A/N: Everything belongs to JK Rowlings and WB except the story and twist of fate that happens in this ol' nan's story.Yeah.sigh.I want to write this story because I want to get this off my system. It's kinda troubling me lately. So, maybe updates can be fast and slow...it depends. Lot of work to do. And it helps me keeping up with my language cuz I am not a typical English speaker. Let's get on with it then.

Voice of Reason

Chapter -1

A Potter's Place

Before the sunset, there were a few hours left. But even if the dusk was approaching there was still a colour to the surroundings of the house where flowers and greenery could be seen all around it. Squirrels were running around. Strange bugs with strange colours to them were flying around the flowers and the plants nearby the house. It was a hectic scenario but calm and wonderful at the time. Some would say it was quite beautiful even.

Rays of the setting sun were following their course and entering the room of young man inside the house who could be seen tending to himself in front of the mirror. He was trying to adjust his tie

.In the end, he did adjust it. He sighed while looking at his reflection. His black hair were well made for a formal gathering. His black suit looking quite good on his body with the muscles to compliment the look. His chiseled featured were that of a long aristocratic family. He was almost done when a woman appeared on the door and entered the room.

"Stop toying with your tie. It's alright as it is. You need not to look too formal today. They might take offense to that. You know how they are. And it is not a big deal. Your grandparents are jolly good people. And you know your uncle and aunt. Like cut from the same cloth, they are. No wonder James was how he was. Too hyperactive for his good. I don't know how they kept up with him. I am already feeling it coming. The old age. If I was that boy's mother I would have made his hide look like that of a monkey's", said the boy's mother while rearranging the position of the boy's tie and putting it back in the same position. Merlin knows why she did that. Then straightened his suit jacket for no good reason. And there is more. Then she swatted off the non existent dust on his shoulders.

The boy rolled eyes. "You wouldn't do that. Well, you can but you won't. And you are not getting old anytime soon. The chances of such wondrous anamoly to happen are that of me getting a new house for myself. Which are next to none. Even after getting a prestigious job for myself. So, I wouldn't worry about getting old if I were you. And lastly, you wouldn't want to be James' mother because Uncle Fleamont is too tame for a your tastes".

The woman stopped arranging the boy's suit and crossed her arms. She narrowed her eyes." First of all boy, you roll your eyes at me one more time, then James need not to worry about what would happen if I were his mother. And yes you would be getting a house of your own when your own kid gets a job it's own. And what do you know about my tastes, eh? You came out of me Brandon Rigel Potter. I, Dorea Lyra Black, carried you and brought you into this world. You would do well to remember that". She looked him in the eye and challenged him to say otherwise.

The boy smirked. There was amusement in his eyes." Alright. You win this time. But next time, I am not holding back. You don't have to pull the mum card on me everytime I am almost there to get you. It's no fun. But you sure are on the edge today. What's wrong"? Suddenly his demeanor changed. His face serious and attentive towards his mother.

She looked at him with a flat face. A strange kind of battle happened behind her eyes. She sure was in turmoil. Then she came to a decision as she nodded to herself.

She looked away from him as her shoulders sagged. " 3 Aurors were found dead near the streets of Barnton. Who would go there just to kill some random aurors? Were they patrolling there? And If they were, why they didn't call for reinforcements? Things are not adding up. I told you I don't like the idea of you being out there. Not knowing where they are going to send to you... if you will be alright... it's keeping me up at night. You don't have to be a part of them. You can still stop doing that. Nobody will judge you. We have enough money for next generations. We don't need to work like a common wizard. I would rather you stay safe with me then turn up like... like.. ",she trailed and blinked rapidly. Unconsciously tending to her hair while not meeting his eyes.

Brandon looked like a man cut from stone when she began then slowly, gradually...every wall was torn away she trailed at the end. He looked away from her. His face showing many a emotions.

Then he looked at her, stepped forward, looked in her eyed and sadly said," You know how it is. We have the power to make something better out of this. We can bring change because we have the means to do so. I can't let them black cloaks to hide behind their masks and tore through villages like there is no consequence to such heinous actions. I have witnessed their work mum. They have no souls. Because the one with the soul can't commit such atrocious deeds. They have no remorse or show promise to follow the path of redemption. If they did, there won't be any repeated performances. My honour won't standby and let such cowards do as they please. To let them just kill and butcher women, children and men alike. You taught me to never step down against people like them. The people who serve themselves. Who would go lengths to prove their points by deluding themselves of serving higher purpose. The purpose which leads to the deaths of children. Who haven't even taken the breath of the world. Who haven't even begun to walk on two limbs. And such loss of life is justified by mere words of sacrifice. The Sacrifice for The Greater Good?! Then why such Greater Good serves The Inbred Worthless shits? Who live far better lives then those who have lost their lives by being the victims of such highlighted individuals. May it be a muggle Or an auror. Where is the difference? I mean where do you set the boundary? And if you can't then you need to be in the Unstable Ward for Witches and Wizards in St. Mangos. You are not right in the head to demand anything from anyone. The day I find the greater good which justifies the lost lives of countless innocent children and more, I will glady shite on it".He said with firmness and conviction.

There was passion in his voice.Voice which gave away the vision of the person and the clearity of world in it."If I can do something good... if I succeed in saving the life of even one child then I will find myself at peace for doing such thing. Even if the cost is losing my life. Because that child will never be able to witness the beauty of life if I sit down and let them have their way with helpless people.That makes me no better than them. Moreover I am encouraging them to wreak havoc and instill terror. Which won't help me and those who I love at all. Not In a long run."

There was silence for some moments. Both of them looked at each other. Dorea's face spoke of a person who has accepted everything in his life whether it is good or bad. Pain or joy. Hurt or Comfort.She shook her head and looked out of the window. Her eyes witnessing unseen scenarios while watching the evening sky. Not dark yet.But it surely was not blue.

She returned her gaze at him and again swatted at the nonexistent dust on his shoulders.But this time she did so because she didn't know what to say after he spoke at such lengths she didn't thought he could.

"You have grown", said Dorea with expressing eyes. " Not in a way that I would like you to be. Not in a time like this".Again there was turmoil behind her eyes. Like stating more sentences would make her lose something. Something precious. But she she had to come to terms with it. At last she said slowly, "Not yet. But I am proud of you, nonetheless."

And she embraced him tightly. Both of them stood at almost same hight. As she was a tall woman. But Brandon had inch Or a half on her which made her almost tall as him.

She looked at him and said fiercely," Know this if... if something happens, my heart wouldn't be able to bear it. It would leave with... with... Just be careful. You just don't carry your life with yourself. But your father's and mine too. Our hearts beat the same. Take care ...good care of them, will you"? He nodded. Vulnerable and exposed in front of her.

"If I was more of a Black like my ancestors, I would have you tied to a chair and spoon feed you myself if it came to that", she said hoarsly and made a sound between laugh and cough. Brandon giggled.Then both of them laughed.

Then the door opened and a man in a very simple white T-shirt and white trousers entered the room. He had a towel on his shoulder which is often used by a gardener or gatekeeper.

He looked around innocently with wide eyes then made a surprised sound when he looked at the both of them and asked, " Are we going somewhere"? ever playing the part of a meek person. Both of them groaned and said, "Yes". He scratched his head and said, " Oh? I thought we were rehearsing for the play? Very perspective, me. Yes".Then he nodded at himself like a sage person.He looked up and asked," Well? Where are we going?"

Brandon knew where this was going and he said tiredly, "Your father's place".

Then all of sudden, in place of the meek servant like man situated a posh man, with well tailored suit on him, with the wave of his wand.

If both of them didn't have quick reflexes and sharp mind they wouldn't have noticed the lightening fast quick moments of his hand.

His demeanour was not so innocent at all now. He asked for appearances," Are we? And what would he do if we were to arrive late, prey tell me son o' mine? I am having a memory lapse. Your assistance will be a heartedly appreciated. And gratitude will be shown".

Brandon suddenly seemed pale. He said," He would have us do squats".His voiced subdued by the realisation of it.

The man smiled miserably and knowingly. Nodding towards Brandon with look that said that both of them has solved a mystery but the solution of it was not good for either of their health. He asked," What does our lady of the house do at the same time? Mhm"? He raised his eyebrows comically.

Brandon answered without hesitation." She joins the other ladies and leave us to our fates".It was more like accusation then a answered.

"Oi! Lay off me, will you? It's not my fault that you have go through that. And it's not a big deal. More so it would do numbers on both of your legs. It would be healthy, right"? She said like she believed every word of it.

Both of them ignored her like she was not even there.

" I am not of your age boy. My knees crack when I stand up.So, you better hurry up or you will be the one to carry me back here. And I ain't a fairy maiden whom you can sweep off the feet. Merlin bless you boy because you will in the need of his blessings". And he left.

Dorea left Brandon's side and begun shouting at man's retreating back, " Now you are being overly dramatic Charlus Henry Potter!!! Morgana's left ..."

Brandon sighed, shook his head and began searching for his socks hurriedly.

Far away in a small cottage of old town of Godric's Hallow, a couple was trying to prepare their twin boys for outing but only if they let them to do so. Both boys were giggling at the gibberish conversation they were having and weren't letting their parents to change their clothes.

...Am a weagle!!... ", said proclaimed the green eyed one. Both of his hands in ear. Making wild flapping gestures with his arms.

" ... 'M a doat!!!... ," said the blue eyed one with with forefingers out and fists on either side of his head. Wildly Moving his head around.

" What about Lion, eh? " said the man with glasses distractedly while tending to the green eyed twin.

Both twins stopped their motions. Their eyes looking at something faraway and their imaginations running wild. Then their faraway gazed came back to earth and the blue eyed twin whispered secretly, " 'oin?...".The boy's mother froze.

The green eyed twin wordlessly said, " Lo... Loi..." and seemed disappointed with himself as he made a face.He shook his head and tried to pronounce it again.

Then they secretly looked at each other with half of their faces turned.

The blue eyed twin said ever so slowly and carefully but in low voice, " 'M a 'oin... .", like he believed himself to be and waited for his brother's response.

The green eyed twin shook his head in denial. Like trying to convey that he didn't believe it.

"... 'M a 'OIN!!! ... " shouted the blue eyed twin like commanding him to accept. But green eyed twin shrugged his shoulders, shook his head again and said, " No Loi!!", while pointing at his brother. Then they started shouting again.

"Now you have done it, James... " said the red headed mother of boys patiently as though trying control herself while pulling back the one of the twin back to herself.

"What"? asked James with confusion while unconsciously pulling the green eyed twin back and trying to get him out of his jumper.

1) Chapter's name is hinting many things in the story if you focus on the aspects of the dialogues. If you get them please comment in the comment section and give your thoughts about what did you perceived from the chapter.

2) Brandon's name is made up of Two names- Brandon and Rigel where Brandon being a common or more of a projection towards Potter ancestory and Rigel being a nod towards the star names Blacks are infamous for naming their children after them.

How was the chapter? And what improvements it needs please write down in the comment section so that I may know and produce a good outcome. That's for now.Until next time.