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(Disclaimer: I own nothing.)

(Author's Note: I got a flame! It still scares me. Okay, there were some questions. As for Remus forgetting he was a werewolf, it all happened in what he thinks is a dream. A woman (the description is in chapter seventeen) came to him and he just lost all thoughts and memories at the sight of her. And Sirius and Hallie are somewhere…unknown to anyone except James at the moment. And inside the first snow globe were four people that no one knows just yet…ok? I can't really explain it all…it might give away the plot, though I think the plot has revealed itself already. Anyways…later babes and stay crunk with lotsa love from Sea Chelle!)

Chapter Nineteen

Serpise sat in his study. In his hand, the golden half of the Alloy Child was held tightly. He stared out the window. He could see nothing except a thick fog. "Rogue, come here for one moment, please," he said. The cloaked servant did as was asked.

"Yes, master?"

The silver haired man pointed out the window. "Tell me what you see." Rogue nodded.

"I see the front yard, master, with the fountain of the two snakes in the middle with water falling from their mouths. The grass is lush and green, damp with the morning's dew and the sun is shining brightly upon the yard. The gates are black and closed with vines growing healthily on them. The forest is on the left side and the towering green trees loom over the shed before it. It's a wonderful day out today, master," he concluded. Serpise sighed and nodded motioning for the servant to leave.

"Thank you, Rogue." He looked out the window, but still, all he saw was the fog.

"Our trust has broken, never again will I call you brother," said Godric. The man's voice cracked and he turned away for a few short moments to blink away the tears that came to his eyes. They were red and puffy from crying for his wife. With pained pale blue eyes, Ric turned to look at Serpise. "How could you do this to me, brother? How could you do this to her?" he whispered. His face was full of hurt and sorrow.

"Godric, I did nothing you would not have done. I did no wrong." Though his face was calm and passive, Salazar's heart was tearing inside of him. He tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"'I did no wrong! I did no wrong! You've repeated those same words over and over again but they mean nothing! It is a lie! You've betrayed Rowena and I. How could you?" Ric ran a hand through his long jet-black hair. "Admit you've wronged me, Salazar, and I will try my best to forgive you. Lie to me once more and I will try my best to ruin you," he said, trying to steady his trembling voice. Serpise shook his head.

"As I've told you once, and so many times before, I did no wrong," whispered the man. He watched his brother collapse into melancholy sobs. Godric sank into an armchair and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry." At this, the other man jumped up and pointed a finger at Serpise.

"I hate you! You've not only ruined my life, but you've ruined hers! And forever and ever shall you dwell remembering the wrong you've done. Forever immortal until freed! And when you are freed again, I shall come back, I will be there to finish you off once and for all. You who was once my brother, I disown any relation to you!" His voice broke but he swallowed and then continued. "I hate you!" He swung a punch at his brother and missed, stumbling blindly. Serpise caught him. Tears fell down Salazar's face as Ric pushed away. "I loved you, I gave you everything, I lived for you! You were my brother! How could you?" Godric sank back into the armchair and weeped for the loss of his wife.

Serpise turned and walked away. He was innocent. How could Godric think that he would ever wish for harm to befall his brother? Never did Salazar wish this, only once when Rowe told him that she loved him no more, but his brother. It hurt so much that the two would betray him, but it was only a thought, he didn't really want anything to happen to them both. He walked out of the house and to his own where he knew he would have to forever abide.

"I never wished to hurt you, Godric, you are my brother, and I love you for it. And I love her as well. I never willed evil to come upon either of you, never. I love you both, and forever I will."

The memory faded away and he was once again, alone in his study. Tears were in his eyes and he brushed them away. "Rogue," he called. The servant stepped in.

"Yes, master?" he asked, bowing.

"Bring me the children, I need to speak to them."

Remus ran back home. What would his parents say when he told them what had happened…or what he knew of it? He knew they would be angry with him, very angry. It scared him thoroughly to find he couldn't remember a thing of last night. And it had to be the night of the full moon in addition to his memory loss.

What had he done and where had he gone? He hoped he caused no harm. And he especially hoped he didn't bite anyone.

Who was the woman in his dream? That was the only thing he could remember from the past night. When he has seen her, he lost all thoughts and memories as if they never existed and he was stuck in one place in time.

And then he was home. He ran towards it quickly and gasped when he finally reached it.

Hovering above his beloved home was the Dark Mark.

After telling the headmaster where his friends were, James looked at him expectantly. "Are we going?" Professor Dumbledore shook his head. "What? Why?" The headmaster's eyes twinkled with a gleam.

"It's very dangerous," was the simple reply.

"But we have to go get them! They're in trouble!" Dumbledore just shook his head. James stood and walked out.

"Fine, then I'll go after them myself," he whispered to himself.

Peter opened his eyes and looked around. Where was he? The curtains were closed but the sunlight still seeped through the cracks and into the room. He tried to sit up but a shooting pain ran up his spine so he abandoned that attempt.

Just then, someone stepped into the room. "Wonderful! You're awake!" said the nurse. She was a tall and skinny woman with dirty blond hair. Her eyes were a hazelnut brown. "We've contacted the headmaster at Hogwarts. You'll be going back there tomorrow because you need to stay here one more night so that we'll know you'll be all right. That ok with you, dear?" He nodded.

"Where's my father? Is he very angry?" The woman's smile faded slowly.

"Er – I-I'll be right back. I'm going to get the doctor." And then she rushed away leaving a bewildered Peter behind. The doctor came in a few moments later.

"Well hello, Peter. I'm glad you're up. I just need to do some tests to see if you're healthy and then you can go back to sleep." Peter nodded.

"Sir, please, where's my father?" he asked softly. There was a feeling in his stomach that said something wasn't right, something was terribly wrong.

"I – I'm sorry, son, but he," the man paused and took a deep breath, "he killed himself last night." Peter was only half-conscious as he did the check up, and when the doctor left, he was alone with his thoughts.

It was funny really. Last night, he had had a dream about his father. The poor man was talking to himself outside of the cell door, saying that he truly did love his son and asking himself why he was so cruel. Before Peter had woken up, he had heard his father's words of 'I love you."

James ran up the steps and got Hallie's snow globe for future reference and ran to get a piece of parchment.

Dear Lily,

I'll be back soon. I've gone to get Hallie and Sirius back because Dumbledore refused to take action. I now know where they are. Don't come after me, I'll be fine. Take care of yourself, Lily, I'll see you soon.

Love,

James

He folded it up and put it in an envelope. Then he turned around and gave a shout in alarm. "Lily! What're you doing here?" She looked at him with her hands on hips.

"What am I doing here? James, this is my dormitory." He looked around and grinned guiltily. "What're you doing?" she asked suspiciously. The boy blushed and looked away. He knew she knew what he was feeling.

"I-I…I'm just – er – writing you a – um, letter," he stammered. She smiled at him and brushed her hair away from her face. It surprised her that he blushed again and averted his eyes.

"At least you're not lying. I'm going with you." At this he looked at her sharply.

"You were reading it over my shoulder!" he accused, pointing a finger at her. She slapped it away.

"Don't you point that at me, James Potter! Of course I was! Anyway, I'm going with you and that's final, now hurry up or someone might come in." She got her broom from under her bed and mounted it motioning for him to follow.

"Hold on, I'll go get mine." She nodded and he raced to get his broom. When he came back, she was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Took you long enough," she said with a grin. He shook his head with a smile and took off out of the window, which she had earlier opened.

"Let's go!" They flew off into the bright day with the chilling breeze passing by. James looked at the snow globe and found that the silver-headed man was pointing northeast. "We have to go northeast," he told Lily. She looked at him searchingly but just nodded.

She saw a fierce determination upon his face and saw how important his friends were to him. His anger made an aura with a reddish tinge around him.

If you've done anything to either of them, you had better run away as fast as you can possibly go, thought James with a glare. Because when I find you, your grave will be filled, I swear to that.

Arthur walked along the corridor silently. His nerves were doing strange things to him. What if he did something wrong on his date with Molly? What if she really didn't like him? What if-

But then he saw her at the other end of the hallway. Quickly, he turned around to run away but she called out his name. "Arthur! Wait for me!" He stopped and bit down on his lip.

Oh, dear.

Turning around, he waved awkwardly. "Er, h-hello, Molly," he stammered softly. She smiled up at him.

"Are you all right? Please don't be nervous about tonight, we're still friends. You can talk to me about anything," she said sincerely. He looked down at her and sighed.

"Thanks." Somehow, she had made his nerves go away. Now he really looked forward to that night, something would happen between them, he felt it in that place deep inside.

Remus fell to his knees with a cold feeling running through him. No, no, God, please no…he pleaded desperately. Tears didn't even come to his eyes for his sorrow was too strong. Why did this happen? How could this have happened? He stood and slowly stepped closer to his beloved home. It looked perfectly fine but the door was wide open. No…

Slowly, he advanced and went in. "Mum? Dad?" Please…please answer…but no one did. "Mum! Dad! Where are you?" Tears were now slipping down the length of his cheeks. His heart pounded wildly. How could you do this to me, God? Haven't I suffered enough?

It isn't God's fault, whispered an eerie voice. It sounded like the wind, soft and melodious. It was female and beautiful. It's part of the plan, dear Remus, the plan. You are all part of the story I am writing. The sorrow in her voice ran out clearly. I'm sorry…sorry…sorry…Slowly, it faded leaving an echo.

"I hate it! I hate the story! It isn't fair!" he cried into his empty home. He ran up the steps and into his parents' bedroom. Then he stopped in his tracks. His parents were wrapped in each other's arms. "Mum! Dad!" he yelled happily. Remus ran over to them both with a smile upon his tear stained face. "You're alive! You're-" but he cut himself off. He had shaken his mum to wake her up and she rolled limply off the bed. With a yell of surprise, he backed away against the wall.

Her eyes were wide open and staring blankly at him. He whimpered in fright. When he got the feeling back in his legs, he raced down the steps.

"Where are you? Who did this! Come and face me!" he shouted in a solemn rage. "Come out and face me!" he screamed. "Mum, Dad, please…" Falling to his knees, he knew deep inside that they wouldn't answer, ever.

(Author's Note: Hey guys. This is a really short chapter and I'm sorry, but I thought it should end here. Just to inform you guys, Author Alert on ff.net won't work anymore unless you have that special service thing. So you'll probably have to check up on the stories you guys want to keep reading. Because of this little loss of ours, I'll tell you my schedule. I'll probably write a chapter every two days or so. Maybe even a chapter a day…but most probably not because I have soccer practice and homework to do. I'm getting settled into school already though, so I'll be writing more frequently. Thanks you to: geppy, Destiny Pheonix, A Fan (even though it was a flame), Nicola_Padfoot, Foxy77 (the answers to your questions are in the first Author's Note, if you still have questions, please feel free to email me or write another review), Lady Lupin, ray yuy, pheonixGrl***, Fairy Kisses, jenn_airone (it's not a problem, here's your name again! I feel that I should thank u guys for all the reviews you give me because I really write this story for yawl…I like getting the reviews is why…lol), Lissa May (thanks, your review was very consoling…hehe. My first flame! I should write it down as a very important historical event! Thanks for the comments, it really was nice.) I love you all so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you again for the reviews! I LOVE YOU ALL! Later babes and stay crunk with lotsa love from Sea Chelle!)