Through out the course of that night, Rogue went through the process of explaining mutants and everything that had happened to them and herself in recent years. Many of the wizards were fascinated that humans could perform such feats without the use of magic or wands of any kind.
When she wasn't explaining mutants and her powers, Rogue busied herself with conversing with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, or the Golden Trio as she had come to call them. The Golden Trio were all in their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They told Rogue their many stories of sneaking around the castle and quiditch, a fascinating game that involves witches and wizards on brooms and several different kinds of balls.
Rogue gathered a lot about the trio through out their conversation. Hermione was a know-it-all, that much was apparent in simply observing her interactions with Harry and Ron, but she wasn't in the same category as Jean, she only tried to use her intelligence to help her friends and keep them out of trouble. She was a muggle-born witch, that in itself separated her from most of the others, but she was also very much her own individual, doing as she wanted and not paying attention to the opinions of some of the people around her.
Ron, on the other hand, was more of an average joe, and somewhat of a comedian. Rogue found him extremely amusing, especially when he would try to tell some story about himself to impress her, only to have either Harry or Hermione rain on his parade by concluding the story. He also seemed to genuinely care about his friends, and she could really see some deeper more intimate kind of relationship developing between him and Hermione, considering the amount of quarreling they do. Rogue also noticed a slight envy in Ron for Harry's fame and success, although despite that, it would never come between the two of them.
Harry, on the other hand, greatly interested Rogue. She was aware that before he was even a year old, he was famous for something he was not even aware he did, yet she saw no signs of such fame in his personality, most likely brought about by his upbringing with his muggle aunt and uncle, who she had heard were not very pleasant at all. Another thing Rogue noticed about him, was that even though with all that he has been through, with the death of his parents, and a close friend and then his four run ins with Voldemort, he still seems like a normal kid.
They continued to converse with each other, sometimes about the wizarding world, and sometimes about life for mutants, but for the most part, the conversation was very light hearted, until Rogue accidentally ventured into more serious matters.
"So, I heard about your successes in the Triwizard Tournament." Rogue stated, wholeheartedly interested in finding out more of what this tournament was like. Instead of more cheerful banter, the three suddenly went silent, then Rogue recognized her error; Voldemort had been resurrected and one of Harry's friends murdered at the climax of the tournament.
"Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot. Please you don't have to say anything, I was fool…"
Harry cut her off, "No, its fine Rogue."
But Harry said no more, Hermione glanced over at Harry and then at Rogue, and she must have noticed how Rogue shifted uncomfortably and would not raise her eyes and figured she should say something to break the awkward silence that had descended upon them.
"It's alright Rogue, its just the wounds left over from last year…well, they haven't quite had time to heal completely. We have spent an entire summer trying to ignore the events that are going on around us, and I think it might have started to work. We should thank you for bringing us back to reality."
Rogue glanced up at Hermione, and then at Harry, who looked her directly in the eyes and nodded. Rogue continued to hold Harry's gaze, she looked deep into his brown eyes and she could see all of the hardships he had faced etched perfectly within their depths.
As Rogue and Harry were gazing at each other, something seemed to click and suddenly, Rogue felt like she was being transported somewhere, she wasn't sure where, but she didn't feel like she was alone. Before she could try to look around, everything stopped.
Suddenly, she was back in her dream. She was standing beside the door of the room, the room which she knew contained her father and Harry's mother. She looked around, everything was so much clearer than it was before, and then she spotted something, or someone, lying on the floor just beside the door. She slowly approached the object, and kneeled at its side.
She gently rolled the object over, only to be met with the face of James Potter, her friend, and Harry's father. She jumped up from her kneeled position. She began to panic, she knew what was going to happen, but knew she could do nothing to stop it. She started to back away, only to have someone latch onto her hand.
Her eyes shot towards her hand, only to find another hand grasping onto hers and holding on tight. Her eyes followed the arm that was attached to the hand, only to end up face to face with Harry Potter himself. His eyes were just as full of fear as she was sure hers were. He squeezed her hand again and took a step forward.
"What is he doing?" Rogue thought to herself, still terrified by the whole situation. But she did not resist Harry as he pulled her through the door.
There, for the first time, Rogue was truly able to see the events that were going on in the room. Lily Potter was standing protectively in front of a crib, Harry's crib, as Voldemort approached her and spoke to her as he did so. The same dialogue from her dream.
"Where is the girl?" asked a cold voice in a snakelike hiss. Rogue could not see his face, for his back was turned to her, and she was not entirely sure she even wanted to see his face. Lily remained steadfast in her position, never moving from in front of Harry's crib.
"She's gone, as far away from here as we could get her. Did you honestly think Sirius would let you have her? She is his…" Lily's panicked voice was swiftly cut off.
"What?!" demanded the cold voice, now rising in its intensity with rage, the voice let out another frustrated hiss, "well then, if you insist upon keeping her from me, I will just have to dispose of the problem now. I had hoped I could grant you at least 17 years with your child, but you leave me no choice!"
Rogue looked over at Harry, he looked as though he was returning to a place where he has lived all his life, only to find that there have been many changes, making the once familiar terrain seem foreign. Harry must have felt Rogue's gaze upon him, for he turned his head and simply mouthed the words "what's going on?"
Rogue didn't have a chance to reply before Lily started shouting back at Voldemort.
"No! Please, leave him out of this, please. No! Tom! PLEASE!"
"NEVER CALL ME THAT!!! And don't you understand, Lily, he is THIS!"
And with that, there was a flash a blinding green light and sharp screams of pain and agony, multiple screams this time. Lily Potter's scream accompanied with the scream of her son and of her murderers daughter.
Before the scream had subsided, Rogue was back in reality, once again staring into Harry's eyes, which were now filled with confusion and pain. He had seen that before, he had heard his mother scream as she was murdered many times before, she could see it clearly written on his face. The only thought on Rogue's mind was how could he live with the burden of having to watch his mother die again and again?
Rogue didn't know what to say to him, so she averted her, trying to find anything else to look at but Harry.
The moment Rogue took her eyes off of Harry's, she noticed something was off, no one had moved, no one had even acknowledged that both herself and Harry had just screamed. Perhaps they hadn't, and those screams they heard were in each other's heads, but how had they heard each other scream? Was their mental connection truly that powerful? She would have to talk to him about this later.
"Now is not the time or place," Rogue thought to herself as she looked around at the others, who were still conversing happily with one another. She needed to get away from Harry for now, so she gave him a look that clearly said "we will talk about this later" before dismissing herself from the Golden Trio.
Rogue glanced around the room and finally spotted Sirius, who was talking rather animatedly to the plump red headed woman Rogue assumed was Mrs. Weasley, and quickly walked over to him.
She walked up behind her half brother, and it only took him a moment to realize she was there.
"Ah, there you are Rogue, I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Weasley, she is the mother of all the red headed monstrosities running about. Mrs. Weasley, this is my half sister Rogue."
Mrs. Weasley seemed taken aback by the knowledge that Sirius had a half sister that he had never mentioned, but she was quick to recover and almost immediately began asking chatting with Rogue.
"Oh, I never knew Sirius had another sister, much less a half sister, and such a pretty one too! I see no reason why he shouldn't have mentioned you earlier! For shame on your Sirius. But enough about that, why have I never met you before, dearie?"
Rogue was amazed at this woman lung capacity, because she never took a breath once in that entire thought, but thought she should answer the questions soon, before this woman started to think she was slow in the head.
"Ah hahve been in Americah since Ah was eh bahbe, Ah just recentleh found out Ah wuz related the Sirius."
"Oh really? That's fascinating, I have never been to America, I hear it wonderful. Now Sirius said you were his half sister? Were you living in America with your father? Might I have known your father by any chance?"
Rogue wasn't quite sure what to say to that, and was extremely thankful that Sirius chose that moment to step back into the conversation.
"Rogue's fathers is a subject of rather large importance and not something to be discussed in light hearted conversation." Mrs. Weasley looked as though she was about to protest, so Sirius continued, "we will discuss it during our meeting after the children have gone to bed."
At the mention of this "meeting," Mrs. Weasley finally seemed to understand that Rogue origin was indeed a matter of great importance, and did not press any further into the issues. Rogue gave her brother a thankful look which he returned with a nod of his head, before looking away from her and towards the rather large crowd that had gathered in their living room.
"I think everyone has had a rather long trip and deserves a nice meal, which thankfully, I have taken no part in preparing! Many thanks to Remus for that. Now come, lets go into the dining room for a bit of dinner."
And with that, the whole room began to empty, leaving Rogue alone for a moment. Rogue let out a relieved sigh to finally be out of that crowd of people which had made her constantly nervous about someone touching her, even though she was completely covered. But her moment of peace was cut short when Sirius stuck his head out of the dining room, calling Rogue in to join them.