Disclaimer: I don't own this. Unfortunately, because if I DID own this, this would be the books, and instead of the series ending at Deathly Hallows, I would write the story of Lily and James/the rest of the Marauders. Oh, and maybe the story of the Founders as well… If you really like Founder fics, I suggest Tale of a Time Long Gone by Star of the North. You might not agree with the pairings (GG/RR and HH/SS) but it works well in the story… Anyway, here is the chapter (finally)! Sorry I took so long.

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---Twenty-Seven Years Before---

"Can you hear me?" A man's voice slowly drifted into the foggy mists of Sienna's mind.

"Er… sure?" Sienna replied hesitantly.

"Good, looks like the spell's working. My name is Harry Potter."

Sienna frowned in her sleep. "Right." She snorted. "And I'm Gandalf the Grey."

"My name is Harry Potter." Harry replied, his voice steely. Why did I do this? Harry wondered, before Sienna spoke again.

"You said this was a spell? Why would you want to disturb random people's sleep in order to check if a spell works?"

Harry bristled at her. What was wrong with this kid?

"That is something for me to know and you to find out." Harry replied stiffly, frowning as he realized what a childish remark he had just said. He had hoped that somehow, he could have talked with this girl who had known his mother better than anyone else. It would be too late in a couple years, and he had figured that it would have been easier to talk to Sienna Stratton before she went to Hogwarts and met James. But, it just seemed like she was an obnoxious brat.

"Where are we?" This sudden change in conversation puzzled Harry.

"Well, er, we're in dreamland. I believe the word they call it is Somnierra."

"Somnierra. Dreamland. Of course." Sienna replied flatly.

"Technically, this dreamland is in your mind."

"My mind? Interesting…" Her voice slowed down. "Who are you? Why did you do this… this spell?" Sienna's voice had risen again, revealing panic.

Harry sighed inwardly. This wasn't going the way he had imagined it would.

"As I told you before, my name is Harry Potter."

" You said spell…you're a wizard? From a family called the Potters?"

"Yes." Harry turned his head, staring off into the mists. He couldn't see anything but the mists, and he had the feeling Sienna couldn't see anything either. He knew it wouldn't take long for her to guess a connection. She might have been raised in a more Muggle-like household, but she was still the daughter of an old, pureblood wizarding family.

"Do I know you? I know I don't know that many wizarding folks, but I'm sure I've met the Potters at least once. Their son wasn't named Harry, and he was my age…" Here, Sienna's voice quieted. She sounded alarmed.

"Precisely. My father was from that family." Here Harry paused, sounding slightly emotional. Sienna said nothing, waiting for him to go on. There was a pregnant pause before she spoke.

"And your mum?" Sienna turned her head to either side, her eyes straining to see anything in the hazy mists surrounding her. So this is what 'dreamland' looked like. She idly wondered if she could change the appearance, not paying any attention to Harry's response.

"She was a witch." Harry replied. Sienna said nothing, and Harry found himself wishing that he could see her.

"That's nice." Sienna responded absently, still occupied with her musings about her surroundings. Harry groaned softly. She wasn't paying attention!

"Do you think we could change the, er, dreamland a bit?" She suddenly asked. Harry, startled with the change in their conversation, didn't say anything. "Do you?"

"Well, I'm… I'm not sure. I don't really think so. It states in the spell that a foggy, misty dreamland, or Somnierra, is where we're supposed to, erm, end up in."

"Oh, well, that's too bad isn't it? It really is rather dreary in here." said Sienna disappointedly. "So where do you live?"

"In London. Just like you." Harry replied warily.

"You probably know where I live right?" Sienna answered, her tone vaguely disapproving.

"My friend told me."

"Who is he? Do I know him?"

"No." Harry said hotly, exasperated "You don't know him!" Yet, he thought.

"What's his name?"

"Moony." Harry whispered.

"What?"

"Moony!" Harry felt his temper rise.

"What kind of name is that?!" Sienna exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes. It. DOES! After all, if someone I don't even know is telling you about me and my family, I have a right to know who they are."

"Fine, since you insist. It's an unpronounceable, erm, French name, and so we call him 'Moony' ."

"Is that so?" Her voice was suspicious.

"Yep."

"Humph. Fine. Moony it is." Sienna paused. Harry didn't reply.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. I just graduated from Hogwarts."

"You're old! You're a year younger than my sister. Well, maybe two. She just turned twenty a month ago in June."

"Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister." Sienna laughed delightedly. "Sierra Aden. Her husband is Scott Aden, and they just had a baby boy. His name is Sawyer. He's a couple months old now!" Harry smiled at her enthusiasm, which sparked a new idea. Hmm…Harry mused, maybe if I get her to talk about herself and her family, she might start talking about Mum. It's worth a shot, anyway.

"Really? Who does he look like?"

"We-ell, he's blond. But so are Sierra and Scott. But he has Daddy and Sierra's eyes, a silvery-gray. But otherwise, I think he looks just like Scott. But Mum and everyone else say he's going to look like Daddy."

"Your father? Does your sister look like him?"

"Yep, she looks just like him. Just like I look almost exactly like Mum." Her tone brightened as she said the last statement.

"Almost?"

"Almost."

"I see. Why do you and your family live as Muggles?" Harry asked suddenly, attempting to satisfy his curiosity. Remus hadn't said anything other than 'They lived like Muggles', and his tone had brooked no questions.

"You probably know that my parents, my family, own an enormous magical business empire." Here, Sienna hesitated. Then sighing, she continued. "What most of the magical world doesn't know is that we also hold a Muggle business empire. And that Daddy has a Muggle business partner." Harry's ears perked up.

"Who's the partner?"

"Mr. Evans. He and Daddy are best friends, and it always feels like we're family, we see them so often."

Heart thumping, Harry asked, "Oh really? Does he have any children?" Sienna didn't reply and Harry waited with bated breath.

"Yes," she said slowly, "he does."

"That must be nice. That is, if you like the children."

"His youngest daughter, he has two daughters you see?" Harry replied an affirmative. "His youngest is named Lily Evans, and she's my best friend." Harry felt faint. He had known, hoped, to hear her talk about Lily, and now she was. With bated breath, Harry waited for her to go on.

"Harry?"

"Wha- I mean, yes?"

"Nothing. You didn't say anything, so I wondered if you were still listening." She responded.

"Of course. Why don't you tell me about Lily? What's she like?"

"She's hilarious! And she's really smart too…She gets the best marks at our school, and everyone thinks she's really clever."

"What about you? How do you do?"

"Oh, I do alright. I usually get second or third. But it doesn't matter. I'll be going to Hogwarts this year anyway."

"So, do you see Lily very often?"

"Yes, she lives a couple of streets over, so I see her every day, usually." Here, Sienna's voice faded. "But when I go to Hogwarts, I won't."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, she's Muggle. And Mum would have said something."

"Does anything odd, er, magical happen sometimes when you're with her?" Harry waited anxiously for her response.

"Uh-huh. But I think that might have been me. Lily and I…we have really bad tempers. And whenever we go at it, something happens." Here, her voice turned speculative. "And those were such large incidents too. Sierra never did stuff like that, and she's a really good witch. She's just finished training to be an Auror, you know."

"That's what I want to do."

"Sierra says it's fun, but it's generally nothing like training."

Harry steered the topic back to Lily. "Do you think your friend Lily might be a witch?" When Sienna said nothing, he continued. "It's possible. And things have a way of working out. You'll see." He told her cheerfully. "Who knows? Lily might go to Hogwarts with you!"

"That would be brilliant!" Harry felt something tug at his consciousness. He had to go, and now. The spell only lasted fifteen minutes, and after that, he would go into a coma. Or something like that. Which, Harry considered, would be really bad.

"Good night Sienna. It was nice talking to you." He started saying the words to terminate the spell, but stopped. "Oh, wait! When I say the words 'Perago Somnium' there'll be this bright white flash. And then the spell will be terminated. G'night then."

"Harry, will you talk to me again?" Sienna asked before he started saying the incantation. "Like this?"

"Maybe, if it's all right with you."

"Next time you could tell me about Hogwarts?" She questioned amiably.

"Sure! Next time then. Perago Somnium!" There was that tug again and a flash, and then Harry felt himself receding from the misty, gray fog and back into his own mind.

Sienna shut her eyes at the flash, cringing. The mists were quickly dissolving, and she opened her eyes again, amazed, as she watched the dreamland become hazy as she started to wake up.

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Sienna untangled herself from her sheets. Had that really been all a dream? Or was it true? Either way, she reminded herself, this is something that Sierra will want to hear about.

Tossing her covers off, she slipped out of her bed and headed towards her desk. Pulling out a notebook and pen, she began to write.

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