I apologise. All I can is fall to my knees and grovel for forgiveness. My second year at college was extremely eventful and what with all of the course work I had to do, there was no time for my creative writing. Heads up to PadProngs, for asking in a review recently if I was going to finsih this. I hadn't realised exactly how long it had been since I last updated.

Thanks to Miam, padprongs, Avy-Snape, goddessa39, blinks, Jeanne2, Kiwiknight, Marguerida, TheGodfatheroftheBoyWhoLived and Pandas rule the world for reviewing the last chapter. I just realised that I haven't put up a disclaimer. Bad me. I'll do it now. I do not and never will own the Harry Potter verse. Daisy is mine as is the annoying Megan. The rest belongs to the goddess that it J K Rowling


POP. Ron immediately leapt away from Remus.

"If you're going to do that, at least have the courtesy to warn me." Ron said glaring at Remus.

"What? There wasn't enough time to tell you where we were going." Remus frowned. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. He had just grabbed Ron from behind and apparated several hundred miles to the English side of the border between England and Wales.

There was a quiet POP as Megan arrived next to Remus.

"Apparating. Grabbing me. Take your pick." At Remus' silence, Ron cried, "We told you in the caves, we have never apparated before." Remus' eyes widened in shock. He had completely forgotten. "Oh, now you remember. Apparating is awful when you don't know what to expect. Didn't you ever realise that? I could have got splinched!" Ron place great emphasis on the last word.

"Ron, I'm sorry but we had to get out of there quickly. The Death Eaters were coming and as much as we all have issues with them, three against several dozen would not last very long."

On opened his mouth to retort and realised that he could think of nothing to say to that. Instead he said, "So, where are we now?" It was the best that he could come up with on short notice.

Remus just grinned and said, "A lot closer to your friend now."

"Huh," said Ron slowly. "So if you didn't have enough time to tell me where we were going, how did Megan know?"

"I just knew," said Megan. At Ron's quizzical look she elaborated. "I'm not sure how but spending so much time in the tunnels, people seem to have developed a kinda link to each other. Probably 'cause of so much concentrated magic."

Ron just nodded. He didn't understand completely but he found that in cases like this, the best thing was to nod and smile and at least look as if he understood. It had served him well for many years.


It was Hermione's turn. She had been drifting off to sleep when she heard the steady rhythm of two pairs of feet and something being dragged along the corridor. She dragged herself to her feet and stood facing the door. She was not going to let them see her afraid. She was going to face this like Harry had faced Voldemort before. She was going to be strong. She was not going to let Voldemort see how she really felt.

The door opened and there were two figures standing in the doorway. They tossed in the still form of Sirius they were dragging.

They saw Hermione standing in front of them and grinned nastily at each other.

"Your turn girl," one sneered at her.

Hermione took a deep breath and said, "I know. Let's get this over with."

"Well," said the other person, "You won't be so calm when you have your 'meeting' with the Dark Lord."

Hermione stepped, well limped, slowly forwards. She was trying very hard not to shake. She was terrified. As she reached the door she turned round to look at her companions. Fred looked lost. He didn't know what to do. Sirius' eyes opened slightly and he groaned when he saw Hermione. Although, Hermione thought, he could just be groaning because of what happened. Sirius, her Sirius from home, was hiding out of sight. So far the Death Eaters hadn't realised that the wall between the two cells was missing.

The Death Eaters grabbed hold of one of her arms and led her out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind them. There was the click as the locking spells settled into place, and then Hermione was led away.


"Sirius, please wake up," begged Fred. He was afraid for Hermione and he needed Sirius awake to talk to him.

"Fred. Calm down. He's just been tortured. Quite badly by the looks of it," said Sirius looking at the injuries his counterpart had received. "It'll take a while to recover."

"What do you know about it?" snapped Fred irritably. He immediately regretted his tone realising Sirius was only trying to help. "I'm sorry Sirius. I didn't mean…."

"Don't worry Fred," said Sirius. "But I do know about torture and all the joys that go with it. Remember, up until fifteen or so years ago, we had the same lives." Sirius couldn't say anything more because his injured counterpart woke up properly. He groaned, took one look at Sirius, yelled out loud and promptly lost consciousness again.

"Huh," said Sirius thoughtfully, "I didn't expect him to do that."


Daisy and her mother had dismissed the orderlies and were sitting by the hospital bed that held their patient.

"Mum, who is he?" asked Daisy once again, looking down at the boy. She had been pestering her mother for several hours. Daisy was delighted to hear her mum sigh in defeat. Daisy couldn't help but grin. She had won.

"I suppose you deserve to know. You did save his life after all."

"Mum, he has really bad injuries. The doctors aren't sure if he'll live."

The woman looked at her daughter, smiling slightly.

"He will. If he's anything like his parents he'll be fine." How her daughter managed to get all of these secrets out in the open was a mystery to her. "I can't tell you much because I don't understand how he can be lying there. He'll have to explain when he wakes up." At her daughters quizzical look she explained. "Well Daisy, he's older than you that much is obvious but if he's older then you then that means that his name's Harry-"

"So we can put a name to him now?"

"I don't know if we can darling. I know that his mother didn't have another child till Megan was born. Harry died fourteen years ago. He died the night that our way of life was doomed."

"I don't get it mum. If he died then how can he be here?"

"I don't know. Oh God," said the woman, putting her head into her hands. "I can still remember the day Lily phoned me up to tell me her baby had been murdered."


Hermione's screams ripped through the silent room. Voldemort had his wand pointed at her, allowing the curse to continue. She convulsed on the floor, her back arching in agony. Voldemort broke off the curse. Hermione lay curled up in a ball, gasping for breath. The pain had been unbearable. How could people go through that amount of pain and still be able to walk away?

Hermione didn't move. She just wanted the pain to end. She wanted to wake up and let this all be just a dream, but she knew it was real. She knew all to well that it was real.

"What is you're name girl?" asked Voldemort again.

Hermione didn't answer. She just lay whimpering on the floor.

"I will not ask again," Voldemort said slowly.

"You will answer," he hissed. "Crucio," he said icily.

Hermione whimpered and screamed in agony as the curse hit her. Thousands of white hot knives pierced her skin. She was immediately forced out of her protective ball.

"You will break," he whispered. "They all do in the end."


Several hours later


"Okay Ron," said Remus sighing in exasperation. Nobody he knew had ever taken this long to master the basics of apparition. "Just breathe. Picture your destination as that tree over there." Remus pointed at an elm tree some fifty feet away. "And then just concentrate completely on seeing yourself by it."

The small group were standing in a clearing and Ron was now getting very fed up. He had been trying to apparate for hours and so far he had managed to splinch himself three times, disappeared and then ended up here he started, and apparating onto the top or the elm tree. It was getting very disheartening. Ron was very close to giving up and from the looks of it, so was Remus.

Ron was going to try once more and that was it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He pictured himself very clearly standing next to the tree, and then he convinced himself he was standing next to the tree. Ron had the sick feeling of being sucked through a windy tube and then it just stopped. Well, that was a new feeling. He opened his eyes and almost fell over in shock. He was standing next to the tree. He'd done it.

"I did it! Yes!" he shouted.

Remus smiled. "That's good. Now get back to where you started from." Ron groaned but did as he was told. He managed to get back to his starting position without too much trouble.

Remus grinned at him as did Megan.

"Well done. See, you can do this."

Ron stuck his tongue out at his companions and threw himself onto the floor.

"Hmmpff. Dad and the others make this look so easy. I'm sure Harry and Hermione will pick this up much quicker than me." Ron glared at nothing in particular and then stood up.

"Okay, now where do we go?"


"So, let me get this straight, now there's two of me in this world and if one of us doesn't leave in the next couple of days then we both will die?" asked Sirius.

The other Sirius nodded.

"And you're Harry's Godfather? The man that I assured the boy was not dead?"

Sirius nodded again.

"Wow. I thought I was going mad when I saw me staring at me."

"You Sirius," interrupted Fred, "have already gone." Sirius swatted at his young friend.

"One thing that I don't understand is…" he trailed off. All three prisoners could hear footsteps echoing along the corridor, the footsteps were punctuated by a dragging sound. They stopped outside the door. Siriususing more commonsense than was usual for him, pushed himself away from his counterpart and Fred and huddled into a corner, hiding his face. He didn't want the Death Eaters to see that there were two Sirius Black's sitting in one cell that used to be two. Sirius was very glad that it was dark in the cell, it made it easier to hide.

The door opened and a limp bundle of robes was thrown viciously into the cell. None of the prisoners moved until the door closed and the footsteps had receded into the distance.

Fred was the first to move. He approached the unmoving bundle slowly, jumping back when it shifted slightly.

"She's alive," he whispered, for in that moment, Fred realised what the bundle of rags was. It was Hermione. She had spent the longest time away from the cells. Who knew what she had been put through.

As soon as Fred said those two words, Sirius, quickly crawled over. Hermione moaned and then slowly opened her eyes. At least, it was assumed she did but it was hard to tell in the darkness of the cell.

"Hermione," Sirius said quickly, "Are you alright?" Sirius knew that it was a stupid question to ask but for some unknown reason, when one person is hurt in some fashion, another person is obliged to ask if they are alright.

"Sirius," whispered Hermione, right before she burst into tears.


Harry slowly began to drift back into consciousness but didn't open his eyes. He felt the soft mattress underneath him and smiled slightly. After days of sleeping on the ground he was back in the hospital wing…the one place where he always ended up after one of his adventures…No, wait. The last thing he remembered was that, that thing flying towards him, and then a terrifying thought that he was going to die. Now that Harry had got that little problem out of the way, he knew he wasn't in the hospital wing, nor back with the Order.

Slowly, cautiously, Harry opened his eyes. Everything was one big blur. No surprise there. Harry jumped when a woman spoke to him.

"Ah, you're awake; I wondered when you'd grace us with your presence. I expect that'll you'll be wanting these."

The big dark blur that was next to Harry suddenly got very bigger, and then his glasses were slipped onto his head and the blurs disappeared to be replaced by the shape of…his aunt Petunia.

Harry's eyes widened, but he kept his silence.

"From your reaction, I believe you know me," Petunia said quietly. Harry could only stare dumbly at the woman. "Now, please, don't lie to me. Are you Lily and James' son?"

Harry continued to stare dumbly. This woman may have looked like his aunt but, if first impressions were anything to go by, she was nothing like his aunt.

Harry opened his mouth, trying to think of something to sat, but all that came out was a sound that sounded like a cross between a grunt and somebody choking. It was a rather odd sound, but the woman, Petunia, only raised her eyebrow and smiled at Harry.

Harry nodded mutely in answer to her question and then, pulling himself together, said, "Um…I am. Sort of. It's…um," Harry searched for the right word. He found it. "Complicated." Harry looked at the woman intently for a minute and then said, "How did I get here, wherever here is?"

"This," Petunia said, waving her arms around her, "is where we live. The entire population of British muggles," Petunia spat the word in distaste, "I believe your people call us."

Harry's mouth dropped open. Remus had told him that the muggles had disappeared and now it appeared as if Harry had found out, albeit accidentally, where they'd disappeared to.

"R-Remus said the mug-" Harry stopped himself, this may not have been his aunt but he she still reacted the same to something that she didn't like. Her lips pursed and she glared at the offender, whether object or person. Petunia had pursed her lips and was glaring at Harry. He quickly rephrased his statement.

"…that the non magical population of Britain had disappeared and he didn't know where."

"Remus? Oh the older looking one?"

Harry nodded and then asked again, "How did I get here?"

"My daughter, Daisy, found you in one of the lesser used tunnels. You had injuries consistent with a high fall. If she had not found you when she did…" Petunia trailed off. She had noticed that Harry was no longer listening. He was in shock. Petunia had a daughter? That was unexpected.

"So young man, are you going to tell me what you meant by 'sort of' being my sister's child and why you ended up in that tunnel, a tunnel in which none of your kind have ever set foot in, and hopefully, no more ever will."

Harry bit his lip thoughtfully. This was definitely not the same woman that he had grown up with. He wondered how much he should tell her, and then settled for a condensed version of the truth.

"My name is Harry Potter and I come from a long way from here."


Some time later
Petunia smiled slightly at the boy lying in the hospital bed in front of her. She had not been in the least bit surprised when Harry finished his story. After their war became public knowledge, nothing shocked her anymore. Harry had gone back to sleep. He had been very badly injured from his 'fall,' whatever that was. Harry had not been very forthcoming in that regard. He was healing, but he needed to sleep for the healing to take affect.

"Mum." Daisy walked into the room. It was her turn to take over watching over Harry. "Have you found out who he is yet? Is he my cousin?" Petunia looked over at her daughter.

"You'd better sit down Daisy," Petunia said, before proceeding to tell her daughter everything that Harry had told her.

After she had finished Daisy found a flaw in Harry's plan to return to his friends outside the city. "He's a Wizard. The Leaders have a Wizard in their possession and they won't let him go."

Petunia nodded. "I know Daisy, but we must get him outside. I know that he is very important to their war. Harry needs to fight. I can't describe the feeling, but this boy is very important. He needs to leave."

Daisy frowned for a moment and then said, "We'll have to break several laws."

"Yes," Petunia nodded.

"Arrested if we get caught," said Daisy, leaning back in her chair, putting her hands to her mouth.

"That's right," Petunia nodded again.

"We could be shot on sight," Daisy frowned at her mother.

"I know," answered Petunia.

"And," said Daisy slowly, a grin slowly forming on her young face, "it means going against dad."

Petunia smiled. Her daughter was very quick to catch on.

"Whatever happens, out actions will embarrass dad,"

"And he'll have to…" Petunia left the sentence hanging, allowing her daughter to finish the thought.

"…resign his post. He'll be left with nothing," Daisy's grin got even wider if that was humanly possible.

Petunia nodded.

"Exactly."

"So what do we do?" asked Daisy, with strong conviction in her voice.

"Well," said Petunia, "what we need is a distraction." Petunia's brow furrowed. She was not sure what could cause such a distraction that they would be able to sneak Harry out without anybody noticing.

"I can help with that." Both mother and daughter looked at the boy lying in the bed between them. Un-noticed by his 'relative's' Harry had woken up halfway through their conversation and was now sitting up, his bright green eyes flicking around the room as if looking for something.

"How?" asked Daisy curiously.

"Do you have my school bag around here somewhere?" Daisy again looked at her 'cousin' curiously, but got up and walked over to a cupboard at the opposite side of the ward. She then did something to the cupboard which Harry couldn't see, opened the door, took something out, shut the door and then walked back over to the occupied bed. She put Harry's bag on his lap and then handed him something that Harry feared he had lost in the fall from the mountain top. His wand. Harry took it and felt the familiar warmness that it provided, coursing through his body.

"Right, thanks. Help." Harry rummaged through his bag before triumphantly pulling out a box. Daisy craned her head and read aloud the label on the front.

"Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. What's that?"

Harry looked up from the box and grinned at the younger girl.

"Your distraction."

Harry opened the box and pulled several objects out. As he explained his plan to Petunia and Daisy, both burst out laughing, which disturbed Harry greatly, as he had never seen his aunt laugh before.

"Sounds like a plan Harry. Let's do it."


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