DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n a question a reader Aussie-sweet asked, how could the children bring the bird back from the dead? Three possible answers, this is fiction, and anything can happen, but that is not the answer. Some kinds of dark magic could, Necromancy one of them. Or maybe the bird wasn't dead yet. It was dying, Kreacher said it was dead, so who knows. The point was that regardless of what kind of magic they did, they should not be trying that type of magic, nobody knows the outcome.

Some readers want the ex-dementor to be named and find out the nature of the being, all in its due time. I have already disclosed it is not from our world, more will be said.

masked lee had a good comment, wondering what type of schooling should they get? Their magic is very advanced; so I think those questions will depend on what happens next.

December

Gellert's Planning

He studied the books the children had brought and sent. He was learning about satellites and other Muggle technology that might help his family to locate him. Little did he know how fast things would change.

His only fear was that Dumbledore would find him out, or something would happen to his angels.

The terrible years in solitude had allowed him plenty of time to remember the dead and to face his inner demons, and now he craved the warmth and innocence of the family he had thought as forever gone. He would not allow any harm to come to them.

He had vowed never again to kill or harm others for either profit or power, but all bets were off when his family was concerned.

How he wished for Albus just to forget about him. He also hoped that the evil that lived within him had never taken a hold; but mostly he wanted never to be alone, not ever again; and he planned to leave this place as soon as he was able.

He had given it a lot of thought, and the best way was to build a Gollum; one that would have all his memories. If Albus ever discovered it, he would not be able to find him. The Gollum was ready, reduced to a matchstick he kept on the belt under his clothes.

His flower deserved to know about the gift he had blocked on her and her descendants, one more sin he had to answer for. He had always regretted blocking it. If he hadn't perhaps his wife and boys could have fought Albus' henchmen. Oh Albus, foolish wizard; one day I am going to tell you truths that will show you what evil wizards we both have been, he thought.

The one troubling thought was the idea that Albus had known his family's nature. He must have because he saw their dead bodies, and even with the blocked gift he would hhhhü...he wasn't sure. It was all jumbled.

One thing was certain; he had brought Albus's scourge upon the Greyback and on his family.

He wanted to find the Greyback. Albus had mentioned that one of the young ones had made it, He wasn't forthcoming in the details. However, he needed to ask for forgiveness, and tell the surviving Greyback the joyous news; maybe the rift could be healed, at least for the new generations.

As of lately, he was nearly sure that Albus might have been there, and if so, he would tear him to pieces. He needed some proof. Nevertheless, the idea that he was somewhat responsible for Albus' actions tormented him.

This day he cried for his babies, his wife, and the murdered Greybacks. He no longer believed to have made the killings and wished someone could see if Albus had inserted false memories on him.

He wanted to undo as much wrong as he could, bitter tears clouded his eyes. He worried about his family and wished to talk to them. The image of his great-grand-daughter was stuck. The idea that she had been in Azkaban made him ill. He was afraid for all of them.

He needed to alert them about Albus as soon as he could. He had a bad feeling and wished he hadn't committed so many sins.

December

The travelers had arrived in England a few days day before, and the Malfoys were entertaining. After much deliberation, the children were all invited. They were going to be introduced as country relatives.

Remus was coming Polyjuice to like one of the Loire tutors. "Remus I hate to ask you to come, but we will need help. I will introduce you as Mr. Lemer. The children will think the same."

Remus knew the list of guests and agreed to help.

Harry was staying behind since they were afraid someone would figure out his identity. He was the spitting image of James Potter, and an apparent trace of the scar was still visible. Although it had initially nearly faded, after the incident with Voldemort at Granger Manor, it came back stronger.

Finally, Lucius cleverly disguised him, and everyone was sure that he wouldn't be recognized.

Frankie and Evie had also been changed in their appearance but only a little. At the last minute, Yaxley accepted the invitation; and Frankie and Evie had to stay behind because Frankie knew and liked Yaxley, which made it too risky. This might have been a mistake because Frankie was unhappy.

Theodore Sr. arrived with his fiancée; she was a Native American witch, in her early forties; however, nobody dared to ask if she were a Pureblood. Nott knew that she wasn't and could care less. He finally seemed at peace, and Teddy was happy eating up her affection.

Her eyes opened wide when she met Remus; she increased her concealment charm. No, it wasn't a good time to be recognized.

The children's invitation turned out to be a singularly bad idea, mostly because of Draco, who behaved at his worst.

Teddy was there, as well as Pansy, Blaise, Greg, and Vince. Narcissa kept looking at Pansy, there was something somewhat familiar, and she couldn't figure out. It would come to her.

"Dwaco, I like Mimi's hair," Theo told him, and the other three boys fully agreed.

"She is very pretty." Vince affirmed. Draco looked at him crossed.

Theo and Blaise wouldn't stop chasing her, much to Draco's displeasure.

She laughed while being chased, "Pixie come and help, help me, they're about to get me. Don't pull my hair," she would scream if one of the boys would play with her hair but would also laugh.

Harry laughed, "Come here Mimi, I'll protect you. Run fast," he was happy playing along. Not Draco, Mimi was his.

"Leave her alone, go home, Blaise you're bad, go home. Vince no touching, go home." Draco kept screaming, and was about to pitch a fit; he was neither laughing not having fun. He dismissed his friends every other time.

If that weren't bad enough, he grabbed Mimi's hand and pulled the girl along wherever he went.

"Mimi, Ary, let's play alone, in my room, now!" He didn't want company and wanted to play alone with her, Harry, and the owls. Mr. Pierre (Remus) had to intervene more than once.

Finally, Draco managed to make Hermione angry. He was just too possessive of her and refused to let her play with anyone else.

"Just like his father," Narcissa told one of her friends, "Wizards, they are all the same." They both laughed.

Pansy and Hermione tried to play house, "Mimi, let's play house. Blaise is the daddy, and Theo is another daddy, and you and I are the mommies."

"No, I don't want Mimi to play house, we want to play with the dogs and the owls in my room." Draco told them, and they ignored him.

He made it impossible and was not cooperating. They played mommy and daddy. Harry played house with them and the other children, and Draco sat a few steps away, to give them ugly stares.

Needless to say, the witches watching, laughed at Draco being so possessive. They thought it adorable.

The staring wasn't downright awful, what followed was, he jumped on Teddy when the young wizard bent to kiss Hermione's cheek, "Dear, I am going out."

At that moment, Draco smacked Teddy quite hard with the play wand and made him cry. Teddy's mother to be ran and picked up the little wizard in her arms; Narcissa was pleased at how Teddy relaxed in her arms. She kissed the top of his head, and Teddy put his head on her shoulder.

Remus took the chance to come near the other children, Moony knew with one sniff, and Remus felt his legs about to give in. He ran from there, to get fresh air. Lucius noticed and wondered.

Draco now stood in front of Hermione, separating her from the others.

"I am unhappy at your poor comportment. They are your guests, and a host makes his guests welcome. Leave Mimi be. This will not be tolerated…" After Draco was admonished by both parents, and for a short while, all was well.

They had promised not to play Healer Pixies, or their other more advanced magic games, and thus far they were cooperating, so the jealousy was workable, Lucius hoped.

Pansy was enamored of Draco, which angered Hermione, "Pansy, he is my boyfriend; we marry when we are big, maybe when we are ten or maybe nine."

"You are too tiny, and you cannot marry, my Pa says witches need to have a big bum," Vince said as a matter of fact, and added, "If they want to breathe babies." Vince was shy at hearing raucous laughter from all the wizards.

"I can breathe okay, and I don't need a bum. Asides, I'm too little to have babies, maybe when I am quite old, like twelve. Leave me alone." Hermione said and ignored him.

Her guardian, looking from inside one of her pockets was warm and toasty, there were many dark currents along the room, but the young ones were untainted, lots of clean energy. His only problem were the threads coming out several arms connecting to the dark being after one of his angels. No matter, he was alert.

Wanting to see more, to make sure nothing went wrong, he turned into a small grey owl, to fly up, too tiny to be and sat near the candles to watch. There were beasts hiding below the surface of several of the room occupants, interesting.

Vince wouldn't leave her alone because had never seen something so pretty and kept trying to touch her hair and kiss her cheek, earning multiple smacks from bossy Draco; which didn't start to face him.

Greg observed her shyly, and his older brother Francois noticed. Francois had arrived later with his date. The Malfoy were all stressed, hoping the children didn't remember her.

His date was a half-Japanese witch. She was none other than Grant's relative, the daughter of the cousin they had met the first day at the Grangers. They remembered, he had been married to a witch.

Liam was shy and didn't make a big deal. Soon, she left the room to breathe fresh air. She had recognized the Malfoy and noticed they were stressed to see her, so she pretended not to remember them.

Francois Goyle, who everyone knew was not Greg's brother but his father, loved seeing Greg eyeing Hermione and egged him on to go after the pretty little witch.

"Greg isn't she pretty, maybe she can be your girlfriend," he would tell Greg every so often, and Greg would run to his young mother, all flushed. Irina Goyle was married to Alois, Francois' father, 110 years old. Irina welcomed his son, she was jealous and trying to hide it.

"Dwaco doesn't share, and we all like Mimi. He won't to learn to share, so we fight with him." Vince observed wisely. The wizards that heard him, laughed.

Pucey added, "Malfoy wizards have never shared dear Vince, let it be a lesson." He looked at Narcissa with admiration in his eyes." They take the prettiest of the witches; and son, fighting won't work." His wife laughed, she knew him to be an inoffensive flirt.

Lucius didn't laugh, and for a second sympathized with Draco, for a second. He was about to take an action that would make him unpopular with some of the guests. His sympathy for Draco was about to evaporate.

Meanwhile, Harry sat alone to look at Pansy and Daphne, who had just arrived. He had found his wife. That was what Harry thought after looking at Pansy, but then he stared at Daphne, and wasn't too sure.

Pansy had pretty hair, but she was a little surly. Daphne also wore glasses, and she was nicer. He would ask his dad, later. Draco already had a future wife, thus, he needed to find one soon.

He looked at Pansy carefully, ah, he knew something. He finally came to Pansy, and Narcissa heard him. "Do you know Mr. Remu? Maybe he is your uncle, I think so, you kinda look like him."

She shook her head, "I don't have an uncle Remu; but I'll ask my mommy." Pansy grabbed Harry and pulled him to her mother who was talking to Narcissa.

"Mommy do I have an uncle Remu?" Pansy asked.

Her mother's skin turned ashen. Narcissa rescued her, "Darling you only have one uncle, Ernest."

"I told you I didn't," Pansy told Harry as they walked away.

And that was that. Not really, Narcissa took notice and excused herself, to go and find Remus.

Remus' head was in a turmoil. Though Pansy's mom no longer called to him, Moony was right; the young witch was his cub. He longed to touch her, but he needed to stay away.

He also recognized the witch at the Grangers. Soon he realized that she wouldn't know him. When she came closer, he recoiled, no question, she was a wolf. She looked at him, equally surprised; and promptly turned around to go back into the house.

Remus was following her, when he saw Narcissa looking at him. She knows, Moony told him. He braced himself for the questions. No way to avoid them.

He wasn't going to lie, he needed advice. He opened his mouth to talk when they saw Frankie holding Evie's hand. "I wanted to be with them." Frankie explained when he saw them and ran towards Narcissa.

"Oh dear, a door, he knows how to enter them alone." Remus whispered on Narcissa's ear.

They could hear Yaxley talking nearby, Remus picked Frankie up, there was little time, the voices were upon them. He added a glamour and made the children go to sleep. He carried them both, one in each arm, their heads over his chest.

"Poor tykes, so tired, let me put them to bed." Remus went towards the Manor's family wing. The glamour left their hair as it was, not enough time to react.

Yaxley did a double take when he saw the children's heads, "Frankie, Evie?" He asked.

"Ah, who?" Narcissa asked.

Remus moved closer so the children's faces were visible. "Never mind, sorry, I thought they were someone else." Yaxley answered.

"They are Pierre's children, he is taking them to his wife." Narcissa started talking to Yaxley while Remus Floo them back to Ellie. Both Remus and Narcissa very aware of the powers of the children, and that the Rosiers represented a threat. Remus returned after leaving the children with Ellie. He was worried that Yaxley wasn't convinced. The hair, he had seen the hair, and he probably didn't believe Remus. He needed to tell Lucius and get an opinion.

Inside, the children went into the play room, where other older children were already playing, mostly boys. The elves were supervising, and the adults could see them well enough from the room they were occupying.

Everything was more or less well, until, "Blaise, no more touching Mimi's hair." Draco was getting upset by the minute.

It was the third time, and Blaise called Hermione,"Bellisima," in Italian, making Draco angrier.

Of course, the adults were laughing at Draco's protective streak. Mimi, was oblivious of Draco's distress because she was busy enjoying all the attention, and this made Draco even more upset.

Blaise, a born flirt went one step further, hugged Hermione tightly in his arms, and kissed her cheek, followed by a second loud smooch near her lip. Draco, once more, lost his temper, jumped on Blaise, and armed with his, somewhat, activated super strength, pummeled him.

Greg Goyle promptly joined the melee, on Draco's side, and before long most of the children fought, rather nasty. Harry was attempting to stop Draco, and Hermione and Pansy were trying their best to separate the fighters.

In what it seemed seconds, the older children who were in the other end of the room came to fight as well. It was chaos. They were not paying attention to the adults, who had stood up and were coming towards them. Half of the children were on Blaise's side. Daphne ran to her mom because she didn't want to get in the middle. Vince was the smartest one, he sat to eat cake and ignored the fighters.

The parents moved to stop the fighters. Soon enough, the dogs ran in the room growling, and Lucius had to order them to sit and stay. His headache worsened, but it really hurt when he noticed some minor changes in Draco, his hair was getting longer, and he thought his teeth were getting sharper. His head was about to explode.

A/ N thanks to all those who take the time to comment; it fuels the desire to continue.