Chapter 6

"Hmm? Was I really?" Asked April reaching for another brownie. Siruis moved the brownies closer to her. It started to occur to him that these were probably the browies with a little extra love, the love of the '70's. He figured it wouldn't hurt for April to have a few, it might help her forget. He wasn't sure Dumbledore wanted April to know everything.

"You... you went to Hogwarts April?" Hermione asked the question.
"Here Hermione. Have a brownie." He figured he should probably shut Hermione up. As much as he loved her, she did have a big mouth. She'd probably start thinking, and maybe it would be best for her to have a foggy memory of this night too.

Finaly, after about an hour of pointless giggling, joking, and flirting, Jo, April, and Hermione all passed out. Sirius got them all settled in their respective beds, and then went back to the kitchen to clean up.
After he had finished, he noticed April's laptop still on. He wasn't sure if he should turn it off, so he sat down to see if there was anything that should be saved. On the screen, there was a word document open, a web page, and another word document. He looked at the web page first. Nothing interesting. Just a page with a bunch of text. Probably a web-jounral he thought. He then looked at the first document. The text matched that of the web page. The second document, was the one that caught his attention. It was supposed to be a report on the case of the missing agents and assistant director. He was half way though reading it when Dumbledore walked down the stairs.

"Now really Sirius, is it absolutly nessecary to be looking though Ms. Thomas's personal things?

Sirius looked up startled.

"Well... I..aher..."

Dumbledore sighed. "You wanted to know if it was really her, didn't you." He spoke softly.

"It can't..."

Dumbledore cut him off again.

"It is her." He laughed, although it was not his usual merry laugh. "Sirius, you need only to look at her, and know its her. Now look at her life. She's a devoted FBI agent. She has 9 strangers in her house, people she read about in books, and what is she doing? She's working. Tell me that isn't April Thomas."
"Yes, he took her away, he changed her abilities, but you cannot change a person Sirius, you should know that. Voldemort could use all the magic in the world, and she would still be a devoted fighter. Prehaps for the other side, but she would fight. Now, go to bed. Sleep is what is best now."
With that, Dumbledore asended the stairs, and Sirius placed him self on the couch. Soon, both were dreaming, their troubled dreams.

It was about ten in the morning when April finally staggered down the stairs into the kitchen. She vaugly nodded to everyone and headed twords the cappucino maker. Sirius started to hand her a cup of coffee, but she waved it off knowing she needed something stronger.

When her espresso was done, she sat down at the island. Sirus, Dumbledore and Jo were gathered around. Sounds of Nintendo drifted up from the basement, along with an occasional yell.
April yawned, feeling the caffine surge though her body. "I don't kn-kn-kn-oooooooooow," a yawn interuped her, "when the last time I had so much sleep. I'm usually up all night." She looked around at the faces. Jo had been brought up to date on the previous night's events, having rememberd some but not all of it.

"Speaking of last night," April contiuned stairing into her coffee. "I don't remember much of what happened. But I do remember the feeling I got from it." She looked into each of their faces.
"I don't really remember much of my childhood. The only clear memories I have are of my last semester of high school till now. I see the way you look at each other. You know something, something about me. I want to know what it is. Tell me."

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds when Dumbledore began speaking.

"I allowed Jo much freedom, when writing Harry's story. I did not know what people would think of it. I did expect people to make a mockery of it. Peter Petigrew, alive. The thought horrifies them. They still believe that Sirius here is the true killer. I hoped however, that Jo writing the story, would help some see the truth. It did."

"However, I would not allow her to write about one member of the Potter gang. Write about Lily and James, write about Sirius and Lumpin, even little Peter. I forbade her though, to write about you. There was nothing about you, that fit in her story, nor did I want you brought back in to gossip."
Everything hit her at that moment. She suddenly knew why her memories of high school had been phased. Her eyes closed, and her hands gripped her coffee cup tighly as her mind transported her to that snowy night in November.