Chapter 3
London: 12 Grimmauld Place
Mrs. Weasley followed the Roswellians up the stairs. She had to be patient because they kept stopping to examine the strange things on the walls. There were pictures, mostly photographs and commissioned paintings of the historical line of Blacks. To the teenagers' delight, all of the pictures were moving, some in great activity, some snoring loudly. When the novelty wore off, the group stepped into the hallway on the second floor, waiting for Mrs. Weasley to show them to their rooms. Kyle brought up the rear, and Mrs. Weasley waited until he joined the others before speaking.
"All right," she began, "here we are, then. There are three rooms close together on this end of the corridor closest to the stairs. Michael and Kyle, you two will share this first room here on the left. Isabel and Maria, you will share this room." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the room to the right of Michael and Kyle's room. "And this will be Liz and Max's room." Mrs. Weasley finished, pointing to a door on the opposite side of the hallway.
"Why can't I share a room with Maria?" Michael asked. Mrs. Weasley fixed him with a stare that came from years of dealing with her own six sons.
"Because! Liz and Max are a married couple, Michael! Whatever the horrid Black family might have done in here-with the exception of Sirius, of course- this household will stay morally sound while I'm running it!" Mrs. Weasley stopped and with her hands planted firmly on her hips, gave Michael a vicious stare with a warning written all over it.
"Okay! Whatever!" Michael had never met someone like Mrs. Weasley. She was annoying, yet at the same time, she was the kind of mother he'd always envisioned having. He'd watched hours of old 1950's sitcom reruns and had always spent whole afternoons, when he should have been in class, imagining himself in a family like that. She was the kind of mom who left milk and cookies for snack in the afternoon.
"Plus, if you think I'm sharing a room with Kyle…" Isabel started.
"Isabel, Michael-let's just get to our rooms, huh? Stop giving Mrs. Weasley a hard time. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. For everything." Max was annoyed at his fellow aliens' junior high school behavior. Michael flashed a sarcastic grin. Mrs. Weasley gave Max a warm look.
"Yes, O Fearless Leader," Michael quipped. Max was being exasperatingly royal again. Max rolled his eyes, and grabbing Liz's hand, he pulled her into their room. He closed the door behind them and the sound of doors closing in the hall told him that the others were getting settled, too. Liz walked around their new room, examining its contents while Max unloaded their bags, which had somehow gotten there despite the chaos, and began putting clothes away. The dresser kept rearranging their clothes so that when he went to open the drawer again to put something else in, he'd find that the dresser had changed things around to make room for more items.
"Everything in this world is so different. Very cool, though" Max told his wife. She turned away from the very large picture of a woman who kept looking at her as if she was the scum of the Earth.
"Oh, really, Max? And you're not different?" Liz teased.
"Well, this is the first time that I can get a sense of what you guys must have felt like meeting me, Michael, and Isabel. It's kinda like the Twighlight Zone." Max sat on the large four poster bed. Liz sat down next to him.
'Yeah. Know what you mean. You know, I'm going to have to get a new journal for this" Liz said thoughtfully. Liz, scientific as she was, kept a journal for everything. Though, she had learned her lesson about keeping Max's alien status in a book. She had thought it stolen once and had gone through a lot of trouble to get it back, hoping it wasn't in the wrong hands. Since then, she never took it off her person, except to sleep. Even so, she kept it under her pillow.
"So, school starts for the kids next week. Didn't Mrs. Weasley say we'd meet them tomorrow? You know - when Mr. Weasley was explaining about that poor Harry kid and that dark wizard?" asked Max. He felt kind of like Harry would be something of a kindred spirit. They both had a bigger than average destiny and they both had people trying to kill them. The only difference was that everyone knew about Harry, which gave him a lot more support than Max ever had.
"Yeah. I think Mrs. Weasley said we're going shopping with them for school supplies after breakfast. She wants us to see Diagon Alley. I wonder what we're gonna do for money here. I forgot to ask about money." said Liz.
"Well, let's forget all about it until tomorrow. I'd rather do something I've been waiting to do for two years…" Max pulled Liz in close and kissed her lightly. She was nervous. He could feel her body shaking. This would be the first time for her. He put his hand on her neck, just under her hair and kissed her harder. With his other hand, he unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. Then, he stopped and pulled his own shirt over his head. Putting one hand on the back of her head, he tipped her backwards onto the bed.
They were now kissing heavily and exploring each other. Max slipped off her small skirt. She was still shaking, but for a different reason. God, Max had waited a lifetime to touch Liz like this. He heard her gasp as his fingers found her sex, and the couple slipped into ecstatic oblivion.
Without stopping, Max kicked off his pants. There was an eternity of just feeling and kissing everything -her breasts, his chest, her shoulders, his butt -every part of the body imaginable. Oh, and especially her stomach. That part of Liz's body was the most special to him. It was the healing of the flesh on that part of her that had started everything. She had been shot and he had risked exposing everything to save her. That's when all the trouble started. But, he didn't regret it one bit. Because of her, he had discovered his heritage. Because of her, he was still alive.
And then...Liz gasped loudly and moaned. And then - the flashes.
FLASH
The pods
Lost in a desert, naked
Where's Rath?
Can't find Rath
New parents now
Vilondra and Zan have new parents
Healed a bird
Found Rath, not Rath anymore
Michael
FLASH
Always in love
Who is that girl?
My mother said -Liz Parker
Admiration from afar
My beautiful queen
Queen Liz
FLASH
Liz is shot! No!
No! Rath says,
You'll expose us!
She can't die, Michael
I won't let her
My hand over her stomach
Healing her with bright light
FLASH
Fear
Pain
White Room
Please,
Just don't hurt Liz!
Liz and Max
Max and Liz
Elizabeth and Zan
He saved her
She saved him
FLASH
His mother-explaining his destiny
He has seen his real mother
His sister-Vilondra?
No, Isabel is her name now.
FLASH
I am King Zan of Antar.
Kivar is the enemy!
Pretender King!
Grindelwald!
A traitor!
FLASH
I'm not a king, just Max
Flashes of green hitting an SUV
Portkeys
Wizards
Another green flash
A different kind
Evil
A baby
With a scar
A woman's scream
Harry!
FLASH
The present
Max sat up, staring at Liz. In that moment, the moment of final release, he had completed her. He had felt the power leaving him as the flashes continued. He had changed her. Liz knew it, too. She could still feel the remnants of his flashes in her mind, the alien power coursing through her body. She had small, electric power before because Max had healed her and shared all of himself with her, never holding back. But, now, she knew. She was just like him now. She was alien.
After a few moments of silent wonder, each holding the other, Liz sat up suddenly and said, "Grindelwald and Kivar!"