The rest of the Guardians let out sighs of relief. Ron was gaping. Hermione reached over and closed his mouth with an audible click. The phrase 'that was a amazing' could be plainly seen in Alaster's expression. Rhia smiled. Harry watched Draco turn back to his potion. He didn't smile, but he didn't frown either. Neville joined Ginny and the dannikits in the grass. Ginny was staring at Andra, a half-smile on her face. The Weasley twins looked from Neville to their sister and back again. Four Celtic blue eyes narrowed.

"Have you ever done any archery George?" Sirius asked, to distract him.

There was a wicked gleam in his eye when he smiled, "Once, at a summer fair."

"Shrivelfig arrowheads were very popular with our pals that year," Fred sighed wistfully.

"Which is why Mum never took us to another Muggle/Magic fair again," Ron griped.

"No, we couldn't go after that because Dad kept asking the muggles about Kooshy balls," George said, stringing his bow easily.

Fred shook his head and rolled his eyes. "For some reason they took offense to that."

Daniel laughed so hard, he had to put his knives down. All three Weasleys looked at him quizzically. "What's his problem?" Ron asked.

"Koosh… Koosh balls are a child's… toy…" He gasped out.

"Why is it funny then?" Sirius asked. Daniel just looked at him, tears of laughter brimming in his eyes. "Nevermind. So George, do you remember…"

"How's the potion coming?" Alaster asked Draco.

"It's almost ready." Draco said. "Just the cooling and bottling to do now." He looked at the bubbling blue liquid. "Then we'll see."

"So what are you doing now?" Ginny asked.

"Huh? Oh. Just sorting." Neville answered. "There are thousands of seeds in here you know."

Ginny smiled. "I know."

Neville frowned. "I just hope I didn't use up all of my mugwort seeds just then." He started digging in the bag again. "It's a useful plant."

"Maybe we can help." Ginny suggested.

"Who?" Neville asked, all his attention focused in his fingertips on the seeds in the bag.

"The kits, and me. Just pour out some of the bag, and we'll help you sort it." Ginny said.

"You… and the kits?" Neville looked up. All twelve dannikits were sitting at Ginny's feet, looking up at him expectantly.

"They're bored." Ginny added. "They want something to do. So do I actually."

"Uh… okay. Sure. They can sort seeds?" Neville asked.

"They can do anything we teach them to do," Ginny said. "Here, I'll show you…"

A few moments later, they had twelve kits darting here and there across the robe Ginny had spread on the ground. There were small piles of seeds beginning to form as the kits separated the ones in the bag. Erian and Andra appeared to be directing the others. Ginny giggled as Phantom picked up a large seed in her mouth and carried it.

"Is there anything else?" Monica asked.

"No, it's ready." Draco said, staring down at the small bottle in his hand. Without another word he upended it and swallowed the swirling blue contents in one gulp. He looked at Monica. "It's sweet."

Monica frowned. "Oh dear, potions aren't supposed to taste good."

"This one is." Draco declared. "Recalled memories are sweet." Blue eyes met violet. "Unless they are painful." On his last word, she actually saw the shadow of memory come into his eyes. She put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him questioningly. "I forgot," his hands clenched spasmodically, "to specify," the empty potion bottle shattered in his fist, "which memory I wanted to recall," he finally ground out through clenched teeth.

"What happened?" Hermione asked. She looked at the shattered glass and Draco's stone cold face. Monica was watching his eyes. There was pain there. Remembered pain was no less real the second time around, she knew.

With a soft cry, she realized that his hand was bleeding lightly. She pulled her bag over to where they stood and started to tend it. He pulled his hand away from her, shaking his head. "Don't touch me," he whispered. His eyes were clouded with the past. He moved away from her. Frowning worriedly she bent to pick up the glass on the ground.

"I asked you what happened," Hermione repeated.

"He forgot to say the spell before he took the potion," Monica said. "Now he's got a swarm of forgotten memories in his head."

"Oh. That's not good. Has he ever made this potion before?" Hermione asked. She tucked her Book safely into her own bag and started to help pick up the glass.

"I don't think so," Monica said.

"Where'd he get the recipe?" Hermione asked.

"That book there." Monica said. She pointed to the small green book lying propped up next to Draco's cauldron.

With a wary glance at the still silent and unmoving Draco, Hermione approached the book. She read through the recipe. "Oh. My. Not good. Not good at all." She muttered before diving for her own book.

"What's going on?" Alaster asked. He moved from where he was watching the Emmortal twins make a water spout to the 'intellectual' corner.

"Draco took the potion, but he forgot to say the specification spell," Monica said. "He broke the bottle in reaction, cutting his hand and he's not letting me heal it."

"Oh. What potion was that he took?" Alaster asked.

"I don't know what it's called. Hermione has the book." Monica answered.

Alaster joined Hermione in poring over Draco's book and her own. Reggie leaned over to Lynne, still swirling the air over the water tank idly. "What time is it, do you think?"

Lynne let the air pull the water up into a spout. "I don't know, probably close to lunch though."

"Lunch?" Ron asked. "Did somebody say lunch?"

Rose looked over at him. "Yeah, it's about that time I suppose." She looked for Alaster. "So Raine, break for lunch?" Alaster looked at her, hazel eyes worried and face pale. "What is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked. Her eyes went as gray as Rhia's.

"Malfoy just sent his whole bloody mind back in time," Hermione said in a quiet, shocked voice.

Silence fell on the clearing with a suddenness that was nearly as startling as the statement. "What do you mean?" Monica asked. "He's standing right there."

"Yes, but his mind, his reality is in the past," Alaster said. "At least that what I think. I've never heard of this potion."

"I'm not positive, but I think that without the specification spell, the potion has no goal, no focus. Instead of remembering last night, he's opened his mind to any number of forgotten memories."

Monica picked up her medical bag and went to where Draco stood, rigid. Crystal blue eyes met her own, unseeing. "Draco?" she murmured. She bit her lip and took his bleeding hand into her own. "I'm going to heal your hand now, so don't pull away," She told him softly.

The rest of the group fell apart. Rose started yelling at Alaster about not keeping an eye on Draco. He started yelling back about not having fifteen pairs of eyes available. Hermione retreated to her books, searching frantically for something, anything that might help. Ron joined her. She smiled tremulously at him and leaned on his shoulder a moment before pulling another book out of her bag. The Emmortal twins just looked confused. Ana idly rolled a small rock in her hands. Neville and Ginny went back to sorting seeds. He muttered something to her about finding some memory blocking plants. The kits went to their respective companions. Fred and George watched Monica with Draco, until Rose's yelling caught their attention. The argument had degenerated into name-calling and she'd pulled the ancestral card out on him. Daniel went to his sisters. He and Ana tried to get them interested in other things. Harry looked at Rhia. Together, they went to Monica.

As they approached, she was just finished cleaning the cuts on his hand. "Draco? I'm going to close the cuts now all right, so don't move." It took only a second for her to heal the cuts. She looked into his face again.

"Anything we can do to help?" Harry asked softly.

"I don't know," Monica said. "I don't know what would help. I don't even know if he can hear me." Her eyes filled with tears and she bowed her head

"Of course I can hear you Althia," Draco said. Only it didn't quite sound like him. He turned his newly healed hand in hers and squeezed.

Monica looked up at him, teary purple eyes fastening on his face. Rhia stepped closer. "Draco, what's going on?" she asked. A sudden light glimmered in her gray eyes.

"You'll know that better than I Levina. You weren't unconscious." Draco said with an uncharacteristic wry grin. Harry's mouth fell open. Draco looked back at Monica. "My head hurts something fierce 'Thia. Think you could do something about it?"

Monica blinked. "Uh…" Rhia nodded at her. "Of course." She put her hand on his head. "Better?"

"Always," he smiled again.

"What happened? Why were you unconscious?" Rhia asked softly.

"The traitor tried to take the book. I stopped him though. It's still safe." Draco said.

"That's good. And the traitor was…?" Rhia asked.

"You know as well as I who it was." Draco snapped at her. He looked away from Monica and caught Harry's eye. "Bar- " he shook his head. His eyes changed. "Potter? What's going on? Why are you staring at me?" he asked in his own voice.

"You took the Forget-me-Not Potion without saying the specification spell," said a tired voice behind Harry. It was Sirius.

"How did you know what it was called?" Monica asked. "You didn't read the book."

"Lily made it once, for James," Sirius said with an apologetic look at Harry.

"My mother was a Guardian too?" Harry asked.

"No, but she helped your father in every way she could. Which included making potions and charms that helped him to Guard the Heartstone." Sirius answered.

"Then you know what the potion does," Monica said. "Tell me how to help him. He didn't even know me!"

"On the contrary Monica, he knew you as Althia," Rhia interrupted. "He remembered a historical event from the original Gathering."

"What? I did what?" Draco asked.

"Never mind," Rhia said. "Feeling like yourself again are you?"

"I've never felt any different," Draco said. He looked around. "Is it just me or did it get darker?"

"What are you talking about? It's not any…" Rhia stopped and looked up. The sun was gone, hidden behind black thunderclouds. "Uh oh." Harry looked up and then over at the others.

Alaster and Rose were still going at it. George was standing by Rose, ready to stop her if it got really out of hand. Fred was next to Alaster for the same reason. Harry felt the warm weight of Ka'lina wrap around his shoulders. Without looking at her, he pulled her off and handed her to Rhia. "Something's happening." He said softly. Neville and Ginny started scooping up seeds and returning them to the bag. Hermione sat amid a circle of books, writing furiously on her notepad. Ron was reading over her shoulder. Daniel was talking to Ana beside the boulder. Harry heard a snap. Rose had flames flickering between her fingers. George grabbed her hand before she could throw anything at Alaster. "Where are the twins?" Harry asked.

"They're right there," Sirius said.

"No, the little twins." Harry said. George and Fred were both in it now with Rose and Alaster. A moment later, Daniel and Ana joined in. When they moved, Harry could see the girls. They were both huddled by the boulder, their kits clinging to their robes. The leaves of the trees started fluttering in the wind. Without conscious thought, Harry looked at his hand. A crackling ball of barely reined lightning sizzled between his fingers. With a swift motion of his hand, he threw the ball to the ground between Rose and Alaster.

The nose wrinkling smell of ozone filled the clearing as lightning sliced through the air and scorched the ground. There was a loud clap of thunder. Everyone turned shocked eyes to Harry. "Don't look at me. Stop them." He pointed to the crouching girls.

Daniel was the first to reach his sisters. The wind whipped through the clearing, tearing at clothes and hair. He had to yell to be heard. "What are you doing?" he asked Reggie. As he touched her shoulder, his robes stilled. The wind still buffeted everyone else, but it was as if it couldn't touch him.

There was no rain falling yet but the clouds were heavy, dark and low with the impending deluge. Rose left Daniel to his sisters as lightning lanced across the sky. Rose tapped the boulder with her wand. Their calm classroom appeared. As one, ten dannikits dived for the opening. Anondir and Ikarus remained with their companions. Ana tried to pull Ikarus away from Reggie but he only clung harder to his mistress. Daniel shook her lightly. She looked up. Those close enough to see her eyes backed up a step. They were a deep blue, the pupils mere pinpoints. Lynne was the same when he lifted her head. Neither seemed to see their brother. Neville, Ginny, Draco and Monica hurried into the classroom. Harry watched the sky. Electricity still crackled between his hands.

With a look at the stunned Alaster and the frantically motioning Rose, Rhia threw the edge of her cloak over Harry's humming lightning rods on the ground. Using the cloak she scooped them up without touching them herself. Pulling Sirius behind her, she went into the classroom. Fred and Ron helped Hermione gather her books and hustled her through the portal. Daniel and Ana were still trying to rouse the twins. George motioned to him. Talking was useless in the wild wind. Rain began to fall in hard, needle-like drops. George picked up Lynne and put her over his shoulder. Daniel followed suit with Reggie. They went through the boulder. Lightning sizzled and crackled directly above the clearing, directly above Harry.

Although he was drenched to the skin, his black hair still stood on end. Each brilliant flash of lightning was almost instantaneously followed by a deafening crash of thunder. Rhia came back through the portal. With a tug and a shove she got Ana and Rose out of the clearing. Then she went to Harry.

"Come back Harry. Come back from the edge. Let it go." Harry heard her voice as if from a great distance. "Blessed Hell Harry! If you don't come back right now, I'll never kiss you again!" Suddenly, there she was, her eyes as gray and stormy as the sky above them. It could have been tears or rain streaming down her face, he couldn't tell. She smiled ruefully and took his hand. Together they stepped through the portal.