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UPDATED:9/30/2019

Chapter 31

February 27th, 1995

Emma spent several hours in labor upon arriving at the St. Mungo's. No one was allowed in to see her yet, except Sirius and the two nephews, Harry and Draco. They had been surprised when a nurse walked in a woman who was covered head to toe in modern style Victorian wear of black and blue and a white blouse. Her face and hair were wrapped to hide her identity. However, the moment she pulled her wrap from her mouth and nose Sirius and Draco's jaw dropped in shock, "Hello Draco, Sirius… It's good to see you…"

"Sissy?"

"Mum? But-" Draco was quickly silenced when Narcissa moved fast across the room, covering her son's mouth from speaking and looked into Sirius's grey eyes, her own blue filling with fear, "I'm not supposed to be here, please, don't say anything?" She wasn't exactly speaking to her son, her blue eyes hadn't left her cousin's shocked face a single moment, she feared if she showed up like she had, he'd have shouted, telling her to leave.

"Of course not, Emma said she had gotten close with you over the years… Are you alright?" With a sigh of relief, Narcissa let her hand slid from Draco's mouth and held her son close, something she hadn't had the chance to do in months, nearly a year, and kissed the top of his blond head. Mother and son had been temporarily reunited.

Still holding onto one another, Narcissa turned a look to Emma's sleeping form. The red head was out, and likely would be for a while, "How is she?"

"Exhausted. She went into labor yesterday around approximately two, we figured it out three or four hours later when her 'cramps' got worse as the hours ticked on. She just gave birth around 3 a.m. this morning." Sirius caught his cousin's happy smile, the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes as she continued looking at the sleeping redhead. Her smile fading as harsh and terrible memories flooded her, "I wish I had warned them sooner… Lily and James would have loved to be here, she needed them more than anyone could have imagined… She needed you, and you were all robbed of it all, we all were… I want him to pay, Sirius… Tell me he will?" Narcissa begged with tears brewing in her bright blue eyes.

"Harry, Draco. Give us a few moments, please." That was not a request, Draco stood confused, he didn't want to leave his mother's arms, but Harry had gently pulled him out of the room and closed the door. With no ability to hear through the door the two boys watched from the small window as the two family members spoke, Sirius looked remorseful at his cousin, they watched Narcissa's shoulders shaking and her head bowed low like she was crying.

They watched Sirius pulling Draco's mother into his arms and held her close to comfort her. "Wonder what happened." Harry said, but Draco had a feeling he knew what happened, why his mother was crying and full of sadness, "I think I already know." Draco whispered sadly, finally his father's words from his second year sank in, his mother had warned, tried warning the Potter's and failed in saving them. That was why his mother was crying.

Hogwarts - February 29th

"A man has died Cornelius! Barty was a good man! We should not let this tournament continue on!" Dumbledore growled at the Minister for Magic.

"Do you truly think I don't know that Albus! He was my co-worker, my friend also! But I will NOT cancel this tournament! I will NOT be seen as a coward!"

Harry heard Dumbledore say something, but he hadn't been able to hear it clearly, "What did you say? What did you just say to me!"

"Excuse me, Professor, Minister. But I do believe this conversation is no longer private." Alastor said, flicking his wand at the door, letting it glide open to reveal Harry standing there with full shock at being caught.

"Harry, how glad of you to come, Minister. I believe our time has come to an end. I'll escort you out. Harry, your more than welcome to stay here until I return. Help yourself to some Licorice Snaps, but I'll warn you, they can be very sharp," Dumbledore said with a small grin, walking out with the rest of the Professors and the Minister of Magic, he seemed to have been pretty riled up.

"Albus-"

"Minister, please, this way to your carriage." Albus's voice was stern as he walked past the Minister, Cornelius forced a small smile to his face, nodded to Harry then processed to follow Dumbledore. The door closing behind them, leaving Harry alone.

With a tired sigh, Harry took a handful of the Licorice snaps. An unexpectedly gasp from the sudden pain at the snaps had literally bit him, making him drop the painful little beasts. He quickly jumped into action to try picking up the fleeing snaps, 'I thought these things were supposed to be candy!' he shouted to himself mentally. Stomping after them, he found he'd accidentally stepped on some kind of hidden key lock that opened up the side of Dumbledore's wall, pulling forward a stone stand with a Pensieve sitting on top.

This confused Harry, but with his natural curiosity he moved to investigate. The memory he found shocked him. Igor Karkaroff was in an iron cage pleading for his freedom and trading information before the Council of Magical Law, his heart nearly stopped when he named Severus Snape as a Death Eater, even Harry didn't want to believe that!

His mind swirled with shock and sadness as Igor gave the name of another who had been part of the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom in 1981 after Voldemort had vanished. Shocked beyond belief at the name Igor shouted gleefully, grinning at everyone's disbelieved shock. Barty Crouch Jr. had aided the previous three or four torturers. His father had denounced his son on the spot. As the memory came to end, Harry was pulled back out and sent falling on his bottom painfully.

"Curiosity is not a sin a Harry, don't worry. The Pensieve is harmless. It shows me what I've already witnessed, so I can relive the memory again. To see if I overlooked anything. You see Harry, I've searched for years trying to figure him out. Why he's doing what he has done, where he possibly is, to stop him… But I'm still missing something." Dumbledore rambled, it was like he was near the brink of a mental breakdown, of course one of his friends, and trusted allies, had just been murdered a few days ago. Harry wasn't expecting anything less from his dearest Professor and Headmaster.

"Professor, what happened to Mr. Crouch's son?" Harry asked in wonder, he'd seen him before and now he knew who he was. The nightmare, Voldemort asked Jr to do something for him.

"He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it, but he had no choice." Dumbledore sighed sadly, sitting on his steps of his office. A thought suddenly stuck Dumbledore at the way Harry's curious voice sounded at his question regarding the man. "Why?"

Harry stumbled over his words, but he had to tell him, that was why he'd gone to his office in the first place, he didn't know what to do.

Harry felt content after his talk with Dumbledore, he'd finally taken Sirius's advice and spoke to his Headmaster regarding his nightmares and explaining that his Aunt was having the same dreams, like they were linked. However, as he walked back to his Common room he found Igor screaming at Snape in his potions storehouse, Harry's eyes grew wide as he found the Dark Mark plain as day tattooed onto Igor's forearm.

Snape had opened the door to let Igor out with a void expression. Being uncovered and seen by a student, Igor huffed with anger and irritation to Severus, angrily covered his mark and stormed out with a glare at Harry. He'd honestly thought he was home free until Professor Snape called him on something, expressing his impression with Harry using Gillyweed and for a moment Harry felt pride from having such a praise from Snape, until he began accusing him of stealing from his personal stores of ingratiates for his potions. This left Harry stunned and utterly shocked, "I haven't stolen anything-"

"Don't lie to me, Potter… You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice potions, and believe me, I'm going to find out why!" and slammed the door in his face, sending Harry off in pure confusion. Harry spent the next four months confused until the next and last task in June.

Sirius had removed Emma from Hogwarts grounds and took her and the babies to 12 Grimmauld Place in London and the Potter Estate, even if he wanted to Liquidate Grimmauld Place he knew it would come in handy. Sirius had ended up offering his home to Dumbledore as the Orders Headquarters, even though Emma had already done so, along with the Potter Estate. Both homes would likely be full f Ordermemebers and those they needed to move for a safe house.

Kreacher was enjoying his time with the babies, always smiling and playing with the two bundles and looking after them that he finally let Emma cook and clean for once. Kreacher and Sirius had made her stay in bed for almost two months after she got out of the Hospital with the twins.

Sirius was mesmerizingly captivated, barely ever more than five feet from the twins, the action had Emma smiling with joy. "You are one overprotective father." She giggled as she walked from the room, Sirius following her into the kitchen. She slightly squealed with laughter when he'd come up behind her and turned her to face him as he lifted her up onto the edge of the counter with his own playful laughter.

"You have no room to talk Love. Draco sliced his finger over New Year's, and you went crazy thinking he'd lose his figure." Sirius laughed, pecking kisses all around her face.

Playfully gasping at him she continued to laugh, unable to stop, "Hey, that was a deep slice, Sissy would have had my head if she found out he got hurt on my watch."

"He's a boy, Fox. He's bound to get hurt…"

"You are being an ass,"

"How so?" He said playfully.

This left Emma trying to figure out what to come back at him with, and found her mind completely blank, so she went for the usual, "You're such a Marauder."

Laughing, Sirius kissed her with a grin, "So are you." and just like that he was walking towards the study down the hall where Kreacher was with the twins, past the portrait of Regulus He'd moved from the stairway and into the hall, "Hey Reg,"

"Brother," Neither was snide nor rude to the other. Sirius missed him, and he was better company than his screeching mother.

April 1995

Both Parents took their time and shared with the twins, even taking them to Hogwarts in April, the Professors and elves cooed over the babies and smiled happily. Maxime was in adoration, "What are zeir names?" little Gabrielle asked looking over her sister's arms at them with wide smile of excitement, she loved babies.

Sirius smiled, taking a sleeping baby girl from Emma's arms, "Orion and Liliana."

"Orion is a constellation, isn't it? Isn't Liliana a different name for a flower?" Gabrielle asked full of excitement as Emma giggled and sat. Her legs were still getting their muscle and strength back after being bed ridden for nearly two months, courtesy of her body causing her a few issues after she had the twins.

Smiling at the young blonde girl from Beauxbaton, "Yes, Orion is a constellation, Emma gave him my middle name actually. And once more you are correct, Liliana is another name for a flower, a Lily actually. But her middle name is after a dear friend that saved my wife a few times," Sirius piped up when Liliana started to wake up just a little only to resettle herself and fell back asleep in her father's arms, "Liliana Sissa Black." Sirius said, his eyes never leaving his daughter. His eyes glancing at Draco with a sideways smile after he spoke his daughter's full name.

Draco was shocked, they had named their daughter after his mother and Emma's sister. Draco could only smile as he glanced at the baby girl in Sirius' arms, 'Liliana Sissa, wonder how mum took that, probably cried honestly.'

Severus had heard Emma and Sirius were at the school with the twins and he hadn't yet had the chance to see them and for once a few others had seen a smile on his face as he approached the parents and the babies. His eyes feel on the bundle wrapped in a lilac purple blanket with white crescent moons and stars embroidered into it. One of the gifts he had purchased for the babies, that was resting peacefully in Sirius arms, "Red hair just like her mother."

"Only difference is her green eyes aren't as deep green…" Sirius smiled lovingly at his daughter as Severus' eyes traveled over to Emma with a smile and found the baby boy resting peacefully himself seeing that fuzzy hair was dark brown, "No doubt they'll both be as energetic as their parents." A grin plastered to his face gave that away to everyone who all just laughed and agreed.

"As long as neither are like me, I think we'll survive." Sirius joked and got a smiling stair from Emma, "Trust me, they can be like you all they want, but the moment I find out they've been bullying someone I'm putting my foot down."

"Come on Fox, when will you let that go?" He said playfully, he knew he deserved that one.

"When Sev forgives you." Emma grinned back, the only response that filled Minerva's classroom was Draco and Harry laughing at Sirius's playfully hurt face he gave her.

"Ouch, come on Jamie, gotta meet that cute little redhead of yours." Draco teased, and got a reaction from everyone, even Severus Snape, laughed at the blushing boys as they walked towards the classroom door with Harry playfully shoving Draco who simply swung an arm around his friend as they left. "Is it just me or do I see another Potter and Black." Severus slightly grumbled, but his lungs were choked of air when Sirius Black turned a grin at him, "Yeah, good luck with that… Would you like to hold her?"

May 15th, 1995

"Mum, are you okay?" Athella asked her mother, she seemed to be having pains and panting terribly, "Is the baby okay?"

Mellena, however, was trying to control her breathing, she had been in the middle of finishing up grading for Transfiguration class when her water suddenly broke. She hadn't exactly noticed she was in labor until the contractions started going in intervals of ten minutes, by then, Mellena felt ridiculous as she took deep breaths to keep herself as calm and relaxed as possible. "Sweetheart, I need you and your brother do me a favor, can you do that?"

"Sure thing, but what's wrong?" Horus piped up from his small fictional book he'd gotten for his birthday back in July last year. Though, now that he took notice, his sister seemed to be in the right and not overreacting at all. Their mother was indeed in pain. This kicked Horus into gear, "Mum, what's wrong?"

"Ella, I need you to go find Poppy. Horus, find your father." Mellena instructed, her hand resting upon her swollen belly.

"And if he's in class?"

"I don't care if he's in class, I'm in labor. Just tell him I need him at St. Mungo's pronto." Mellena was doing her best not to snap, the twins knew how much their father hated being disrupted from his classes, especially on a Monday afternoon. "O-oh... okay," and off was her son rushing down the halls to his father classroom while his sister ran the other way bumping into students telling them to move and get out of her way as she rushed into Poppy's Hospital wing, "POPPY, MUM'S IN LABOR!"

She hadn't only found Poppy, she found Alastor, her father, Sirius, Dumbledore and Remus Lupin, who she glared at and pointed at him saying, "You're mean to my mum." that had sent just about everyone into laughter, because it wasn't exactly a lie, ever since Remus had found out Gabby had been really alive and going by the name Mellena, he hadn't exactly been the kindest person.

Remus took the statement with a saddened sigh and nodded, "She's not wrong through, I'll uh... I'll stay here."

Utterly stunned at his daughter's sudden outburst, Snape stared blankly to the young girl, his jaw clenching with disapproval. "No, Remus you've more than welcome. Athella Rose Dumbledore-Snape, that was excitingly rude. Four days without your books." Snape said sternly as he walked past his shocked daughter.

Truthfully Athella was more shocked he'd grounded her from her books, "But-but... Dad, my books are my life! You can't just- yes sir." Athella sighed sadly and huffed with defeat as the adults walked out of the Hospital wing, a few steps behind the retreating group. The sudden sound of a book falling to the floor startled her. Curiously, Athella picked it up seeing it was a tattered and old edition of Peter Pan. Opening the hardcover carefully she read the hand-written inscription thinking she'd find a name for her to return it to the owner, "Happy birthday, Athella Rose. I am told you enjoyed books. This had always been one of my favorites I hope you enjoy it was much as I have. Sincerely, Moony" Her heart soared with excitement, she'd been about to shout with joy and ask who 'Moony' was, so she could thank him, until a quick thought came to her of her being grounded from her books, 'If dad finds out about this one he'll take it away from me too... Going to have to wait till later.'

June 24th, 1995

The task started like any other previously, besides the loud cheers soaring through the air. The music being more invigorating for the four champions.

Alastor had went about placing the cup in the Maze as Dumbledore explained everything to them and personally giving the four students warnings of the Maze's enchantment.

Emma had noticed Alastor acting more and more strangely as the tasks moved forward, even more so when the contestants entered the Maze, "Did he just point in a direction for Harry to go in?" Sirius silently asked her, he was simply graced with a nod, "Keep your eyes open Sirius, something doesn't feel right."

They, and everyone else, chatted amongst themselves, Alicia stood by her uncle Amos and tightly held onto his hand. She explained she was with Harry, but she had always routed for all the contestants, and would continue to do so. Amos found no problem with that and had smiled proudly at his niece. Both were thinking the same thing as the seconds ticked by, 'Please be safe.'

Their hearts raced as their eyes watched a red flair being sent up into the skies. A teacher Disappareated out towards the scene and brought back Fleur Delacour, who seemed rather shaken, claiming Viktor had attacked her, this startled everyone. Even more so when Viktor was brought back unconscious and very confused when he woke up asking what happened.

Harry and Cedric both rushed through the Maze together, trying to beat the Maze's walls as they crushed inward, "There! Run!" Cedric shouted, shoving Harry forward towards the cup, "Take it…"

Harry looked up at the seventh year in shock, "What?"

With a huff of slight irritation Cedric grabbed Harry's arms and moved him closer to the cup, "You saved me, take it! Hurry or we're both disqualified."

"No… Together…" Cedric wouldn't complain about that, if they both arrived, they'd both be the winners, that would be unique as it would come, and Cedric liked the idea of something being unique. With an agreed nod they both counted down, "One. Two. Three!" Both jumped for the cup, just as they touched it, they were gone and landing roughly in a cold, damp cemetery.

Realizing what had just happened Cedric smiled with shocked laughter, "It's a port key… Harry, the cup, it's a port key!" His grin hadn't lasted long when he finally noticed they were not where they were supposed to be. "Where are we?"

"I've been here before," Harry said mostly to himself if, as Cedric walked to him, utterly confused, "What? How's that possible, this place looks like it's been abandoned for years. The stone statues and name plates haven't been taken care of in, I'd say, ages." But the Grim Reaper statue caught his eyes and the names on it, "Thomas Riddle Snr", "Marry Riddle" and "Thomas Riddle" All dates of death was 1943.

Harry's heart dropped down to his stomach with dread, his breath caught in his chest. "Cedric, we have to get back to the cup."

Cedric looked from the stone names over to Harry, his confusion clear, "What? Why?"

"We have to get out of here-" There attention was pulled from one another as a strange sound, like an old door, opening. Harry's gut turned with fear as a shadow came out and towards them. His scar lit up with burning pain, sending Harry to his knees with a cry.

Worried, Cedric rushed to Harry's side and grasped ahold of his arm with concern, trying to look him over for any form of harm, "Harry, what is it, what's wrong?

"Get to the cup!" Harry screamed out. He couldn't let Cedric get caught in this. Unfortunately, the moment Wormtail's face came into view, Cedric stood at the ready between Wormtial and Harry, raising his wand to the unknown man, "Who are you, what do you want!"

"Kill the spare!" a small raspy voice demanded.

"Avada Kedavra!" Pettigrew shouted, a flash of green flew so fast Cedric barely had time to move, ducking the curse Cedric rolled out of the way, Cedric had gotten lucky for being able to dodge that curse just in time. But his luck would run out eventually.

"I SAID KILL HIM!" The voice screeched again with anger.

Wormtail opened his mouth, ready to curse the Hufflepuff once again, he was left stunned as the boy sent a curse back at him. Pettigrew moved as fast as he could with his lord in his arms.

"REDUCTO!" Cedric cast once again, Peter was lucky he was able to move from that blast with his Lord tightly held close to him, though he was becoming irritated and angered at being screamed at by Voldemort that he was a worthless waste of his command and ranks. Pettigrew grinned wickedly upon noticing where Cedric stood, under the Reaper's wings of the Riddle's tombstone. Casting a curse which broke a piece of the wing and watched with glee as it struck the Hufflepuff seventh year right atop onto the crown of his head, knocking him unconscious, "He should be dead when this is over, a slow and painful death for annoying my and getting in the way!" Peter grumbled.

"Cedric!" Harry tried getting free, he had to get Cedric out of there, they had to get out of there fast, but with him pinned to the stone statue of the Reaper he couldn't do anything. "Peter! Don-don't do this! Please!" Harry begged, Harry felt hope when he saw Pettigrew hesitate for a moment, but only for a moment it lasted, as he began spell and dropped Voldemort into a large cauldron. Harry held back his vomit when he watched Peter cut through his own wrist, the sound of his screams when his hand was fully severed and falling into the mixture with Voldemort's body inside the liquid.

They watched in memorized fear as the cauldron melted away as a body uncurled from the slim as smoke swirled around the body.

Harry was in full panic, but his eyes continued to move to Cedric's unconscious body, fearing the boy was dead. He watched with fear as the revived person turned and spoke to Wormtail, anger boiled over him as the dark mark appeared overhead and clouds of smoke flew from the open mouth landing in a circle around them as Voldemort called them all out on his raging disappointment in them, he was shocked, a desire to lash out when Voldemort pulled a mask from another, revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy, 'Now I think I know why Draco's mum sent him to Aunt Emma. That bastard is involved with Voldemort.'

Harry became over flooded with rage, forced to watch Voldemort walk to Cedric's unconscious form and moved his face away from his view and towards him, tsking at that boy, "Such a handsome boy too,"

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

"Ah, Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here, amongst the bones of my forefathers." Letting the boy from his imprisonment of the Reaper he challenged Harry, a child to a duel. He was cruel, using Crusio and insulting Lily. Harry had tossed a curse his way, unfortunately it was easily deflected.

Harry, full of fear and unsure as to what to do, went for cover as Voldemort continued cursing his way then finally demanded Harry come out and face him.

"I want to look at you when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!" Voldemort raged.

Harry took a breath, he didn't want to die, but he had no idea how to get past Voldemort to get to Cedric and still have time to get the cup in his hand, he may just die. And if he did by standing his ground like his parents, he was fine with that.

"Have it your way then." Harry said with a strong determination as he stepped out to face his death. In seconds their wands connected, sending a bright flash of light exploding from their wands creating a Dome around them.

Bright orbs shot out from Voldemort's own wand, gracefully landing behind Harry, the faces he saw made his heart swell then break.

Lily and James stood next to him, holding his hands around his wand. "We can hold him off for a moment, but only for a moment! Do you understand?!" James said frightened as he and his wife's spirit watched the terrifying sight before them. If they were late by even a half a second Harry was dead. He needed to get his son to see that they were unable to stay for long to talk to him like they'd have wished.

Harry had so much he wanted to say to them, but only a few words left him, his eyes locked with his mother's sad smiling face, "I love you,"

"We love you too Harry. Give Emma a kiss for us? Let go, Harry, you're ready." It took all his might to do what he was told to do, unable to break the line while seeing his parents Harry closed his eyes and broke the connection sending a small shockwave between Harry and Voldemort. His parents and the house keeper's souls flew at the dark lord, surrounding him and his followers in smoke giving Harry the time he needed to get to Cedric's body, accioed the Cup into his hands sending him and Cedric back into Hogwarts's grounds. The second he heard the cheers and the music playing he let his tears run in sobs, "Harry!" Dumbledore rushed the boys. Cedric was not moving, and Harry was not moving from his body. Once they were finally able to get Harry a safe space from the Seventh-year student, Dumbledore check him over and his heart sank with dread, "He's dead…"The words left Albus like an aching whisper. He didn't want to believe this, one of his students was dead, murdered on his watch. Albus Dumbledore's worst fears had been turned into a reality.

Amos rushed down shouting for everyone to move out of his, fell to his knees in grief and began screaming over his son's body, holding Cedric close to him.

Alicia stood back from the scene unable to move until she fell into someone's arms crying. 'Just like Paulie… I've lost another.' She had no idea that the arms she was in was that of Viktor Krum. He'd seen her falter and not wanting her to hurt herself if she did fall with jelly legs, he quickly caught her then soon relinquished his hold of the girl over to Hermione, who had rushed from the stands with Draco and Ron. The boys and the rest of the crowd of students were ushered back by the Minister of Magic and that or Arthur Weasley, "No, you don't need to be seeing this."

Cho cried as silently as she possibly could, her cries turning into painful cries as a watering eyed Lavender wrapped her arms around Cho, allowing the Ravenclaw girl to cry into her embrace for comfort while Lavender took comfort from Seamus's gentle grip to her arm.

Alastor had grabbed a sobbing Harry from the ground and dragged him to his office telling him that the stadium was not the place to be wailing like a banshee in front of others. But as soon as Alastor had the boy in his office, Harry hadn't thought of looking around the room, otherwise he'd have found two unconscious bodies off in the cornier.

Emma and Sirius had earlier moved to confront the Dark Arts teacher and had been rendered unconscious and shoved off in a corner.

Alastor had rushed around his office room as he spoke to Harry, the pain he was in was nearly unbearable, "What was it like?" he grunted out, his throat was drying, as he swallowed back the pain of his bones cracking back into place, he was out of Polyjuice potion.

'Damn! I'll be discovered before I can even kill the boy and frame the bloody fool!'

"I-I'm sorry?" Harry was confused, he lost a classmate, someone he knew, someone he'd have enjoyed in life as a friend. A smart young man had died trying to protect him as a friend and senior classmate and Alastor Moody, his Dark Arts teacher, was asking him what it was like to stand in the very presence of the Dark Lord? "Um, I don-don't know. It's all mixed together really-"

"Were there others?" Alastor ached, he was forcing back the change as long as he could, but it was failing him. His skin looked like it was melting off him as he forced back the change and his spine cracking back into place, making him shout a bit.

"Professor are you-" Harry's voice froze in his throat, dred sinking into the pit of his stomach. His eyes lingered off into the very corner behind the changing Alastor Moody, his green eyes finding two bodies that appeared to be dead, both person's eyes closed and still as can be. The sight sent the boy into sheer panic and dread, "M-mum?" It was like he was an infant one again, his mother standing between him and Voldemort then being murdered.

Emma's dark red hair was everywhere like she had just been thrown in the very place she was in. Sirius laid just as still on the other side of the corner, "Si-Sirius? Wh-what have you-" he choked. Harry couldn't bring himself to say it. Harry's heart shattering piece by piece. His eyes wouldn't, couldn't, move from their bodies. 'Their dead… Bu-but the babies? Me, Draco? What are we- oh God… Draco's mum…' Harry was unaware his eyes were streaming and overflowing with fresh, hot, tears with sobs leaving him as his legs gave out. Harry moved himself over to his Aunt and Uncle, shaking them, begging that they to wake up. The entire time he left his back vulnerable.

'Alastor' moved to the boy, grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt and pulled him back around to the center of the room, wand at the ready. At that moment, Harry wanted to die.

Yet fate was in favor of the boy this time around when the door was blasted in by Mellena, "HARRY!" She paid no mind to the intruder as he turned Alastor's wand on her and sent the killing curse straight for her, Snape shouted a for-warning for the others as he moved for his wife slamming them both against the wall out of the way as everyone else made a hole in the halls, thankfully all avoided being hit as Amos and Dumbledore disarmed 'Alastor Moody'.

Kingsly and Mellena checked the office, both their hearts sank in fear as they rushed to their downed friends. Harry had rushed to the two fallen adults in a panic alongside Mellena and Kingsly, hopeful they were really alright. Watching Kingsly sigh with relief checking both for pulse Harry let his tears run with hope and joy. 'They are alive, thank you…'

"Severus, the serum!" Dumbledore shouted, Amos pinned the intruder to the chair, binding him in place while Albus forced open the man's mouth allowing Severus to pour the serum down his throat and the interrogation began.

Emma stirred, a pounding headache was what greeted her and the sobs of Harry, "Harry? What are you crying for? Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick."

She was sent back onto the floor as her nephew tackled her back, his arms around her, sobbing into her arms, her headache forgotten about.

"You're alive… I thought he killed you…" Harry sobbed, then it clicked to both her and Sirius.

Tightening her arms around Harry, Emma began to gently rock the two of them side to side. Knowing the gentle motion would likely help calm him. As childish as the act may have looked at other parties, the act was always a soothing action. Unless you were prone to motion sickness. "We're alright."

"Send an owl to Azkaban, I think they'll find they're missing a Prisoner." Dumbledore said with irritation as he moved back over the now opened chest, "Sit tight Alastor, we'll have you up in a moment."

"I'm sorry Albus," Alastor weakly shouted up, a hand over his missing eye. He was relieved that he was finally found, but the long months had been so painful he wasn't sure he'd ever want to leave his home ever again.

However, the swift nature Fudge had entered the Office was like he was on a mission. His anger was clearer than any of them had ever seen, but what frightened everyone the most the was feisty Dementor right on his heels, "Bartemius Crouch Junior! Escapee and murderer alike! For impersonating not only a Professor of Hogwarts, but an Auror himself, for conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic and the planned murders of Harry James Potter, Alastor Moody, Sirius Black and Emma Evans. You are to be returned to Azkaban! For aiding a fellow Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew and other fellow followers of He-Who- Must-Not- Be- Named, for participating in the death of Cedric Diggory and tampering with the Tri-Wizard Tournament that has led to these hardships and losses and the death and planned murder of your own father, Bartemius Crouch Senior, Head of the Ministry of Magic's International Magical Cooperation! I here-by sentence you to undergo the Dementors Kiss at once!" Fudge was fuming with rage. His anger had cost him all his reason and clear thinking. he had to keep this quiet, he had to keep Voldemort's attempted return from getting out. Again.

Dumbledore's shock brought his eyes up from Harry and the other two. Harry had a cut along his forearm, blood curling around the cut like that of a snack. Like a Death Eater's tattoo.

"No! Cornelius, he can testify! Voldemort has returned," Sirius shouted, knowing if Cornelius went through with this sentence, they'd have more losses than victories along with more deaths of comrades and that of innocent lives.

"He's right, Jr. may know where he and Pettigrew could be hiding!" Kingsly quickly spoke up, agreeing with Sirius. He couldn't believe Fudge was willing to kill their only lead to finding Voldemort!

"SILENCE!" Cornelius roared, his face red from his anger, "Bartemius Jr. is a mad-man and mentally incapable of producing any sound evidence of his return and I will not be made a fool! That Wizard is dead, and he shall remain so! Dementor, perform your task and head back to Azkaban!"

Severus held Albus back, fearing the Dementor may turn on his Headmaster as the Dementor began performing it's given task. Once done, the creature fled back to the Prison as everyone stared wide eyed in utter shock and fear of what Cornelius Fudge had just done.

"Cornelius, what have you done?" Albus had no words really, he'd had thought Fudge would be sensible, then again, his once dear friend had become emotional ever since the first War and losing so many people. Then it hit him, Cornelius was doing this not only because Barty Snr had been their good friend, but because Fudge would be voted out of his chair and relinquished to the next chairman. This was about Fudge keeping his job and the man's strong desire to not want to admit Voldemort had truly came back. This realization sent Albus Dumbledore into a rage, though the Headmaster said nothing to the Minister, but his cold, daggered, glare was enough to send Fudge packing.

The next few days they spent preparing for Cedric Diggory's Memorial Service that Hogwarts had offered to host in honor of their fallen student before they said their goodbyes to their Guests. This was also the same time Emma turned in her temporary two weeks, "I'll be back Albus, but for now, I think I should be with my family. But please, if you or Hogwarts ever needs someone to help you, never hesitate to ask. I will come back to help you, but only for a short time."

The Memorial serves was held, Emma and a few others, including Harry, Cho, Draco, Hermione and the Weasley family attended Cedric's funeral. Harry holding a crying Alicia for the loss of her cousin, a cousin she had been robbed of just after finding her family. A single thought in his mind.

'No one will hurt her Cedric, I promise. Alicia and Cho will be safe. You have my word on that.'

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