Chapter Summary: Remus and Sirius make haste of trying to fix what they broke before, but it's a lot harder this time around than it was before…

The world came back, and before they could look at it, Remus and Sirius Apparated back to Hogwarts. Sirius had a very good hand at the Time-Turner, as they had arrived on the Hogwarts grounds the night of Yule Ball.

"Talk about convenient," Remus noted wittingly. Sirius said nothing. They'd again Apparated to outside the grounds, so they began running in towards the building. They had to be careful to conceal themselves from the Beauxbatons girls entering the castle now. For a moment, Remus and Sirius had to duck behind a wall and wait for the traffic of ball-goers fro Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to pass.

"We're probably in the ballroom already," Remus said. "By now we should just be hanging back and plotting how to—" He turned and looked at Sirius, who looked like a dog who'd been kicked by his master and sent to live outside. Remus decided not to talk so much. He knew half of Sirius didn't want to be here right now, but rather watching his children sleep before dozing off himself, a happily satisfied man. But, he couldn't be satisfied in that world. Not with so many innocent wizards and witches in jail for life, condemned to daily torture and starvation. That's what made Sirius take out the Turner.

Remus smiled and tapped his pocket. At least he had something that could help Sirius when they got back to the present. Sirius was too busy squinting and watching the crowd go by that he didn't notice Remus pulling out the photograph he'd taken of Vivienne, Morgause, Harry, James, and Lily. They were all smiling. Vivienne was giving Harry a noogie. Morgause was hugging Lily and smiling. James was standing behind them, trying without much luck to keep Harry and Vivienne apart.

If Sirius couldn't have his children, then at least he could have a memory of what could have been, and what was for one afternoon.

Sirius turned to Remus, and he quickly shoved the picture away. "The coast is clear," he said. He and Remus took off for the castle at full speed. It seemed like years passed before they managed to get into the building. Once inside the gate, they ducked behind a large statue of Helga Hufflepuff and caught their breath.

"We need to get to the Polyjuice Potion…" Remus began.

"No," Sirius quickly said. "We don't have time. Besides, Prongs is still up there with Wormtail, remember? We'll just have to be very careful about where we step. And remember, the Fat Lady thinks we're Squibs."

"Oh, right!" Remus nodded. Sirius sighed rather woefully and looked around.

"I think we can find a safe spot to watch the Yule Ball unfold," Sirius said. He got out from behind the statue and looked for a window or a door to watch, unnoticed, as the events unfolded before them. Sirius came back to Remus a second later. "There's a small window, and only one of us can fit in it."

"You go," Remus said. "I'll wait here and when you tell me, we can go up the stairs and wait for Wormtail."

Sirius nodded and went to the window. Inside, the ballroom was nearly full. Sirius saw himself and Remus in disguise staring at their younger counterparts from across the ballroom. He then looked closely at his group, laughing as Peter and James had just joined them. How could Bastet look even more lovely the third time he'd seen her looking the exact same way? Sirius felt the stone in his stomach lift off his abdomen and dissolve. Sure, he was losing her for good by doing this. But, as Bastet had told him herself, it would have been better to go with only happy times to recall, rather than slowly rotting away in a Death Eater prison. He had the feeling that one day, when he died years from now, she would be waiting on the other side of the veil with a big kiss just waiting for him. James and Lily would be waiting too, smiles across their faces, happier then they had been in life, knowing their son was a champion in defeating Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Sirius would love to even be the bearer of the news that Harry was a star Auror or even…a husband and father. The thought comforted Sirius as he watched.

Meanwhile, Remus stared at the photo of Vivienne and Morgause along with the others from behind Helga Hufflepuff. They had had such a good evening together while Sirius was off visiting his wife…

"Uncle Remus!" Morgause came running down the stairs. "I made a picture for you!"

Remus smiled and took the piece of paper from Morgause. It moved. Morgause must have had a talent for art if she could make her doodles move. Art could only move like photos if it was made with a certain emotion in mind. Hate, anger, love, happiness, any emotion, as long as it was full. This particular drawing had Morgause, Vivienne, Sirius, and Remus climbing on top of a huge hill and waving, a heart-shaped cloud floating high above them.

"My, my, Morgause, you are quite the artist," Remus said. "It's lovely. I shall hang it up on my front door so everyone can see it!"

Morgause blushed. Meanwhile, Harry and Vivienne were having an argument on the floor.

"No way in hell were the Salem Witch Trials real!" Harry protested. "They were just a bunch of silly girls like you making up stories so that they could dispose of anyone they hated!"

"Oh, shut up! There must have been at least ONE real witch in the lot," said Vivienne. "They just didn't hang her because she could have Apparated elsewhere while awaiting trail and used a Memory charm! Where else could Muggle have heard about wizards and witches?"

"Oh, YOU shut up!" Harry stuck out his tongue. "You must fall asleep at Hogwarts classes all the time because you KNOW that's not the case!"

"Go to hell, Harry!" Vivienne spat.

"HEY!' Remus barked, sounding like a father himself. "Don't use that language around your sister, Vivienne! Why do you two bicker all the time like this?"

"Well, UNCLE JAMES," Vivienne sneered bitterly. "When you're locked up in a prison like this all summer—"

"Vivienne, please!" Harry said sincerely. Vivienne gave him a look. "Uncle Remus, you need to understand. I don't SEE anybody else. I don't get to have friends, or enemies, or anyone. So Vivienne and I fight because, really, it's all we've got."

"We usually make up at the end of the day, so we can start fresh the next morning!" Vivienne picked up. They smiled and nodded at each other. "We're like brother and sister!"

Remus couldn't stay mad, especially with the faces Vivienne and Harry were making. He laughed to show his forgiveness and understanding. Lily then came out from the kitchen.

"Cake's ready!" she announced, setting down the plates, silverware, napkins, and the huge vanilla cake still hot. Remus licked his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he ate junk food. Vivienne, Harry, and Morgause all gathered greedily around the cake. "I think Uncle Remus should get the first piece," Lily said.

Remus didn't object. He tucked the corner of his napkin into the collar of his shirt and took a large piece of cake. The children helped themselves next, although not bothering to be so refined as to tuck their napkins in their shirts. After a second of slowly enjoying Lily's delicious cake, Remus looked up when he heard Vivienne scream.

"Harry! You'll die for this!" Vivienne screamed. Harry had taken a bit of cake and smeared it on Vivienne's nose when she wasn't looking up. Remus, Lily, and Morgause laughed from the couch. James came downstairs having just showered.

"What all this?" he asked before looking at the rather funny sight before him. Vivienne pouted and took her plate of cake in her hands. While Harry was still laughing, Vivienne got him right in the face with her entire piece. Harry fell backwards, and Vivienne dusted her hands off in victory. Remus gave a loud whoop and Morgause high-fived her sister.

Everyone was laughing. It was the way life should be.

Remus hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep right there behind the statue. He looked at the clock and gasped. He ran to find Sirius glaring dreamily at Bastet. The crowning ceremony was over. Peter was becoming himself again, and the disguised Sirius and Remus were heading for the staircase.

"Sirius! We need to beat ourselves to the staircase!" Remus tugged at Sirius' shirt. Sirius came too and realized that they had to really run.

But just as they approached the bottom of the staircase, the disguised versions of themselves arrived. Remus and Sirius luckily were able to dive behind the stairs and wait the scene out. Their disguised selves were talking with Peter about dumping James

"Damnit!" Sirius hissed. "We failed," he said, watching through the railing as everyone else from their party came into view. Bastet in her elaborate gold dress that made her look like a princess, Lily in her sleek green dress that made her look like a move star, and the men in their handsome dress robes (Remus' were shaggy and too big for him).

"Not yet," said Remus. He heard footsteps on the stars above them and realized that Peter was rushing upstairs, followed closely by Bastet, Young Remus, and Lily. Their chance to meet him at the top of the staircase was ruined. "Tomorrow's another day," said Remus. "Think…what did we do the day after the Ball?"

Sirius thought a moment. "It was a day off of classes. The four of us…" Sirius looked up. "The three of us now…were down by Hagrid's hut, throwing snowballs at each other. Bastet and Lily were inside the Great Hall, studying."

"Where would Wormtail be now that he wouldn't be with us?" asked Remus.

"Probably talking with the Slytherins," Sirius thought. Remus nodded.

"We'll have to get up very early tomorrow and try and talk to him then," he suggested. "I guess we've found our hotel room, it's too late to get a room in Hogsmeade."

Sirius, already half asleep, willingly laid down and sighed. Remus laid down next to him and pulled out the picture, slipping is discreetly into Sirius' cloak pocket. He'd find it when they got back.