A/N: Some people might have noticed that neither Harry nor Lily were on the tapestry. Any idea who's behind it?

Going back to the Grimmauld Place

Hermione could not believe her ears.

"All of it is true. I swear."

"Are you sure this isn't April's fools day jokes that they are telling you? I mean. It's so unreal." said Hermione.

She had hardly believed anything Harry had said.

"Okay this morning I saw your mum, healthy and alive. It was incredibly hard to believe, but I did anyway. now you're telling me that your dad is not James Potter, your mum isn't actually a muggle-born but the secret Half-Blood daughter of Orion Black, who is alive by the way, and then you drop a bomb and say that your real dad is Sirius Black which makes your biological parents siblings, right?"

"Half-siblings actually," Ginny corrected her.

"Doesn't make it any better, dear, does it?" said Hermione hysterically.

"No, not really," said Harry. "Even thinking about it makes me sick."

Hermione noticed that Harry did seem a bit sick and paler than usual.

"That's messed up, Harry." said Ginny.

"That makes you, Draco and I cousins, right?" continued Hermione anxiously. She was visibly shaking.

"Yes, I think." said Harry.

Hermione shivered.

"Harry, I won't stop you, if you want to break up with me." she said tearfully.

"I have no plans to break up with you, unless off that's what you want." Harry retorted harshly.

"Great! I am not going to let you guys do it." said Ginny angrily.

"Ginny, calm down, please. This is her choice to make," said Harry.

"Come on Harry, it's not that your parents knew when they were doing it," said Ginny, avoiding his eyes. "They didn't mean it."

"I don't want us to break up. You're not telling this to anyone, Harry. You are James Potter's son to the world and to him. Let's keep it that way." snapped Hermione.

"Cool off, girl." said Ginny.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna talk about it ever again."

"Look, you have to talk to somebody," said Ginny "so you won't be keeping all those negative emotions inside."

"Ginny we digress! Harry, you said so many things. Argus Filch is Salazar Slytherin? This Eve Morningstar is actually Morgana? Moriarty … oh Merlin help me… is … is Merlin?"

Hermione realised how funny her sentence must have sounded, because Harry and Ginny could barely restrain their giggles.

"I mean he has to prove it." added Hermione immediately.

"Hermione, Orion Black said that he was Merlin, not Moriarty himself. He'd rather stay anonymous." said Harry.

"What about Filch?" asked Ginny.

"He has the same voice of the Sorting Hat. Like his hat, he's obsessed with having me in his House, and there's a portrait of him in Dumbledore's office. I cannot believe I never noticed it before," said Harry.

"He could be… no … Why would he fake being Salazar Slytherin? There's no point." said Hermione.

"Exactly!" said Harry.

Harry kissed Hermione's cheek who was shaking from the shock to calm her down.

"This is not our fight." Ginny said "Our fight is with Voldemort. Let them handle their issues on their own, Harry. Merlin said he didn't want you to fight, so don't."

"Ginny, please don't get used to calling him Merlin. We cannot let others find out." Harry scolded her.

Ginny approached them and caressed Hermione's head.

"Hermione, what should I do?" she said mischievously.

"Well, we cannot expose Merlin, can we?" she said.

"Oh come on! I was about to blackmail Harry into getting us some ice cream," Ginny protested.

"I didn't know my identity was so cheap that it could be hidden by bribing. Ice cream? Really?" said a voice behind them.

Hermione jumped on her need nervously.

"It's-an-honor-to-meet-you,-sir." she said swiftly.

Moriarty gave her a tight lipped smile.

"You met me nine months ago, Miss Riddle. You are seeing me for the ten thousandth time this year. I doubt this time is any more important than our previous meetings."

He faced Harry

"Did you have to tell them?"

"Perhaps I shouldn't have, sir." said Harry apologetically.

"It's a good thing that you did. I don't wish to keep you guys in dark, as long as you can keep it to yourselves. The world will freak out people if they find out Merlin and Morgana are still fighting. Of course, I must inform you that this fight goes long before that time, but let's not blow your minds now."

He walked to Hermione's bed and put his hand on her forehead. Hermione blushed to her neck.

"You seem to be healthy enough. Did Madam Pomfrey remove the remaining pieces in your body?" he asked her softly.

"Yes she did."

"Good." he put his index on Hermione's heart.

"Your heart is beating too fast. Have a calming draught." he moved his other hand in the air and vial materialised in his hand.

Harry and Ginny looked at the vial in awe as Hermione drank from it. Moriarty waved his hand and it disappeared.

"So you are Merlin!" said Ginny in the lamest way possible.

"I was." said Moriarty "To your generation, I'm James Moriarty known as Jim amongst my friends and colleagues."

"Can I call you Merlin?" Ginny pleaded.

"No. You may call me Professor Moriarty just as your boyfriend and girlfriend shall do," said Moriarty "at least until we're at school or in public. At Order's you may call me anything you wish. Dung bomb would be a wise choice."

Ginny laughed as he winked at her.

"Will you be teaching defense next year? Does that mean the curse is dismissed?" said Harry.

"I am teaching next year, like this year. I don't know about the curse. Perhaps it's gone for good or I'm an exception to the rule. After all, I'm anything but ordinary. Or Maybe I was right when I told Dumbledore he needed to put two instructors for defense in order to break the curse." said Moriarty.

"Really?" asked Hermione.

"Yes. That's why Professor Snape has been teaching most of the students. I had to take the job to experiment with the curse."

"Now, although our Potions master Horace Slughorn or Orion Black has left the castle, forcing us to find another Potions instructor, I don't believe that is because of the curse. Curse or no curse, he didn't have any plans to stay. He was already on his way to bring Armageddon about."

Moriarty conjured a simple stool and sat on it.

"How is Mr Malfoy?" he said as he pointed to Draco Malfoy, sleeping sound on a bed next to Hermione's.

"He is going to be like that for a few days. Madam Pomfrey says the curse hurt him more severely than me." said Hermione.

"The physical damage will heal in time. I'm worried about his magic. You used his own magic to heal him. As a consequence his magic might get weaker than it should be." said Moriarty grimly.

"I can give him his magic back." said Hermione abruptly.

"No, you can't." said Moriarty. "You cannot give it. You can only loan it. Your magic will make him pay somehow. Your ability to give, is not necessarily a good thing. It has a very twisted nature. Once you touch real Dark magic you cannot go back. You can only stop. You can give Draco powers like yours. Your power reserve will go back to normal in a matter of days and you'll believe you've served Draco, but Draco's magic will never be his. It will feed from his magic like a parasite and it will eventually kill him. I've seen Morningstar do it many times. It's an ugly scene to watch."

"What if I never take my loan back?" asked Hermione.

"Cannot be done, dear. By nature you will age much more slowly than Mr. Malfoy. He will die long before you and all his magic will be transferred to you. You might get tempted to loan your magic or life force to others as well. One day you might find yourself slaughtering a town, the other day you might find burning London to the ground quite reasonable."

"No one has ever…" Hermione began but then she froze. "The Great Fire of London… It wasn't done by Morgana, was it?"

"It was done by John Dee; a face that was recently replaced by Eve Morningstar." said Moriarty softly. "Your ancestor, Aurelius, stopped John Dee, who happened to be his father."

"Hold on. Harry hadn't told me that Aurelius Black was the son of Morgana." Hermione whimpered. "Then… then… I inherited my fire affinity from Morgana Le Fay."

Hermione dropped herself on the bed and moaned. "What else have I inherited?"

"You haven't got her Parseltongue ability. None of her children have since Salazar. Then again that was an acquired ability she got from an even more dangerous character who I shall not name. Salazar must have a bit of his blood in himself so this bit of his mother manifested itself."

"Then Morgana is the Devil." exclaimed Ginny "All the evil in our universe comes from her."

Moriarty shivered and straightened himself.

"Our enemy is evil for sure and beyond your imagination. Salazar, however, is not that bad. And please call our enemy with her current name. Trust me, there is a reason for what I'm telling you. Some very nasty forces are always listening."

"We will try our best," said Harry, "From what I understand, Slytherin is simply suffering from an awfully ill-managed PR." said Harry.

"As he would probably describe it himself," said Moriarty. "Harry's occasional moments of inspiration are very much like Salazar. I hope you won't mind me saying that."

"This man wants nothing but misery for me." Harry told Ginny dramatically.

"... the similarities are, of course, very annoying sometimes." said Moriarty distastefully. "Now… since the classes are over and you only have your exams ahead, I will have more time to spend in the Ministry. Unfortunately, that means you won't see me much until summer vacations begin.

**HP**

Unlike last year the Order didn't risk sending Harry off on a train. They had decided to send him through the fireplace in Dumbledore's office. The same was applied to his two girlfriends, Ron, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Draco Malfoy.

"Why can't we go to the Burrow?" said Ron.

"I'm afraid Burrow is not safe, Mr. Weasley." said McGonagall who was trying to navigate her way through the crowded office of Dumbledore.

"Expand." commanded the Headmaster as Professor Moriarty entered. Suddenly, the office became twice as large and people managed to stand more comfortably.

"Nice trick," said Moriarty.

Arthur Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at him with admiring eyes. Unspeakable Rattenfanger simply sniffed and looked away.

"Gentlemen, it's my honor to introduce this man to you…" Dumbledore began to say but Kingsley cut him off.

"You wish to introduce Jim Moriarty?" he asked, his eyes questioning Dumbledore's sanity.

"Yeah, even I know him." said Nymphadora. "The Secret Head of Civil Service."

"You're that… I'm sorry… Ah Nymphomaniac Tonks, right?" said Moriarty.

Tonks face got red like a tomato.

"Her name is Nymphadora. And it's a lovely name." said Remus in her defense.

"Finally! You showed some interest, Remus." cried Moriarty. "And here I thought Auror Tonks was going to remain alone for the rest of her life!"

Rattenfanger giggled behind Remus who blushed just like Tonks who now was smiling brightly.

"Mr. Filch, is everything ready?" said Moriarty.

"Yes, sir. I've sent everything you entrusted to me to the Headquarters."

"Before we go, I've got something for you to know. However, I must warn you that you're receiving confidential information. Revealing this information will get you a ticket to Azkaban. Understood?" said Moriarty sternly.

Everyone nodded nervously.

"This man, Argus Filch, is not a squib. He's an agent of my Department whom we sent to investigate the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. He will be coming with me to your Headquarters."

Filch didn't say anything. He patiently evaluated their reactions.

Harry did his best to act shocked. It was convincing enough. Miss Riddle simply gazed at him distastefully, young Ronald Weasley was awestruck, and Ginny Weasley was apparently surprised.

The adults had similar reactions. Sirius's eyes went wide, Lucinda acted indifferent while others simply stared at him silently.

At last, Tonks broke the silence.

"Did you have to be an arsehole?" she asked sweetly.

"It was my job." said Filch calmly. "Had I been lenient and soft you would have either destroyed the school or put yourselves in grave danger. Don't you dare say you wouldn't!"

"Argus," said Dumbledore. "Please take the children first. We will be with you in an hour."

"Potter! You go first." Filch snarled.

Harry stepped into the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"Number 12, Grimmauld Place." cried Harry and disappeared in green fire. He appeared in Sirius's study. For once he had managed to stay acceptably clean while traveling by Floo network.

In front of him sat Lily Potter on her brother's chair.

"Hi Mum."

Lily stood up and hugged Harry.

"You're here."

She took in his smell, closing her eyes and appreciating Harry's presence.

"I missed you so much, Harry."

She smiled brightly and patted his head.

Next came Draco Malfoy who was shocked to see Harry and the redhead woman hugging.

"Potter, you've got another one as well?" he exclaimed.

Before Harry could explain Ginny and Hermione arrived. oddly, Hermione's fire was blue.

"Hello, Mrs Potter." said Hermione.

"Potter is married to her?" said Draco who had misinterpreted the situation.

"No, that's Harry's Mum," said Ginny.

At that moment Ron appeared in green flames.

"What?" said Ron as he entered, staring at Lily Potter.

"This is Potter's wife." said Draco.

Fire roared in the fireplace and Filch appeared behind them. He simply aimed at Draco and said "Obliviate"

Draco shook his head and left the study.

"Weasley, that woman is Potter's mother." he told Ron bluntly.

Ron's eyes widened.

"She came back by accident. That's all you need to know."

Ron nodded his head nervously.

"Go eat something in the kitchen." Filch ordered him. "And don't talk about her to anyone."

Ron immediately left.

"Here's the potion I promised, Ms. Evans. Once you drink it, you'll become Ariana Dumbledore. Dumbledore's choice of name, I assure you." said Filch and gave Lily a rather large flask.

Lily looked at it suspiciously, but drank it once Harry nodded approvingly.

The changes were instant. Her body morphed into the new shape seamlessly.

"So how long does it take to work?" said Lily.

"It already did." said Filch with a smile. "You now have a bit lighter skin, much less freckles and a darker tone of auburn for hair. Your eyes are blue."

"But she didn't change much." said Harry.

"No she didn't. That is the best, trust me. She is similar enough to Albus. That's what we want. Everyone will think she's very similar to Lily Potter but that's it; She's just similar." Filch took the flask back. "Have a nice day Ms. Dumbledore. I am very tired now. If you excuse me, I'll be resting in a room upstairs. I will give you the next dose in five hours."

Saying that Filch left them alone.

"Girls, there was something I couldn't ask in front of Professor Moriarty. Would you mind if I asked now?" said Lily.

"No ma'am." said Ginny.

"Please ask, Mrs Potter." said Hermione.

"Please call me Adriana from now on." said Lily. "Regarding my question… Are you both with Harry romantically?"

"Yes," said Harry.

Lily looked at his son with disappointment.

"I thought you'd avoid such traditions, Harry." said Lily. "Even the oldest magical families have abandoned such an awful trade. You're being greedy by taking two girls at the same time."

Ginny smiled cooly. "I think you've misinterpreted Mrs Potter… Adriana," she took a deep breath "We're not sharing Harry. Harry and I are sharing Hermione. However, I've come to like Harry, too."

"What?" said Lily. "I didn't think…"

"Not many are happy about us." said Hermione "I myself rejected Ginny for sometime, but Harry could see Ginny suffer any more. Fortunately, magical society is more accepting of such relationships, than muggles'."

"I - I do not disapprove! I just wanted to make sure Harry wasn't… you know… abusing his fame." said Lily apologetically.

"Harry's never been like that," said Ginny defensively.

"I can see that you care for Harry as much as you do for … Hermione, right? I didn't get your last name, I'm afraid." said Lily.

Harry remembered that he had simply given their first names to her mother. Perhaps the shock hadn't been lifted completely.

"My full name's Hermione Jane Riddle." said Hermione softly.

"You look a lot like Bellatrix Lestrange," asked Lily, "But your name suggests that you have muggle heritage. Am I correct?"

Ginny burst into laughter.

"Mum, Hermione's parents… well, it's complicated." said Harry miserably.

"Complicated?"

"Yes." said Hermione as she felt like something was freezing her lungs. "My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange," She waited for a few seconds to see Lily's calm composure. "My father is Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort."

Lily could feel no haughtiness from her voice. There was nothing but shame there. Thinking about James's possible reaction to the news made her smile.

Her off smile disturbed Harry and Hermione.

"I was just … just imagining what James would do if he were here with us. I am surprised too, for sure." she said cheerfully. "Who your parents are, doesn't define who you are. Always remember that, Hermione Riddle."

She faced Ginny. "You must be a Weasley, am I correct?"

"She's Molly's youngest." said Severus Snape who had just entered the study.

"Severus!" she cried happily and hugged the bat of dungeons.

Snape seemed thinner than usual. His hair was definitely drier, and if Harry was right, slightly burnt. His clothes were brand new.

"Professor, have you been in a battle, recently?" asked Harry.

"Yes." said Snape as Lily looked at him worriedly.

"Wait… weren't you two enemies?" said Ginny.

"No, Ginny dear," said Lily. "Severus lost his path for sometime but he eventually found it, even though he had done something horrible right before he realised he was mistaken, I forgave him for he was truly sorry."

"What did he do?" asked Ginny curiously.

"I delivered a very important prophecy to the Dark Lord." said Snape regretfully.

Ginny froze and went pale. Lily patted Snape on the back, which Harry found quite disturbing. Did Lily Evans have some feelings for Severus Snape?

"Professor, did something happen?" asked Harry.

"The Dark Lord, believes that my loyalty is not with him. He tried to have me killed by Augustus, who almost succeeded in doing so." said Snape.

"You cannot spy for the order anymore?" said Hermione. "Then we no longer have first hand information."

"That doesn't matter now. I wonder why Voldemort didn't want to kill you himself?" said Harry suspiciously.

"Albus believes that he hopes that I will somehow help Miss Riddle." said Snape. "As you guessed I got off quite easily. We think that he wants to strengthen my bond with the order and he wants to make it more believable."

Harry's doubts subsided. At least Dumbledore was expecting it.

"Professor Moriarty has been anticipating such a move since April. He was getting worried." said Snape.

Of course, Moriarty would know a thing or two about rouge Dark Lords. He probably knew what Voldemort would do next.

"So…don't you guys want to tell me what has been going on since I've been away?" said Lily as if she had been on a very short trip and had come back.

Harry and Snape went in detail from the very beginning. Each narrating the story their own way, where in Harry's version, he and his friends were indispensably heroes while in Snape's version they turned out to be dimwitted delinquents who wouldn't stop poking their noses in into danger.

Lily was scared more than a few times. Once they told her about the fake Moody and Barty Crouch Jr. she froze and fisted her hand.

"Oh my." she said. "But I knew Barty! Barty and I used to be very close friends."

"Yes, I did too." said Snape. "He was Slughorn's favorite."

Harry was immediately concerned. Snape didn't know about Horace Slughorn's real identity and neither did his mom. Moriarty had told Dumbledore yet they hadn't told Snape. Harry couldn't reveal the truth risking exposing Lily Potter as Sirius's brother. Perhaps it was better that his mother was interested in Snape. Maybe he could hide the truth forever.

"Yes, Horace loved him. He was so talented, wasn't he?" said Lily.

"He managed to impose as the most paranoid Auror ever! He was a genius."

Harry was feeling sick. His extraordinary sense that had helped him once to realise Hermione was Voldemort's lost daughter was working again. Crouch was one the most interesting Death Eater he had ever seen. He had not gone to Voldemort the moment he had summoned his Death Eaters. That had always bothered Harry because it had never made sense to him. Crouch's only interest was whether Voldemort had returned or not. For him it was vital that Voldemort would come back. Could there be something fishy going on?

**EM**

"Aren't we going to resurrect more people? Like a couple of allies." said Grindelwald fraustatedly.

"No." said the young highschool student who was listening to music.

"Then what? What's he making? A potion to soften your skin!?" He pointed at Orion Black who was brewing a potion peacefully.

"I wouldn't apply it to my skin even if I were suicidal," said Orion. "Madam, we're almost there. Is the host ready?"

Eve Morningstar smiled sadly. "Of course, Orion. He has always been."

Regulus Black who had been motionless suddenly stood up and walked to Orion.

"There is no other choice." said Orion.

"Are you sure that you want to do it?" said Morningstar.

"Yes!" said Orion shakily.

Grindelwald smiled as Orion slowly gave Regulus a cup of the potion.

"Drink Regulus!" Orion calmly ordered.

Regulus obediently drank some of the potion. He seemed to gain some of his conciseness.

"Fa - father?" he rasped.

Orion smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"Сейчас. [Sichas: Now]" yelled Eve.

Suddenly a dark shadow emerged from the door. The room wasn't exactly bright before, but now it was uncomfortably dark and cold. Had they been any other than who they were, they would have felt a wave of despair but to them it had just become a bit cold.

Regulus's breathing became more rapid. A dark slimy hand reached for his neck and grabbed it. A faceless head came forward to kiss him. Regulus was terrified. The dementor removed it's hood and showed him its awful complexion.

It was odd because the dementor wasn't breathing in, sucking his soul inside but it was breathing out, trying to push something into him. Suddenly, he could feel a presence inside. It was someone who he knew well.

"Barty!?" he yelled and fell on the ground.

Eve Morningstar stood up. She looked pleased and yet somehow unhappy.

Her features began to change as her height was increased by two inches, her face became more mature and less juvenile and her body became more voluptuous as she took the form of Mrs Crouch, the Russian woman who was once known as Irina Volkova.

Regulus's body jerked and suddenly he sat. His eyes seemed mad and hungry.

"Привет сынок. [Priviet Sinok: Hello, sonny.]" she said softly and bowed down to look at his face. "Всё ладно. В порядке. [vsyo ladna, ty v pariadkeh: Everything is okay. You're alright.]"

"Мама что… Где мы? [Mama shto … gdie me: Mum, what… Where are we?]"

"Wir sind in Frankfurt," said Grindelwald.

"He doesn't speak German." said Irina.

"We don't know Russian, please speak English, Father." said Grindelwald.

Barty looked slightly disturbed by the idea of her mother being this young man's father as well.

"Father?" he asked.

"Yes, my boy," said Irina. "Say hello to your half-brother."

"Hi, I'm Gellert." said Grindelwald.

"Yes, I've seen your pictures. You are Grindelwald." Crouch snarled. He felt awkward. He wasn't in his own body.

"Mother! You should give me the power to transform my body."

"Not yet," said Orion. "The magic that's keeping you inside Regulus isn't stable enough right now. You must wait."

"Your boy is the trigger?" cried Crouch incredulously. "This body can be used to make the bridge."

"Ah yes." said Grindelwald. "Father refuses to bring the dead back for now. Perhaps you could persuade him… or rather her."

Irina changed back to Eve Morningstar.

"Not the time, Gellert." she moved to the sofa she had been previously sitting on.

"For now, let's enjoy Barty's company."

***JM***

James Moriarty went to his office in the Ministry of Magic. After his brief session with the Order of Phoenix he had to meet his most important unspeakable, Mr Stiltskin.

"kirithra," he whispered and his secret meeting room opened. Mr Stiltskin was already inside.

"It seems that Morningstar is making her move," said Mr Stiltskin.

"Yes, she is," said Moriarty, "In the last six thousand years she has never had me so clueless."

"We must be careful. This must be her endgame. If she succeeds, all is lost."

"Her actions make no sense. What is her game?" asked Moriarty frustratedly.

"Have you forgotten who she is or What she is?" said Stiltskin, "You don't know her as well as I do. Her actions always make sense. She is doing an experiment with Harry and Hermione."

"You see, this is what confuses me so much. Of what use are Harry and Hermione to her?"

Stiltskin sighed and walked to the other end of the conference room.

"I can only speculate. But one thing is clear. She's going to come for the kids."

"She obviously needs them. Can you share some of your ideas?" asked Moriarty.

"Nothing concrete. The girl … We already know her condition. She is most likely her main target, just like last time."

Stiltskin stopped talking when he saw Moriarty's face. He was furious.

"It's not going to end up like last time! That was a disaster! It's not happening this time around!"

"That was not your fault," said Stiltskin.

"I know," replied Moriarty with a broken voice.

"Ikha kelleme," said Stiltskin in an old language Moriarty barely recognised.

"I what?" he asked.

"I pass," said Stiltskin, "But that's not what it really means. It means that I forgive because I have to."

"Forgive myself? That's not happening."

Moriarty clapped his hands hard and rubbed them together.

"You were right about Hermione," Moriarty admitted.

"Was I?" asked Stiltskin.

Moriarty nodded.

"She has the signs. Although I cannot feel it as you do, my observations indicate that Hermione is certainly not a normal teenage girl."

"Hmm. I received your message. It was quite disturbing. She can do something only Morningstar has the power to do. I wonder what else she is capable of."

Moriarty snapped his fingers and two cups of tea appeared on the desk in front of him. Stiltskin immediately picked one and began to sip it.

"As the most cunning man I know, you are the only one capable of keeping Hermione Granger and Harry Potter safe."

"Then let's hope I succeed, Rumple."