Author's Note: Perhaps a bit of an anticlimax, but I watch too much Law & Order to skip this bit. I was absolutely astounded by the comments on the last chapter, and I thank you all very sincerely for your continued support and encouragement. It means the world to me!

We slumped into the kitchen en masse. Now Ginny began to cry, and Ron wasn't far behind. Harry, Fred, and George were all dry-eyed, but the anger and fierce grief emanating from them was almost palpable.

Tonks sat down at the kitchen table, her wand still drawn, and spoke calmly. "Let's start with the basics. Who was present when the perpetrators broke in?"

"We all were," gritted Harry. "We were all right where they could strike us."

Tonks all but ignored this. "Fred, George, I know your parents had a security system set up. Did you have any warning?"

George spoke, and his voice was strange. "We had a warning, but it wasn't from the system. She knew," he said, and pointed straight at me.

I went cold, then hot. Of course. Of course they would tell Tonks, who would tell the Ministry, and they would --

-- but they wouldn't. That wasn't what Hermione and Mum remembered. I wasn't dragged away kicking and screaming by Unspeakables. How was I supposed to get out of this mess?

Tonks turned her professional gaze on me. "Susan? Is that true?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said in a low voice.

"And how did you know?"

The two options fought for supremacy in my brain: I could confess now, or I could continue on with my lie. When I looked around at the grief-stricken faces in the small kitchen, I knew I couldn't heap more worries on their heads today. I'd have to lie.

"I'm a Seer," I said, almost too quietly to be heard.

"A Seer?" Tonks said. To her credit, she sounded neither incredulous nor encouraging. "Are you registered as such with the Ministry? Or with the American Magical Congress?"

"No, ma'am," I said.

"Well, I'm sure you understand that we cannot let that claim pass untested. You could easily be a spy."

"She's not!" Harry cried. All eyes turned to him. "She's . . . she's not."

"Harry," Tonks began gently, "the two options here are that she's a Seer, or she's a spy. Absent proof of the first, I must assume the latter. And I can't report that she's a Seer unless she's registered as a Seer with the Ministry."

"NO," I gasped, and the word came like I was surfacing for air after drowning. "No, I can't do that."

"Why not?" Tonks asked, and now her voice was tinged with suspicion.

"He Who Must Not Be Named," I stuttered. "He has spies in the Ministry, and he targets Seers. He kidnaps them, tortures them, kills them. I can't, please don't make me."

Now Tonks looked shocked. I thought I could guess why: though Voldemort's abuse of registered Seers was common knowledge in my time, it hadn't been discovered by the general public until the tell-all books began rolling out years after the war's end. "How . . . ?"

"Please, Tonks," I said. "I'll See what I can See for you, I'll do anything to prove myself, but don't put me on that list."

She paused for a moment. "We'll get back to this. In the meantime, can anyone give me a sequence of events?"

No one spoke for a long moment. Then Ron's voice cut in, thick with tears. "We'd all gone round the house to secure it. Then we saw this . . . whirlwind coming down the street. It came right up to the front stoop and blew the door in. The three -- the three Death Eaters, you saw them, we tried to fight them off, and they told us --" Here he stopped.

I was surprised to hear Ginny's voice next, and her tone was fiery. "They told us to hand over Harry."

Everyone surreptitiously looked at Harry, who was white as porcelain. "I wanted to go," he rasped.

"Dad wouldn't let him," Ginny said staunchly. "So Dolohov killed -- he -- he killed --"

"Charlie," George said. "He murdered Charlie."

Tonks nodded. "And then?"

"Mum screamed," Fred continued. "Just screamed and screamed."

"What about Fleur?" Tonks pressed.

"She must've been pregnant," whispered Ginny. "I don't know how far along, but none of us had noticed. I don't know if Bill knew."

"Bill knew," I said, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "I heard them talking about it."

"Cor blimey," breathed Fred. "And he let her fight?"

"He didn't want her to," I said. "But she wouldn't listen."

"Please," Tonks broke in. "What exactly happened?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange made her miscarry," Harry said. "She just pointed her wand at her and did it without batting an eye."

Tonks shook her head. "If I'd been here a minute earlier, I could've stopped her. She's one of the few we have orders to kill on sight." Then she sat up straighter and took a notebook out of her jacket pocket. "Anyway. I'll just need you lot to sign off on the statement I'll write about what happened, and you can go see Fleur in the hospital."

"Will she be all right?" Ginny asked anxiously.

Tonks frowned as she furiously scribbled. "That spell is supposed to be performed by a licensed Healer in a sterile setting with therapeutic potions on hand. But she got to St. Mungo's quickly, so I suppose . . . ."

"She'll be fine," I said. "I mean, perhaps not mentally for a bit, but she'll have children after this."

"Righto," Tonks said, adding a few final flourishes to her statement. "Why don't the rest of you sign off on this, and Susan and I can have a bit of a chat? When you're done, just go into the parlor and Floo over to St. Mungo's; I'll let your parents know where you are."

Each of the Weasley children and Harry read the statement in turn, then signed their names with Tonks' pen. Each signature glowed a bit after it was finished, indicating that they were legally binding. Then the others filed out, leaving Tonks and me in the kitchen alone.

"Susan," she said gently, "I've known many Seers in my line of work. And it is extraordinarily rare for a Seer to See things without the aid of some Divining technique. It is even more rare for someone to See on command, as you seem to just have done regarding Fleur's health. Would you like to tell me the truth?"

I swallowed hard. My disguise had been enough to fool regular people, but an Auror . . . I was losing this battle.

"I'll tell you," I said slowly, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

Tonks settled back in her chair and folded her arms. "I can't do that."

"Then I can't tell you," I countered.

She raised an eyebrow. "You'll end up in Azkaban."

I shook my head. "I'd leave before you could throw me in there." My Time Turner was in my school trunk, but I knew I could think of an excuse to go to my trunk before being arrested.

"'Leave'? And go where?"

"I'll tell you, but it has to be our secret," I repeated stubbornly.

She furrowed her brow. "Fine. But Aurors are permitted to break these sorts of agreements if people are in imminent danger -- for example, if you're a spy."

I nodded. "I know. And I'm not a spy." I took a deep breath. I didn't know how to break this after all these months. "You know . . . I had a terrible crush on your son in third year. We're best friends, and I just thought he was so cute. But I wasn't his type, I guess."

Now Tonks was gaping at me. I continued, "You don't have to worry about the lycanthropy. It's not hereditary, and Remus is always very careful. He's not a Metamorphmagus, either. He's very normal, actually. His birthday is in June, so I guess you'll be pregnant well before next Christmas."

"Shut up!" Tonks hissed. "You can't know that! You can't!"

I smiled. "I know how worried you are, but you don't have to be. He's fine. He's just fine."

She grabbed my shoulders and shook me, though not hard enough to hurt me. "I said SHUT UP."

"There's this one song he loves -- I think it's a Muggle song, 'cause I've never heard anyone else sing it. I think your father must've sung it to you, and you sang it to him." I wasn't much of a singer, but I did my best: "'Here comes the sun, doo-en doo doo, here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right. Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter; little darling, it seems like years since you've been here . . . .'"

Her face went blank. Her hands fell from my shoulders and rested uselessly on the kitchen table. "That's -- that's what Dad used to sing me to help me fall asleep. It's by a Muggle band he used to love."

I nodded. "I figured. One time in second year, I got terribly sick from a potion I'd brewed wrong, and he put me to bed and sang it for me until I fell asleep."

She focused on my face. "You -- you're from the future?"

"Yes."

"Why did you come back?"

That gave me pause. "Well, Mum and Aunt Mi-Mi remember my being here this year, so I suppose I just had to."

I saw Tonks mouth "Aunt Mi-Mi." Then comprehension dawned. "Bloody hell, you're Ginny's DAUGHTER. THAT's why you two look so much alike! And your eyes -- good heavens. You're --"

"Yes."

Now she smiled tentatively, tears starting to brim in her eyes for the first time that day. "And you know my son?"

I chuckled at that a little. "Oh yeah, definitely. He's my best mate." As soon as I said it, I wondered if it was true anymore, after all I'd been through in this time.

"Can you prove any of this?" was her next question.

I shrugged. "I can show you my Time Turner."

She nodded. "That would be enough." A pause, then, "Wait, why didn't you avert this?? That's your uncle who's dead out there!"

I glared at her, tears beginning again. "You think I wanted this to happen? But that's how everyone remembers it happening in my time. I couldn't have saved Charlie. I couldn't even have saved Fleur. Whatever I did, the outcome would've been the same."

Tonks thought for a moment. "Merlin, this must be killing you, to watch it all happen and not be able to stop it."

I held my chin up. "I trust I'm here for some reason. I can't make everything right, but I hope I can make some things better."

"Strong," Tonks said offhandedly. "You're strong. When do you go back to your time?"

"Well, in the spring . . . either that, or I die. I'm not sure."

"Brave, too," she remarked. "Not bad Auror material."

I shook my head rapidly. "Mum would kill me."

She laughed a little at that. "Well, I look forward to watching you grow up, Susan. Your secret is safe with me. I'll put in my report that I put you through the Seer exam and you passed with flying colors, but due to security concerns, you shouldn't be listed in our records. Now go to St. Mungo's with your -- parents?"

"Please don't," I cautioned her. "I need to keep this cover."

"Absolutely," she said. "Now I have to go counsel Molly and Arthur about funeral rites." She sighed heavily. "Does it get any better?"

"Life? Sure," I said. "Just wait till Jamie's born."

"Jamie," she whispered. "Of course."

I slipped out of the kitchen while she was still lost in her reverie.