Hullo!

It's Emerin again, back with the super kickass trequel in my Harry Potter Trilogy after a looooong hiatus. I'll be re-working this entire story because I'm a GENIUS and lost my original notes. But its been 6 years, so I have some excuse. So here we go. I'm going to do my best to finish this before my HP-mojo fizzles out.

The Bureau

Jimmy Moon wasn't who he once thought he was. Jimmy Moon was apart of something bigger. He was part of a pair. Due to that fact, he wasn't even Jimmy Moon. He was really James Potter II, son of James and Lily Potter.

His brother was the epitome of a hero, his blood was probably pure blue. As for him, Jimmy was content just being apart of that. He didn't need anything more. He was simply happy having a living, breathing relative. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case with his brother.

His twin, Harry, wanted much more. Even though their parents had been dead for over 18 years now, Harry still secretly pined for them. More than once Jimmy caught Harry crying himself to sleep. How that boy had been tormented. Jimmy knew. He felt it everytime he looked his twin in the eye. It was there, like a flaming drill boring into his soul. Harry was hurting still, and Jimmy felt it every step of the way. But it was getting worse lately.

Even after the defeat of their greatest enemy, Voldemort, Harry was still awaking to bad dreams and his mind was constantly haunted. Despite his busy life of training to become an Auror, Harry was still plagued by the demons of the people he couldn't save and the brother he let down.

Forced to put off his dream of playing professional Qudditich in order to ensure both Harry and his own's sanity, Jimmy had taken a job offered by Cornelius Fudge as his personal assistant at the Ministry of Magic. It was interesting work, to say the least, and it allowed Jimmy to bring in a steady income so the brothers didn't have to touch the dwindling fortune their parents had left them, as well as keep himself busy enough to never really have to think about anything. Like his nightmares or his scar or the constant ache as if a dagger were piercing his gut (which maybe it still was). The money paid the necessities and Harry's continued schooling.

After graduation, the brothers had lived in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place before a rather bulky satchel and a letter arrived just before their eighteenth birthday. It had been from Draco Malfoy , their mutual Hogwarts best friend, and it turned out to be quite a generous amount of Galleons. With that, and one-third of the contents in their vault, the Potter twins purchased a cottage on the outskirts of muggle Cheltenham. They moved in that very day.

It had been a year since then and they were approaching their nineteenth birthday in a few days. This is where we will pick up their story.

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Jimmy sighed heavily and sunk deeply into the thick, form-fitting cushions of the new sofa. He raked a hand through his loose raven hair and peered about the newly arranged room.

He had spent the whole of his weekend out in local furniture stores with Remus Lupin, his guardian and best friend, and Mrs. Weasley, a sort of surrogate mother, searching for ideas on a new living room. At that point in time, Jimmy and Harry had a hodgepodge of furniture, donated by various good-intentioned friends, since they had nothing to speak of themselves other than the pieces they'd received from their late Uncle Vernon's will. Harry had of course, flat out refused to take anything more suitable or anything in Black Manor. So, that left them with not too much.

Though Jimmy cared deeply for the ancient orange couch which had more patches than original fabric, he thought it necessary to retire it along with the fading black armchair, matching footstool, rickety coffee table and antique (in other words, VERY old) purple loveseat that started to reek of troll.

Lupin got him a deal from an old store on Wichering Lane for 2 matching plush armchairs that were a nice forest green, each with footstools, and Mrs. Weasley had somehow managed to haggle the price very low on the matching couch. But even with the deal, it was all rather pricey and Jimmy had cringed when he parted with a month's wages converted to pounds. After finding a dark cedar coffee table, they had dropped the whole lot off at the cottage. Mrs. Weasley had personally sewn together a runner for the welcoming hall while her daughter Ginny, sewed a magnificent black throw for each couch.

Jimmy, of course, had only Lupin's help moving everything in and setting up since the rest of the traitors were 'busy'. Naturally, Harry was conveniently away on training the whole weekend, which irritated him noticeably. He didn't complain though, spending more time with Lupin was more than ok with him. He could relate with the tawny-haired man on many levels, even though they were quite different in most respects. Lupin was quiet, laidback and calm while Jimmy was verbose and upbeat. Lupin didn't like to get the better of people via witty remarks, even though he very well could, while Jimmy jumped at any opportunity. And though Jimmy had gone through a roller coaster of emotions the past year, Lupin stuck around and actually helped him through it.

Harry had Sirius Black as a father-figure, so naturally Jimmy had Lupin. Both Remus and Sirius were the best of friends with their father, so Jimmy knew he could trust Lupin above all others, almost as much as Harry himself. And ever since he had found out he was with Lupin when his parents were murdered, he'd felt compelled to become closer to the man. Lupin didn't seem to mind one bit.

"So, how does it look?"

Jimmy lifted his head and looked over at the man who's face seemed to have gained its youthfulness since the Dark Lord was vanquished and his own demons put under control." It looks great. Lets just hope Harry approves."

Lupin smiled and ran a hand through his shoulder length blond hair, then adjusted the coffee table on the large rug running underneath all the furniture JUST so." He will. Not like he has a choice. If he wanted a say-so, he should've stayed and not gone in for that optional class on how to use a magic mirror, lord knows he knows enough about that."

Jimmy smirked," Was that just the Gallant Remus Lupin implying that a class should be missed? GASP!"

Lupin laughed and crossed his arms," I'm not ALL work you know."

The brunette nodded skeptically, smiled and heaved himself from the couch, taking the whole of the living room in. It looked alot better now than before. He had used a spell to make the front window taller,running along the length of the wall, so now it allowed the sunlight to absolutely drown the room in brilliant warmth. Mrs. Weasley had made curtains that matched the fabric of the couches, and Hermione Granger, one of Harry's close friends, suggested off-white sheer curtains to put inbetween. They had changed the beige carpet of the room to wood flooring that matched the coffee table and Jimmy added his own touches to the new rug, weaving in a forest along one edge and numerous animals that inhabited it while his Kneazle, Periwinkle, batted her paw at the prancing stags and unicorns nonplussed by her attempts at touching them. Lupin set up pictures on the dark cherrywood sidetables.

"One last thing," He said and flicked his wand at the ceiling. Just like a fast-action plant documentary, a brilliant gold chandelier grew out of the ceiling, branching out in wondrous curves and spirals like a real live vine. Candles bloomed where flowers should've been as wisps of silver danced under the flames freshly ignited.

Jimmy grinned," Nice."

Harry's golden retriever, Max, barked his approval from the edge of the living room.

Lupin nodded and smiled at his handiwork.

"How 'bout some butterbeer to celebrate?" Jimmy asked as he made his way out of the living room and into the kitchen. He was thankful that Harry agreed that muggle appliances would be more comfortable to live with than anything enchanted, so they had bit down their grimacing enough to purchase a new refrigerator, sink and dishwasher, since the old sink had started to produce brownish water. In their bedrooms were stereos, TVs, DVD players and the like, plus a computer and game system, in the den.

Combine all the new things they had to buy to properly fill their cottage, PLUS refurnishing the side of the house and carport since the old landlord accidentally backed into it with his car , PLUS hiring a squad from the Magical Pests Office to rid them of a rather hostile infestation of ashwinders, bundimuns and chizpurfles (each of which decided to wait until the predecessor was exterminated before invading), PLUS being forced to hire a plumber to fix the faulty piping since neither of them knew any appropriate spells, PLUS paying an infuriating fine for having so many magical creatures within muggle proximity, the Potter brothers were finding their 'small fortune' becoming not to fortunous. But it didn't sway them from enjoying their house anyway.

Jimmy grabbed two butterbeers from the fridge and handed one to Lupin as he sat down on one of the six barstools surrounding an island counter in the center of the kitchen. Jimmy poured a bit into a saucer while Periwinkle jumped up onto the countertop and began to lap up the drink gingerly. Hedwig hooted gently from her perch atop a coat rack shaped in the form of a tree( branches, leaves and all) which she had firmly staked out as her own.

Harry and Jimmy had found rather quickly they had no need for a proper table, so they stuck with the convenient counter and simply elongated it. People were always over the house, increasing the need for the new living room along with more than just two stools.

"So, how's Sirius? Out of the hospital yet?"

Sirius Black had had a serious run in with a certain veil from the Department of Mysteries. It was at the time of their last encounter with Voldemort did they manage to save him, and ever since then he had been at St. Mungo's hospital, recovering from a two year death-like state. It was only but 2 weeks ago that he had awoken.

"Oh, he's gotten some of his strength back. Enough to start complaining about why he's not allowed to go home and flirting with most of the female Healers there." Lupin said, taking a swig of his drink and stroked Periwinkle's head as she sauntered over to him, insisting on being noticed.

Jimmy shook his head and smiled," Well, Harry should be pleased then."

Lupin nodded," And hopefully he'll stop running himself ragged and getting himself sick. "

"Eh, thats just Harry. He's a friggin' idiot sometimes. I think he just needs some chill time."

"I'll never get used to your accent," Lupin commented with a grin.

Jimmy scrunched up his nose at him ," I'M not the one with the accent here, Mr. Bloody Bloody 'ell."

Lupin chuckled heartily leaning back comfortably in his seat ," You'll speak like us in no time, just you wait and see."

"Nu-uh. No way. I'll keep my American accent, thank you VERY much." Jimmy stated and looked over at the door as someone stepped in.

" 'Ello? Anybody home?"

"In here!" Jimmy called.

An old man with the snowiest of snowy beards wandered into the kitchen, his blue eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles. Max barked excitedly, leaping up and down at the old man. Periwinkle glowered at the dog in obvious irritation, then curled herself up comfortably infront of Remus, laying her head on his arm. Hedwig merely ruffled irritably at all the noise.

"Professor! Why hello! What brings you here?" Lupin inquired happily.

Albus Dumbledore grinned as he took a seat besides Jimmy, patting the dog into a calmer state," My dear Remus, it has been ages since you were a student of mine. Please, just call me Albus."

Lupin turned slightly pink and shifted nervously in his chair," Ah, no, thats alright. I'll never see you as anyone other than Professor Dumbledore."

Jimmy chuckled and leaned backwards,grabbing another butterbeer from the fridge and handed it to the old man dressed in flowing royal blue robes and a droopy purple wizard's hat.

"AH, thank you Jimmy." Dumbledore said before taking a mighty gulp of the cool liquid. With a loud smack, he put the bottle down and grinned." Quite refreshing. Now, onto why I'm here."

"Oh, gotta have a reason now?" Jimmy teased and propped his foot up on a rung of the stool.

Dumbledore laughed," No, no of course not. But this particular time, I DO have a reason...Now, if I'm not mistaken, it will be your's and Harry's birthday in two days, am i right?"

Jimmy nodded and leaned forward onto the countertop, looking curiously at his old headmaster. Periwinkle took this oppurtinuty to crawl inbetween Jimmy's arms, sitting elegantly upright and flicking Jimmy's chin with her bushy lion's tail.

"Well then, I thought it only fitting I give you both presents." Dumbledore said with a bright smile.

Jimmy blushed smiling," C'mon Professor, we don't need presents."

"Maybe, but you'll get them anyway. I'll wait until Harry comes ho-"

"HONEY! I'm home!"

Jimmy grinned," In here darling!"

Harry strode into the kitchen with a huge grin plastered on his face. He immediately walked over, after being routinely trampled by Max's absolute mad yelpings and pouncings, and gave Dumbledore and Lupin a proper hello. Over the past year, Harry hadn't changed all that drastically. Well, personality wise anyways. With age, his features began to take on that manly structure. His hair had grown long enough that he now pulled it back into a decent sized ponytail at the nape of his neck, held together by a strip of thick dragon's hide, given to him last year by Charlie Weasley. He was just under 6 feet tall, and no longer the butt of his taller friends' teases,

"I saw the living room. It looks absolutely smashing!" Harry exclaimed, thumping Jimmy playfully on the back.

"Well, it better be for what we paid for it," Jimmy replied.

"Yes, well, now that the both of you are here, I'd like to present you with your gift," Dumbledore said as he stood from the stool.

Harry looked at his old headmaster puzzled," Gift? For what?"

"Your birthday," Lupin filled in.

Harry laughed uneasily as he followed Dumbledore, Lupin and Jimmy out into the living room," But thats two days away. Why give it to us so early?"

Dumbledore stood just to the side of the new coffee table and brandished his wand," I'll be away on business to the Irish Ministry of Magic, so, I thought it to be most convenient to simply give it to you today."

Harry and Jimmy nodded slightly, taking positions on the couch in unison so naturally, as only twins can do. Harry had sat down on the armrest of the long sofa as Jimmy leaned against a spot just behind him, both folding their arms at the precise same time.

Lupin couldn't help but exchange a smile with Dumbledore.

The old man pushed up the sleeves of his blue robes, cleared his throat and flicked his wand,"Accucium Bureau."

With a heavy thump, a large bureau made of the reddest wood the brunettes had ever seen landed suddenly next to Dumbledore. With a grin, he waved his hand gingerly over the rough top of the wood.

"Happy Birthday."

The two walked over and felt the dresser's surface with curious fingertips

"But Professor, we already have bureaus. Why give us another one?"

"Because this one belonged to your mother," He answered simply.

Both boys' heads shot up as looks of pure shock filled their faces.

"O-our-"

"-Mother's?"

Dumbledore smiled warmly with a nod, tucking his wand back into his cloak," Indeed. We managed to recover it from the basement of your parents' home shortly after it was destroyed. It has been kept in a vault at Gringgot's until you two were reunited and able to put it in a safe place of your own."

Harry was already tracing his fingers over the keyhole of each of the three drawers," Why are there locks on all the drawers?"

"Ah, your Mum distrusted your Dad even after their marriage. He never did grow out of playing pranks on her," Lupin answered, smiling at the memory of mischievous Prongs.

Jimmy nodded as Harry moved into give Dumbledore a very grateful hug.

"Thank you," He mumbled into the wizard's cloak.

Dumbledore grinned and patted the boy's back," I was simply passing on what your parents intended you to keep."

Harry smiled through tears and looked back at his brother," Why don't we wait until our birthday to open it?"

Jimmy nodded a little, recrossing his arms and took a few steps back to return to Lupin's side,"Yeah, sure, thats fine."

Lupin looped his arm round Jimmy's shoulder and hugged him comfortingly," You guys should enjoy whats in there. I know for a fact Lily kept her prized possessions in it, probably why she always got mad at James for trying to break into it."

Harry pulled away from Dumbledore, words unable to express just how grateful he was for the gift. Every so often, the old man had bestowed possessions of his parents to him. And each time, he devoured every bit of them hungerly, aching for more. And the aching seemed much more consuming now that he was no longer worrying for his well-being or saving the world from an evil dark lord.

Hopefully with the dresser, he'd atleast be somewhat quenched of his need to know them.

Jimmy scrunched his mouth to the side, looking at the old piece of furniture warily. Leaning into Lupin's reassuring hug, Jimmy scanned the worn wood over. He didn't know what he wanted to find out in that thing, but he was sure it wasn't going to help him out any. He was happy with his life now. Somehow, he'd managed to piece himself back together after Skye had died and blocked it out now, only drudging it up when he felt like hurting himself. He'd somehow managed to ignore the persistent pangs of an invisible consciousness just beyond his own, whispering incoherent words of a world of nothing. None of it mattered anymore. He had Harry and Lupin, thats all he needed up pieces of people he'd never even met was only going to wreck all that. But upon looking up and meeting his twin's gaze, he couldn't stay uneasy.

Harry was beaming and Jimmy just couldn't bare to destroy that light in his eyes. So, he grinned back, trying to claim some of his brother's optimism for himself. He leaned into Lupin closer.