Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I also do not own the concept of the Abhorsen, Mogget, Clayr, the Charter or anything related to them, as they belong to Garth Nix.

Chapter Four

It was Saturday and Harry awoke with a feeling that he could not explain. It wasn't fear, no pain, but it was warm and calming, almost like love. As he slowly opened his eyes and saw a blurry form of a woman standing over him.

"Moine?" he asked sleepily as he reached out for his glasses.

"No Harry," replied a familiar, yet not familiar, voice.

A hand was waved over his face and suddenly his eyes cleared. Harry shot up in bed with his glasses in hand, but when he put them on, he found that he was way better off without them. He took them off and looked at the person next to his bed. He almost let out a scream, as he realized his mother, Lilly Evans Potter, was kneeling beside his bed.

"Mom?"

Lilly Potter nodded.

"When did you get here?"

"Last night," she replied and suddenly realized her son hadn't freaked out at seeing his supposedly dead mother, alive and in front of him, "So I take it you know what you are to become?"

"The Abhorsen," Harry stated softly, "Felicia had the gall to call me that in front of the whole Great Hall, luckily she was speaking in Elven."

"That girl-woman! When I get a hold of her Merlin help her."

"Are you going to show yourself to the World again, or are you just gonna keep this under wraps?"

"Hmm...I think since I will be around for a while, I will show myself."

Harry beamed. "Great! I want you to meet Moine and Ron."

"Moine?" Lilly replied and gave her son a confused look.

"Sorry," Harry stated apolgetically, "Her name is Hermione Granger and she's a Muggle-born witch and the smartest one in our class. I'm in love with her, but I don't know how she feels about me."

Lilly smiled softly and knowingly, as they walked down the stairs.

"You are so much like you're father."

Harry beamed up at her. "You think so?"

"I know so."

They arrived at the Great Hall and Harry turned to his mother with a smirk.

"Let's pull one over on everyone."

"You are too much like your father," Lilly stated with a small, sad, smile, "What do you prepose?"

"Can you..." Harry starts and whispers the rest into his mother's ear.
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Hermione was getting really worried about Harry. Breakfast would be over in a few minutes and he had yet to appear. Suddenly the door opened and a lone owl flew into the room, it was snow white, like Hedwig. Anyone could see that it wasn't Harry's owl, as this one had black flecks on its feathers instead of gold ones.

The mysterious owl flew to Hermione and dropped a letter on her plate. She cautiously opened it. Hermione still remembered the hate mail from their fourth-year. She was surprised to see Harry's nickname for her written with the letter opening.

Dear Moine,
I would like to present the one other woman in my life, besides you, who keeps my heart, my mother. Just keep an eye on the owl in front of you. This will be one big surprise.
Harry

The owl's head bobbed once, flew up to the ceiling, and was gone. Suddenly a magestic eagle flew into the room and landed on the floor beside Hermione. The eagle slowly turned into a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and the very same emerald eyes Harry had inheirited.

A large dragon landed in the space in front of the High Table. Slowly the dragon changed into a familiar dark haired boy. He was minus his familiar glasses, and his brillant green eyes. He grinned as Hermione continued to stare at his mother in shock.

Hermione almost swooned as she realized that she was staring at the legendary Lilly Evans Potter. Harry was so busy grinning that he didn't hear two identical sounds. The sounds, which came from the High Table, were two glasses shattering, as they hit the floor at the same time.

Before Lilly knew what had hit her, Sirius Black, who was now cleared of his charges, and Remus Lupin, known Warewolf, had practically tackled her. Remus, Lilly, and Sirius were the only remaining members of the Marauders. The Marauders was a group that the three, plus James Potter and the traitor Petter Pettigrew, had made up, while pulling pranks on students and professors alike, during their time at Hogwarts.

"Sirius, Remus, it's good to see you two, but let me go!" Lilly choked out from the two deathgrips, "You're killing me!"

Immediately the two released Lilly, who gradually refilled her flattened lungs with air. It was in that few moments that the group noticed how silent the Great Hall was.

"Bloody hell," Ron started, not caring that Harry's mother had heard, and stood up, "Sod off you lot! Get back to eating and bug out of this! It's none of your damn business!"

Lilly shot Ron a huge reprimanding look.

"I bet you're Ron and if you are, then if Molly was here, she'd box your ears. Then she'd wash your mouth out with a barn of soap, for that," she stated sternly.

"Mom," Harry started, "That is Ron and this is Moine."

Lilly smiled at the young woman that had sat there, shocked to say the least, the whole time. Lilly then turned to the twins and smiled.

"Now which one are you," she asked the twin closest to her, "Fred or George?"

"Fred," he replied and jerked a thumb at his twin, "That's George."

"I trust aqquaintances can be made at a later time?" Dumbledore asked the group before him.

"Yes sir!" Sirius replied seriously.