Hey everyone,
This chapter will not have a CR chapter in it, it will revolve around at least four of the adults – sorry, still won't use people like Charity Burbage as I just don't know her character well enough yet – and will then move on to another night of rest, where yet another character will be visited by our special little captives.
Now, I know there were only four chapters read and that the chapter before last was about a lunch break, but after what the adults will experience in this chapter will they require some more time for themselves to understand what they have seen and experienced and because of that will there be a break be taken from the reading.
Also, I am very happy to note that the Revelation Chapter – also known as the CR chapter of Cat, Rat and Dog – will be the February update and I am even more happy with how amazing the build up for that has been able to grow in just ten chapters. This story is going so great, I actually thought this story had more chapters.
Did you too,

Venquine1990
PS. SHOUT-OUT to all those who try so hard to figure out the little plot bunnies that I have hidden in this story, such as who the people in Dumbles' memory were, who the OC kids' parents are and who the ones that James is captured with are. I love all of you and I love helping you figure out these little mysteries.


Chapter 11
Visions and Dreams

Snape's POV

The pain Potter's Patronus is causing is more mental than physical and while I wonder how Potter managed to cast a Patronus and a Mind Spell at the same time, do I scream in crazy pain as my mental walls are broken down as if they are made of glass, the shards hurting me as I feel the sound waves extracting something hidden

Flashback

"Lily, are you sure? What about Prongs?" I ask the red-haired young woman in front of me, who helped me become the most popular Snake in all of Hogwarts by, for once, not arguing with someone she was at odds with, but instead questioning him for his motives and getting answers that hit both of us very deeply.
It had been a day that could have very well become the worst of my entire life, but instead of that did it slowly but surely become known as the best ever, me starting the lunch break with just myself and my notes for my next test and ending my dinner with nine new friends, one of which became my own boyfriend and true love.
Yet none of that matters to me right now as the red-haired, green-eyed woman in front of me is standing there, her hands clasped in front of her and a beautiful platinum band with a set of emeralds and amber stones set in the middle of the band, the amber darkening the emeralds, yet the emeralds making the amber stand out more.

This band is the reason she came to visit me and while I look at her shocked as I feel sure that her bond with Prongs has, over the years, grown to exceed ours, yet the girl smirks and shakes her head as she says: "I can't even ask him, Forktongue, he was there when Moony proposed to me and the first thing he said was –."
And before she could even finish her sentence, do I snigger and say: "I claim Best Man position." Yet the woman shakes her head and says: "He said he called dibs, he didn't even claim it. He even went so far as to, when Moony asked if that wasn't supposed to be the one to make that decision, say he would use his title if needed."
At this I really shake my head, not even really all that surprised as Prongs has always been using his two titles whenever it would either benefit the gang or – when he felt like it – himself, making it so that I am not even surprised that he would use his Gang title as the pseudo leader to make sure he can be Best Man.

"Pads will not be happy with that." I then mutter, yet Lily shrugs and says: "As if Prongs will give him a choice. You know as well as I that he has Pads wrapped completely around his finger." To which I roll my eyes as this happened shortly before we all became friends, yet our friendship made them feel good about making it public.
After that, it didn't take long for people to understand why Pads never let any teacher or Snake walk over him; because his submissive partner Prongs had him completely at his mercy, the black-haired lad being only too willing to jump through fire and break ice with a toothpick if it pleased his messy-haired boyfriend.
Prongs had definitely, over the years, taken advantage of this when possible, yet just like this is well-known, is it also quite the fact that Pads doesn't even mind the way that Prongs usually convinces him to give him what the proud, proud messy-haired lad wants. To this I sigh and say: "That bond between them is just so confusing."

End flashback

I open my eyes with a gasp, the Patronus now gone and everyone – even those stupid Gryffindors – looking at us adults with unnecessary worry, yet while I tune them all out including their nasty whining about whether or not I was alright, do I work my hardest to get my shields back up and strong within my mind.
Yet when I inspect them, do I feel shocked to see that all of them are still strong and that the many traps and hidden doors that I placed around my shields to confuse anyone stupid and suicidal to try and breach into my mind are back where they belong. What is even more shocking is that my shields are now shining with renewed power.
Going over the whole scenario and all that makes my mind so impenetrable to access unless I get caught off guard do I feel relieved to realize that, while the magical waves of energy coming off of the Patronus may have smashed my walls to show me my vision, it also reset them all once the vision had been shown to me.

This makes me focus back on what I saw, recognizing Lily as being somewhere between the 19 and the 20 years old, which only further confirms that she and I really didn't end our friendship when we were fifteen, yet then – as I take another glance at the memory – do I feel like reeling back in my seat out of pure shock.
"She married LUPIN? And she wanted me as the one to – wait, what did she want me to do anyway? Give her away or something? Who did she have as Maid of Honor? And why Lupin? What happened to her and Potter?" Yet, as I think this, do I remember another thing 19 year old me had been contemplating.
This makes me have to use the full restrain and power of my own mental shields to make certain I don't scream out my shock and astonishment as I realize: "Potter married BLACK? What does that mean about Potter junior? Is – is he – is he – is he Potter's – or Lily's?" And with that do I gaze in shock just past Potter junior.

Remus' POV

The sight of that incredible stag had been both a blessing and a painful curse. To see a creature so similar to my old and long lost friend had made the pain of his loss be a little more bearable, yet when he started bringing out the sound-waves that usually repel the Dementors, did I suddenly feel a pain that I am familiar to, and yet not.
The pain feels exactly like the excruciating pain that I feel once a month when I transform, yet it's not a physical pain, it's an actual mental pain and the natural shields that I have had ever since I first transformed actually crash down on me, making me feel as if my entire forehead just got squashed under a heavy weight.
Yet before I can do anything, as I still don't understand how anyone could have cursed me with a mental spell seeing my natural shields, does something happen that I could have never expected. The sound waves reach so deeply into my mind, I didn't even know this part of me existed and bring up what feels like a forgotten memory.

Flashback

Pacing left and right in front of my black-haired friend, do I try not to look at the closed door as its closed state makes me worry every time I see it, not to mention makes my worry for who is currently behind the door increase and so I try to just focus on the path I am walking and to keep the rhythm of my pace even and strong.
"Moony, will you just relax? You've been a worrywart ever since she told us she was expecting and you know that if she sees you pace like that, you'll be on the couch for another week, at least." My friend then says and while the werewolf within me growls at him for his insolence, do I then focus back on my voice and say:
"Padfoot, I – I can't relax. My kid – or maybe even kids – are being born in there. Did you forget that we're at war? Who's to say –.""Won't happen." Pads then says, his easy bored tone annoying me, but also proving this isn't the first time I voiced these worries and I say: "But what he – or – or she – or they – what if – what if any of them –."

"Then they're lucky. Whether it's a he a she or a they, they'll be lucky. You know I've been jealous of your sense of smell for years. Give me a break, we studied this, remember? You're a bitten wolf, passing on the full-gene is not possible unless you bond with either another bitten or a born wolf." To this I sigh and say:
"I – I know." Yet this does not stop me from pacing and while Pads rolls his eyes at seeing me do this, do I then snap: "Where is Prongs anyway?" To this a smirk that is so devilish it would make even Voldemort look like a naughty little kid grows on the man's face and I groan as I say: "Never mind, forget I asked."
And the man laughs, his desire for his mate clear in the undertone of his voice as he says: "Hey, can I help it that my mate and your wife got pregnant on almost the same date? Or that being pregnant makes Jamie hornier than you when you go in heat?" And again I snap: "SHUT UP, PADS!" Before I continue my pacing.

Flashback ends

My eyes are wide and my lungs seem not to be able to capture enough oxygen out of the air as I suck it all in with a gasp of shock and while I now see several worried faces in front of me, the Elemental twins, Jeremy and Jeffrey looking at me more than any other of the adults, do I feel my natural wards reset themselves.
This feeling, this sense of my natural self restoring itself makes the wolf that has been highly up on the surface since the arrival of the Teens calm with a satisfied growl and while hoping that I didn't do anything while stuck in my flashback that would give away my secret, do I feel my eyes remaining wide as I remember it fully.
"I'm – I'm – I'm a – a father and – and I – I don't even know if I have one or more kids. They're – they're not werewolves, but – but still – I – I forgot about them. Someone stole my child or children and then made me forget I even had him, her or them." And for the first time ever does something incredible happen.

The wolf within me becomes more furious and feral than it does every year at around the October, November months, its hackles raised over its entire back and its fangs bare for the whole world to see. Yet it is not the anger that the creature feels, or the need for revenge. It's the fact that, for the first time ever, I agree with Moony.
"Whoever is behind this, they will pay. They will be begging Voldemort to kill them by the time I am done with them. They may think they can escape if I capture them, but they will be wrong. I will hunt them and I will make them return me what is mine. My pack. My family – my cubs." And with that do I feel like howling in promise.

Sirius' POV

The sight of that stag had, unknowns to anyone, hurt me just by looking at it and while the others shouted in pain when its sound waves had hit them, had they actually almost brought me to tears as the waves felt warm, loving and as if I was in the arms of Jamie whenever I felt I needed his familiar comfort and care.
Yet what I didn't expect was for the creature and its magic to reach so deep inside of me I feel as if he is pulling a string out of my heart, yet when the creature pulls it back to the surface am I too shocked by how good it feels to have this something back as part of me to realize I am seeing a flashback, until I get sucked into it.

Flashback

It's been a good three hours and several tugs at the bond I share with my beloved mate, our hearts making me feel his emotions and our minds making sure I know that I will be sleeping in the dog-house out in the farthest part of the backyard for at least the next five years – yet all that was totally worth it now.

The little tuft of hair, the pale, charismatic looking tan, the upturned nose and high cheekbones, the way those soft brown eyes with a silver shine to them look up at me, a pair of plump lips that he got from his mother slightly open in a wondering oh shape that makes his look more adorable than his mother when he pouts.
My little boy looks like the angel his mother looked when he first bonded to me, yet his innocence is a treasure that brings tears to my eyes as the war and the terrors that Voldemort has been causing us have often made me wonder whether or not I would even get the chance to hold my child once he or she came to this plane.

"And now he's here." I whisper and my mate, who lies in the large, four-poster canopy, the warm brown and opal tones making for a very calming atmosphere for my mate to give birth in, even if the atmosphere was not enough for my mate to curse me all the way to Pluto, 3 times around it and back while birthing my son, nods at me.
"He – he – he's so – so – so innocent." I whisper, overwhelmed not just with how happy I am for his arrival, but also with the relief I feel over the fact that, regardless of everything we have gone through, Prongs still managed to carry him to term, which had been something he had really worried about for a few months time.
"I know, I – I can't believe I carried something so sweet and small within me all these months. He made me look so much bigger." Prongs then mutters and this makes me smile, my arms around my son as I move to lean against him above the blanket he is lying under and after kissing him atop his forehead, do I whisper:
"You may think you looked big, but you were carrying our child and that makes you as beautiful as ever." Prongs giggles at this, making our little one tilt his head to the sound of his voice, yet when Prongs sees his face getting scrunched, does he take my son from me and open his shirt, allowing his son to feed.

This makes tears appear in my eyes as I remember how Prongs had been worrying in the first few months that he was still too young to be pregnant and whether or not his body had grown enough to produce the milk necessary for our child to survive, yet thanks to some loyal House-Elves had we managed to collect several healers.
All of them had been sworn to secrecy by Dumbledore himself, the man having been the one to give us these rooms in Hogwarts to make sure Prongs would have a safe delivery with Madam Pomfrey on Stand-by when time and while I watch my mate and son bond, do I whisper at him: "And you were so worried." Making him glare at me.

Flashback ends

The things I see in this flashback shock me enough that, had I not been grasping the table in front of me in sheer shock over the sudden sensation, I would have fell back and hit the back of my head on the hard stone floor of the Great Hall, yet the shock of all that I witnessed leaves me dazed and even a little unsteady while seated.
"Jamie? Prongs? He – he and I – bonded? Then – then how am I – how am I still alive?" This thought, while severely hurting, brings me out of my shocked stupor and I look around, the wide eyes of all the other adults making me understand what happened; the Patronus weakened the Mind spell and helped us see the truth.
"But – but the truth means – means that I have a son. That – that one of these kids – is mine." And while this thought makes me want to search the entire Great Hall for someone who looks even remotely like the child I saw in my flashback – do my eyes get drawn to one person; the caster of the Patronus spell.

Rosie's POV

The Patronus in front of us all is a magnificent sight to gaze upon and the fact that one of the few boys I loved babysitting more than any of the others – not that anyone in the Gang actually knows this – casted this incredible spell makes me feel the same great amounts of pride as I always do regarding each of them.
Yet, because I am so busy smiling in pride at the boy, that I don't really notice that something has happened with his spell until I see him looking at his wand, having moved the wand so that it is now aimed for the ceiling and looking at it as if something very unexpected happened to it – and something unexpected does happen.
Sound waves penetrate the entire hall, the feeling of them warm, yet that power amazingly infiltrating and reaching so deeply into me that even the spells I cast upon myself for my own protection many years ago aren't enough to stop the assault, making me scream in pain and reach for my temples with both my hands.
My screams are joined by those of all the teachers and all the other adults present, even the Aurors are now wandless as they had wanted to reach for their wands when the first scream sounded and while I wonder what could have happened that changed my sweetie's Patronus like this, do I feel a memory reach the surface of my mind.

Flashback

The war is going full-blow. Every day Muggles, Magicals and Magical Creatures are falling at the hands of both sides, especially now that that idiot Crouch has actually made the Unforgiveables legal to be used by his Aurors, spies for Voldemort using this new law to take out the competition before any battle can even commence.
Yet, even while all across the nation Werewolves are dying of silver, Vampires are being eradicated from cities and towns with stakes, Muggles are dying of Dementors that they can't even see and Muggleborns are screaming for mercy at the torturous hands of the Death Eaters, do I not have to care for this right now.

As currently, I am within an amazing room stationed at a location that I don't even know the whereabouts from, the room itself filled with hundreds of witches and wizards who have been screened by Goblins and who have undergone several Secrecy and Silencing oaths by Dumbledore before they were allowed to come.
Each of them are mingling with each other, yet while the war has been lasting for a good decade now, do none of them discuss who they lost or how, but do they all keep the conversations light and the atmosphere that of one which you usually find at a Family Christmas Dinner or the Welcoming Feast at Hogwarts.
Many of them are laughing, all of them are talking and some are even dancing with either their spouses or people they have brotherly or sisterly bonds with, though some of them are also doing it in the hopes to create unions between their own House and that of the person they are dancing with, only some of them successful.

I sigh as I see all this and then turn my focus to those who thought of this entire gathering; the people who worked the last three months to get this done; the people who have organized everything bar who would and who would not be invited as they decided to leave that to Albus; the friends that are like my very own family.
Of course all of them are seated close with or on the laps of their partners and the bonds that they have are plain obvious for all in the room to see, yet while many here already know about these bonds are there still a few shocked looks send their way here and there as the openness they show with their bond is new to those spare few.
Yet it is nothing new to me and while holding onto a small glass of apple-cider, do I move between the chattering, laughing and dancing crowd, thanking my own late mother for blessing me with her lithe figure as it allows me to flow along with the music and the dancers and still reach my destination without taking a detour.

"You all are just so incredible." I then say and all of them smile at me, Forktongue's smile one of deep love, just like Lupa's is as she and I grew ever so close thanks to the friendship she made with Tongue and that only grew stronger and stronger as her years at school progressed and then Padfoot laughs and jokes with me as he says:
"Don't worry, Thorntouch, you'll get your partner and your sweet little crib of innocent little angels soon enough." To which I laugh and say: "Not on your life, Pads, but while we are on the topic." And to their shock, do I shout at the top of my lungs: "I CALL FIRST RIGHT DIPS TO BABYSIT ALL OF YOUR BABIES!"
And while all the laughter, all the chatter and even the music dims down behind me, do I do the only thing I can that I hope will break the tension. I send Prongs such a hard and significant look that the man bursts out laughing before he shouts: "NO FAIR, calling dips is my thing." And everyone laughs along with him.
Then the chance I have been waiting for presents itself as soft sounds of discomfort can be heard from one of the side rooms of the large ballroom that we are in and before any of them can stand up, have I rushed for the door, opening it and lovingly looking down on nine babies, 2 of them two years old, 1 of them one and 6 of them newborn.

Flashback ends

This sight, this incredible sight of all those innocent toddlers is what my flashback ends with, yet it is more the sight of all those couples and all those people that were apparently on our side during the war that I focus on as I had always believed that so many of them had been either tortured and murdered or just murdered during the war.
This makes me wonder who of these people actually stayed behind in this top-secret location and while I sincerely hope that I will soon find a way to learn of its actual location, do I then focus on the couples that I saw. My heart thumps in my chest as I remember them, my eyes wide and my body tense as I can't help but think:
"Frank and Alice. They – they are practically the – the only ones that I remember did indeed get together. But – but why did the person – whoever he is – that charmed us to forget of all these bonds not also make us think that they were bonded to others? And – and Neville – does he – does he know he – that he has a – a sister?"

Albus' POV

The Patronus cast by my grandson proves yet again what an incredible individual he is and the fact that he can cast it flawlessly right on his first attempt while having experiences a severe case of fear only minutes before casting it makes me as proud of him as I have felt when he first entered the halls of this fine school.
Yet thanks to me being Headmaster, do I actually sense some kind of familiar magic taking hold of the Stag Patronus, the power being that of Headmaster Cornell ad while I wonder why such an ancient man would use his connection to Hogwarts' ancient connection to its students now, do I then hear something else.

The voice of said Headmaster cursing in my inner mind s my position also allows me contact with them as long as I keep my position strong and while the way that he curses shocks me, do I then hear him mutter: "Fine, if I can't break it, I'll just have to weaken it."
And before I can wonder what he means, do I get assaulted. Powerful waves of light and magic assault me and all of the staff, every adult present screaming and those that aren't too shocked by the pain even reaching for their foreheads, yet it is the way their eyes glaze over that makes me realize what it is my very first predecessor did; he weakened the Mental Binding Spell.
Then I feel its effects reaching me as well and while part of me hopes to get more clearance on the memory that is still so very vague to me that I can only recognize shadowy images with only Severus being the truly clear person, does it seem as if the Patronus and its new caster have other plans for me as I suddenly remember.

Flashback starts

I am seated in one of the comfiest chairs I have ever had the pleasure to sit down upon, Minerva seated opposite of me and both of us cheering for a new year that has passed and how we have now entered the eighties of our century. "Only 20 more years to a new Millennium. Must be less excited for you as it is for me, aye old friend?"
Minerva then jokes with me and I can't help but chuckle as I say: "Perhaps, but I definitely have a lot to look forward to, both this century and next." The woman nods and then says: "I still can't believe that all of them asked you to preside over their weddings and bonding ceremonies." To which I sigh and retort:

"Quite frankly, my dear, seeing how powerful, sometimes threatening some of them can be, do I feel blessed, grateful and at the same time disbelieving that they all actually managed to survive this war long enough to even get married. And most of them have kids and some of them have kids on the way. It's just a miracle."
To which the woman in front of me smiles, her brown eyes warm and loving as she raises her glass and says: "You called it a miracle when those ten came to Hogwarts with only two years between Terror and Prongs and now you're calling it a miracle that they're still alive. They are living miracles, Albus, just accept that."
This makes me smile, part of me desperately grasping onto her words as Voldemort is becoming stronger and stronger, to the point that he even scares me and I tap my glass against hers as I softly say: "Then let us toast to the miracles that will be their kids and the miracles their kids will bring to Hogwarts in some years time."
The woman nods, her eyes proving me that she is planning to live up to those words and while part of me thinks: "If all of us live long enough to see those miracles, that is." Yet the fact that I have my closest friend with me and that we just made this toast on New Year's Eve strengthens my resolve to see my family through this war.

Flashback ends

I shake my head, not feeling any wiser from what I just saw, yet knowing that in time all will be clear and I think: "So there are ten people who are very special to me. One of them must be James, it just has to be." But then, as I rethink my thoughts, do my eyes widen as I think: "Severus became friends with nine people."
And while I wonder who Terror could be, do I remember that this person is someone who was in Seventh when James was in Fifth and while I hope that I can figure out more if I speak to some of the others who were affected, do I rise from my seat, my heart relieved when I see that the Patronus has vanished and all are healed.

All the adults still look slightly dazed and heavily shocked, Remus, Severus, Sirius and Mss. Rosie the most out of everyone and while part of me wonders if Minerva and I perhaps had the same vision, do I say: "I know many of you are confused as to what just happened, yet the events are not at the fault of my grandson.
Headmaster Cornell used his ancient Hogwarts connection to that of Harry as a Hogwarts student to take control of his Patronus in the hopes of breaking this terrible Mental Blocking Spell. Yet he was unable to do so and so decided to just weaken it enough that each of us actually got a forgotten memory returned to us.
I know we have only read one chapter since the last break, yet I believe it prudent that those that have the strongest connection to this spell, namely Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Mss. Rosie, Mr. Black and I myself, to discuss whatever it is we witnessed and find further clues to this mystery.

Rest assured that, before we restart reading tomorrow morning, we will share our findings with all of you. Until then you can consider this a free time for you to do as you please. Dinner will still be served here and lessons will resume once all mysteries have been uncovered. That will be all." And with that I leave the Great Hall.
The three teachers I mentioned plus the other two adults and the four Aurors appointed to guard him all follow me and while the last four take a standing position in a square formation in my circular office, do I then take a deep breath, the memory still very strong in my mind and I ask: "So tell me, what did you see?"

Harry's POV

It's been a good three hours since grandpa explained what one of his predecessors did to my Patronus and I feel very grateful as, during the process that they were all lost in memory many of the younger students were looking at me fearfully, yet none of them are doing so anymore as I am now lying outside on the Grounds.
After grandpa dismissed us all, did Neville invite me and Oliver for a walk outside and after a while did he ditch us, saying he wanted to see Professor Sprout as he had spotted her going to one of the Green Houses. Neither Oliver or I had complained and we had taken a spot near a large willow that stands next to the Black Lake.

Both Oliver and I are sure that, if the girls of the team found us like this, they would have words for us, but neither of us really care and when we discussed this, did I say: "Aren't we just doing simple teenage couple stuff? We're not going overboard here, are we?" And Oliver had happily agreed with me on that.
And it's the truth too as we're just seated together, Oliver leaning his upper back against the willow and me lying my head near his kneecaps as I am gazing through the canopy at the beautiful blue sky above me, the air itself covered with only a few clouds that pass by from time to time, but that are not thick enough to foretell rain coming.
"It is getting colder." Oliver then mentions and I nod as neither of us had thought we'd be staying here this long and had therefore forgone our jackets, cloaks or robes. Yet even with the chilly breeze that is now rustling through the grass and across the plains of the Hogwarts grounds, do I just not feel the need to get up or fetch them.
And neither does Oliver seem willing to as he just pulls his wand from his pocket and says: "Accio blanket." Making a thick looking blanket shoot out of one of the second floor windows, me smiling and moving so that I am now leaning against Oliver's side before we both cuddle up under the warm, thick cloth.

"You think those six will discover anything that can help us?" Oliver then asks, finally addressing the issue that has been buzzing around the entire school since we took our second break and I shrug as I say: "Sirius obviously already knows who caused all of this, he's just not saying because of the upcoming chapter.
I just wonder if the spell having been weakened around them gave them any prominent memories back." Oliver nods and says: "Professor Dumbledore sure seemed to have gotten one of them back. When he spoke of that strange event where Professor Snape gained friends, but had believed he had lost them, remember?"
I nod and mutter: "Don't ask me why, but I think my parents have something to do with that." Oliver looks at me and I say: "It's just – so far, grandpa and Sirius have been the two most prominent people that were obviously affected the worst by this spell and Sirius knew my dad whereas grandpa knew them both.
I just can't help but believe that, in regards to both the true memory and the false one, my parents have something to do with it." The elder teen nods and then the Gang comes over, their faces showing smiles even if I can tell that something big is on their mind and instantly I ask: "Team Meeting?" To which they nod.

I nod back and then give the blanket to Oliver, the boy looking confused before Jeremy summons a new set of stone blocks a few miles away and when I move away, does Oliver ask: "Harry?" But I smile and say: "Sorry, this is private. I'll be back in a few. The guys seem worried over something and it seems big."
My boyfriend nods, his face worried and I move over to my own seat, Jeffrey again causing for a large wind to blow around all of us to make sure that Oliver can't hear what we're about to discuss. Jeremy then stands up and says: "This meeting, which is a continuation of the last, has been opened. Wind brother Jeffrey has the floor."

This makes me look at the youngest of our group, who is now one year older than me thanks to the Time Magic and he says: "As most of you know was I able to spiritually inhabit another person last night while sleeping. This did not go by my own free will, yet we have already established that this is another effect of the Time Sand."
The others nod while I feel shocked that the Time Sand is working so hard to change the terrible future that my friends and surrogate family came from and Jeffrey says: "As Stone Brother Jeremy asked of me have I memorized everything I could of the people I saw while in the vision as well as how the person I inhabited felt.
I am confident in my statement that the words of Floral Sister Rosaline are correct. The messy hair, a pair of glasses, a lanky frame and wobbly knees. I have zero doubt that the person I inhabited, who felt remembered when we read of the Hogsmeade chapter yesterday – was James Potter, Shadow Brother Harry's father."

This makes the wind leave me in pure shock my eyes wide and then Rosaline says: "This is why we all wished for Shadow Brother Harry to join us. Wind Brother Jeffrey. You stated that you sensed the presence of two males and a female. Have you memorized any particular features about any of these other individuals?"
Yet Jeremy shakes his head and says: "I was only able to discern that the female had red hair. The males were, sadly enough, standing behind my host, so I was unable to see them. However, I will admit that, after studying their voices and how they talked as if they were one, they reminded me of Fred and George Weasley."
The group nods, while the fact that Jeffrey saw a woman with red hair while being in the body of someone he believes to be my father is just too astounding for me to really comprehend and while I am looking around at my brothers and sisters of the Gang, do I suddenly get an epiphany and shout: "His LOCATION!"

The others look at me shocked and when Jeremy says: "Shadow Brother Harry has the floor." Do I continue: "I mean the location Sirius was arrested in. Ron already discovered that Sirius was after Pettigrew when he escaped and we already established that Sirius got arrested in the street where Pettigrew used to live."
So the whole tale of Pettigrew going out to hunt for Sirius, sure that may be true, but it's obvious that, while they first met in this Sicamore street or something, was it obvious that Pettigrew then tried to ditch Sirius to do something at home. Only he failed, so he framed Sirius, wiped his memory and then escaped to have Sirius arrested."
This makes all of my Elemental Brothers and Sisters look at each other, their eyes wide while my heart is racing a mile a minute in my chest and then Rosaline squeaks, making Jeremy give her the floor before she says: "Shadow Brother Harry, if your words are true – then – then that can only mean that – well, that –."
And just by the tentative way that she tries to bring this new bit of news that she herself discovered about combined with all I just realized makes my heartbeat stop racing and makes my very body slack in amazed disbelief as I whisper: "That Peter Pettigrew has my parents alive – and captured in his own home." Shocking the others.

That evening
Rosie's POV

The whole afternoon did Sirius, the Aurors, Minerva, Remus, Severus and I myself discuss all that we saw, me describing the infants I saw, Severus shocking us when he said that he remembered Sirius and James being together and Lily and Remus being together and us getting even more shocked when both Remus and Sirius confirmed this.
"Yes, I remember Lily giving birth to a pair of twins. I don't know who they are, but when I woke from my memory, did Moony and I finally agree on one thing. The culprit behind Sirius' arrest is behind this and once he gets revealed – he's werewolf bait. And no, I won't be waiting for the next full moon to get my revenge."
We had all been shocked at the ferocity of the werewolf, yet none of us had blamed him and while the only info we got out of Albus and Minerva was that there were many bonds that had kids and were bonded, did this only confirm what I remember, yet I feel pretty stupid as I just can't remember who Forktongue actually is.

That is, until Severus looks at me shocked and says that he is Forktongue as he remembers Lily calling him that in his own memory. He told us of it and said: "She wanted something out of me. I – I think she wanted me to give her away, but I – I can't be sure. All I know is that Albus is right, Lily and I never broke as friends."
To this we all nod and then Sirius says: "I remember my kid being born as well. I – I don't know who he is, but I know he is male and that he is mine. It's the whole reason my Veela was so affected, because James was the one carrying him. My son is out there and – in all honesty – I think that's what's hidden in Irma's file.
I think my son's actual birth certificate is in there." This had shocked us all and Albus had asked: "Do you have any reason to believe this?" Sirius had nodded and said: "I think Harry is mine. I mean, if James is mine, then Harry might be as well. Either that or he's Remus', but I disbelieve that, because of Moony."

And after Remus had confirmed this, stating that he birthed two kids not one and that none of the kids currently at Hogwarts look as if they could be Harry's hidden twin, had most of the Aurors agreed to be more lenient regarding the bond between Harry and Sirius and had Johnson's superior agreed to invite Fudge for the next day's readings.
After this we had all parted, the Aurors agreeing they would just split and guard the hallways near Sirius' rooms and the Gryffindor Portrait, Sirius teasing them in a non-threatening manner as he said: "Watch out for pet rats." Before he and Lupin had left for the man's rooms, the man's serious tone proving he wasn't fully joking.

By now dinner has passed, the students have their crazy theories over what we could have remembered and the Gang has informed me of what they discussed during their actual secondary meeting with Harry involved; the news that Lily, James and two others might still be alive and captive shocking me senseless as I lie down in bed.
"Could this be true? Could Lily and James have survived Halloween just like Harry? Did something other than Lily's sacrifice save them all that night?" Goes through my mind as I lie on my back, my arms over my blanket and my face aimed for the bunkbed above me where Edena is softly breathing in and out in her sleep.

Yet as confusing and shocking as these thoughts are, are they not enough to keep the fatigue that comes with all the shocks we got today out of my system and slowly but surely, as I continue thinking of ways that the three Potters – or the two Potters and the Lupin – could have survived that night, does sleep overcome me.
Yet dreams are not what I get in return for my drowsiness as instead of that, I feel myself merging with someone else, someone who has longer hair than I do and who, like me, is in bed, but then in a large canopy four poster bed, the whole thing looking like it's made out of plastic or cheap wood instead of oak.
Yet my host seems used to this and to the cheap fabric that is the blanket she is lying under, her arms above the blanket as she is half seated against the headboard and is reading a book, when suddenly a male voice asks: "You still awake, Lupa?" Making a loving smile grow on the face of my host as she softly says:

"This is hardly a time for me to be asleep, as you well know, Prongs." And this alone shocks me as it confirms what the Gang thinks. "Jeffrey's host really was Harry's father – I mean, his mother. Then – then that – then that means that I'm currently in Lily Lupin's body, the body of the woman who gave Remus twin kids."
Yet then something happens that I didn't expect as James Potter, messy haired, brown eyed, laky frame and wobbly knees, moves to lean over Lily's legs and asks: "Lils, since when do you have brownish black eyes?" And instantly my mind, body, soul and magic seem to be one and before anything happens, do I shout:
"We know! You will be saved soon! I promise!" And with those words do I gasp in shock, my body once more my own and not that of the woman who birthed twins so many years ago and my whole form trembling over magical power and emotional shock as I think: "I have to get there! Once the book is finished I will find them!"


Holy Merlin on an Owlpost!
That went even better than I expected! I know it's a little strange to have one chapter and then suddenly another break, but I am both trying to make sure that this doesn't become just a CR-chapter story and I've been planning on this vision for the longest time. Plus those adults needed time to get over their shocks.
Now next chapter will be the one before the big finale and I do promise you one thing; once the chapters about the Shrieking Shack event have been read – or maybe I will wait until the entire book has been read, seeing the Dementor chapter – will I let Jeffrey fully realize where the prisoners are kept hidden.
That is all,

Venquine1990