Bones of Death

by foxylittlelady

James was visited by a Druid who gave him a gift, a promise and a prophecy. He, and three others, would see Peace. After the Final Battle, she fulfills that promise. Now, four twenty-year-olds out of Time need to figure out where they fit in this new time, while coming to grips with the fact that the Peace they are now enjoying was won by a baby they had sworn and failed to protect

7. New Potters

A/n we get a bit of the past in this one. Hope it's not too confusing. Also, please don't kill me. XD

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25 December 1998, Potter Palace

Hermione, once alone in her room, cast every ward she could think of, wanting to be left alone in her grief. It felt strange to mourn something so intangible as a relationship. She had felt heartbreak every time Harry or Ron pulled away from her while at school, but nothing as permanent as this. This marked the end of her first love and one of her first friendships, and it hurt. She didn't hold out any hope that Ron would still want to maintain a friendship after such a bad break. She doubted she wanted too as well. The bridge was so badly burned, she wished it'd be washed away so she wouldn't have to stare at the wreckage.

She sobbed into her pillows until there were no tears left to shed. She was curled so tightly into herself, she doubted even air could fit between her arms. The loss of one of her oldest and dearest friendships ripped at her heart. The fear of what would come next bleeding her dry. She spent hours in that moment, in those feelings before taking a deep breath and opening her door. Hermione had a promise to keep, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she wished to be alone; she promised. The hall was dark, letting her know that night had fallen and she had missed Christmas. Quietly she moved down the hall, hoping to find what, she didn't know. She just knew she shouldn't be alone.

"Good evening, Love." James was sitting with Harry and Sirius playing a game of Exploding Snaps in the center of her favorite sitting room, which had been decorated for the holiday. The room froze for a moment when she entered. Remus was laying casually against the lounger dousing, Teddy between his legs happily playing with some kind of wooden toy while Lavender moved it about with magic, Lily and Andy were near the fire talking in loud giggling voices, clearly having a few too much to drink, and Minerva was looking on in humorous disapproval. "Happy Christmas." Everyone started laughing, and the room came alive with spirit and holiday wishes.

"Presents?" Teddy's voice cried above the rest in more of a babble, but everyone could guess what he was trying to say as he attempted to stumble over to the tree which was covered in lights and other decorations, that were only possible with magic.

"You... you didn't have to wait for me." Her voice broke, tears building behind her eyes.

"Wait? Pish posh, no one wanted to open any." James gave her a sly smile. "You just brought the Spirit of Christmas with you." She was ushered so quickly to a seat by Lily, that the tears were forgotten in a sea of presents, hugs, Christmas wishes, and warmth. Harry came to sit beside her and with a huge smile, wrapped his arms fully around her, engulfing her in warmth.

"Happy Christmas Hermione." Her returned his hug, burying her face into his shoulder.

"Happy Christmas Harry." Everyone exchanged gifts with laughter, and no one mentioned her breakdown over Ron. It was the best Christmas she had had in a long while. Remus, Andy, and Teddy called it a night first, saying goodbye with words and tight hugs. Minerva followed suit, wishing them all a wonderful rest of break. James and Lily followed silently after them, waving to Harry and Hermione. Sirius stood up, hugging them both tightly and leaving the room. Harry swallowed, locking eyes with his best friend.

"I'm sorry..." He took in a shaky breath. "I had... I didn't know how everything was with you... The Weasleys... and everything." She leaned against his shoulder and let him relay how sorry he was and that he wanted to do better. "I... I don't really know how to be, but Hermione... I want to be here for you. However... or whatever that means... You've always been there for me, in everything." Hermione cried softly, letting Harry pull her into his lap, wrapping her fully in his warmth.

"My Parents..." She sobbed, breaking off the words. She couldn't say them again. The truth of how alone she felt, still raw in her heart and mind.

"I know... I heard..." He tightened his hold, joining her with his own tears. "I should have known, but I was too wrapped up in my own grief. I missed yours." She nodded, having never held it against him. "You're my sister Hermione. Whatever you need. I'll happily give it to you." Hermione leaned heavily into her friend. Her mind running through thousands of things she wanted to say, but one stood above the rest, waving with purpose.

"Don't give up on Ron." Harry let out a noise that could have been a cross between a growl and disbelief. Hermione pulled back and her red tear-stained face glared at him. "I mean it Harry. I've never made you choose between him and me, and I won't start now." She huffed, burying her face into his shoulder again. "Just... don't leave me behind."

"Never again." His voice was soft, but full of promise and resolve. "No matter what, it'll be you and me." She scoffed and he sighed. "...and Ron, if he can figure himself out." They stayed together, arms wrapped in comfort and love until well past midnight. Hermione was the first to call it a night, exhausted. She laughed as Harry let out a deep yawn that stretched his whole body. "Goodnight Hermione." She echoed him and moved toward her own room.

Padfoot was curled up just outside her door, the night air cold against her skin causing her to flush. Silently she let the Grimm in, and she settled back into bed, arms full of the black hair pup, rather than nothing at all.

"Happy Christmas Padfoot." She buried her face into the soft black fur, happy to not be alone. He grumbled in his dog voice, stretching out to his full length. They stayed like that for several minutes, before she sighed and sat up. A thought plaguing her and refusing to let her sleep. He huffed in disapproval and placed one heavy leg over hers. "I have something for you." She wiggled away from him, laughing as he attempted to yank her back with his Grimm teeth. She went over to her trunk and pulled out the velvet bag. Sirius had shifted into his human form and was watching her with curious eyes.

"You don't have to give me anything, Kitten." His voice was scratchy, giving her pause. His eyes were red, and she wondered for a moment if he had been crying as well. The break had been so filled with her own issues; she hadn't given anyone else any thoughts. It was a shock as well as a relief. She was finally taking her needs more seriously.

"It's more like... I'm giving it back?" She sighed and handed him the bag. Quietly, with a raised eyebrow he opened the bag and dropped the Black Signet ring into his hand. He gasped, dropping the ring in his haste to get away from it. It bounced on the bed settling almost perfectly between Hermione and Sirius.

"I... I gave you that?!" His voice went up an octave, eyes wide and locked on the ring. The offending object caught the light from her window, appearing perfectly smooth and inviting. Hermione's eyes were locked on it as well.

"I mean, no. I found it in Grimmauld." She bit her lip, picking the ring up and holding it in the palm of her hand. "After you fell through the Veil." Sirius took in a shaky breath, running his hand through his messy black curls. He had a thoughtful look on his face, cheeks turning pink.

"In that room?" His voice was filled with uncertainty.

"Yeah... I know I shouldn't have taken anything from the house, but I had too." She launched into a long-winded speech about the folly of taking magical objects that compelled her to. She missed the sharp twist of Sirius's eyes, having gathered his thoughts. He came to some conclusion that she was not privy to.

"You... You haven't put it on?" His voice was emotionless, eyes locked on her fingers rather than the ring. Hermione paused, shaking her head slightly mind rushing by thoughts so quickly she couldn't grasp one.

"No... I didn't think it was safe... with it being a Black ring." She held it in front of her and felt the familiar pull to put it on. "Do... is it safe?" He nodded, thoughtlessly, his hand wrapped around his chin, hiding part of his expression. She huffed annoyed with herself for not trusting her instincts and wearing it sooner. Without waiting for further explanation, she slipped the ring onto her middle finger on the left hand. Sirius let out a sound that could not be human. Hermione turn her eyes too him, confused by the reaction.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have." She pulled the ring off and presented it to him, assuming he was upset about her wearing a Black ring. Sirius jerked away from her, shaking his head. He took in a deep calming breath, holding up his hands to ward her away from giving him the ring.

"If Grimmauld... gave it to you." He took in a sharp breath, "It's yours." He shifted back into Padfoot not wanting to discuss it further. She huffed, annoyed that he was refusing to speak to her about the ring. Quietly, she gazed at it sitting in the palm of her hand, debating putting it back on, but ended up shaking her head and returning it to her trunk. Sirius did not react to her choice, merely making a show of casually stretching and occupying over half her bed.

Hermione joined him, happy to have Padfoot with her, rather than being alone. Surrounded by warmth and comfort, sleep came easily.

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3 January, 1999, Hogwarts Express

"Hello Hermione." Luna floated in her eyes glazed "Lavender," a Quibbler in her hands, upside down. Normal Luna behavior. "You both have Blibbering Humdingers floating around your compartment. Do you need a distraction? That's what they usually appear for." Her wispy voice was soothing and put Hermione at ease. She had been tense, since boarding the train to Hogwarts. Lavender snorted at the statement, returning to her gossip magazine. Either woman wanted to have a run in with Ron at the moment.

James refused to let them go alone and braved the world to accompany them to the station. Sirius had been surprisingly distant, after Hermione and Ron parted way, as well as the ring incident. James reassured her that he was likely giving her space. Hermione found the whole thing rather upsetting. She saw Sirius as a friend, and she needed all the friends she could get, not know how school would be with Ron around. She'd catch Sirius watching her hands with mild panic, before he'd run from the room. It was all very unnerving and confusing.

"Hermione." Ginny walked in behind her girlfriend, a cautious smile on her face, "Do you two lovely ladies mind two more?" Hermione shook her head and patted the seat beside her. The train had been moving for about an hour, and she had been thankful for the small amount of time to think, with Lavender remaining silent, knowing Hermione needed time for her thoughts. Now, she was ready for someone to distract her. Smiling, Hermione giggled as Luna winked at her. She had not always gotten along with Luna, but they had an easy friendship now.

"How was your trip?" Hermione turned to the blonde, curious. Lavender turned her ear toward the conversation, but continued to skim her reading material. She didn't feel like engaging Luna in a conversation herself.

"Oh lovely, Daddy and I were looking for heliopaths, the army housed at the Ministry petitioned to be release. We were hopeful they'd be easier to find." Luna turned back to the Quibbler, done speaking. Ginny smiled fondly at her, a loving sigh leaving her lips.

"How was the rest of your break?" Ginny asked Hermione, turning her eyes to the older woman. Lavender growled, and the others in the compartment, politely, ignored it. "I'm glad you found a more hospitable place to stay." Ginny frowned, her gaze locking back on Luna as Lavender tightened her hold on her magazine. It was the day after the moon, and she was easily riled up. "I know that's the first thing I'm doing once I graduate." Hermione nodded, knowing that Mrs. Weasley was making life hard for her only daughter with the best intentions. Hermione thought, the best intentions often led to the worst results; not that Mrs. Weasley would listen to her.

"Uneventful... I barely left my room." Hermione confessed, wanting to speak to someone. Lavender and Lily were constant visitors, but knew that she just needed time to process everything. James kept her well supplied with chocolate, and the House elves made her favorite food to tempt her down for meals. The rest of her holiday was spent quiet, tears a constant behind her eyes, ready to spill at the wrong word. Now, she felt better, knowing that no matter what she would always be welcome at Potter Palace.

"Where Ron?" Hermione had decided while speaking with Ginny that she wanted to have the confrontation with her ex-boyfriend as soon as possible, then she could stop worrying about it. Once it was over, she could breathe easier on the express.

"He..." Ginny made a face, twisted with concern and uncertainty. "He met with the Headmistress and Kingsley after Christmas, and they decided that he would be better off joining the Aurors, rather than finishing his seventh year." Lavender snorted, quietly wrapping a supportive arm around Hermione, who felt her stomach drop out from under her. She felt guilty at having convince him to attend his final year, only to abandon him midway through. Her guilt was immediately washed over with relief; she wouldn't have to see him at Hogwarts. The guilt flooded her again at the relief. She shouldn't be relieved at his abandoning his school half way through the year because of her. Ginny watched her friend's face contort between emotions, overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry..." Hermione mumbled to herself, having nothing else to do, but wallow. Lavender tightened her hold.

"Hermione." Ginny's voice was stern. "He shouldn't have come back at all." She scoffed, leaning back in annoyance. "He has done nothing but complain about being here since day one. He always says he hated being in Harry's shadow, and when he has a chance to not be. He is suddenly in YOUR shadow." Luna nodded along sagely. "He just needs to take a step to the left!" Luna and Lavender nodded along neither speaking.

"He needs to find his own path." Luna's voice had a calming effect, and Hermione sighed trying to keep that in mind. The four girls sat quietly, Luna and Lavender reading, Ginny tossing a quaffle up and catching it, and Hermione looking out the window trying to gather her emotions in a way that didn't leave her feeling like a villain. She firmly believed that breaking up with Ron was the right choice, but she felt responsible for him turning away from Hogwarts. She ended up holding on to the thought that this would be good for him, somewhere new that neither herself or Harry would be present to support or outshine him.

"It'll be good for him." Hermione mumbled to herself, and all three girls agreed. Hermione having settled that in her mind, let her eyes drift to her trunk, where the Black Signet ring sat under a number of pieces of clothing. If the drive to wear it had been bad before, it was almost impossible to ignore now. She had debated with herself about asking what the feeling could be. James would happily answer all her questions she was certain, but something stopped her every time. She told herself that she did want to know, but she a bit afraid of the answer. The train ride continued in silence until they reached Hogwarts.

Hermione quietly sat at the Slytherin table, waiting for Draco to join her. Luna on one side of her and Ginny across, scribbling something quidditch related on a piece of parchment. Lavender opted to find dinner in the kitchen, still not having the best control of herself and wanting to be alone. Hermione was doing her best to look forward to the last half of her final year at Hogwarts, but also couldn't get the guilt of driving Ron away out of her head. Draco sat down heavily on the opposite side as Luna letting out a sigh far louder than his manners usually allowed.

"Whatever you said to Sirius Black. I'd say thank you, but Merlin Hermione, could you have waited until after we finished school?!" His voice was upbeat despite the words of complaint. "The extra work this break was completely unexpected."

"I didn't say anything to Sirius." Her tone coated with her confusion. Draco snorted, opting to fill his plate before responding. Hermione spent the time, trying to figure out what he could possibly be talking about.

"He invited me over break to attend a few meetings at Gringotts, as well as an internship in Cousin Andromeda's new offices after graduation." He took a bite of his food, ignoring her gagging sound of shock.

"Isn't... that a step down from being Head of House?"

"That's just it. I'm not... well not NOW." Draco stressed the word now, drawing it out. "He offered to take over the duties... well Andromeda, obviously, and Mother is my proxy. It frees me up to learn more fully before taking on the full responsibilities." Hermione stared at him, face open in surprise.

"What... I thought being the Head of House was a good thing."

"It's quite kind of him to take on the role, Draco. Having time to really find yourself is a gift." Luna piped in, tasting a little bowl of apple pastry of some sort. Hermione couldn't really tell.

"Yeah." He eyed the blonde, wearily. "A few years to watch and learn will be a great benefit for the future of my House." He was smiling lightly, the small upturn of his lips, the only indication of his happiness.

"Think of what that will do for your reputation." Ginny had a shit-eating grin on her face, eyes narrowed, promising mischief. "And who you will be able to build relationships with." Draco shrugged, his smile growing larger. Hermione had more questions, but knew that the dinner table was not the place for them. She knew Draco had to be excited to bring up such a thing with so many ears around. Luna seemed to agree, her eyes filled with her own joy at watching their once Death Eater friend glow with relief and joy.

The next few days passed quickly, even without Ron, nothing really changed. Hermione guessed that was likely to him ignoring her most of the time they had been back at school. It was an odd sort of relief, knowing that he was not something she needed to worry about. Seamus and Dean kept to themselves, enjoying their budding romance, while Neville seemed to spend more time in the Greenhouses, then in his dorm room or anywhere else.

"He's happier there." Luna had offered once, when Hermione questioned where the pureblood vanished to. Harry had told her that he was spending at least an hour every day at Potter Palace learning the ins and outs of how to be a Head of House. Draco was saved from these endeavors since he had most of the basics from his own father. The first war really effected the next generation. Hermione wondered how Harry would have navigated the world of politics without his father and Sirius to guide him. Ginny answered her thoughts, Hermione would be his guide. She would have learned everything there was to know about that world, in order to make the changes she wanted to, and she would never leave her friend in the dust of her ambition. She'd haul him along as best she could, lecturing and with a focus that was unmatched. Harry would have succeeded if she had anything to say about it.

Changing the world was her goal, even now. She did not want anyone like Tom Riddle ever being able to rise into power again. The prejudices she experienced needed to go. Luckily, she knew Houses Black and Potter had already started the process. Without the war impeding their progress, James and Andy were leveling their rivals like a wrecking ball to a decrepit house. Mass reforms were taking the world by storm. No one stood a chance against the two purebloods with money, influence, and knowledge. The only one with the possibility to, was Narcissa Malfoy and she had thrown her cards in with Sirius, thanks for Draco. Who wanted to place as much distance between the ideals that lead to him being imprisoned in his own house, as well as, his fellow students torture.

His growing friendship with Hermione, was also a factor, along with wanting to respect the chance at a new start she was presenting him with. A chance, if asked, he would say he did not deserve. With most if not all of the powerful pureblood lines either in prison or slowly being swallowed up by House Black, the side of Light was moving forward without issue, dragging the rest of the Wizarding World with them.

It was several weeks after returning to Hogwarts, before Hermione could not fight her curiosity, and she led Lavender to the greenhouse in search of Neville. He had continued his trend of vanishing whenever possible. Hermione was certain he slept in the glass structures at least twice a week. His dormmates refused to comment, agreeing that his business was his own. As she near Greenhouse three, Hermione could hear light voices, a warmth and giddiness to them. Lavender took in a deep breath, scrunching up her face in thought.

"Smells like belonging?" Lavender's voice was filled with wonder, ignoring Hermione's startled face and moving with speed into the greenhouse. Standing toward the back, was Neville dressed in old blue jeans, a top that had seen better days, and a heavy leather apron. His hair had dirt in it and the rest of him wasn't any better. He was smiling asking about a strange red flowering plant held firmly in his hands. Standing just in front of him, eyes looking at him fondly was the Druid.

Winfred Potter had her brown hair tied up with feathers, stones, and other strange ornaments weaved into her locks. The side that had been shaved had grown out, wrapping around her cheek, giving her a more youthful look. Her once deep bronze skin had lightened to a more natural looking brown. Her eyes once a striking gold and silver had dulled, still the unnatural coloring, but not unnaturally bright. She was wearing an old boy's uniform. The button up was way too large for her, and the slacks were rolled several times. She was standing as close to Neville as the plant between them would allow. A warm smile matching her fond gaze.

"DRUID!" Hermione's cry was loud and startling. Neville turned quickly, eyes wide, stepping in front of Winfred with purpose. Lavender ignored everyone else, beelining for the Druid with an unnatural focus. When she reached Winfred there was a rabbit in her place. The rabbit jumped out of Lavender's reach and took off, with Lavender in pursuit. "Neville Longbottom!" Neville had set the plant down and was readying to chase after Lavender. He gasped and stumbled, eyes turning to look at Hermione who was still in disbelief. "YOU! YOU!" She was gasping, repeating the word over and over.

"Me?" Neville tried to help, sheepishly rubbing his dirt covered hands on his jeans.

"You and the Druid!" She stomped over to him, face tight with a mix of surprise, rage, and questions. She had wanted to ask the Druid so many things since she disappeared into the trees after bringing the four back from the dead. She stared eyes taking in the deep blush on Neville's face. He was biting his lip, eyes bright with emotion.

"Yeah..." He practically whispered it. His voice drowning in adoration. "She liked the Greenhouse." He put his hands in his pockets, waiting for Hermione to judge him with a straight back.

"You! You! Winfred Potter!" She turned back toward the direction Lavender had disappeared to. "GET OUT HERE!" Lavender appeared a few moments later, with a fox in hand. The creature barked the high-pitched yap of a fox, attempting to bite Lavender before growling with a huff, and shifting back into the form of the Druid. She crossed her arms like a disrespecting child.

"Caught her." Lavender beamed, pride pouring from every part of her.

"If I could have flew away." Winfred pouted. Neville laughed at her. His eyes bright with affection. She returned the gaze shyly from under her lashes.

"Okay, enough lovesick eyes. I will throw up on the both of you." Hermione huffed out, looking between the two. "Firstly, you and Neville?" Hermione looked at the Druid, the supposed hundreds of years old, powerful enough to return the dead witch, who blushed deeply and moved toward him before tucking herself into his side like a scorned teenager. Neville sighed fondly, draping his arm over her shoulders in support.

"He's wonderful." Winfred's voice was soft, shy as she looked up at Hermione, daring her to say otherwise. Neville's face burst into a wide smile, joy radiation off every part of him. Lavender sighed, looking at the couple with longing.

"Winnie..." Neville started, but was cut off as Hermione gasped in shock.

"I... I... HOW?!" She looked between the two and back to Lavender, who was no help at all. "You're an immortal Druid!" Winnie shrugged.

"Not anymore." She wrapped her arms around Neville tightly, glaring openly at Hermione's shock. "I can't go back to the Obscurity." She leaned into Neville's side. "I was going to stay in the trees, but Neville was warm." She spoke as if it was knowledge everyone should know.

"Obscurity?" Hermione's need to know, overrode her confusion at the couple standing before her.

"Where we go, when we aren't Here." Winnie shrugged, pleased when Neville kissed the top of her head. "Time flows differently there." Hermione remained silent, processing the new information. First the Druid, Winnie, was in front of her, able to answer questions, and had been at Hogwarts since before the first Hogsmeade trip. Likely since school started. She was in some kind of romantic relationship with Neville Longbottom. Druids lived in the Obscurity. She gasped.

"You changed into two different animals." Her voice was soft and filled with disbelief.

"Druid are shape shifters." Winnie once again looked at her as if she should know this. "All Druids can change into at least three shapes not their own."

"Can you teach me?" Hermione was vibrating with enthusiasm. Winnie narrowed her eyes, glaring at her with intent. The four stood silently as Winnie's eyes drifted from person to person, a thoughtful expression on her face. Hermione winding up more and more.

"I don't know." Neville laughed as the tension broke. Lavender giggled, covering her mouth when Hermione glared at her.

"You don't know?"

"Yes." The tension returned tenfold as nothing was finalized.

"How can you... find out?" Hermione waved in the air, frustrated by the lack of information.

"We'd have to try." Winnie shifted away from Neville cocking her head side to side, watching Hermione's face turn red in her frustration.

"Then let's try." Hermione's voice was tight. Winnie made a disgusted sound, shaking her head.

"I'd rather not." She stuck her tongue out at Hermione, reminding her that Winnie was acting more like a teenage than a wise old Druid. "It's a lot of work." She explained when Neville frowned.

"Please?" Hermione tried a different approach. There was a lot she'd do for knowledge. With another sigh the Druid nodded.

"Fine... but bring any others you'd think would like to learn... and no more than four." She pointed with purpose at the seventh-year witch. "I'm only doing this once." She grumbled and turned into a small robin, taking up a perch on Neville's shoulder as a dismissal.

"Umm... don't tell anyone she's here? Please? I don't want her to have to leave." Neville's voice was pleading rubbing his finger lightly on the robin's belly, and Hermione and Lavender both nodded.

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1995, Sometime in Grimmauld

Hermione was sitting quietly watching Sirius and Remus tell stories about their time at Hogwarts. Everyone present was listening intently, completely enamored with the tales of the legendary Marauders. The twins had been blown away when they discovered that the beloved professor of Defense was one of the notorious troublemakers. Sirius and Remus had their moment to laugh as the twins told their own tales, the younger audience members having experienced the pranks first hand, were not laughing as hard.

"What about you pup? Do anything to make your father proud and earn your mother's disapproval?" Harry had not been prepared to speak and turned a bright red. Ron laughed at his expense, and Hermione felt a rush of empathy for him. Harry hated being the center of attention. Her desire to help him swelled up, and she stood drawing every eye to her as she tried to beam with confidence, not knowing how they would react to her statement.

"I once set Professor Snape's robes on fire." She may have done something that was not exactly polite in defense of her friend. But she would not show disrespect for her teacher by dropping his title, like Ron and Harry did. The room was silent for a beat, and Hermione could feel a blush creeping up her chest. The moment she decided it was a good idea to attempt to sit down, embarrassed, all pandemonium broke out.

"Why didn't we know about this." The twins vibrated in tandem. Each climbing on each other to be the closest to her.

"Why would you do that?!" Ginny's eyes were wide in awe. Ron sunk in to a pouty stance, while Harry beamed at her full of pride and appreciation. She had easily taken the pressure off of him.

"YOU SET SNIVERUS'S ROBES ON FIRE!?" Sirius was the loudest and broke everyone into fits of laughter.

"Sirius." Remus was trying to contain his own mirth while scolding his friend. "We need..." He giggled. "...to show our colleague respect."

"Oh, shove it Moony, this wonderful witch has graced us with a chance to hear a story of a lifetime!" His molten grey eyes settled on her; the humor still present, as well as a bit of awe. "Come on Kitten, let's hear it." She smiled at the attention and praise, something she never got from the dungeon bat. Swallowing, she looked around and thought what was the harm?

"And I never got caught!" She added before launching into the tale. When the story was over, everyone was laughing and congratulation her on a job well done. Sirius seemingly not wanting to be out down, suddenly got down on one knee, grabbing her hands with a huge smile on his face and a wide sweep of his hand.

Hermione would never forget the way his eyes were lit up with more life and happiness then she had ever seen before. Azkaban had taken much from the last Black, and moments like this were few and far between. His black Queen shirt torn in places never looked so good. His hands were callused and left goosebumps where they tightened on hers. The whole room was alive with laughter and joy, everyone enjoying the moment of peace between the battles to come.

"I'd be a fool to not propose after hearing a story like that!" His voice was so soft she didn't know if he actually spoke. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her magic thrummed warmly under her skin, almost trying to touch his. "So, what do you say Kitten, marry me?"

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1 February, 1999 Hogwarts

Hermione jerked awake. She had not thought about that moment since before the war. He had meant it as a joke at the time, she was sure, but she had felt nothing but joy at the idea. It had been a foolish thing that eventually had her pressing her lips to his own the last time she saw him before the journey to the Department of Mysteries. She sighed longing for those simple times, but to go back meant living through the pain all over again. She fought down the feeling that she might have been able to change something, anything to make it better. She knew that to save the older Remus and Sirius meant condemning the Potters to death. The Druid had done more for the Potters then anyone ever could.

She snorted at the thought of the Druid. Winnie Potter had proven to not be anything like Hermione had fabricated in her head. The Druid was childish in nature and got a laugh out of having them try ridiculous things after Hermione had requested, she teach her how to be a shape shifter. Lavender tagged along, wanting to watch but having little interest in shifting. Winnie had been honest with the scarred teen, letting her know that she would not be able to shift no matter how hard she tried. That left Ginny, Luna, Draco, and Neville.

Neville had quickly decided he wasn't interested either, and returned to his greenhouses, while the others attempted to find the potential to be shape shifters. Luna almost immediately discovered that she had the ability, but was hung up on whether or not she wanted to undertake the task. Draco was only half trying, mostly trying to appease Hermione. Ginny sat with Luna and would run her fingers through her long hair, showing her lack of motivation. Hermione had started wishing she had invited Harry instead. Winnie gapped at her when she suggested possibly teaching others; Winnie answered by dramatically groaning and leaving them all spread out in the grass 'trying to feel the emotions of the earth.'

Neville really seemed to love her; Hermione found her to annoying. The training had been going on for about a week and only Luna had made any progress. Hermione just could not figure out what she meant by 'sinking into the ground like an earth worm, or twittering like the wind through the leaves.' They were not trying to become wind or worms. Still, Hermione kept trying. She wanted to be able to run with the marauders under the moon, even with the Wolfsbane potion. The full moon was tonight, and Lavender had gone to the infirmary, feeling the moon more than any other month. Remus didn't have an answer to why some months were harder than others, they just simply were.

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1 February 1999, Potter Palace

Harry sat in the office James had set up in the library, watching his father dance around the space. Lily was settled in bed, banned from standing and every other thing James or anyone else could do for her. She was due any day, and the whole of Potter Palace felt the tension as they waited. Sirius had taken to spending more and more time remodeling Grimmauld. Since the break he had been falling more and more into his old habits, vanishing randomly and refusing to tell anyone where he was going. James had threatened more than once to grass on him to Hermione, only for him to turn a deep shade of red and run away.

Mentioning the Hogwarts student was the fastest way to get Sirius to run. Harry had asked Remus, James, and Lily what was going on, but none of them had an answer that made any sense. So, they waited for the black-haired Black to tell them. He would eventually, James had promised, on a particularly bad night. He always talks, eventually. Those were the comforting words Harry clung to as his father spoke to him about House business. Neville had left for the day, and Harry was waiting for Remus to arrive for the moon so he could go sit with his mother. He couldn't wait to meet the newest Potter.

"Got it?" James was standing with a raised eyebrow, as Harry smiled guiltily. "Not listening? Alright, we're done. Go keep your mum company, and don't forget..."

"Yeah, Patronus if we need anything."

"That's right. ANYTHING. Moony has taken his potion, and Sirius will be plenty to keep him company. I'd stay too, if Lily hadn't demanded I leave." James fake-cried. "My own wife needs a break from me." Harry laughed at his father as Sirius and Remus entered the room, both shaking their heads after hearing James's display.

"Can you blame her?" Remus laughed, at Sirius's question. James stuck out his tongue glaring at his friends, before both Potters headed upstairs. Lily wished James a good moon, while Harry sat on the bed with her, his eyes locked on the ceiling. James left after a quick kiss on Lily's lips and stomach. The baby would be good change to their little world. A nursery had already been set up in the fourth room on the second floor. It had been Remus's room, but he had a room on the first floor that was half his and half Teddy's. It was larger and accommodated the father and son better; not that he often stayed there. Harry waited several beats before turning to his mother, who was reading a baby book.

"What would you like to do? Since Dad is not here to tell us not to?" Harry would later wish he had not asked, and instead stayed in the room with her, calmly waiting for the moon to end. They had started out slowly enough, drinking Hot Chocolate prepared by Basil, then moving into the sitting room for a few cards games and ending with a leisurely walk around a part of the grounds warded against the werewolf and his friends. Harry had wanted to turn around after about fifteen minutes, but Lily was stubborn. She had not been able to go for a long walk in over a month, with James's hoovering.

"Harry, love, don't panic." Lily's words broke up the silent night, and immediately Harry did what she told him not to.

"WHAT!?" He was going to die, James, his own father was going to kill him. This would be the shortest return to family in the history of life. He wondered if the Druid would be able to return him to life after James killed him. Harry had accompanied his mum out of the house, putting her in danger. Harry started breathing heavily. Lily huffed.

"HARRY! Stop panicking!" Lily placed her hands on her hips, until Harry took several deep breaths calming himself down. "Now, we need to get to the house." She turned around, "my water broke." Harry James Potter, defeater of Voldemort, savior of the wizarding world, fainted. He came to a few moments later to Lily cursing above him. A bright glowing doe erupting out her wand and vanishing into the air.

"Mum... are you really?" Harry stood up, gazing at her stomach like the child would pop out any minute. His mind flashing to that horror movie Hermione had convinced him to watch over the summer after the war. The creatures would erupt out of the belly of their victims, would his new sibling do the same? He hoped not.

"Yes Harry, don't worry, this part takes ages." She snorted as he danced around her clearly the opposite of what she had told him. "Like father like son." She mumbled with a sigh, continuing toward the house, walking slowly, having to take breathers on the more intense contractions. They had ventured about half way back, when a stag, a slightly off wolf, and a Grimm burst from the tree line, dancing around them in panic. Remus was yipping and whining. Sirius was trying to drag his werewolf friend from away from the soon-to-be mother unsuccessfully. The stag seemed to be constipated. Harry would later learn that in his panicked state James could not transform back.

"MUM!" Harry whined, overwhelmed and completely at a loss as to what to do. Lily sighed and shook her head at the drama around her in the form of four fully grown men.

"BOYS!" She crossed her arms. "Remember the plan! Remus, you and Sirius go back to the old smoking housing. James, for god's sake, take a breath and change back!" Remus whined loud and clear, making his dislike of the plan known. "GO!" Lily pointed away from her, and Remus started away his tail between his legs, whining the whole way. Sirius followed behind him, excited bounces with every step. James managed to shift back after about fifty feet more toward the house. Once he was in his human form, he scooped Lily up, despite her protests and walked briskly toward Potter Palace.

Harry stood outside the door to their room, Teddy in his arms sound asleep. Andy was in the room with James, the midwife, and Oreo. Basil and Minty were cooking enough food to feed the whole of Hogwarts if the smells were anything to go by. They had debated having the baby at the hospital, but Lily wanted to have the little girl at home, just like she did Harry. Harry thought it was just like a Potter to be born on the night of the full moon. Potters were dramatic.

Dorea Lily Potter was born at 8 in the morning on February 2nd. Sirius, Remus, Harry, and Teddy were asleep in the hall, missing the announcement and following laughter from James. Both the mother and baby were healthy and happy.

Lily let two people into her room at a time, first Harry and Sirius. Harry immediately went to his mum, worry in his eyes. He wrapped her in a tight hug, making sure she was indeed alright, and his folly of taking her outside was not deadly. He didn't know what he would do if his mother died as a result of something he did. Sirius walked over the Dorea's crib.

She was a tiny thing with a full head of black hair, and baby blue eyes. He knew from Harry's birth that they would likely either change to green or the hazel of her father within a few short weeks. He hoped they were green. A bit of James and Lily in their children. Sirius reached out slowly, smiling as the little girl gripped in finger with purpose. She was not going to let go anytime soon. Harry after finishing speak with his mum joined Sirius gazing at the baby with love.

"We want Remus to be the Godfather." The werewolf had entered the room, already violating Lily's rules of two at a time. She shook her head, with a fond smile, knowing that the Marauders rarely followed rules. Remus gasped in shock, and Teddy sound asleep in his arms, the only reason he likely didn't react more. There were laws stopping him for claiming guardianship over a baby. They were taking a great risk by naming him Godfather.

"I'm a werewolf." His voice shook, emotions threatening to overflow. He didn't want anything to happen to Dorea.

"So?" James countered, eyes alive with mirth and resolve.

"I... I can't be her Godfather." Remus was shaking, trying to get them to see how unsuited he was to being the guardian of a child. He frowned gazing down at Teddy's sleeping head.

"You'll do fine Moony." James walked over to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're a great father. Besides, with all the changes we're making to the Wizengabot, it'll be easy." The Werewolf nodded, looking at Lily in defeat.

"Who's gonna be the Godmother?" Sirius had turned to the Potters, his expression blank and unreadable. His hand was still in a tight grip of Dorea's puggy little hand.

"Pads, I know you are a bit fluid, but we were thinking Hermione." James was smiling as Sirius barked with laughter. Sirius was never one to conform, it led to a variety of interesting actions that gave him his wild reputation and lackadaisical attitude.

"She'd be perfect." Sirius whispered, something hidden in his tone. The room grew heavy as Sirius made a run for the door, escaping the questions that would eventually follow.

"He's been acting weird." Remus spoke, drifting over the Dorea, while thinking of Sirius. "Well, more than normal."

"Yeah." James agreed, letting the topic drop. "Isn't she beautiful!" James cooed and cawed at the baby, as everyone laughed at him. "Good thing she takes after her mother."

"How can you tell?" Harry wondered out loud, looking at the round chubby face of the baby Potter. He thought she looked more like James, with her black hair.

"Instinct." Lily laughed at James's answer, shaking her head in disbelief. The first week of life with the baby Potter was spent being passed around to a number of adults. She wasn't a crying baby; she'd merely stare up at the stranger and gurgled when she was ready for someone new. Lily had laughed and informed them that Dorea was as different from Harry as one could get. Harry wasn't fussy with his family, but he hated strangers. Everyone loved her.

James was still unwilling to open Potter Palace up to more than a handful of people, so many would have to wait for her to age enough for travel.

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A/n Woo! Baby Potter takes to the scene! This ended up being shorter than I would have liked, but the next part of the story is easily going to make up half of the next one. Don't get too attached to baby Potter, she'll be there, but not a main part of the story. I debated adding more to their Christmas or possibly new years, but it would have all be nothing but filler, and I hate filler.