A/N: I'm going to skip ahead, as there would not be too much to cover, I hope no one's upset, but I really couldn't come up with much to fill in those spots.

The next few months went by with hardly any problems; Voldemort had attacked Lily and James again. They escaped, but just barely with their lives. It was in the middle of December, when the group of friends got together once more. This time, all three of the girls were pregnant. They couldn't wait, well, Heather, who knew what being pregnant was like hoped it would be a little different this time. The Healers had told them that Heather's due date would approximately be around July 15, Lily's and Hermione's however, were toward the end of July. They all celebrated, and felt that Christmas this year, had indeed been one of the best times of the year.

At exactly midnight of the following July 15, Heather Black went into labor once more. The baby was another little girl, which they named Elizabeth Jane Black. She was 20 inches long and weighed roughly about the same as her sister did when she was born. Maria, seeing that Elizabeth was getting all the attention decided to make a fuss about it.

"I don' wanna lit'l sis'er!" She screamed. (She had started talking around 8 months old, around the same time she had learned to walk without falling down. Heather had been told several times, that Maria was very advanced in her mind for her age.) She ran out the door to the hospital room, and took off down the hall. (A/N: Apparently, I did that when my little sister was born, I was about 1 and a half years old though. I was an older brother who got what he wanted when he wanted it. Except this time. She's still around to bug me.) Sirius had to go chasing after her, and found her down the hall.

"Why don't you want a little sister? I thought you said you wanted one." He said.

"Ev'rybody fo'get me now." She said.

"No, no one's going to forget you, you little mongrel." He said, "You make too much noise to be forgotten."

"O'." She said. Sirius inwardly chuckled at his daughters look on her face.

"Come on, let's go see Mommy and Elizabeth now, okay."

"Ok." She answered. They made their way back down the hall and into Heather's room. Maria slowly made her way over to the bed, and looked at her little sister, who was sleeping in their mother's arms.

"'Lizabet', it me M'ria." Maria said. When the baby didn't do anything she looked at her parents.

"She's sleeping, so I'm going to have to put her in the bed the nursery provided." Heather said slowly so that Maria would understand.

"Come on, sweetie; let's go get something to eat."

"Yay! Food!"

"Well that's something she inherited from her father, she'll eat anything given to her, and she is anxious to eat whenever food is mentioned." Heather said. She gave her husband a weak hug and kiss and Sirius picked up Maria and put her on his shoulders. They walked out of the room.

"We've got to get home, Lily's already worried enough as it is." James said. When his sister looked at him questioningly.

"The baby's fine, its just, well, a couple of weeks ago, Dumbledore was looking into a replacement for the Divination teacher who quit this last year, and was interviewing a Seer. He told us that she apparently had no trace of the gift, except for when he turned to leave."

"She made a prophecy, didn't she?"

"Yeah, it goes something like this, The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." James said. "Don't tell Dumbledore that I told you it, he wants it kept secret, because a Death Eater heard part of the prophecy, but was ejected from the building before he could hear the whole thing."

"So Voldemort knows part of the prophecy." James nodded. "It's either, mine and Lily's baby, Frank and Alice Longbottom's, or Remus and Hermione's." Heather looked solemn.

"If there is anything you need, bro, let us know."

"Is the old summer retreat still unoccupied?"

"Yeah, you are the one that owns it as you are Head of the Potter family." James nodded, "Lily and I have been thinking about relocating, hopefully somewhere Voldemort won't find us. Hopefully he doesn't know of the summer retreat, Wormtail might have told him though."

"I think the Fidelius Charm might be the perfect idea if he has, because without being told by the Secret-Keeper, he wouldn't remember."

"Lily and I don't like the idea of going into hiding, but if he comes after us, that may be our only choice. We don't want our kid to grow up not knowing other kids his age." James said. Then giving his sister a hug, walked out of the room. Heather sat alone for a few minutes, thinking about what James had told her. Just as she heard the door opened, something of a memory surfaced.

In this memory, something odd was going on. A young black-haired boy, that looked a lot like James, was sitting in front of the desk in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was sitting on the other side. He had just sat down from probably looking at something, she noticed a lot of the things in his office were on the ground broken.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The boy said, "It . . . did that mean . . . what did that mean?"

"It meant," said Dumbledore, "That the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."

"It means—me?"

"The odd thing is, Harry," Now she had a name to the face that was so much like her brother. "that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll's prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Pheonix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

"But then . . . but then, why was it my name on the prophecy and not Neville's?"

"The official record was relabled after Voldemort's attack on you as a child. IT seemed plain to the keeper of the Hall of Prophecy that Voldemort could only have tried to kill you because he knew you to be the one to whom Sibyll was referring."

"Then—it might not be me?"

"I am afraid, "Dumbledore said looking with pain, "that there is no doubt that it is you."

"But you said—Neville was born at the end of July too—and his mum and dad—"

"You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort. . . . Voldemort himself would 'mark him as his equal.' And so he did, Harry. He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse."

"But he might have chosen wrong!" said Harry. "He might have marked the wrong person!"

"He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him. And notice this, Harry. He chose, not the pureblood (which, according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing), but the half-blood like himself. He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with the scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, but gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but four times so far—something that neither you parents, nor Neville's parents, ever achieved."

The two continued talking; discussing how Voldemort's information was incomplete, and that neither could live while the other survives.

(The above information came from Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, pages 841-842)

Suddenly as if she had shaken herself awake, she sat up in the hospital bed. Sirius was in the chair next to the bed, trapped beneath Maria, who was sound asleep.

"Are you alright, honey?" She asked. He jumped slightly at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah, Maria fell asleep not too long ago, I was going to take her to James and Lily's but, I decided to wait and see if she wanted to go there to stay a few nights."

"Sirius, I . . . I've been having those dreams again, only they're more like memory's instead of stuff looking like the future, yet it was the future at the same time."

"I'll wait to talk about this till you are recovered, I've been doing some research ever since Maria was born, and I think my results may be right."

"Okay, you doing research, something has gone wrong." She laughed weakly. He however kept a straight face.

"Its not funny, I just wanted to find out what was going on with you, and well, it got a little more than just looking into something."

Elizabeth and Heather came home from the hospital around the end of the week. Maria, who wanted to surprise her Mommy, made her a card with some help from Sirius; she wasn't old enough to try it on her own.

"MOMMY!" screamed Maria as Heather walked in the door. Heather bent down and hugged her daughter. Sirius walked into the hallway covered in finger paint, Maria decided decorating him would be more fun than decorating the card. James, who had brought her and Elizabeth home, stepped inside and set Heather's stuff down on the floor.

"Well, I guess we'll see you later sis, Lily says she's having the odd feeling that the baby will be here in the next week or so." She gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"We'll see you in a few days, tell Lily I said hi." When James nodded, and disapparated, she turned back to her small family.

"Well, what a spot we've gotten into Sirius." She said. He laughed.

"We'll get through it somehow."

July 31, both Lily and Hermione went into labor. A few hours later, Harry James Potter was born to his proud parents. Hermione gave birth to twins, Emily Sephrea, the middle name in honor of her twin sister, who was missing and presumed dead; and Matthew John, John after Remus' middle name.

Two months later, Lily and James informed the Blacks that they were taking over the summer house for the time being, until it was determined safe for them to leave the house. The move took a little over two weeks, as they had to move all of Harry's things, and had to pack everything as well.

Heather and Sirius left their two children with Remus and Hermione who were busy enough to not be able to come to the Order meeting. Dumbledore, had called an emergency meeting and requested all members of the Order of the Phoenix to assemble in his office at Hogwarts.

"Ahem." He said clearing his throat. "You are all probably wondering why it was that I called this meeting. One of my contacts, and I will not say who it was for their own safety, has informed me that Voldemort seems to have more knowledge of where our members live and our routines. I would be guessing that he has somehow planted a spy within us. I have not been able to figure out who the spy is, but I am slowly moving the numbers down. I might have a closer guess by our next meeting."

"So have everyone in the Order show you their arms and check for the Dark Mark." Sirius said.

"I feel like that might be the best choice, however, I cannot do that, people would have to be willing to show me their arms."

"I'll do it." Came from just about every person in the room, wanting to prove their loyalty.

"No, I actually have a good guess as to which group of people to limit the spy is from."

"Okay, so are we done, Heather and I have to get back to Remus and Hermione's where our kids are at." Sirius said.

"Very well, I call this meeting to an end." People started filing out. "Sirius, would you and Heather please stay behind." Looking worried they waited until everyone was gone before approaching the desk.

"What did you need Albus?"

"I didn't want to say it in front of the whole group, but I think Pettigrew is somehow getting into our meeting places, and spying on us using his rat form. I think you would be best to contact the rest of your friends and let them know to be on the lookout as you all know Pettigrew's rat form very well."

"We'll let them know, Headmaster, we'll see you next week at the Order meeting."

"I'll see you then." They left his office, and hurried down to Hogsmeade, so that they could Apparate to the Lupin's. Upon arriving at Hogsmeade, Sirius had to stop and buy some candy for himself, even though he said he was going to share it with Maria, Heather knew she was a little too young to be eating candy.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, Heather and Sirius felt it best to let the rest of them know a couple of days later. Sirius, however, finally decided to tell his wife what he had been researching.

"Sirius, could you take Maria up to bed, I'll put Elizabeth in her crib." Heather said, stifling a yawn. He could tell she was tired, but he didn't want to put this off for another day. About a half-an-hour later, they both sat down next to each other in their sitting room, it had become an informal room after Maria decided to decorate it for her Mommy. Sitting next to her with his hands brushing through her hair, he finally decided to start.

"Honey, you remember how I told you I had been researching how you arrived at Hogwarts and such right?"

"Yeah, what did you find out?"

"Well, you did apparate, but that was because Hogwarts allowed you too. She somehow recognized you, and I think I know why."

"Why?"

"I think, you ended up coming from the future, a future where you quite possibly were allowed to apparate onto Hogwarts grounds." Heather nodded briefly, before remembering her sorting.

"Well, it would be nice to say that's its nice to see you again, but I shouldn't be seeing you for about 16 years." a voice had said in her mind, "Yes, even with what the Headmaster has done, I can still read your mind, hmm, lets see where to sort you."

"Heather are you okay?"

"Sirius, the Sorting Hat knew, it told me itself, that it shouldn't have been seeing me for 16 years. That would put it . . ."

"Eleven years from September the first of 1991." Sirius said, "What else did it say?"

"That even with what Dumbledore had done to my memories; it could still read my mind."

"So, you came from the future, and Dumbledore did something like repressing your memories, like a Memory Charm but a lot more sophisticated, and it didn't erase them completely. What if he did this so he could work on a way to send you back to the future?"

"Seems possible, but I . . ." She cut off her sentence at her husbands look.

"I would love you still, besides, would you want to go back to the future?"

"I love it here, and I feel like this is where I actually belong, but I don't know seeing as I can't remember what my actual name was."

"Well, Heather would have to be it, as before Dumbledore even saw you, you told us your name was Heather." She knew by us, he meant her brother, him, Remus, and the rat Pettigrew. "But even then, something must have happened to you." Heather sat up suddenly as what seemed like another memory hit her.

This time, she landed inside a dark room, and as she looked around, Heather noticed Death Eaters lined up against the wall.

"Why should I tell you? You've tried to kill me and you failed, why should I ruin the chance that I might not exist at all to stop you. You'll find out my name soon enough."A grown man shouted, at the man on the chair, Heather gasped as she noticed it was Voldemort he was shouting at.

"Insolent brat, I know of a way for you to tell me information. Gritio Verducto!" Voldemort screamed. The man, who apparently wasn't expecting this, failed to dodge the sky-blue flash of light that knocked him off his feet. He looked at Voldemort and opened his mouth to say that nothing had happened, when she noticed that his hair now reached his shoulders.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you notice already, now tell me the information I want, or I will not remove the curse."

"What exactly did you curse me with?" asked Harry in a lighter voice. Heather quickly took a look at the man who had been cursed. He now looked, well, just like her, just like she did when she had first been introduced to the Wizarding world.

She sat up on the couch, and looked at her husband.

"Sirius, I . . . before I came back in time, I think I used to be a man, but Voldemort changed that to try and get me to tell him information about the future." He even looked surprised at that.

"I don't know what to say to that? What incantation did he use? I'll put my wand down and you can write it so that it won't activate easily." She grabbed a quill and parchment, writing down the two words that she remembered, Gritio Verducto. Seeing these words, apparently rung a bell in Sirius' mind.

"He didn't invent that spell, James, Remus, Peter and I found it in the Hogwarts library, unless he wrote the book it was in, which I doubt. He probably found that spell, and was waiting for the right moment to use it."

"And he used it on me. What does it do exactly?"

"It turns the target into a female, fully, until the counter-curse was said. The rest of the page was ripped off, but it did have the counter curse, but not the conditions for it to work. We decided against using it, upon reading the chance of mispronouncing it would cause the spell to backfire, and where we didn't know the conditions for the counter curse, we just left the book alone."

"I see, so, he apparently hasn't been able to find me, or just doesn't want to bother with me."

"I think so."

Miles away on the rolling hills in the country surrounding Hogsmeade, a lone figure appeared out of nowhere, the figure, apparently awaiting someone, was nervously shaking, and moments later, a quick white bolt of light, hit him disarming him.

"Don't kill me!" he begged of the person who had disarmed him.

"I have no intention of doing that; now what message does Lord Voldemort have for me tonight."

"There is nothing, I came of my own accord!" the man said.

"Really now Severus, do you expect me to believe that?"

"The prophecy . . ."

"Yes, how much did you relay to Voldemort?"

"Everything, everything I heard."

"Why did you come here tonight?"

"The Dark Lord, he thinks the prophecy means, he thinks it means Lily Evans."

"The prophecy did not speak of a woman . . ."

"You know what I mean; he thinks it means her son. Please save her . . ."

"You only wish for her, you do not care if her husband or her son live?"

"Protect her, them all, please, I'll do anything!"

Albus Dumbledore returned to his office after his short meeting with Severus Snape. He had promised the man he would do everything in his power to protect the Potters, in return Severus would take over as Potions teacher in the fall, as he told Dumbledore Voldemort had wanted him to do. Severus would also spy on Voldemort for Dumbledore. He would give his information in private to Dumbledore, who in turn would spread it throughout the Order. With Sirius, and James in the Order, he figured it wasn't wise to formally induct Snape into the Order, at least not yet.

Fawkes, who had watched his friend with what seemed like a look of curiosity flew over and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Fawkes, my old friend, I am worried about everything. With what I was told 5 years ago, I knew who Voldemort would choose, but how to prevent Lily and James from dying, it doesn't make sense." Fawkes trilled as though to say something.

"Very well thought out, that's what this needs to be. We do not want to risk another Tom Riddle type of thing."

Heather sat awake in bed mulling over her latest dream. If she had been a man, who had she been, it would seem that the barriers Dumbledore had put up apparently were weakening, and the memories leaking more information. She tried to put this with the other dreams, or memories. The man, who she apparently had been, looked a lot like her brother, but yet different, at the same time.

"Looks like it's time to find out which book this was, that they found this spell in, Voldemort probably was the one who ripped out the part with the counter curse requirements. So I guess I'll need to find out what the requirements are, and then I'll have to make a choice as to whether or not I want to stay or not." She said softly. She laid down, and Sirius who was still awake, put his arm around her to cuddle with her.

It was roughly a year later, and Heather was pregnant once more, both her and Sirius having forgotten about the whole time travel thing. They still thought about it, but it seemed that she was not going to go back. October came around, and Dumbledore finally found out that despite his anti-Animagi wards, they were still being spied upon, Pettigrew, it seemed might have not been using his Animagus form after all, if it was him at all. Voldemort had decided to hunt the Potter's down, having finally deciphered that he should kill the Potter boy and then he would have no resistance in the future. It was the night of the 20th when Dumbledore dropped by and suggested they use the Fidelius charm. Hermione who had been acting strangely, surprised them by suggesting her as the secret-keeper. James' first choice had been Sirius.

"I'd love to James, but I think Voldemort might suspect me being the Secret-keeper, or your sister for that matter, he might suspect Remus and Hermione, but I'm not so sure, and you heard Dumbledore, he would be your secret-keeper. Besides we'll be next door, if anything happens."

"All right, then, I guess we'll need to use Hermione, she seems to want to do it, I think she's begun to feel useless to everyone, so she wants to prove herself."

"Alright, Hermione," Sirius said, "He's going to allow it, but you must give me and Heather the address at least, so that at the first sign of trouble, we can get over here to help." When the woman nodded, they began to cast the Fidelius Charm, well Dumbledore did anyway.

October 31 crept up on them so fast; they didn't know it was even Halloween when they awoke. Maria who was now two wanted to go trick-or treating, a Muggle concept that Heather really liked, as the orphanage she remembered had done something of a trick-or-treat every year. Heather woke up early that morning, due to a slight headache. She had walked into the bathroom to take a headache potion and suddenly felt light headed. She sat down to clear her head, but the moment she did, she saw images fly past her eyes. She saw her nephew, abused and starved, locked in a tiny room, at first she was horrified that Lily and James would do that to a child. The next image she saw her nephew a few years down the road. He was standing in front of a snake's tank, hissing. He somehow was a Parslemouth. The next was of him seeing Hagrid, who handed him his Hogwarts letter. Images continued to fly past; finally arriving at the day she had arrived at Hogwarts the first time.

""Before you say anything, I just want to explain . . ."

"Explain what, my dear?"

"I would guess I was out for a bit, but apparently, I time-traveled, right into Tom Riddle's headquarters."

"Time-traveled you say, well, that is an interesting predicament . . ."

"Not only that, but he used a spell, that apparently he created, and used me to test it."

"You seem fine . . ."

"I'm not supposed to be this way, you see, I sort of was a 36 year old man before he tried this curse. Just after I found out what he did I somehow Apparated out of his headquarters, into the Hogwarts grounds. Maybe it's because in my own time, I could break through any ward at any time."

"What was your name?"

"My name . . . was Harry James Potter."

"Well, that was an interesting turn of events, any relation to James Potter . . . and do you remember the spell?" Heather tried as she might, but she couldn't remember the spell.

"No sir, I cannot."

"I see, does Voldemort know your true identity?"

"No, that was one of the things I managed to keep from him, but the reason I Apparated, was that he was wearing my mental shields down, and quick."

"Impressive, now, you are inexperienced with that body, as I can tell, the spell not only changed you, but it changed your clothes as well. I assume that you already have a cover story?"

"I was just making one up, and apparently, Voldemort did attack the orphanage he was raised in earlier right?"

"Yes, he did."

"Well, I told the Marauders that I was at an orphanage, and that I had been assaulted by some people wearing strange masks."

"They said Death Eaters."

"Naturally, sir, Voldemort is gaining strength, but he loses it on the night of October 31, 1981, when I, as a baby, defeat him for the first of 5 different times. The final time killing him, in what would have been my seventh year.""

"Oh god, October 31, that's today!" she said. She walked out of the bathroom, and shook her husband awake; who she now knew was once her godfather. As she was in the bathroom, the entire system Dumbledore had set up holding those memories at bay had broke, and she now knew that she was now her own aunt, which she found quite odd, and a temporal paradox, as they had already eliminated Pettigrew from the equation.

"Mmph, mmph." A young woman struggled against the gag. She had been gagged the previous night, when she had tried to escape using magic. Albeit it was wandless and not very strong as she had not been working on it for very long. For all she knew it had been a year since she had been kidnapped while walking toward the store.

"Oh, God, not this, Albus promised me he would take care of them." A worried voice said. The woman recognized the voice. She looked up into the eyes of Severus Snape. Upon hearing the word Albus, she immediately let him read her mind.

"Hermione Lupin, Dumbledore said that you were the secret-keeper for Potter, how is it that you ended up here?" He removed the gag.

"What are you talking about, when did this happen?"

"Eleven days ago. But . . ."

"I've been here since August, some bitch Death Eater is taking the Polyjuice, I didn't recognize the voice. You've got to warn Dumbledore, please, if she became secret-keeper, then Voldemort is probably already going after them. If only Polyjuice didn't change the scent of the user. Remus would have known in a heartbeat."

"Well, I can't help you out directly, but after I get this information to Albus, I will try and get you out, just work on those ropes around your wrists. I'll be back as soon as I can, we'll try to stage it as though you overpowered me somehow, and got my wand, and knocked me unconscious." Snape left the room and Hermione backed into the corner once more.

"Headmaster, we have a major problem." Snape said striding into the office. Dumbledore looked up from his desk.

"What is it?"

"The Hermione Lupin that was made secret-keeper isn't the real one, it's a Death Eater, I've just seen the real one, she's a mess, she's been in there since August, they've needed her for the potion, so she was kept alive, we've got to get them to a safer place, and do not tell the Lupins, I am going to try and get her out of the dungeons she's in."

"What have we done?" Dumbledore said, the moment Snape had left.