Vi: Spain so far is a blast...except I had to fight with a Mac my first day here...I hate Macs but finally I found a PC place. yeh Slytherin/Hugglepuff who knew? But I love Aimee and Aiden's relationship, actually I am thinking of writing a one-shot of just them, together for kicks. Aimee's not intirely Welsh...but yeah maybe she is. eh. oh well. and about the Italian...well I think I talk about it later...it was some botched vacation they took. oh and I am incredibly fond of pointy ears and such as well. i hearthobbits. but anyzways I finally got some more comp time so I decided to type up Chapter Five...and I gave you more fodder for your theory mill. oh and here is a stuffed pet Norweigan Rigdeback for being my most wonderful reviewer. - see isn't he cute!

A/N: welcome to chappie number five, tis a short chapter but well you'll see...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Now kids, think about it. If I did own HP would I still be here messing with your heads...actually strike that.

Light

by

mingingbent

There are two kinds of light—

the glow that illuminates,

and the glare that obscures.

– James Thurber

Chapter Five: And the World Came Crashing In...

"It was a ball, It was a blast,

It was a shame it couldn't last..."

-Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

The slight breeze whisked the leaves up into lazily circles, bright shades of green dancing in the air. The sun shined through the many trees painting a dappled look on the short cut grass. Harry slumped himself in a secluded part of the park, up against a large tree, book in hand, in sight of Aimee who was sunbathing not far away, and the two boys you were playing tag with the other children. Harry wistfully looked on, oh what it would have been like to have a childhood such as this. Diverting his thoughts away from that, he opened the book and on the inside cover he discovered the inscription.

To Aims from RJL

For Everything...

Again Harry read the inscription, the loopy cursive looked very familiar: RJL, RJL... The realization struck Harry across the chest like a plank of wood, he knew those initials, that handwriting. It was Remus', he was sure of it: Remus John Lupin.

But, he thought again, she went to school after Remus and my parents. But, he reasoned, she must have been there at the same time if I have my timelines straight. This thought got his whole head spinning and he decided not to think on it. Resolutely he opened the book again, and started to read. The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak...

Harry was entranced; by the second chapter he found it equally interesting that some of the phrases were highlighted like 'To hear, one must be silent' and '...wondered what was the good of having power if you were too wise to use it.' And this Ogion reminded him sometimes of Dumbledore, especially in his later years. And Ged reminded him of himself, at times especially in his pride.

He began to wonder, wonder on all things especially on himself. Amidst the war Harry had no time to think on his own power, his own magic past the extent that he could harm and kill. No seeing the words on the page, it prompted him to think of his own strength and how he should like to use it: what in essence it was for other than going up against Voldemort.

The snap, the pop of someone Apparating jumbled his senses for a second; he hadn't heard that sound in weeks. Getting to his feet quickly, wand raised he fixed his sights on the park. Four dark robed figures advanced on Aimee who too, stood wand at the ready, their masks obscuring their faces.

Damn...

"Crucio!" Harry barked, he scarcely heard Aimee cast a body-bind curse over the blood pumping in his ears.

Harry had a sudden thought – the children – before once again casting another curse, it almost missed it's mark. Before he could cast it again, the Death Eaters disappeared.

Over the din of the very surreal moment, Harry heard Aimee heavily, "Oh shit."

"I can't stay here any longer Aimee, I love it here with you and the boys, it's been a little paradise but you saw what happened – they found me." Harry rattled on slumped against a chair in the living room.

"I know...I know." Aimee at the moment was staring at something past Harry, at something in her mind's eye, her lips plastered together and eyebrows drawn in thought.

"Well since they found you," she frowned, "They also found me."

Harry cursed himself, he hadn't even thought of that. He hadn't thought that maybe Aimee Carlisle was hiding as well. Then he though of her boys.

"Oh, Merlin, Aimee, you-the boys..." he trailed off.

"No, I'll find a place for them, they can stay with a friend of mine Helen. She has a safe house upstate New York, somewhere near Albany, but..." Aimee spoke softly still turning over questions in her mind.

"So, Mr. Potter how exactly are we getting home?"

We, she said, we. Harry tried to hook that in his mind.

"But, you can't be serious, can you?" Harry just stared wide-eyed at her. She couldn't think of coming back, with him.

"I think-no I know for a fact that I've been hiding from my demons long enough Harry, it's time I faced them, and there isn't any better chance that this."

well, guess away my dear friends...guess away!

tata for now

cheers MB