Chapter Fourteen-Leaving
Harry sighed as he picked up his daughter, Lea and Roxy would be heading to Scotland until they were given the notice and had offered to take the children, although Harry hesitant at first he saw the reason to it, so that they wouldn't attack Harry and Hermione anywhere and kill Maggie and Lily. Harry and Hermione were off with Lupin to Romania for the days. No one would suspect it, and they would be far away from here. Sirius was heading to Ireland, Minerva and Dumbledore were going to head into the muggle part of London and try to blend in. Neville was to remain here and act as though everything was normal, and Emily would head towards Ireland.
"Well Mags, I guess this is it. Honey, I don't know if I'll ever see you again, or if you'll ever see your brothers again, but please know that I love you with all my heart and soul. I'm doing what is best for you. If I don't survive this you will remain in Aunt Emily and Uncle Neville's care for most of your lives. Please don't become bitter, your mum and I loved you." He said kissing his daughter. The infant almost seemed to know as she hugged her small arms about her daddy's neck.
"Daddy," a small voice said. Harry looked down at Lily who stood in the doorway.
"Come here sweetheart," the girl quickly walked over to her daddy and climbed into his lap, and he gently cuddled his two baby girls.
"Did you say bye to mommy yet?" Harry asked as he held Lily in his arms.
"Yes, daddy, I'm gonna miss you," she cried. Harry held her tightly as she cried. Lily's crying began to upset Maggie and she cried to. Eventually even Harry was teary eyed.
"I'll miss you too, but when I get home, we're all going to have a huge Christmas, I promise," he whispered in a cracked voice.
"Okay," Lily said. Hermione came through the door and smiled.
"Ready?" She asked Harry. Harry smiled.
"No," he said softly kissing both his girls again. He would never have held them enough in his mind.
"Neither am I," Hermione agreed picking Maggie into her arms.
"Mom and Roxy are here?" He asked.
"Upstairs, we're all leaving from after a meal together," she explained.
"Great," he whispered. It wasn't that he didn't want to see everyone, more that he was afraid he would never leave if he did. Slowly they walked up together. Harry held tight to his daughter all through the dinner, and all too soon it was over. Harry and Hermione would be the first to leave. Hermione was an eagle and would fly ahead of her husband so no one noticed. While he would go on foot most of the way. Harry sighed and looked at his daughters.
"You guys be good okay, mommy and daddy will see you again soon," Harry said, praying that he wasn't lying to his children. Part of him wondered if this was maybe what it was like with his parents before they died.
Had they known, did they get the chance to say goodbye. Harry sighed, Voldemort was about to destroy yet another good solid family. Dumbledore walked over to his grandson and touched his shoulder.
"Harry, there are also a couple of surprise people to be involved, well more than a couple, they're bringing back up, so be aware when you return," Harry nodded. He lifted his five year old daughter from where she stood on the floor and held her close.
"Bye daddy," Lily said. Harry smiled slightly looked at his baby girl.
"Bye sweet pea. I love you," he said. He touched her cheek and then handed her to Hermione. Lea handed him Maggie.
"You'll always be my baby girl Mags, I love you honey," he said. Touching his lips to her forehead he remained in the position, trying to memorize her infant scent, trying to memorize her tiny body behind held in his arms.
"Bye daddy," she said softly. Harry felt the stinging at his eyes and passed his baby girl off to her mother. Hermione made it a quick goodbye, unable to leave her babies too long. Smiling she watched as Lea and Roxy each held one of the children. Harry quickly transformed, allowing the tears to begin to flow he raced out of the castle at a break neck speed. Hermione took a deep breath and transformed as well. She flew to the top of the castle and out the nearest window.
Dumbledore sat in the security of his office and looked at Neville. Who seemed slightly on edge, his wife had left over an hour ago and he was supposed to leave soon, but Dumbledore had called him up to his office before he could leave.
"I have a couple people I think might like to see you, please understand they can't stay long, they must go, but seeing as we're in a tight spot right now, Frank," Dumbledore called. Neville turned to see his father standing there, along with his mother. Both wore a small smile, as their son stared at them.
Neville had been visiting his parents since he was a child at St. Mungo's, everyone had said they were out of their heads from Voldemort torching them. Neville's grandmother had never led otherwise until the day she died. Her last words were 'talk to your father'. Neville at that point hadn't truly understood. His grandmother had died only days after he had married Emily. The two continued to go and visit his parents every chance they got.
"Mum, dad?" He said quietly.
"Hello Neville," his mother said. Neville got up and walked over to his mother. She was a beautiful woman, with brown hair and a bright smile. Neville's father, Frank, looked very much like his son. After spending his entire life living with his grandmother who never could be the father, getting a hug from his father was a pure joy for Neville.
"I thought…" he stopped and looked at Dumbledore, then back at his parents.
"Neville, it was better off with us under the Imperius curse and you unaware. Harry was safe, you were safe and your wife was safe. We knew if Voldemort found out that we were truly fine in the head, he would surely come after us and you. You are an asset to Harry, and he knows it. Things will happen soon Neville and you will see what I am speaking of."
"Have you…"
"We've known and been watching you since the moment you went to live with my mother," Frank spoke.
"So you know Emily and I are…" he stopped again, he felt like a school boy again in front of Snape, nervous, only this time it was a good nervous.
"Our doctors have been Caden and Caitlyn. They're very good people, they work here now you know. They always told us what everyone was up to these past years. Severus came to visit us a couple times, he would always joke about you, telling us that you were a good student and terrified of him." Neville looked at them.
"You are crazy," he said softly. Frank chuckled.
"Severus is a good friend of ours son. He was the one who told us we were in danger, and he was the one that came up with the idea. He knew what he was doing, and so did we. He wasn't just watching out for Harry, he was watching out for you too honey."
"After ten years of marriage to his daughter, you'd think the man wouldn't surprise me anymore," Neville said smiling.
"Nope, won't happen, I've known him for fifty-seven years and he still surprises me everyday," Dumbledore said.
"You should go Neville, Emily will worry. We will see you as soon as you all return." Neville smiled at his parents again, and quickly left the grounds.
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Alex sat in the cell, his arms hugging tightly to his legs as he thought of the trouble he was probably in right now. His father was out there somewhere, and worried sick about him and his father.
"Jamie, where are you," he said softly.
"Right here," a voice said quietly. Alex jumped and looked at his brother.
"Jamie!" He said.
"I'm here, and in trouble," Jamie said. Voldemort stepped up behind him and smiled.
"Ahh, I see dear Severus won't last far too much longer. Although I must admit young Potter, you are quite the mediwizard." The man hissed.
"Why?" Alex asked as he stared at the man, unnerved by the hatred and anger etched in those red eyes.
"Because your grandfather betrayed me and your stupid little brat of a father is a twit," Voldemort spat.
"So you get revenge, boy you do hold grudges don't you," Alex said. He wasn't afraid, he knew he should be, but something inside told him not to be.
"Longer than you'll ever know," the man hissed and turned to leave. Jamie looked at his brother and left behind his master.
"Dammit!" He cursed.
"Bette' not let your father hear that kinda language," Severus moaned.
"You're awake," Alex said surprised as he sat next to his grandfather.
"Believe me, I wish I wasn't," he said in pain.
"Don't move, you're arm is torn to shreds, and your leg is probably broke."
"Don't worry Alex, we'll be fine," Severus said lightly, looking at his grandson.
"You know for the position your in, seems more like I should be the one reassuring you," Alex said smiling.
"Jamie, he's under the Imperius Curse isn't he," Severus said.
"How did you know?"
"Jamie isn't stupid, I know him better than that, and as does your father, and you do too."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"We're going to be all right," Severus repeated.
"I know, believe me I really think we will be, but not before something bad happens."
"You have that feeling too, that we're going to lose someone?"
"Yeah, do you know who it is?"
"If I knew, I would be a little worried, come on kid, just keep your head up," Severus said. Taking his grandchild's hand he sighed.
Thanks for all the reviews folks, I made a mistake and am pleased to say there are three more chapters to this story! So here's number 14 and 15