Authors Note: Yup, I'm back. I thought that it was extra cruel of me to leave you guys hanging with a blasted cliffhanger. So… I've decided to give you mercy.

Ugh, I personally hated how the beginning went, but I had already rewritten it AT LEAST five times. So, you're stuck with this beginning.

"Well…" Harry started.

Hermione was listening to him intently.

"He was happy, that was for sure. I… I started to see him again, like in fifth year… it wasn't nice. I… I felt how he tortured his worst, telling them that they weren't good enough, that there were going to be two new people. That the deatheaters should've informed him before. He… he was just too happy. It hurt… a lot."

"Yes," Hermione inquired. "Do… do you think we should still join him?" She asked quietly.

"I… yeah… I think we should. I really want to protect mum, dad, and Sirius." After a few moments, he added, "I don't care what he does with Peter. I just want to kill him before he kills my parents."

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, showing that she was there for him. "Yes, I know, Harry. But you have to remember, some of the things that Voldermort did are crucial." She buried her face in his neck, breathing heavily. His arms around her tightened as she sighed contently.

"What about that letter?" Hermione asked quietly. He chuckled slightly.

"He just wanted to scare the other people, so he started talking about meeting us outside of Hogwarts, right outside of Hogsmead. He said that if we don't join him, a lot of chaos would happen. I know Voldermort, and when he says chaos, he means chaos." He sighed. He was getting no where with Voldermort.

Hermione kissed his neck. "I guess we have to meet him than." Harry mutely nodded, enjoying the feeling of her lips on her skin. She flicked out her tongue and kissing his neck. She stopped only for a moment to say, "Don't worry, love, we'll kill him before your parents die." Again, he only nodded. It was rapidly getting hot, and he knew the room wasn't on fire.

What this woman does to me, He thought as he led her to the bed to properly show her how to use her tongue (and other body parts).

The next day at Hogwarts was… quiet. Hermione thought that maybe it was just a bit too quiet. She and the other 'Porter's' walked towards the Great Hall, hoping that someone was there. To their luck, it was packed. It wasn't its usual noisy Hall, but instead it was now quiet, as if scared someone might attack them. They ate their breakfast in silence, no one except a few Slytherins had made a noise.

Harry, Hermione, Jade, and Daniel walked towards the staff table (which had been repaired after Harry left last night) avoiding the looks he was getting from Dumbledore and McGonagall. Harry quietly sat down and pulled Jade on the chair to his right. He was sitting next to McGonagall, who was giving him 'the look.' Once the Porter's had started eating, the students started to slowly gain their voices.

"Why is it so quiet?" Peter asked, confusion etched upon his chubby face.

The Marauders rolled their eyes, but no one answered. Actually, they didn't know why it was so quiet themselves.

"Mister Porter," McGonagall said, "are you still going to duel in front of the school?"

"Yes," Harry started, "why wouldn't we?" He asked, as if nothing had happened the past few days.

"Mister Porter! You will not pay this charade. We know who you have been corresponding with." She looked sternly at him; he inwardly winced. Even after nine years with her, she still found a way to make him wince.

"Well, yes, but if you have been talking to Dumbledore, he should've told you. We had a meeting, ask him to tell you what we told him. We aren't doing anything bad. Just because I'm a parstletounge doesn't give you the right to label us as deatheaters." He gave glared at her for a moment before turning around and eating his breakfast.

From the Gryffindor table, the Marauders were looking at him, aghast.

"Did you see that?" Sirius asked, astonished.

"Yeah…" James said, looking at his teacher with awe. No one had ever talked to McGonagall like that, not even Dumbledore.

Lily, who was sitting next to James, held his chin and pulled it towards her. "What's wrong?" She asked. They had just recently gotten together.

"Um, nothing," he said, her hand still on his chin. She nodded, still not taking her hand off. "Lily, dear, do you think you can take your hand off my chin? I'd fancy eating breakfast." The Marauders sniggered at this. Lily's eyes widened and she quickly took her hand off his chin.

"Oh, sorry," she said, turning red.

He leaned over and kissed her softy on the cheek. "No problem, love."

She blushed even more; James acted as if it were daily routine.

Hermione was looking at James and Lily; they were so nice with each other. She wondered why they hadn't gotten together before. He was the wild one, she was his calmer side. When he was furious, she'd be there to calm him down. When he needed help on his homework, she'd be there, correcting him. When he lost house points, she'd regain them for their house. He hair messy black hair, she had sleek red hair. He loved qudditch; she wasn't too fond of it. He was the best seeker; she was head of her class. He was Head Boy, she was Head Girl. She would be his tranquil, calming, breeze; he'd be her wild and passionate fire. They equaled each other out. They were perfect for each other, Hermione thought.

"Mommy," Jade called.

Hermione stepped out of her thoughts and focused on her daughter. "Yes?"

"Could you gimme some pumkin stuff? I'm thirsty," Jade said, holding her goblet out to her mother.

Hermione nodded and poured her some pumpkin juice. Jade nodded when she thought she had enough, than went back to her scrambled eggs. Hermione smiled and went back to her eggs.

Dumbledore had been watching Mister and Missus Porter closely the past few days. He noticed that something didn't fit. Something just wasn't right. He wasn't sure what, but he knew something was amiss. The Porter's weren't telling the whole truth when they had that meeting. He wasn't a parstletounge, that was for sure, but he hadn't the slightest idea what Mister Porter was talking (hissing rater) to that howler. He knew that there was only one other person in the United Kingdom with that power, and he certainly wasn't the nicest of people. He knew that the Porter's wouldn't willingly lie, though, they were too sweet for that. Mister Porter was the type of person that had that 'essence' to him, the kind that just showed he was polite. Missus Porter was rather skilled in the academic area, that was for sure. She wasn't very athletic, though she was well built. She had the motherly spirit with her all around, whether she was with her children, students, or talking to adults. Then there were their children. They were fun and free spirited. Jade was almost exactly like her mother, with the exception of her father's piercing silver eyes. Her brother seemed to be of a smaller version of two people: Mister Porter and Mister Potter. It was odd, really, that a child could be like two people. Mister Porter was no ordinary man, he already knew that, but he seemed to be attached to The Marauders somehow. Maybe the reason why they were acting strangely was because of the Marauders? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to figure it out. He never did like when he didn't know something for sure. He wasn't a bad wizard; he just wanted the best for everyone, no matter what the cost.

Dumbledore stood from his seat and walked towards the Porter's, where they sat there eating their breakfast, oblivious to him.

"Mister, Missus Porter, may I have a word before classes start today?" he asked politely.

"Yes, professor, we'll be able to see you. Just give us a few moments, we have to take Jade and Daniel to the tower," Hermione said. He nodded and walked away, humming an unfamiliar tune. Hermione looked sideways, seeing Jade with ketchup around the corners from her mouth. No doubt from the eggs, Hermione thought as she took a napkin and wiped off the ketchup from her daughter's face.

"Thank you, mommy," she said, grinning.

"No problem, love." She bent over and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. She looked over her shoulder and saw Daniel eating a bowl of cereal, the milk dripping from his chin. Like father like son, they always say, she thought.

"Honestly, Harry, don't you pay any attention to your son?" She asked him.

He turned and opened his mouth. Bad move. The milk from his mouth dripped onto his chin, too. Hermione laughed, "Like father like son." Harry gave her a confused look. Hermione laughed even more. Once she had calmed down, she took a napkin and cleaned Daniel's chin.

"Thanks mommy." He kissed her cheek. Hermione smiled and cleaned Harry's chin. He took the napkin from her playfully, showing her that he could do it himself. After he cleaned his chin, he gave her a chaste kiss to Hermione.

"No thanks mommy," he said after they had pulled apart. She smacked his arm lightly and returned to her plate. After they were finished eating Harry got up and picked up Daniel, putting him down when they were towards Gryffindor table. Hermione did the same with Jade.

They instantly went towards the Marauders. Lily saw Jade walk up towards her and she looked towards Hermione, silently asking if it was alright. Hermione nodded. Lily smiled and picked up Jade. Daniel walked towards Sirius, who was eating, and poked his ribs, causing him to laugh (and spill half of his breakfast out from his mouth). Sirius turned around and saw Daniel, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He looked over to Harry just as Lily did. Harry smiled and nodded, letting him hold his son. Sirius picked up Daniel and put him between himself and James.

Harry and Hermione walked over towards them, smiling. "Hey… um… do you think you'd be able to watch Jade and Daniel for us? Only for a few minutes, Hermione and I have to talk with Dumbledore," Harry asked. He knew that they might say yes—or no. They must've still been scared of him, being a parstletounge and having black blood from his scar, he'd be scared himself. Though, because of that, they might say yes because of fear. None the less, they might say yes. They could also say no, wishing to have nothing to do with their children, though he doubted that.

"Moony!" Jade shouted. Remus looked startled, than nodded.

"Yes, Jade?" He asked politely.

"Padfoot!" shouted Daniel. Sirius grinned and ruffled his hair.

"At your service," he said grinning at the child.

"Gandpa Prongs!" He shouted once again. Harry and Hermione's eyes bugged out, as did James'.

"Uh… Daniel, I'm not your grandpa." He turned red. He most certainly was not that old! He was eighteen! Daniel's parents were but a year older than him!

"Gwamma Lily!" Jade shouted, thinking it was a game. This time Lily's eyes bugged out.

"No, sweetie, I'm not your grandmother." She gave her a small smile.

"Ye—" Jade started, but was cut off by Hermione.

"C'mon, Jade, Daniel, I think we need to leave now." She looked at them sternly, as did Harry.

"But—" Daniel started.

"No buts young man. C'mon," Harry said sternly. How could his children just say that? Had they not reminded them that they were not to say that?

Harry walked over and picked up Jade, while Hermione picked up Daniel. Together, they left, leaving five confused people behind.

"What's so wrong with calling us grandpa?" James asked.

"No, it's not us, it's you. He called only you grandpa, and Harry didn't like it," Remus stated.

"And the whole think with 'gwamma' Lily," Sirius said, stifling a laugh.

"Shut up, Sirius," Lily said.

"You know… maybe they're, like, seers or something. Maybe they think you two are going to get married," Peter said.

"Then why would they call them grandpa and grandma?" Remus asked mostly to himself. This was just another mystery to add to with the Porter's.

The meeting with Dumbledore had gone fairly well. Harry and Hermione told them that, yes, they had been corresponding with Voldermort, only because he had a proposition for them. Dumbledore merely smiled and said nothing. Harry and Hermione were surprised for a moment, but than Dumbledore started talking. He had a proposition for them, too. Harry and Hermione were light; Dumbledore knew that, so he thought of a brilliant plan. He thought that they could be spies for the light side.

Harry immediately thought of Snape. Being a spy wasn't going to be easy, he and Hermione knew that. But it would help them keep his parents and godfather safe. Hermione thought it'd be very dangerous, especially when they had children. She wasn't too fond of it, either. Harry, though, was seriously considering it.

In the end, Harry and Hermione told Dumbledore that they'd see what they could do. Dumbledore had to trust their judgment, which he did, surprisingly. Harry and Hermione knew they weren't off the hook yet, though, so Harry sent a letter to Voldermort, saying that, yes, they'll meet him. Hermione had already devised a plan to get what they wanted; Harry couldn't be more proud.

It was time for the seventh year NEWT class and today they were going to lean how to fight a boggart. Harry wasn't sure what his biggest fear would be, he hadn't encountered one since he was fifteen, and he wasn't too keen on encountering it again. Hermione, though, knew exactly what her fear would be: Her family dead. He thought that Harry's would probably be, too.

"Okay, do you remember how to do it?" Harry asked to the class. The class nodded, waiting for the boggart to come out. "Okay, gather up in a line and I'll let this one loose." They instantly went into a line, waiting for Harry to open the wardrobe door. When he did, the first student, Andrew, saw his fear: his dead mother.

"Remember, Mister Ravensteel, think of something funny," Hermione instructed. He nodded, concentrating on something funny. He cast the spell, and suddenly the woman became a puppet, dancing merrily to a children's tune.

The next few students had minor fears; spiders, poisonous plants, etc. But when it came to the Marauders, Harry couldn't have been more interested.

James was ready; he wouldn't back down. He had a feeling he knew what his worst fear was, but he'd be strong. Harry watched as his father's fear came to life.

He gasped.

His father's worst fear was…

"You dying," Hermione whispered.

In front of James Potter was a child, no older than three, being held in James' arms. Then, it came alive, a beam of green hit the small child in the chest, dying instantly. James' wand quivered and he closed his eyes before he shouted the spell. It instantly became a son and father blowing bubbles.

James quietly went to the back, looking down. It was Sirius' turn now. He went up, ready. His worst fear: His friends dying. He thought of them on roller skates, falling. He said the spell and saw them skating, James falling, Remus laughing, Peter sitting, not being able to get up, and he and Lily also laughing at the sight.

Now it was Remus' turn. He walked up, knowing what his fear would be. He saw as the scene changed to a full moon. He shuddered and cast the spell, it turned into a white balloon, whizzing around everywhere.

After everyone was finished with the boggarts, they had about seven minutes to spare.

"Hey professor, what's your fear?" A Ravenclaw asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I don't really know, haven't encountered one since I was fifteen." Whoops, he thought. A few gasped, while others weren't affected by it.

"Really, were you sent to Azkaban or something?" Peter asked.

"No. Why don't we see what my fear is, then?" Everyone nodded and followed Harry towards the wardrobe. Hermione shook her head, he'd never change.

"What about you?" Someone asked her.

"I think I know what my fear is," she said.

"Really, are you sure?" Peter asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll go after Harry. Honestly, if you want to see our fears that much, all you had to do was tell us."

Harry laughed and opened the wardrobe door. The boggart turned into James and Lily, only they weren't in their glamour's, and Hermione was there, too. Everyone gasped, wondering who those children were. The Marauders and Lily, however, knew very well who those were. That was Jade, Daniel, and Hermione. They wondered, though, why was their hair and eye colors different?

Then, a man with sickly red eyes and pale skin killed them, stabbing them over and over the muggle way. Harry lip twitched; he knew it wasn't true, but it still stung his eyes. He quickly cast the spell and they turned into a painting. Harry walked back to Hermione without uttering a sound.

It was Hermione's turn now. She quickly saw the same exact thing, except it was Harry's place instead of hers. She quickly cast the spell and they turned into a painting. She stayed there for a minute, just letting it all in. She knew it was going to happen.

"Okay, give me a sick inch essay on boggarts. You can go," Harry said after a few minutes. They left without a word.

Once outside, the Marauders were wondering about their professor.

"Well, one thing's for sure, we know that they're hiding something from us," Remus said.

"Yeah, but the question is, what?" James asked.

"We're going to have to figure that out ourselves," Remus said.

Author's Notes: Whoop, Whoop! Yes, I know, Dumbles isn't supposed to know anything. But, hey, I thought that he'd actually be able to help. Ehh… if not, I can always kill him off (Hehe)

I didn't know what the Marauders fears would be, sooo I just guessed.

OOC? Yup. Sorry about that, I have to work on it. Ugh, about the first part, I think I totally ruined the whole 'mood' for it. Urgh, Kissy!Hermione just HAD to make an appearance.

Question: can fire be passionate?

Any questions, suggestions, comments, etc. are all accepted! But, no flames, please.

PS: Don't forget about my other stories: )