I only own Kyrene Jonson, Lycoris and Jared Potter; everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I just remembered that I had this finished :). Thank you to everyone that reviewed and added this to favorites or alerts! You make my day!! :D I also went back and re-read a couple chapters and found out that I did indeed make it seem like Narcissa was still alive and just divorced. My bad!!! I don't know how to change it yet, so it's going to stay that way :)

This chapter moves very fast, bear with me until I get to the next year, which should be in the next chapter :D. I have ideas now!!! But I still need to get them down. Anyway, Lycoris is my favorite character in this story :D Enjoy!!

Fourteen: Faster Moving

Harry mumbled in his sleep before turning closer to Draco, burrowing his face deeper in Draco's neck. Draco tightened his arms around his boyfriend and murmured something back. The two were sound asleep in their dormitory at Hogwarts, now back from the winter holidays. It was the first night back; they started classes in two hours once again.

The other boys of the dormitory were used to the two of them always together in the same bed. It wasn't uncommon in the wizarding world and almost all the boys had uncles or aunts that were with those of the same sex.

Harry yawned, his breath blowing on Draco's neck waking the both of them up.

"Harry." Draco whined, bringing his arm up to rub his eyes.

Harry chuckled. "Sorry, Dray." He yawned again. "I'm tired but I can't sleep." He moaned.

Draco sighed and turned to his smaller mate, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It's okay; the alarms about to go off soon anyway."

Harry smiled up at Draco before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. Draco sat up behind him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, placing a kiss to Harry's throat. Harry smiled and turned to him, pressing their lips together. They both pulled back before heading into the connecting bathroom for their morning routine.

Ginny and Hermione were waking in the Slytherin Girl's dormitory at the same time, sitting up on their beds and stretching. Ginny scratched the side of her head as Hermione started for the day.

"What's wrong, Gin?" Hermione asked.

"I had the strangest dream." She muttered as she started to get her clothes and toiletries together.

"What was it about?" The two started into the connecting bathroom, setting there stuff down by a stall.

"I was alone and it was pitch black. I felt safe though, that's what was weird about it. I could feel a strong presence behind me but I didn't know who it was." The two had started showering as Ginny continued on. "I felt loved though, in that pitch blackness, but the kind of love that you and Luna have or Harry and Draco; like it was my mate." She sighed. "I only know that it's a he; I don't know his name or age or anything." She groaned. "It's annoying."

Hermione sighed as well. "I wish I could help you." She said. "I just don't know how; maybe I'll go ask Luna or go to the library and see if I can find something. Maybe even Harry or Draco would know something."

Ginny nodded, smiling. "Thanks Hermione."

Hermione smiled as they both stepped out, wrapping the towel around their bodies. "Of course, Ginny; we're sisters." They both smiled brightly at that as they started to brush their teeth.

Harry and Draco walked down to the common room, hand in hand, to wait for Harry's sisters. Draco sat down on one of the armchairs, before pulling Harry onto his lap. Harry smiled and snuggled up to him, laying his head on his shoulder.

Draco was staring at their clasped hands, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought.

Harry stared at his face, trying to figure out Draco's thoughts. "Dray?"

Draco blinked and looked at Harry.

"What's wrong?"

Draco sighed. "It's just, father's pregnant." He muttered.

Harry blinked. "And?"

"And I wonder if he's keeping something else from me as well."

"Maybe he's scared." Harry said. "Or maybe he doesn't know how to tell you."

Draco nodded. "Yeah, maybe."

Harry smiled. "He'll tell you; you're his son."

Draco sighed. "I hope so."

Harry nodded firmly. "He will. Any luck with Uncle Sev?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

Draco sighed and shook his head. "No." He pouted. "He still thinks that I've gone insane; he blames you actually."

Harry snorted.

Draco rolled his eyes, nodding. "Exactly; he's a right idiot." Draco muttered.

"Who's an idiot?" Ginny asked as Hermione and her stopped behind them.

"Uncle Sev." Harry said, standing up and pulling Draco with him.

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"Dammit." Dumbledore growled. There were no more sightings of Sirius Black, though the dementors still floated around the school. Black stopped taking the bait. Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers. Quidditch had to be cancelled because the dementors kept coming to close to the grounds.

There were only five portraits left within his office that still had the person in it. The five that liked to annoy the hell out of Dumbledore. Even Sir Ricolar's portrait disappeared. The stairs changed every ten seconds, creaking as they changed position. The gargoyle decided to change the password every three hours to something of his liking. The headmasters chair could no longer be spelled back and the sky of the Great Hall chose to change between black, white and grey every five minutes. The sky could no longer even be spelled to show the blue sky or the starry night. The Giant Squid liked to make waves that rose over the shore and crash against the trees or the forbidden forest every day, twice a day.

With all the classroom doors open, Hogwarts decided that the personal rooms for the staff should stay open as well. Two weeks ago, they had lifted up much the same as the classroom doors had and had stayed there. The only thing the teachers could do was to charm a curtain to hang over the doorway.

The portraits that usually guarded the common rooms also decided to disappear, joining the portraits from Dumbledore's office in the room of requirement. The common room doors could only be opened by one person in each house. From Ravenclaw, Hogwarts chose Luna Lovegood; from Gryffindor, Hogwarts chose Jared Potter; from Hufflepuff, Hogwarts chose Susan Bones; and from Slytherin, Hogwarts chose Ginny Stone. If one wanted into the common room, they had to find the student chosen from their house. The head of houses couldn't even open the common rooms.

Dumbledore still refused to believe that this was because Hogwarts didn't like him. His view of himself had to be perfect, and this was far from perfect. He passed it off as the founders playing a trick on him, even though the founders couldn't do magic since they were, well, portraits.

It was the beginning of March now, and Dumbledore wanted Sirius inside Hogwarts to get him back in Azkaban. This was what he was plotting when an explosion rocked the entire castle and grounds. He stood up quickly and made his way out of his office.

The gargoyle wasn't there anymore. As Dumbledore came out of his office he saw the gargoyle fly up towards the Astronomy tower. There was smoke and bits of rubble falling down between the stairs that continued to change as if nothing had happened.

A shriek came from high up in the castle before Professor Trelawny's body came flying down between the stairs. She was flailing her arms and legs, screaming as she fell.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and slowed her down, putting a cushioning charm on the floor where she would land. Trelawny was unconscious by the time she landed on the charmed floor.

The entire school surrounded the unconscious Professor as Dumbledore tried to push his way through, meeting McGonagall in the center.

"Albus, what happened?" Minerva asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't know. I'll go look, Minerva, take Sibyll to the infirmary."

Minerva nodded and watched Dumbledore make his way up the stairs that changed even faster now, not staying in one place for more than a moment.

Dumbledore grumbled to himself as he made his way up the stairs. He got off on the sixth floor where the divination room would be, only to find the stairs and the classroom nothing more than a pile of rubble. He stared at it, his eyes wide and unblinking.

"What in Merlin's name?" He mumbled as he started to survey the damage. There was nothing left; absolutely nothing. There were shards of glass here and there where crystal balls had fallen and smashed against the ground. He started to move closer, running his eyes along the edge of the pile.

A tsking sound came from next to him and he started, turning towards it only to stare at the wall.

"Really, Dumbledore, taking an innocent life isn't very nice." Her voice was patronizing and if she was visible, he would have seen her shake a finger at him.

"I didn't do anything." Dumbledore stated.

"Sure; like I'm going to believe that."

"There isn't even a body."

"Look harder; you'll see the hand. She was so young too, but she moved on. I couldn't give her a second chance; her body was too ruined. She understood and just thanked me before going on. She also asked me to tell her parents who it was that killed her." A giggle came after that as she watched Dumbledore bend down and inspect the bloody hand that stuck out from underneath a pile of rubble.

Dumbledore's eyes were wide. "I didn't do this."

A sigh. "Just keep telling yourself that."

Dumbledore stood up and started moving the boulders off the body, revealing the pale, blonde form of one Kelly Matthews, a third year Hufflepuff. Her eyes were closed, blood running down over the lids from the gash in her forehead. Her right arm was lying at an odd angle and her left leg had a gash running down most of her thigh. There was blood covering her uniform and she was lying in a pool of it.

Another sigh. "I didn't want her to die, but she needed help from Professor Trelawny. You need to learn to control your temper, Dumbledore, or more incidents like this will happen. Hogwarts isn't moving fast enough." She sighed again, before giggling. "I hope to have you with me soon." A brush of wind came from where she disappeared, ruffling his cloak and beard.

Dumbledore stood up and sighed. He ran a hand down his face before waving his wand. Kelly's body floated up into the air, her arms moving to lie over her chest. A stretcher appeared and Dumbledore floated her body over to lie on top of it. Her face was peaceful, as if she was asleep, as Dumbledore started down the stairs, the stretcher following him.

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Ever since the death of Kelly Matthews, Dumbledore wasn't treated the same by certain members of the staff and most of the students. The Hufflepuff's especially took to hating the headmaster; but, as he was still the headmaster, they had to follow his rules. Kyrene and Remus were always seen glaring at Dumbledore, and Kyrene never answered him. Luna would look at him then walk away, humming to herself as she went. The founders glared at him and muttered under their breaths, waiting impatiently for Hogwarts to suck out his soul.

At this action, Severus would always rub behind his ear whenever he looked at the headmaster. The rubbing would then bring on memories that had been buried long ago. This led him to start to actually listen to his godson as Draco explained what was about to happen and what had happened already. The miniature Dark Mark that resided there was slowly turning black, and Severus' personality started to change.

The Stone's had always hated the headmaster, and would now smirk at him whenever he seemed to shrink under the hateful gazes that met him in the Great Hall. Dumbledore started to eat in his office, not wanting to stand everyone staring at him.

Hogwarts was practically giddy with excitement. The stairs wouldn't stop moving and sparks of color would randomly show up here and there in classrooms, hallways, bedrooms, bathrooms, and the Great Hall. The Giant Squid seemed to dance around in the lake, the waves crashing harder against the shore. The merpeople sang and danced, their song reaching the castle with happiness that was extremely contagious.

The dementors could no longer suck the happiness out of the atmosphere around Hogwarts, and many died. Their black cloaks fell to the ground before melting, leaving nothing behind that they had even existed. The few that survived, fled the grounds, heading back towards Azkaban.

The newspapers were having a field day with this; and they waited with bated breath to find out what the Ministry was going to do. However, they were disappointed. Because Dumbledore was still very well liked within the Ministry, Cornelius Fudge decided to do squat. Dumbledore stayed on the Winzegamot and Headmaster of Hogwarts.

It was May now, and the fifth years and seventh years were seen in the library constantly. Hogwarts had decided to allow the students time to get to one class to the next, but whenever the Headmaster went for a walk, well he couldn't. Suits of armour chased after him and the portraits all disappeared when he walked by them.

Kyrene sat in Remus' chair, her bare feet resting atop his desk as he paced back and forth in front of it. Her blue eyes were glossy as she saw something only she could.

An explosion rocked the grounds and people grabbed onto their neighbours as they waited for the champion to return to the beginning of the maze. Hogwarts began to glow an orange color as did Dumbledore who stood on a platform in the middle of the audience, facing the maze.

People stopped what they were doing and stared, transfixed as Dumbledore's face began to change. A flash of blue light appeared in front of him, showing Cedric Diggory and Jared Potter lying on the ground. They both groaned and stood up, stopping and staring at Dumbledore as his mouth opened.

Kyrene blinked and looked at Remus who stopped and stared at her, waiting with an eyebrow raised. "I just saw Dumbledore almost die; but then it stopped." She pouted.

Remus chuckled. "You can't always see everything."

Kyrene sighed but nodded. "I guess, but still."

Remus just shook his head and put his hand on her leg, rubbing his thumb in circles on her shin.

"You're horny, aren't you?"

Remus blushed a bright red and started towards the bedroom, ignoring the giggle as Kyrene stood up and followed him.

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It was June, the exams just around the corner, when Luna stopped Jared in the hall. The two of them were alone, nobody walking around and no ghosts; Luna had made sure of that. Jared was on his way to the Gryffindor common room.

"I know how you can help Sirius." Luna said, smiling.

Jared blinked and looked at her. "How?"

"You know Ron's rat, Scabbers?" Luna waited for his nod before continuing. "He's not really a rat. Bring him to Snape or McGonagall; they know the spell. Lupin or Kyrene would know it too. Whoever you can find first."

Jared nodded and watched as she skipped off, humming humpty dumpty as she went. He shook his head, thinking the girl was mighty strange before he headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Not many people were in the common room, most were studying or wandering around outside. There were a few students studying in the corners of the common room, trying to not be distracted by the bright sunlight that was shining in through the windows. Jared passed everyone by and headed up to the third year boys dormitory. None of his roommates were here and he headed towards Ron's bed where Scabbers lay sleeping in his cage on Ron's bed.

Jared looked behind himself quickly before snatching the cage and heading down the stairs and through the portrait hole. He looked around before heading down the stairs, deciding to check the Defence classroom first. He knocked on the door and came in when Kyrene's voice sang out.

"Mr. Potter." She smiled brightly and stood up from the desk she was doodling on. "What can I do for you?" Her blue eyes twinkled as if she knew before.

"Lovegood said you would know the spell." He said, holding the cage up a little higher to show her the rat inside.

"Really?" She giggled. "Of course I do. Lay him on the table and I'll reverse the spell."

Jared nodded, placed the cage down and stepped away from the desk.

"Thank you, Jared. This means a lot to the whole family; one you'll be a part of soon enough."

Jared looked up and smiled back at her.

Kyrene flicked her wand and the cage disappeared leaving Scabbers to start to run on the desk. Kyrene flicked her wand again and Scabbers turned into an aging man with greying hair and balding on top. He was fat, even as a person, and he acted like a rat.

"Kyrene?"

Kyrene smiled up at Remus as she flicked her wand once again and bound Peter Pettigrew.

Remus' eyes widened as he walked down the stairs. "Pettigrew?"

Kyrene nodded and turned to a gobsmacked Jared. "Thank you."

Jared blinked and smiled up at her, nodding. "Can you, not say it was me?" He whispered.

Kyrene nodded. "If that's what you wish; I'll say it was Luna."

Jared sighed and smiled. "Thanks." He mumbled before walking quickly out of the room.

Kyrene smiled after him before turning to Remus who was staring at Pettigrew in anger.

"I can't believe he's alive." Remus muttered.

Kyrene walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, lying her head on his chest.

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Peter Pettigrew Caught!

Yesterday at around four in the afternoon, Kyrene Jonson and Remus Lupin appeared in the Ministry of Magic with a bound Peter Pettigrew with them. Aurors surrounded them and took Pettigrew off their hands as Minister Fudge came into the scene. When asked where they found Pettigrew, Jonson answered.

"Luna Lovegood found him. He was hiding as the Weasley pet, Scabbers and was with their family for twelve years." She had smiled then, as if she knew something else. We all know that the Lovegood's have seer blood in them; but do the Jonson's as well?

The Minister had Pettigrew tested with Veriteserum and Pettigrew said something else of interest. He had said that it was Dumbledore that had attacked and killed the youngest Potter son. Is everything we've ever known wrong? Was the death of Kelly Matthews really Dumbledore's fault?

Jonson had smiled at me and nodded, as if she knew what I wanted to know. I'm inclined to believe her. She had also slipped me a note which said if there were any questions, come at the end of next year. She had said there was some event coming next year; maybe the truth will be known then.

Until then, I'll keep you posted.

Rita Skeeter, the Daily Prophet.

I do hope this wasn't too confusing...