CHAPTER 2: Memory Lane

"Harry, slow down. Don't tire yourself. We'll get to them." Lyza told, trying to remain calm. Harry took a deep breath and coughed. The smoke was thick in his lungs, it felt like the equivalent of smoking ten cigars at once.

"There's definitely a real fire, Lyza. I can smell it." He told.

"I know, Harry. Don't panic. We can't panic. The kids can't panic," even as she said that they heard the kids screaming.

They got to the kids room. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Why was there only one kid there? Why was there only one kid screaming? Who was missing?

"Harry, where's Raynelle?"

"I don't know. I'll grab Lucifer, you start going downstairs for Rayn."

She ran for the door, still on her hands and knees as Harry went on all fours into the bedroom. "Lucifer, Lucifer listen to me. You have to trust me and get off the bed."

"Dad! Dad what's going on!" Lucifer asked.

"I don't know, but we need to get out of the house, now." Harry ordered.

"Okay. Dad? DAD! Where's Rayn?" Lucifer was already panicking. "She's downstairs, oh my god, she's downstairs. Dad! We have to get downstairs!"

"Don't worry Loof. We'll get there. Now, get off the bed and go on your hands and knees." Harry told. Lucifer shook his head.

"I'm going to fall through the floor."

"No, you aren't Buddy. Don't worry. Come on." Lucifer edged off the bed. Edged carefully and slowly. Harry was worried, he could hear his daughter screaming.

"MOMMY! DADDY! HEELLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEE!" He heard her voice downstairs. Lucifer was right. She was downstairs...

Lucifer started crawling carefully.

"I'm going to die...I'm going to die...I'm going to die..."

"You are not going to die Lucifer! Get a grip!" Harry yelled.

"Fine! I'm gunna fall through...I'm gunna fall through..." Harry ignored it, at least now Lucifer was crawling at a good speed. When they came to the stairs they looked with wide eyes. Fire had crawled up to the bottom of the stairs from the downstairs area. Lucifer screamed. "RAYN! RAYN WHERE ARE YOU! MOM? MOM!"

Lucifer, I want you to go back to your room and go out your window - "

"But dad–"

"No buts! I know you to well, you have a latter, I saw you making it. Go!" Lucifer scrambled to his room, and he started grabbing his latter.

Harry on the other hand thought of what he could do.

He could only think of one thing.

He took out a long stick with a handle. It was worn and was often seen around the Leaky Cauldron in London. He mumbled some words and the fire dulled for a moment as he jumped past it. He heard it start to flare up again.

"Lyza? Lyza, where are you?" He asked. He ran from the kitchen, to the dining room, to the living room. The living room was overwhelming.

The smoke was inevitable. The fire there was thick.

"AH! I'M BURNING! MOMMY HELP ME!"

"WHERE ARE YOU!" Harry yelled. "WHERE ARE YOU!"

"Daddy! Daddy, I'm by the couch! Mommy's not waking up! HELP ME DADDY! THE FIRE'S BURNING ME!"

Harry jumped through the fire. Though it was burning him, he could barely notice.

His wife and daughter were in there.

And they were dying.

He ran past and saw Ray sitting with Lyza lying on her. Lyza's clothes were obviously burned, what was left of them were stuck to her skin. She was burned in the face, on her hands...anywhere which could burn had.

She wasn't breathing.

Harry flung his wife over his shoulder, and grabbed his daughters hand.

"Ray, I need you to be very, very calm and I need you to run as fast as you can with me." He told her. She nodded, trying to keep her lip from trembling.

They ran.

And the fire chased them.

"Dad? Dad, wake up." Lucifer whined. He shook him.

"What do you want?" Harry said in just as much of a whine.

"People are downstairs to see you. They said it's really important."

"I'll be down in a minute." Harry waited until his son left and got dressed. He didn't try to tame his hair, but he put in his clear contacts, made sure that his scar was unseen, and made sure that he didn't look like he had JUST woke up.

He went downstairs. Neither of his kids were there, but many people were on the couch. He recognized them all at once.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped. She came and hugged him. Ginny followed, Neville just nodded his head. Lavender and Pavarti smiled to Fred and George and then to Harry.

"Oy, Mate!" Ron smiled.

"Harry, dear, how are you?" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Oy, look, no more scar!" Fred (or George) gasped. The twins smiled at each other.

"Hello Harry, long time no see." Remus smiled.

They all looked old. The parents were greying, and the others looked like parents.

Which they were because Harry saw the kids on the ground staring up at him.

"You're Harry Potter!" One told.

"These are our kids." Ron told. "This is Jane Sasha Weasley," Ron told pointing towards the oldest, who looked around 14 or 15. She had red hair curly hair, blue eyes, and a lot of freckles but she looked like Hermione.

"And this," Hermione smiled. "Is Paige Weasley," she pointed towards a six or seven year old little girl who looked just like her older sister.

"I've read all about you," Jane smiled.

"That ones not mine." Ron told. Hermione elbowed him. "Jane's Hermione's double." He grabbed the youngest and flipped her upside down on his shoulder. "This one's mine!" He said as he tickled her.

A dark girl with red-brown hair smiled at Harry, "I'm Venessa Weasley. My Mum's Pavarti, my Dad's Fred." Harry smiled back at her for her nerve.

The other girl was pale but had dark hair, and blue eyes with freckles. "I'm Victoria Weasley, Mum's Lavender, Dad's George."

The last kid there was only about eight or nine years old. He had so many freckles his skin looked black, and he had green eyes and red hair.

"My name's Austin." He was obviously Ginny and Nevilles son.

"Nice to meet all of you," Harry told. "And nice to see you all again."

"Of course, Harry. You couldn't expect we didn't. How are you feeling?" Hermione asked. He shrugged. "You have kids, where are they?" Hermione asked.

"They're upstairs. Here, let me call them." He went to the stairs. "Guys! We have guests! I want you to meet them! Come on down, that means you Ray." He knew if he didn't say that directly she would make up some smart–ass remark that she didn't know she had to come down. He heard Lucifer come out of his room, and he came downstairs.

"Hi." Lucifer said, looking at each person.

"I'm Remus, this is Hermione, Ron, Molly, Arthur, Lavender, Pavarti, Fred, George, Neville, Ginny, Venessa, Victoria, Jane, Paige, and Austin." Lupin smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Lucifer. Lucifer James Charles Macbeth." Lucifer loved to say his full name. "And, my sister is coming down very soon." He said loudly, obviously to get his sister's attention. They heard someone stomp down the stairs and come down. She stopped when she saw so many people. Harry was suddenly reminded of the time when he was in second year when Ginny saw him and backed away. But she didn't back away.

"Hi." She said just like her brother did. "I'm Raynelle Nerezza Bella Macbeth." She also loved to say her full name.

"Raynelle and Lucifer, I like your names." Ginny smiled.

"Thank you."

"How many months in between you two?" Ron asked. Harry made a face which tried to warn him to stop, but it was too late. Lucifer looked at his sister who looked back. Her eyes showed how annoyed she was, his eyes shone in triumph.

"Don't even say it–" Raynelle warned.

"Actually, it's only two minutes. Ray is just short."

"I am NOT SHORT!" She hissed.

"So be it." He rolled his eyes.

"Loof, don't say that," Harry warned.

"Yeah, I use those words. They're very powerful." Rayn narrowed her eyes.

"Oo I'm going to be cursed." He whispered.

"I hope you are." She hissed back. "Magic shows no mercy."

"Magic?" Lupin asked.

Harry knew that no one there was in robes, but in Muggle clothes. Harry had told them he would not want to ever make his kids go through what he did. It was too dangerous. So they dressed like muggles. And Harry praised them for it. But now Lupin thought they knew. Harry butted in at once.

"No, both Ray and Loof believe in Witchcraft. You know, Wiccan and such." He hinted they all seemed to follow. "They both know there's no such thing as magic."

"Says you Dad." Lucifer snarled.

"Yeah, we both know there is." Ray finished.

"We have proof." They said together.

"Oh really, what would that be?" Harry raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other.

"Dad," Ray sighed. "You're hopeless." She stormed up the stairs.

"Sorry everyone...Raynelle's a little...unsociable." Lucifer said before running after her.

"Bad time?" George asked.

"No, Raynelle hasn't ever had friends since that night. She's sure it was her fault."

"Why would that be?" Neville asked.

"Because she was the reason Lyza went down there in the first place. It was really scary if I remember right. I remember I had second degree burns all over my body. Both Lucifer and Raynelle escaped with nothing. Then again, Lucifer wasn't near flames in the first place." He shrugged. "They do believe in their magic."

"Do they do real Magic?" Arthur asked.

An owl arrived at the window at that moment, tapping his beak. Harry grabbed the parcels and through them into the fire.

"Answer your question?"

"Harry, maybe you should just let them go." Ron told.

"Don't you remember all the fun we had? They aren't like you. They have no reason to be hunted. No one knows they're yours because you changed your last name. They could be normal." Hermione told.

"As normal as you can be for witches and wizards." Ginny laughed.

"Besides, it might be good for you." Molly told. "You could pick yourself up. Get a good paying job–"

"And for the kids? Lucifer is obsessed with his drawing. He couldn't do it in Hogwarts."

"Yes he could." Hermione told. "You know he could. Don't you remember Jenna Davis?"

"Fine. What about Ray? She loves to sing and act...even though she hasn't for me for five years, but she does when she's alone. I know it. She'd die if she couldn't. I've read some of her lyrics. It's what she lives for."

"She could go into an empty classroom. And we do have plays every now and then, it's been that way for ten years. Harry, I think they should go." Lupin told.

"And why is that?" Harry snapped.

"Because. McGonagall has been getting messages...alot of magic has been happening wherever you live. And it's not coming from your wand." Hermione hesitantly told.

"Are...are you sure?"

"They are ¾ remember. They are bound to have some magic in them." Arthur explained.

"But...but..."

"You can't stop from having magic." Molly explained.

"Hermione, how do you know this?"

"Well, you know after the battle Dumbledore died, even though Voldemort got away again. But when he died McGonagall – Minerva – became Headmaster. She asked me to teach her Transfiguration classes after Jane was born. I accepted." She shrugged. "If you are absolutely positive that you don't want to leave your kids, you can teach History of Magic, Ancient Ruins, and Ancient Magic."

"What happened to Flitwick?"

"He retired. Come on Harry. You are so amazing...your kids will have to be too." Hermione pleaded. She watched him reconsider.

"You know what, I'll do it. I need to get out of the house, and if what you're saying is true...then I guess they have too." Harry nodded at the thought.

My kids are going to Hogwarts.