Heather and Sirius arrived in an airport in New York, at about the same time the attack was orchestrated on the house. They soon found themselves a hotel to stay in so they could enjoy the time they had. They had just started unpacking, however, when a stag Patronus flew in from the outside.
"Attack on home, don't worry, we're all fine, do not reply." came James' voice. Heather, who had dropped her stuff at that, did start to worry.
"Sirius, what if that was Voldemort that attacked, they must have waited till we left."
"The thing is, how did they know we were leaving today?" Sirius asked, "The only ones who knew, were your brother, Lily, Remus, Peter, Hermione, and Dumbledore." They sat on their bed for a while thinking it over.
"I haven't exactly trusted Peter lately, do you think . . ."
"Nah, I don't think he would have done something intentionally, he's one of us, the Marauders."
"Thing is, Sirius, I don't know if the Marauders will survive this war, what if it will be our time?" Sirius' face fell, he knew she was thinking about the dreams she had. When he heard she had been having dreams of a possible future, it looked like she might have been a Seer, but Dumbledore checked her, and she wasn't one.
"Heather, sweetie, don't ever think that, keep on hoping, and sometimes, hope is just what we need. Maybe that's all we need. Oh well, let's finish unpacking, and then we'll be off to tour the city." They finished unpacking in silence, and just as they were about to leave, Heather stopped and pulled out her wand. Sirius moved to stop her.
"Sirius, I'm just putting up a ward to let us know if anyone tries to get in here, we have too many things that we don't want stolen; or discovered by Muggles." Sirius had to agree with her on that, and a few minutes later, she finished and put her wand away.
"So, where to, my dear wife?" Sirius said. Both of their stomachs growled, reminding them that they had conveniently forgotten breakfast. Embarrassed, they headed down to the restaurant that the hotel had built into it.
"Hey guys, I think I found the perfect one, and it's in a Wizarding community too." Lily said. After things had calmed down, they had returned to Potter Manor to continue what they had been working on. Finding the newlyweds a house to live in. James ran into the room almost immediately, and looked at the enlarged ad.
"Godric's Hollow? Number 2? That's next door to Potter family summer retreat, where we would go when we got bored during the summer." He said after reading the ad. They looked at each other for a moment.
"It's good." They both said.
"I'll go talk to the real estate agent, and get ready to buy it; I should have enough, seeing as I really didn't want to touch the Family Vaults.
"Vaults?"
"Inheritance, really old family lines, that sort of thing, so, let's go talk to them, and get this place bought for my sister." James said. He stood up and winced, as he still hurt a little from the torture. Lily wrote the address down of the place that was selling it, and they walked out the front door. With a pop, they were both gone.
"So, do you think Lily was actually looking at apartments for her, or something else?" Sirius asked. They had finished breakfast, and were out exploring the city. They had visited several of the famous places in New York, such as Times Square, the Empire State Building, and even the Statue of Liberty. Of course it was all easy when they could apparate, but now they were just strolling down the sidewalks, careful not to bump into anybody, as New York, as they soon learned, was a busy area, from sun-up to sun-down.
"Can't say for sure, she has perfected it so that she can lie, and get away with it. So I couldn't tell you. Too bad we can't use our Animagus forms here; people would call the dog catchers on us."
"Or the bird watchers in your other form's case. They'd love to see a phoenix, though they'd probably think someone was projecting it, not that it was actually real." Sirius said, "So where to tomorrow?"
"How about we start heading west, maybe finish up our tour in California?" Heather said, "But first let's go to Miami, and then we'll decide from there." They walked down an alley, careful to make sure they were in the clear, before popping back to the hotel to get their dinner, and a good nights rest. Well, maybe a good nights rest.
The next morning, Heather was up before the sun was, surprisingly, but then she figured it might have been jetlag, where they were used to sleeping till 7, it was five hours behind here, so she woke up about 2. She had tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the fact that she had gotten her usual amount of sleep deprived her of the chance. So she got up and started a plan for where they were going to go that day. It wasn't a half-an-hour after she started that her husband was up and roaming about.
James and Lily had successfully bought Number 2 Godric's Hollow, and now were planning to outfit it to its potential. They decided to do one room at a time, and so had started with the Master Bedroom. They purchased a nice bed for the couple, and a couple of dressers. Lily got Heather a nice vanity to get herself ready for the day, and James got Sirius, what else, a bunch of pranking items. They called for a couple of house-elves to help them set the room up.
"Yes, Master Potter, and Mistress Evans?" the first elf said as he popped near them.
"Pipsy, would you and Wipthy please help us set up this room for Heather and Sirius?" James asked. Both elves looked overjoyed at that, and immediately set to the room. Within about an hour the whole room was set up and ready to go.
"Anything else Master and Mistress?"
"Not today, but we'll be working on another room tomorrow, at about the same time, " James said, "Let's go back to Potter Manor, Remus and Hermione will probably be worried about us by now, if not having sent out a search party for us." With a few loud CRACKs they found themselves inside of the Potter ancestral home. Just as expected, they could hear frantic voices.
". . . Hermione, it just not like Lily to leave a note or something when she's gone somewhere."
"Remus, please, I'm sure they're okay, I heard someone apparate into the house. It could be them." Hermione's voice sounded. James and Lily were both silently laughing. Only a few seconds later, Remus and Hermione barged into the room.
"AND JUST WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?" Hermione yelled.
"We just secured a house for Heather and Sirius, and were moving furniture into it." James said like it answered everything.
"I thought this was a group thing?"
"Well, we just went and got them their bedroom stuff, so tomorrow we're going to get another room's worth and you guys can help." James said before being smacked by Lily. He quickly ran from the room, and hid in an adjacent room.
Back in America, Sirius and Heather soon ran into a problem. The muggle manager of the hotel they were staying at was beginning to wonder what was keeping the maids from entering the room to clean it. When he confronted them about it, they began to worry.
"Mr. and Mrs. Black, I'm sorry to bother you but it seems that the maids of this hotel cannot get into your room to clean it, they try to enter and are thrown backwards from the doorway, as if by magic, I have promised them that the situation will be taken care of soon."
"Well, um," Sirius was relieved when the power went out and the familiar sound of Apparation sounded. When the lights turned back on, however, about 30 American Aurors had their wands pointed at them. The manager seemed frightened and hid behind Sirius.
"We were notified by an anonymous source that magic was being preformed in front of muggles, and it led us to here, care to explain?"
"Well, you see, we're from England, and we didn't know what crime was like here, and we were just coming from a world that is filled with fear and we just were being cautious, especially if one of the Death Eaters followed us here."
"Death Eaters?" the Auror who spoke had his head turned to the side.
"Let's go somewhere secure, and that ward only prevents people with intentions of stealing our stuff or harming us from entering." With several pops, the Aurors started disapparated, several remained to wipe the memory of the incident from the Muggles, Sirius and Heather went with the Auror who had spoken.
Upon arriving in Auror Headquarters, Sirius and Heather were immediately sat down and questioned, as the American Ministry of Magic had not heard from the British one from quite a while.
"Who are these Death Eaters, you were talking about?"
"You don't know?" Sirius said. The Head Auror shook his head, "We haven't heard from the British Ministry since World War II. So we are spare on the details."
"Well, around 6 years ago, a homicidal maniac who likes to refer to himself as Lord Voldemort, started murdering people left and right, at first, there were small disappearances, but about a year after that he proclaimed to the British Wizarding World that he would kill anyone who stood in his way of conquering the whole country. He claims that only pureblood wizards deserve to live, and that muggleborns should be exterminated, along with Muggles. The Whole of the Wizarding World there is in fear and most won't even speak his proclaimed name, but I'm sure Albus Dumbledore knows what his real name is, since I think he taught Transfiguration at the time Voldemort was in school." Sirius said. Heather felt a pain in her forehead and suddenly she slumped sideways.
Heather woke up in a sort of brownish version of Hogwarts. She walked around for a bit before catching sight of Aurors who were carrying a body. 'When had someone died in Hogwarts?' Heather thought. She walked up to them to talk and when she tried to tap their shoulder her hand went right through them. She soon caught sight of what looked like a twelve year old boy that was her color, he seemed to be watching another boy who looked like the rest of the place, the older boy was watching the Aurors take away the body, suddenly a voice spoke and everyone jumped.
"What are you doing out of bed Tom?" the voice of Albus Dumbledore said. The older boy looked up to see the older wizard.
"I had to speak to Professor Dippet." was all Tom said.
"Don't be out too late; it is very dangerous especially in these times." Dumbledore left towards what looked like the Transfiguration classroom. Tom however had other ideas as he walked toward the dungeons and passed the opening to the Slytherin Common Room, where Lily, Hermione, Haley, and she had waited for Snape back in their fifth year. Heather supposed that no one could hear her or the younger boy. They entered the dungeon that was presently used as the Potions classroom. Minutes later, a surely younger but familiar voice of Hagrid sounded.
"C'mon . . . gotta get yeh outta here. . . . C'mon now . . . in the box . . ." Tom jumped the corner and they saw Hagrid trying to seal a crate.
"Evening Rebeus," Tom said.
"What yer doin' down here, Tom?" Tom stepped closer to the boy Hagrid, and Heather followed.
"It's all over; I'm going to have to turn you in, Rubeus. They're talking about closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop."
"What d'yeh –"
"I don't think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters don't make good pets. I suppose you just let it out for exercise and –"
"It never killed no one!"
"Come on Rubeus, the dead girls parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do it make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered. . . ."
"It wasn't him! He wouldn'! He never!"
"Stand aside." Tom used a spell and a large hairy creature flew out of the box and scurried away, but now before Heather got a look at it, it was an acromantula. The dream suddenly shifted, and showed the same twelve-year old boy staring at the boy from the other dream.
. . . "Well, how is it that you – a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent – managed to defeat the greatest sorcerer of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"
"Why do you care how I escaped?" the twelve year old boy said. "Voldemort was after your time. . . ."
"Voldemort," Tom said, "is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter. . . ." Tom pulled a wand from his pocket, and wrote words in the air. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, he waved the wand, and the words rearranged themselves, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. Heather gasped, and she felt a tugging on her side, as she was lifted up out of the dream.
"Heather, please wake up sweetie." Sirius was saying. He continued this for a few minutes, and then she began to stir. Suddenly, she shot up, and started panting. She shuddered, and looked to her husband for answers, that he didn't have.
"Sirius, I . . . I don't know exactly what happened, but it was like I was viewing memories, I saw a Pensieve memory of sorts that showed the reason for Hagrid's expulsion. Then I saw Voldemort, in a teenage body, and he wanted answers from a twelve year old boy named Harry. He wrote his name up in the air. Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he rearranged it to I am Lord Voldemort."
"Shush, you were just asleep, nothing happened, it was just a dream."
"No Sirius it wasn't, as soon as we get back to England, I'm going straight to Dumbledore to find out what the heck is going on." She firmly said. He backed away in fright. Power was spilling off of her in huge quantities. "It was something you said and suddenly I was asleep. I can tell that much, but this was just like those other dreams. Only it was more memory like."
"Let's enjoy our honeymoon, it won't last forever you know." He said. He turned to the Aurors to ask for them to excuse them, but the Aurors had fled from the room at the sight of her power. They walked out of the room, and headed to a safe disapparation point.
A/N: Sorry, but I felt that I needed to stop it there, DO you think it was good having that particular set of memories surface? It'll still be a couple of years before she gets the whole picture and realizes who she once was, but there will be more Voldemort, Snape, and the whole crew of the Maruader's before then. As for the whole incident with the Aurors, it seems more likely that the British Ministry of Magic would keep out of touch for a while with stuff that they think they can handle, but they really can't. Hence why Voldemort almost took over England at this time. So the Americans wouldn't know what was going on in England until it was too late and they wouldn't be able to help.