Hello all,

Thanks for staying with the fic. This is the last chapter of I had written initially. From here on the updates will take time.
It will feel like a Remus hating fic from this chapter, but it is not so. He won't be bashed, but he will not appear much in the fic, as I don't like him. Plus I hate his pairing with Tonks, so he won't appear for it too.

On that note, any recommendations for pairing for Tonks? A pairing which brings her a more active character, not a side off.

HARRY POTTER

As the memory of him leaving the rock along with Hagrid faded away, Madam Bones spoke up in a clipped voice.

"Albus, you told us that Mr. Potter was being cared for. You stood up in the Wizengamot and lied to all of us for 10 years. You told every friend of the Potter family that Harry was growing up in a happy environment and not to contact him."

When no reply came from the Headmaster, she continued.

"Even if the legal charges don't stick, you will have to answer your friends one day, Albus."

He could see Molly and Andromeda staring at the Headmaster with anger, as they had been the one to regularly inquire about him. Molly had been quite close to his mother, while Andromeda and his father were good friends. Everyone else was giving a little reaction too, while Junior was doing his best to not look anyone in the eye. He had not considered how much his younger self would hate for others to know about everything. As he thought about something to do, Hedwig soared in the room and perched upon Junior's shoulder. This act was enough for everyone to stop starting at Junior, who was talking to the owl in silent words. He brought up another memory.

"This is the memory of my express journey. Observe what happens, because some of the things happening become permanent for all our life."

The memory started with Mrs. Weasley shouting about muggles in a station full of said people. The real Mrs. Weasley flushed and ignored her husband, who was looking at her questioningly. As it covered the event of Draco Malfoy's arrival, Harry stopped it.

"In this, there were four major things that happened. Ron and I became friends, We were introduced to Neville who is strongly under his Grandmother's control, We saw how an 11-year-old Draco stayed behind while asking others to bully people, and Ron's rat acting to save us. Each of these events will be related to something big in the future."

Once again it was Madam Bones who spoke up, her eyes fixed on Junior.

"That rat, is it the same you and Ms. Granger talked about at the end of last school year?"

At his meek nod, she closed her eyes.

"Then your account of Peter Pettigrew was true. Damn you, Cornelius."

Percy Weasley stood up from his chair, his entire frame shivering.

"Wait, wait. What do you mean by Scabbers and Peter Pettigrew? How is it connected?"

Both Ron's started speaking at the same time before the younger one blushed at motioned to carry on.

"Scabbers was Pettigrew's animagus form, Percy. He hid with your family to stay in touch with the Wizarding world."

The third eldest Weasley son turned green before vomiting sideways. Fortunately, Charlie had conjured a bucket in time, which Dobby vanished immediately. Ted walked up to check Percy, who waved his hands.

"He slept in my sibling's bed during the summers..."

Any more words failed the boy, as everyone else realized the truth. He had not considered the things before they had arrived at Hogwarts, but it looked like they had to. The entire Weasley family except Ron looked shaken and angry. Madam Bones, Lord Davis joined Ted in checking over the Weasley family.

"There are no signs of anything wrong, at least physically. You all would have to visit St. Mungo's for a complete checkup after this."

Molly Weasley looked like she would leave immediately but the elder Ron stopped her.

"Mother, let us tell everything, and then we can visit the Hospital."

She still looked a little doubtful, but settled down when Mr. Weasley spoke to her. Charlie was rubbing Percy's hands, who was still shaking like a leaf. Looking at the youngsters, he didn't know how much of their innocence he would destroy by the end, but it was necessary.

"Sending Hagrid to introduce me to the Wizarding world was a wrong decision, Headmaster. Although you did it because Hagrid wanted to do so, you did not miss the added benefit of Hagrid's belief printing of my naive self's. Even if it had not been for Draco, I would have never agreed to go to Slytherin after hearing everything Hagrid had told me. This mentality affected my decisions much more than I care to admit."

As he drew out another memory, Dobby popped up next to them.

"Master Harry Potter sir, young master Teddy being awake."

He looked at her wife who nodded and asked Dobby to bring Teddy.

"There was one more person who traveled along with us to the past. In a way, he was the main reason that we decided to perform the ritual."

He couldn't stop his eyes from looking towards a young Nymphadora Tonks.

"His name is, Teddy, and he is my godson."

His words were accompanied by Dobby's arrival next to Daphne, who took a crying Teddy in her arms. A small gasp from Dora told him that she understood what he was not saying. A teasing smile spread on his face.

"Yes, Nymphadora, he is your son."

Amazingly, the woman managed to overcome her shock to glare at him before once again staring at Teddy. Soon, Daphne had calmed him down. As the child slept in her arms, he dropped the memory in the Pensieve. Dumbledore interrupted before he could continue.

"You did not tell us the name of young Teddy's father, Mr. Potter."

He knew who would be answering that question. Tracey snapped from where she was sitting.

"Because the father doesn't deserve to be known. God willing, he will never have any say about Teddy or even know about his parentage."

"You will keep a child away from his father, Ms. Davis?"

"For Teddy, gladly, professor. And if you or anyone tries informing his father, they will have to face my wand."

Ron stopped Dumberldore before he could speak.

"No, Professor. Tracey is right. None of us will share his parentage, and any attempt to know so will invite retribution from all of us."

The adults noticed all six of the time travelers before their eye's rested at him. He shrugged.

"It was mine and Tracey's decision, initially. The rest of us agreed to it."

Tonks's voice was strangely stable as she spoke up.

"I deserve to know the name of my father's child, Harry."

"No, Tonks. What you deserve doesn't matter in this case. If in the future Teddy wants to know, then you will know too. Otherwise, his identity will remain a secret. This is what we have decided, we can talk about it later. Now, the next memory is of our first potion class. Before this, we had gone through our sorting where I refused to go to Slytherin because of Malfoy and was sorted to Gryffindor."

He had skipped over the Headmaster's pubic announcement of the third-floor corridor, praying none of the youngsters mentioned it. Luckily, the young Ron changed the topic, not for better though.

"You were going to be a snake, Harry. How? They..."

The elder Ron had sent a silencing charm over his younger self, his head shaking. The young Hermione's tone was filled with anger as she addressed her friend.

"Ronald, both Harry and Jean's partners are Slytherin's. There are many more people in this room who are of the same house. Think before you speak anything else."

He looked at the elder Hermione.

"Jean?"

She shrugged.

"It was better than confusing between both of us. I will go by my middle name."

He thought about it for a few moments before Daphne interrupted him.

"Yeah, I am not calling you James. Young Harry will be Junior, as you call him."

He nodded without any argument, not that it would have helped him. Susan had decided on calling her younger self as Ginger, while Tracey had picked up the name Brat. While Ron was deciding his younger self's name, Harry argued to choose a young Daphne's name.

"You chose my younger self's, I get to choose yours."

A large smile came upon his face as he turned to look at young Daphne, who had narrowed her eyes at him.

"I dub thy young daphne to be knowns as 'Munchkin' among us."

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"It's decided, Munchkin. Accept it."

Munchkin looked at his wife, who had hidden her face in her hands and then glared at junior. Natalie Greengrass, who seemed more amused than he had expected, spoke up from where she was sitting.

"It's not a bad name, daughter."

He could see that both of his in-laws were trying not to laugh, as their daughter ignored them and kept staring angrily at Junior. He started the memory. As it proceeded, he kept an eye on the Headmaster, who looked getting angrier by the second. Once it was done, Hermione's father spoke up.

"And that man is your teacher? How? I mean.."

"Now I understand why we have so low recruits from Hogwarts. Would you like to say something Dumbeldore?"

Dumbeldore face had gained a seriousness he had rarely seen.

"I did not know, Amelia. I..."

"That is not a satisfactory answer, Mr. Dumbeldore," Jon replied in a neutral tone.

Since there were a lot of things they had to know about Snape, he continued. The next scene was of Halloween's feast. The not so quiet 'eep' from Hermione brought a smile on his face. By the end of the memory, the grangers had turned pale, while the other parents were shaken. As the memory showed their younger selves eating together, he couldn't help but remark.

"And that was how the Golden trio was born."

He didn't know it, but the moment he shared a glance with Ron and Hermione, their younger self had done the same. Nor did he notice how everyone else in the room had heard him and seen the shared looks. Fred and George looked at him and Junior.

"You know Harry"

"Old Chap"

"People usually"

"like to talk"

"to become friends"

"I don't remember"

"fighting a troll"

"was listed as a requirement

"To become friends."

Before either of Harry's could reply, Hermione spoke up. Her were once again filled with anger while she was glaring at Junior and Ronnie.

"You two had locked me in there."

The blushing and apologies from both of them made everyone in the room laugh. Sirius, who looked more tired than he could remember, gave a small chuckle.

"For the first time, I can understand why Minnie used to get so angry over us. I should probably apologize to her for everything we made her go through."

Dumbeldore, who was rubbing his glasses on a cloth, shook his head with a smile.

"No, Sirius. She actually enjoyed the opportunity to punish your group. Most of the time she wouldn't even listen to the complete detail. As soon as your name came up, she would decide on the culprit."

"Yeah, professor. Not that she was wrong even once I think."

Sirius had started to cough heavily at the end. Once again Ted was joined by Lord Davis as he checked over him.

"Is he okay?" Junior asked in a small voice.

"He is..not okay. Before coming here, his magic had kept him going at the expense of itself and his body. Now, since he feels safe, everything hidden is coming up."

Dumbledore looked at him, pointing towards Sirius. At his nod, the Headmaster walked towards Sirius, muttering multiple charms at the speed he couldn't even think of achieving. After a few minutes of discussion, Dumberldore addressed his father in law.

"Lord Greengrass, could you provide us with a vial of the binding potion right now?"

"Yes. It is in my stores."

Taking his permission, Jon called for Milie, who appeared with the vial in a few moments. At his questioning gaze, the Headmaster explained.

"It will temporarily bind his core, blocking any passage of magic. This will give his pathways some time to fill up, while his core will get a little rest from the constant repair it is trying to perform on itself."

Since he had no knowledge of what they were discussing, all he could do was trust them. Once his now sleeping godfather was taken away by Dobby, Dumbeldore turned towards him.

"He needs intensive care, Mr. Potter. He has to go to St. Mungo's."

"No, Professor. I don't trust Fudge to not imprison or get him kissed immediately."

Sebastian Delacour, whom he had forgotten about, along with Fleur, spoke up.

"Dumbeldore, can you promise me that Mr. Black is innocent?"

"You have my words, Sebastian."

The man turned to look at him.

"Mr. Potter, Did my Fleur really give her life to send you and your friends back?"

Instead os answering, Harry pulled a memory and put it in the Pensieve. Everyone saw the final moments of Bill, Fleur, and Andromeda Tonks as they gave their life up. He saw Molly sobbing in Arthur's arms, Tonks grabbing her mother's arms, and Fleur's father suppresses the tears in his eyes.

"Then I can help, Mr. Black. My brother is what you call the chief Healer in my countries' magical hospital. He can be admitted there, and no one will know about his identity. I can arrange a portkey for him by the day's end. He would be safe, I guarantee you."

He stared at the man, before taking a glance at Junior, who looked heartbroken.

"Two of us would accompany you, Mr. Delacour."

Fleur's father agreed and pulled out his wand. A bird Patronus jumped out and left the room. Once they had taken their seats, he pulled out the next memory.

"This would show the first meeting I had with Voldermort since Godric's hollow."

He ignored the flinch from most of the people, but the simultaneous shouts from his parents in law, Tracey's parents, and Madam Bones made him stop.

"You-know-who is dead, Mr. Potter."

Instead of replying, he started the memory. The image of a Dying unicorn saddened everyone, and he could hear the questions about the attackers' identity. That question's stopped when they head Firenze's words. Once the memory stopped, Natalie Greengrass was the first to speak.

"It can't be. He is dead..."

He looked at Dumbledore, who was once again looking angry, but this time it was much more. He could feel the magic moving around the headmaster.

"Professor, would you like to explain?"

Dumbeldore snapped out from his thoughts.

"In a moment, Harry."

He then turned to face Junior and Ronnie. His voice was strict and serious, exactly like how he had heard him talking to Fudge in the hospital in the fourth year.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, why were you in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid and Mr. Malfor that night?"

The realization struck him with a large shock. Dumbeldore had not known about the detention. He looked at Ron, who had his head in his hand. This detention had been their first of many major complaints against Dumbeldore in running the school. Junior stammered as he replied.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall gave us detention."

"Hmm, and did you inform anyone about what had happened in the forest?"

Ronnie was the one to answer.

"No, professor."

Only He and maybe Madam Bones knew that the Headmaster was struggling with his anger as his eyes closed. When they opened, they were shining with power.

"It seems that I need to have a talk with my deputy and my gamekeeper about keeping things from me."

He closed his eyes once again before looking at all of them.

"I have said it in multiple Wizengamot meetings and conferences, that we have not seen the last of Voldermort. Since I started receiving quite a lot of push back because of that in recent years, I have stopped mentioning it. Amelia can verify my words."

For the first time, Madam Bones looked a little flustered, as everyone turned to look at her.

"For merlin's sake, Albus. You never said anything in a straight manner. No one can ever understand what you are talking about like that."

Tracey muttered something slowly, but it was heard by the majority of them.

"Isn't that his specialty?"

Since he wanted Dumbeldore to answer many more questions, he put another memory in to stop the discussion.

"This memory will show the first time I came face to face with my Parent's murderer."

Ginger, who had stayed silent until now, piped up from her seat.

"Is this about what happened at the end of the first year. I heard that Harry killed a professor with bare hands, while Hermione and Ron were fighting plants and Chess pieces."

Twin shouts of "Susan" rang from an Elder Susan, and Madam Bones, but he waved his hand to stop them.

"Actually, Ginger, that's pretty accurate of what happened."

Since no one, including his friends, knew what had happened in the room with a mirror, the memory held everyone's attention. Molly and Tracey's mum gasped when Voldermort's face became clear, while other adults looked a little resigned. He knew that they had finally accepted the truth, and realized that another war was on the way. When the memory ended, most of the females had tears in their eyes while the Men look shaken.

"Before we break for lunch, there is one more memory that I would like you all to see. Especially you Headmaster, please pay attention to it."

He put in the memory of the ending feast, when Dumbeldore had given him and his friends the points. He then asked Daphne, Susan, and Tracey to give their memories of the same event. By the end of Tracey's memory, everyone had understood what he was trying to say.

"With your once decision, Professor, you broke friendships, relationships, and much more. In that feast, you increased the inter-house divide so much that it never recovered. As you saw in their memories, every Slytherin student hated other houses and Gryffindors for making fun of what they saw as favoritism by Headmaster for a famous student. From Susan's memories, it is clear that the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, while happy that Slytherin had lost, feared that it would be Gryffindors who would win from now due to favoritism. And that's what happened. Gryffindor has won house cups every year since Junior has arrived in the school. While you felt like you are awarding Junior and his friends, all you were doing was starting the process that will make his and other children's life difficult, day by day."

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