A/N- I like the All My Pride by J.Lo and LL Cool J, do you guys? Okay, rewrite another chapter, I am going back and changing some words because I curse a LOT in later chapters, and I want to stop that, so keep reading!

Chapter 9- Through the Looking Glass

"What do you mean your parents are murderers?" asked Harry through the bathroom door Fleur had locked herself into.

"Go away!" she screamed. Harry backed away; asking Fleur what was wrong again, he got the same answer. Harry went back to sit down on Fleur's couch, it seemed that there was nothing he could do to persuade her, and he might as well let her cope, for now anyways. He sat there playing chess against the white pieces again, until he heard slow sobbing cease, and whimpering begin. Several minutes afterward he heard absolutely no sounds.

"Huh, what is wrong now?" he said aloud to his self, when she came out they'd talk it over, and if necessary contact Dumbledore. Harry heard a noise that made his heart stop right then, a sound so terrible one out of every two people who hear it die, he heard . . .

"Avada Kedavra." The bathroom lit up with green light, as far as Harry could tell by looking at the door cracks. He ran to the door and jangled the handle; it was budging. He backed up and threw his weight on it, he continued to shoulder check the door as his eyes filled with tears. He threw himself against the door one last time and it gave way. Fleur's body was lying limp on the ground. He nearly dived to the floor next to her, shaking.

"Fleur," He whispered to himself, "This wasn't supposed to happen; you weren't supposed to be gone, not now, not ever." He reached out to rub his hand over her forehead, as soon as he touched her skin though; it felt as if he had been sucked through a portkey. His belly button was jolted suddenly, and he seemed to have left the physical plain.

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"Lily, I got the information, Getus Cleavege, you know in the Misuse of Magical Artifacts office, Pierre found out he's with the Death Eaters."

Harry was in his old house, Godric's Hollow. He watched his dad, walking into a room, calling after his mom. Harry followed, he wasn't stupid, he had figured out he was in phantom 'mode' which had happened to him a few times within the past five years. His father stood over his mother, who in turn was holding a small child. Harry moved closer to see baby him. A child the size of a watermelon was crying; it was baby Harry.

"Great, tell Dirken."

"Well actually honey this mission is a undercover one, I need your powers."

"But what about Harry? Sirius is off with June Granger, and Remus is, well you know it's that time of the month." James laughed,

"What about Peter?" Lily started fidgeting with baby Harry's pajamas.

"Well I am not sure, you know Peter is a little forgetful, and. "

"Lily, something is wrong, what is it?"

"Peter's red, James. Peter was red last time I saw him. At the Christmas party." Baby Harry started crying, Lily rocked him back and forth.

"Ohhh, wochie quchie, quchie quchie coo." James laughed again,

"Well, if you can talk baby then we wont have any trouble getting him quiet." Lily put Baby Harry in his crib, and tucked him in. The two adults walked into a different room, but Harry stayed. He edged his way over the crib, and peered down. Baby Harry looked up; he seemed to notice the presence of Harry. Harry reached down and rubbed the baby's forehead, in the same place where his scar was today.

"You better enjoy it now kid, because when you become me your gonna regret that curse mum puts on you, or me, or us. Your gonna think 'why oh why' when Cedric and Fleur die, your gonna sit around in the common late at night, and your gonna wish it would end, just remember, it will end." He was talking to himself more than to the kid by now. He rubbed his fingers across his head and felt the scar.

"The day this happens; is the day your life changes forever." He turned and walked into the next room, Lily and James were talking,

"James, I called Arabella, she's on her way over." she stepped away from the fireplace. James was sitting on the couch, muttering,

"But Peter can't have been red, are you sure he's wasn't red orange, because I know Peter was doing some stuff with June at that party." Lily's eyes lit up,

"Yes, that's when he was red, he had came out of our bedroom with Sissy, and June was yelling at him about something. I still don't know, you know Peter has been acting weird. I think he suspects Remus too." James laughed, purposely ignoring his wife's later comment.

"Because Sissy and June are cousins. I guess Sirius told June some things about Peter, and well she didn't want her cousin getting mixed up with somebody like him" They laughed, and there was a knock at the door. James answered it,

"Hi Arabella, how are you?" She smiled, and stepped in,

"Just fine, now where is my favorite godson?" Lily stood up to hug Arabella,

"He's sleeping Bella, but he should wake in the morning, are you sure your okay with this, I mean it was short notice?" Arabella shrugged.

"So who are you two after this time?" James fidgeted this time, but he answered her,

"Cleavege." Arabella gasped. Lily nodded,

"Yeah Pierre even said so." Arabella slumped on the couch, breathing hard and fast.

"You . . . your. serious?" She didn't wait for an answer; she felt a twinge in her chest. Arabella was dating Getus; they had been getting pretty serious.

"Arabella, I'm sorry I hope Pierre is wrong I really do." said Lily, but the sound of her voice let anyone who could hear know she doubted Pierre had made a mistake. Harry stare at Arabella still as a cat eyeing its prey. He knew she looked just like Arabella Figg, his neighbor, but the problem was that she was young. Harry knew that people grew up and stuff, but Arabella looked the same age as his parents. Arabella stood up, and faked a proud upstanding voice,

"It's okay, who else is going with you?" Lily sighed, she hated when Arabella hid her feelings, but that was Arabella's way. Ever since the day they met Arabella always acted as if nothing fazed her, but Arabella had her own demons. Lily answered her question,

"Annastasia Weasley, Kyra Pratt, Nathan McDougal, Tish Deje, Chiunsei DeMikorusu, and Severus Snape." Arabella muttered something inaudible to Harry, but Lily answered,

"Of course not! The father, you know Snake would never be an Auror." They laughed. Harry had no idea what they were talking about, but he did notice the name Annastasia Weasley, and maybe, just maybe this person was related to Ron. James came out of one of the back bedrooms, with two bags, and a piece of parchment.

"Arabella, I am so sorry, and please don't think I am cold for this, but if we don't leave now all our cover will be blown, and the ministry will be in trouble, a LOT of trouble." Harry stood back as if to survey the whole scene in his mind, but he walked backwards, right outside of the house. He saw headlights above the trees, about twenty feet above. He dived back through the wall, trying to avoid the unidentified flying object. (He forgot they couldn't see him anyway.) His parents were hugging Arabella good-bye and then they apparated away. They doorbell rang, and Arabella got up to answer it, Harry felt a sharp tug at his belly button. He felt himself being sucked through another portkey like dimension, and he felt himself growing sadder by the minute. What will come next he thought, what will come next.

AN; That chapter was cool I think, I hope you guys understood that Severus Snape is the senior, and 'Snake' is the Snape Harry knows. What is the mystery of why the Delacours are murderers? Who is Annastasia Weasley? (*hint hint* maybe somebody had an affair*hint hint) I am sorry I had to kill off Fleur, but the little crybaby was getting on my nerves. *Psyche* I really didn't hate her, but it moves the plot along. Sorry to all those fleur lovers (I might not have killed her) shhh dont tell anyone. Oh, and Chiunsei DeMikorusu is me, well my Japanese name at least, bye