Chapter Summary (BTW, This chapter comes in 2 parts…): Remus and Sirius return back to the present and think they've found a better life…BUT…

Upon returning back to the present, Sirius and Remus quickly went outside the Hogwarts grounds and Apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The first thing they recognized was that everything looked exactly the same, except the bookcase that Remus had tipped over was back where it was before, and the book was exactly where it had been before Sirius discovered the Time Turner. But, there were no signs of the Order of the Phoenix. No signs that absolutely anything had changed whatsoever. Sirius and Remus were speechless.

"Well, that's that," Remus said with defeat in his voice.

"You think Wormtail made up with James?" asked Sirius.

"I don't see any evidence that would suggest otherwise," Remus said back. Sirius pounded his fist on the top of the bookshelf in anger. He had been so hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he would have had his chance with Bastet and a family. That James and Lily would still be around to raise Harry on their own instead of in the hands of that god-awful Muggle family.

"Damn!" Sirius cursed under his breath. Remus put a comforting arm around him.

"We tried. It was just a notion after all, wasn't it?" Remus said. Sirius pulled away from Remus and looked out the window.

"I just hoped is all," said Sirius. "Maybe if we went back to seventh year and tried it—"

"—Like hell, Sirius. You know how complicated going back in time twice to the same period is…not only will we have to avoid everyone, but we'd have to avoid our OTHER selves trying to change what was already changed! Then it really shouldn't have been changed at all!"

"Remus, I think I need a lie-down," Sirius said.

"Tired from the trip, eh?" Remus asked.

"No, I can't understand a WORD you're saying to me," Sirius groaned. Remus nodded.

"I'll make us some tea," said Remus. "I'm not really in the mood for going home so soon after the trip. Mind if I stay the night in Regulus' old room?"

"Guess not," Sirius said, wandering dazed back into his own room.

But…it wasn't his room. It couldn't have been. All the posters, the bed, everything was stripped bare. All the mementos Sirius had left scattered on the floor were gone. It was like a hotel room after someone had checked out. Sirius had to look twice. Had…had something changed after all?

A tap on the window interrupted Sirius' thoughts. It was a small brown owl with a missive in it's claws tapping on the window. But…how? Sirius opened the window and let the owl in. He took the letter from it's talons and opened it. The handwriting was completely unfamiliar. Sirius began reading the letter, and with every word read, his heart beat a little faster:

Father,

Where are you and why aren't you back yet? I sent Puck with this and asked him to find you and bring you back with him. I miss you. No offense to my godparents, but they insist on treating me like a fugitive like their own son, despite me always reminding them that I am NOT on the run from ANYONE! And that's when they usually send me to the cot without supper. Morgause doesn't fair much better. She's only 11, she needs some air! Please come and take me and Morgause away from this hell. The Potters are nice people, but neither of them are my father.

—Vivienne—

It took only a second for Sirius to realize who Vivienne or Morgause were. When he did put two and two together, he let out a happy yell. There was a crash downstairs, and Remus came bounding into the room seconds later.

"What the devil…?" Remus began. But Sirius excitedly shoved the letter into Remus' hands. As Remus read, a smile spread widely over his face. "I'll be damned…" he muttered. "Sirius, you're a father!"

"Twice! Twice a father!!" Sirius laughed. Remus and Sirius hugged joyfully, as if it were the night the author of the letter was born. "And—"

"—They're staying with The Potters!" Remus said with a significant joy in his voice. "Where are they?"

Sirius red the note again. "No clue, but this owl can take us to them," Sirius turned to the owl, who was pecking at the one thing in the barren room, a broomstick. "We'd have to ride double, but…"

"…Sirius? Why does Vivienne talk about herself and Morgause NOT being on the run?"

"Damned if I know! She's probably a teenager! Teenagers talk like that ALL the time!" Sirius said, laughing. He then went to the corner to pick up the broom. "Come, Remus! Let's go!"

Puck began hooting like crazy to bid Remus and Sirius to follow him. Once both men got onto the broom, Sirius in front steering, Puck shot himself out the window, and Sirius did the same.

The little brown owl led them miles and miles out into the country, over countless hills and such. The trip took nearly an hour on broomstick. When the owl finally swerved into the window of a house, they were in a small little hamlet with no more than six or seven houses and 2 public buildings, all designed like old cottages.

"Godric's Hollow," diagnosed Remus. "Why are we at Godric's Hollow?"

Sirius shrugged and tossed the broom aside. He had landed himself and Remus about 50 feet from the house. Outside the house was a girl about 13 years old from the looks of her. She wore her dark brown (nearly black) hair down over her eyes, and her clothes were clearly secondhand Muggle clothes. But, her eyes and her hair no doubt made her Vivienne (or Morgause?). Her face was very mature and attractive for a 13 year old-or-so girl. She looked up, and as she saw Sirius approaching, she shot to her feet and ran to her father.

"Daddy! You're back! You got Puck!" cried the girl.

"Vivienne…?" Sirius said, trying hard not to make it sound like a question. The girl didn't object, so Sirius assumed this was Vivienne. She smiled. Her smile, pretty much everything about her appearance was her father's.

"Daddy, can we just take Morgause and go home?" begged Vivienne. "I keep telling Uncle James that just because Harry has to stay cooped up twenty four hours a day doesn't mean I have to! I'm not even supposed to be out HERE!" said Vivienne, the tone in her voice made it seem like she was proud to rebel against authority. Remus noted this and whispered in Sirius' ear.

"Yep, she's yours," he muttered. "She's a spitting image of you, and she loves bending the rules!"

"Where's Morgause and Uncle James?" asked Sirius. Vivienne pointed to the cottage.

"Where do you think? In THAT prison! When will school start again, Dad?" asked Vivienne.

"Um…soon enough, I suppose," said Sirius.

"Because Morgause goes in the fall too! I hope she won't be with me in Gryffindor. That would grow annoying fast!" Vivienne said. Sirius laughed. Truly her father's daughter.

Remus, Sirius, and Vivienne quickly walked into the cottage. Vivienne dashed up a small set of stairs. She called with her loud, gruff voice, "MORGAUSE! HARRY! UNCLE JAMES! AUNT LILY!! DADDY'S BACK! AND THEY HAVE UNCLE REMUS WITH THEM!!" she cried. She then turned back to Remus and Sirius. "I'll grab my bags!"

"Vivienne Andromeda! Shush! Uncle James is still napping!" cried a motherly female voice Sirius recognized all too well.

As soon as Vivienne went upstairs, a smaller girl came tumbling down the stairs at the speed of light. She looked almost nothing like her sister. This girl had light strawberry blonde hair that fell thin and straight, rather than Vivienne's thick curls. She had softer eyes and a plumper frame too.

"Morgause, Daddy's back!"

The girl smiled. "Yay!" she said, leaping right up into Sirius' arms. "Uncle Remus, how are you?"

"Quite well, Morgause, quite well," said Remus with a grin. Sirius never looked younger or happier.

Vivienne came tripping down the stairs with a very recognizable Harry Potter behind her. "See, I TOLD you sending Puck would work! You and your stupid boy ideas!" she spat. Harry looked somewhat different to Sirius. His hair was very long and shaggy, almost longer than Sirius' hair. He didn't have the scar on his forehead, and his body was a little more well-fed looking. He held a magic book in his hand.

"Oh, do pipe down, Vivienne. As soon as you leave, all of Godric's Hollow will be quieter!"

"I take after my father!" Vivienne beamed. Sirius grinned and set Morgause on the ground.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that, Harry?" asked Sirius. Harry smiled and went to hug his godfather. Harry's hug seemed a bit…colder, maybe a bit less passionate than what Sirius remembered. And why should it have been otherwise? Harry had his parents now!

More footsteps on the stairs brought Lily into view, and soon she was followed by James in a bathrobe. If Sirius didn't know any better, he would've asked those two old folks where James and Lily Potter were. These people certainly couldn't be the young, happy, vivcious people Sirius knew in his youth? Remus couldn't believe it either.

Lily looked nothing like she did at the Yule Ball. Her red hair, while still bushy, was streaked with premature gray. Her one gorgeous green eyes were now shallow shades of a mossy green. She was worn, tired, and not nearly as vivacious as she was before. James, on the same end, was entirely gray-haired (again, prematurely). He had a pronounced 5-o-clock shadow and his 'manly' figure was nothing more than a stick of his former self. These people looked like they should've been 50. They made Remus look like a college freshman!

"Padfoot, you weren't supposed to be back for a week and a half!" James said. His voice was one thing that hadn't changed.

Remus went into the kitchen with Lily and James, while Sirius stayed out in the living room to talk with his daughters and godson. Remus knew he had to be careful, because he was supposed to know everything that he really didn't.

"Well, what a gorgeous day, huh?" Remus said looking out the window. Lily nodded.

"It's lovely," she answered.

"A wonderful son, a nice house in a small town, and friends like Padfoot and I, what more could you want in this glorious life?" Remus praised. Just living this life for 15 minutes made him feel world younger.

James groaned. "How about our freedom?"

"Huh?" Remus was caught off guard.

James gave Remus a freakishly depressing look. "This life is possibly the worst life I could imagine, second only to registered Muggle-borns, of course."

"What?" Remus suddenly thought of something. Where…where was Bastet? She was a Muggle-born, wasn't she?

Lily nodded. "It's actually days like this my heart goes out to all of them."

"Wait…I'm a little sick and can't recall…what are you talking about?" asked Remus. James raised an eyebrow. "I took too much medicine," was Remus' reply to the look.

James gave Remus another weird look and leaned on the table. "Well, ever since Lord Voldemort took over the Wizarding world, every registered Muggle born has been locked away in Azkaban for life on the charge of being a traitor. Why do you think Vivienne and Morgause are here instead of with Bastet?"