parents' lead, and given their disposition, he is likely to be, at the very least, wary of Harry and ourselves."
"Troublesome." Harry sighed. "So unpredictable. Did you at least get a reading on them while you were there?"
"I did." Loki nodded. "Magically, they are both above average in strength. James' felt more 'refined', though Lily's wasn't that far behind him. Brian himself felt incredibly powerful, for a wizard that is, and I see him having the potential for some rather spectacular feats of magic in the future."
"What else?" Harry asked.
"Their reactions aren't good, but that's probably due to being out of practise, and lack of necessity. Now that Amelia has spoken with them, they'll likely be jittery, and may even be jumpy enough to curse first and ask questions later." Loki told him. "Lily had rudimentary Occlumency barriers, as did James, but I was able to slip a little bit out of their minds, though not as much as I would have preferred."
"It's to be expected, I guess. Occlumency isn't really all that common, at least to a high standard, but almost all Pureblood families instruct their heirs in at least the basics of it. I'm guessing either Severus or James taught Lily what she knows, likely the latter though, as Severus' mind is rather well defended." Harry mulled it over. "Add the memories to the Tome, perhaps there'll be something useful I can add to it."
Loki nodded and began the transfer. "It may interest you to know that I managed to tag both of their wands with that spatial displacement technique I've been working on. If it comes down to a fight, I can have them instantly disarmed."
"Useful." Harry complimented him. "I do, however, hope that it will not be necessary, though better safe than sorry I guess."
"Your safety is the priority." Bast sharply informed him. "Nothing else is more important to us."
That comment got agreeing nods from the other familiars. If it meant Harry lived and was safe, any of them would endure the most grievous of tortures for him. Death wasn't such a sacrifice, since he would be able to continually resurrect them when the Knight Program had been fully integrated with them, which would take several months to fine tune and check over, to make sure there weren't any mistakes or errors, but even without that they were willing to lay down their lives for his sake.
Harry knew this, he knew the lengths they would go to keep him safe, the depths they would stoop and not shed a tear, simply to keep him alive and well. It was something that, while aware of , he tried to ignore, to forget the level of loyal devotion they would show, and he attempted to give them a good life of their own.
He supported them in any hobby they may have, cheered on their every effort, and indulged in their vices, though that last one had limits to it, he wasn't going to buy all of the chocolate in Britain if Isis asked him to, or something else equally ridiculous.
An Ancient Belkan triangular array appeared beneath all of their feet.
"Let's go home." Harry muttered. "I need to think on how I'm going to approach them next."
xxxxx
James Potter, who had spent more than a decade hiding under the name of Evans, paced backwards and forwards, wearing out the carpet beneath his feet.
"Why?! Why?! Why was Amelia in Canada, of all places, it's not a massively big tourist destination, and wouldn't she want to take her niece some other place? An entire planet to explore, and she comes here. This stinks of a set-up." He muttered to himself, but still loud enough for Lily to hear.
"You think someone pointed her in this direction?" Lily asked worriedly. "But wouldn't a Death Eater or the like simply come to attack us themselves? If and/or when Amelia breaks the news, I'm sure the Minister for Magic will demand that we have bodyguards or something to keep us safe, right?"
"Bagnold would, just so she wouldn't look bad if we were killed while she was minister. She was replaced by Fudge, remember him? Brown-noser who tried to get in with all the influential kids, couple years above us in Hogwarts?" James asked.
Lily furrowed her brow. "The one who Sirius pranked with the salt shaker and the chocolate gateau?" She asked.
"Yes, that's the one." James confirmed. "He'll try and set us up with bodyguards, but they'll be nothing but pathetic yes-men that can't tell one end of a wand from the other no doubt. He'd give us the ones he'll think are good, but we'd be better off looking out for ourselves."
"Then what do we do?" Lily asked.
James stopped, before turning back to Lily. "It looks like we're going back to Britain no matter what, so I might as well call in as many family favours as I can before the Potter name gets dragged through the mud. I'm pretty sure the Ogden family owes me one, and there was something with the Moons a couple centuries back, and my great-grandmother was a Grafton."
"Dumbledore!" Lily exclaimed. "Dumbledore can help us."
"The Headmaster? Yes, he'd lend Voldemort a hand if he said he was sorry, so we'll have no trouble there." James agreed with his wife. "If worst comes to worst, we can always shove that prophecy in his face, both Brian and Rose were born on the last day of July, and he'd be tripping over himself to provide protection for us."
"B-But isn't, well, Harry at Hogwarts?" Lily asked, squirming in her seat.
James froze. "Of course, how could I forget?!" He slapped his forehead. "If we blow Voldemort's secret out into the open, and claim we were escaping retribution or were compelled to do so, we can turn things around, and once the vessel is destroyed, the Wizengamot won't be able to apologise quick enough, and everything will be tidied up nicely. Lily, you are a genius!"
"Ye-Yeah, I am." Lily agreed, not really happy with the thought of destroying her child's body, even if it was currently a meat suit being used by Voldemort's spirit.
"We're going to have to act fast though." James kept talking to himself. "I don't think we can get to Britain before Amelia does, so that's out of our hands, but it does give us time to work everything out. Maybe I can re-open one of the Potter properties, there's a few of them lying around unused, maybe get a house elf or two to sort it out."
"How quickly can we move though?" Lily asked. "We've got lives here, a home, though not many friends." She finished awkwardly. That last point was there because, one, their home was in the middle of nowhere and their neighbours were literal miles away, and two, Peter's betrayal still weighed on their minds when they first came here, precluding them from casually forming attachments to people.
"We're going to have to do something within the next few weeks, a month at most." James said. "It'll take a little time for Amelia to get back to Britain, and then Sirius out of Azkaban." He paused and punched the wall. "Damn it! What the hell is Padfoot doing in that place?! He should never have gone there! Maybe we should have brought him with us when we made our move."
"Sirius was too invested in the fight to leave." Lily reminded him. "He- He really wanted to be the one to take out Bellatrix, prove he wasn't Dark like his family was. He wanted to make things better, he wanted to get rid of all the corruption and the taint."
James snorted. "Like that's possible. Britain is, and has been for some time, an absolute mess. Only way to sort that out is to kick all of the rotten eggs out, like the Lestranges, Macnair, that ponce Malfoy, and all of their little toadies and minions. Maybe then Britain would have a chance, but it'll never happen, they'll just put some money into the right pockets and it'll all be swept under the rug."
"Are we really Potters?" James and Lily jerked around to see Brian and Rose in the doorway, the former being the one who had asked the question.
"Yes, we are." James answered before Lily could say anything. "We're an old and proud family, and we can trace our lineage back to the time of King Arthur and Merlin, before even Hogwarts castle was built."
"So why're we using the Evans name?" Rose asked distractedly.
Lily sighed. "You know, of course, the story of the 'Boy-Who-Lived', but the story is just that, fiction."
James nodded his head. "The truth is far less pleasant, and it's not something that either myself or your mother of proud of. However, at the time we viewed it as a necessary... as a necessary evil."
Lily took over again. "You see, Brian, you weren't born as an only child, you had a twin. The problem was, only one of you was born alive. There were complications with the birth, and Harry, your brother, died mere minutes before being born."
"How?" Brian asked. "Why?"
"The Umbilical cord." Lily answered. "It was wrapped around your neck." She saw the look on Brian's face and nodded. "Yes, your neck, not Harry's. It was caught before it did any damage to you, but it then got caught around Harry's neck afterwards, and on top of that, my cervix was swollen. I'd taken a hit earlier that day when a Death Eater raid was launched on Diagon Alley."
"We still don't know what curse actually hit your mother." James said. "But it lingered, and made giving birth the regular way impossible. Instead, they had to do what is known as a caesarean operation, literally cutting you out of your mother's body."
"Like I said just now, the umbilical cord was wrapped around your neck, but we got it loose." Lily continued. "The curse damage, however, affected my muscles badly, and I... contracted at the wrong moment, and the cord wrapped incredibly tightly around Harry's neck."
"There was nothing we could do, Lily was jerking and twitching all over the place. She almost died herself." James added. "By the time we had her sorted, Harry was dead."
"But how does that lead to... that night?" Rose asked.
James and Lily shared a look, before the former decided to just go for it.
"There was a prophecy that was made, and as much as your mother and I think that divination is unreliable, if not worse, we thought we could use it as a trap. After all, there's many ways a prophecy can be interpreted, and we thought we'd hit upon a winner, one that would mean no one else had to die." He gulped, feeling slightly sick at what he was telling them.
"We turned our stillborn child into a magical bomb." Lily spoke in a broken voice, her expression one of anguish and pain. "Even then, it wasn't enough to put Voldemort down permanently, we should have known that."
"Tell us, Dad." Brian near-demanded. "Tell us everything, we deserve to know."
Rose frowned. "I think we need to know." She added.
In the youngest Potter's mind danced the image of a boy who looked a bit like her brother, someone who had a sad and conflicted look in his eyes, and she began to wonder...