A/N: Ta for the reviews (kittydemon18, WhiteTiger1992, kain-boa, Eldar, wolfprincess09, ghzowy, HRInuyashaFan16, Rebecca Pierson, steph). Here's some drabble to keep you satisfied. I'm considering a sequel to Mudbrains, btw. I'm using this fic to test a few theories of mine that I'll let you know of in a few chapters. Can't have Heisenberg's Law Thingy taking effect and all that.

She looked directly at Harry again, watching his mind think furiously. "Hear me out, Mr Potter. I do not wish to hurt anyone, I just want a chance to tell the other side of the story. The side you never allowed Hermione to tell. Besides, would you want to hex me in front of your sons? Yes, your sons. Hermione never told you she was pregnant, did she? Of course not, you had kicked her out of your life before she had a chance to. And she was a victim as well. Even if you don't believe me when I say who was responsible for the Lust Potions - I admit I don't have proof, just very strong suspicions - I do have proof that she was given a Lust Potion at the same time you were. I don't think the perpetrators planned that you would act on the potion with each other."

"I don't believe you," said Harry.

"I can give your samples of their DNA if you like," said Jane, gesturing with a nod to the cubs. They had got a ball and were busy playing some variant of volleyball with it using Ron as their net.

"Huh?" asked Harry, confused for a moment. "Oh! No, I wasn't talking about that. I meant the Lust Potion."

"What do you think about your sons?" she asked.

Harry looked at the two cubs again. They both had messy black hair with a few orange streaks in them, but they were not identical. Neither had glasses. They also seemed to be hitting their ball into the net quite often.

"I don't know what to think," he said. And honestly, he didn't. "Do they miss their mother?"

"She died when they were young," said Jane. "They don't remember her much. I'm all the mother they know."

"Oh," he said. "Tell me about them."

"They both go to Hogwarts under glamours. They're quite smart, but they seem to have got their grandfather's Maraudering spirit. They ... " She halted, giving him a second look. "I'm not sure I can trust you. If I give you too many details, you'll figure out who they are, and that's bad for their safety. Their mother trusted you and you screwed her."

"Look," sighed Harry, "it was ten years ago. And I never meant to push Hermione away forever. Have you got any proof?"

"You didn't mean to push her away? Really? You just stood aside as all the Weasleys pushed her away. You didn't look over your wife's shoulders as she sent my cousin Howlers telling her to stay away from you? You cast away the letters she sent you telling you she was pregnant?"

"What?" asked Harry, shocked. "I didn't know -"

"Face it, Potter. Your adopted family has kept too many secrets from you. Your wife lied to you. I don't expect you to believe me, of course. But when you go home, ask them."

Harry shook his head adamantly. "You're lying."

"Alright," she replied, unfazed. "Why don't we just ask your friend Ron? With Veritaserum?"

"No!"

"Don't be silly, Potter. We'll Obliviate him afterwards if I'm wrong. And if I'm right, well, you decide."

He shook his head, but it was clear that he was considering it.

"Alright, don't do it for me. Do it for Jane. Before that incident, did she ever betray you? Do this for the girl who spent hundreds of hours looking for spells to help you, the girl who helped you save Sirius from the Dementors, for the girl who trained you with Summoning spells for your First Task against the Horntail, for the girl who started the DA for you and placed Skeeter in Azkajar. And helped you on the Horcrux Hunt. And ..."

"Fine! I'll do it!"

She grinned, punched a hand in the air and disappeared into her cabin.

Harry took the opportunity to look at the two tiger cubs who were - allegedly - his. They had already left their little game and were both looking at him stonily. One of them snarled a bit. He fought down the instinct to go for his wand, having seen how quickly they had taken down his friend. It was clear that whatever they had been told of him wasn't particularly complimentary.

One of them turned back into a boy. He was naked for a moment, and then the clothes he had been wearing earlier materialized onto him. He was still barefoot though, and Harry noted that both his hands and feet were human, though they were, like much of the rest of him, a pale brown-orange.

"Hello," said Harry slowly.

"Hello, father," said the boy. He said it like a curse.

"Brian Granger!" yelled Jane, coming out of her house holding a vial of transparent liquid. "You leave your father alone!"

"Mum!" he moaned. Harry looked at Jane quickly, before recalling that she had said that Jane had died so long ago that the boys saw Jane as their mother. He also noticed that while Brian had Jane distracted, Chris had changed back into a boy and had taken over the job of glaring at his father.

"Come on, Potter," said Jane. She pointed her wand at Ron. "Enervate. Petrificus Totalus." Harry winced at the betrayed look that Ron cast him. Jane efficiently pulled his friend's head back and dropped three drops under his tongue. "Care to start the interrogation, Potter?"

Harry sighed, and asked Ron the basic opening starter questions. Satisfied by his answers, he gestured to Jane to take over. She stepped forward.

"Did you know of anyone involved with ever subjecting Hermione Granger to a Lust or Love Potion or magical coercion of any kind?"

Ron clearly struggled for a second or two before answering affirmatively. Harry's eyes widened.

"Were you involved?"

"Yes."

"When Hermione Granger slept with Harry Potter, was she under magical coercion?"

"Yes."

"Who gave it to her?"

"My mother."

"Did you and Ginevra Weasley know of it?"

"Yes."

"Was Harry Potter ever given any form of magical coercion since to have positive romantic feelings towards Ginevra Weasley?"

"Yes."

"Is Harry Potter currently any form of magical coercion to remain with Ginevra Potter?"

"No."

"Did you or anyone you know interfere with, or discourage in any way, Hermione Granger's attempts to communicate with Harry Potter after she slept with him?"

"Yes."

Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, Main Branch, Diagon Alley

"Eye of Newt."

"Here."

PLOP!

"Don't drop it in, Fred!"

"Porcupine quills."

"Here."

Plop.

"Blood of a virgin rabbit."

"Here."

Plip plip plip.

"Peanut butter sandwich."

"Go make your own, Weasley."

Fred and George looked over at the cauldron, which was a pale shade of vomit green. Experienced Potions brewers as they were, they were well past the gag reflex.

There was a ring from the front of the shop. Apparently someone had arrived there asking the front door staff for them. Fred stepped up to the charmed Barbie doll that was used as an intercom.

"Gred here."

"Hey Fred," said a crackly voice through the doll's unmoving lips. "It's Harry. Get up here, he looks a right state."

"We'll be there," he said, as his twin already vanished with a crack. Fred cast a stasis charm on the cauldron and followed suit.

Jane walked purposefully on the main street of Felixity, the primary Felician city in Ireland. With her were Brian and Chris, who were arguing incessantly. Not that she was listening.

"Control your tail, Bee, it's wagging like a bloody dog's!"

"You Hexed it! It's not recovered yet!"

"Then why is it trying to pick my pocket?"

"Coz my hands are occupied, occupying my pockets!"

"Bro, you're a ..."

"Shush, the two of you!" hissed Jane suddenly, breaking out of her reverie. Her sons looked at each other with an amused glint. They had been worried about her ever since their father had turned up. She had gone into one of her introspective moods again and they had to get her out of it. "You're behaving positively canine!"

They put on their best abashed expressions. Had she been her normal self, she wouldn't have believed them for a moment. For now, she couldn't care less.

"Right," she said, "you two go and explore. I'll meet you here in three hours. Alright?"

"Mum," Brian pleaded, "please don't go drinking again!"

She could see Chris next to him, nodding vigorously. She sighed. "Look, I feel like shit. I need a bloody drink. Just - just go, alright?" She turned and headed towards one of the bars in town. Her sons watched in dismay.

In public, Brian was the twin who did the talking, the assertive twin, while Chris provided backup. In private though, his brother was usually in charge, even if Brian still did most of the talking. So it was no surprise when Brian turned to Chris with a What Do We Do Now? expression.

"Alyx," said Chris after a couple of moments. "We get Aunt Alyx here."