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04.08.08--It's my birthday!! D

Oh, and once again, this chapter is un-beta'ed. Sorry for any mistakes- I'm working on getting a beta with time for beta'ing. So if any of you would like to, just tell me in your review, or PM me or something.

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. . . for events are as much the parents of the future as they were the children of the past.- John Galsworthy. Saint's Progress

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Harry frowned. Shifting slightly in his bed, he clenched the delicate necklace lying between his fingers. He had done it the night he had discovered the photo album, about a month back. He had talked to her, just once. Today, he decided, if nothings changed, I'll talk to her again. He adjusted again. Had the future finally been changed? Would he have his parents back? Sirius? Or had he just made a gross mistake that night? Harry threw his sheets back, considering whether to get up. He stayed firmly in his bed, unwilling to get up and see if he had just screwed up everyone's life. Regardless of the fact that he used the spell a while before, Harry still couldn't shake the feelings of apprehension that occurred everyday.

"Harry?" Remus's voice called. "It's nine o'clock. Get up!" Well, Remus was still around. That was good. "Harry, get up!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Moaning, Harry tumbled out of his bed. He opened the door of his bedroom, looking around the house. Everything was still the same way it was yesterday: dusty, gloomy, and depressing. Nothing had changed. Harry bit down a sigh of disappointment. Stumbling down the stairs, Harry met Remus in the kitchen, brewing a pot of tea. The album Harry had discovered a month before was sitting on the counter.

"You were looking at that? Again?" Harry questioned crossly, nodding at the album. Remus nodded, pouring himself a cup of tea. "Why?"

"I was just looking at the pictures. Plus, Dora wanted to see them."

"Tonks was here? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were snoring more than two eighty year old men combined. The noise was deafening."

"Haha." Harry intoned sarcastically. "I know it's cliché, but I'm going to say it anyway: Do not, and I repeat, do not, quit your day job. At all costs."

Remus mock-glared at him as he poured tea out for Harry as well.

"Well, if that's how you feel…" Remus handed Harry the cup, "then I guess I won't be able to tell you about the picture I found." Remus sat back down with the newspaper, knowing that Harry would be dying to know what he had found out.

"What picture?" Harry asked suspiciously. "What are you talking about Remus?"

"It's in the album; it was behind another picture." Harry frowned.

"Who was in it?"

"Here, check it out yourself." Remus pushed the album over to Harry. Taking it, Harry opened it, immediately flipping to the back. There was a loose picture in the pocket. Harry withdrew it carefully, taking care to avoid ripping the delicate picture. He stared at the picture thoughtfully.

It was the Strattons and the Evans together. Everyone was there, and to Harry, it looked like the picture had been taken before his mum and her best friend had gone to Hogwarts. He stared thoughtfully at his mother, who was wearing the stiff smile of someone forced to pose for too long. Sienna, too, was wearing a similar smile. The blonde girl next to Sienna, however, was wearing a natural, easy grin. Her fair curls were a stark contrast to her younger sister's pin-straight, raven hair.

"That's Sierra Aden." Harry looked up, startled. Remus pointed at the blonde girl. "Sienna's older sister."

"Oh."

"They found her children upstairs, locked into Sienna's bedroom. Alive." Harry gulped. "She had locked them in when she heard the Death Eaters downstairs. They were rather…obvious back then."

"What happened? You know, after Sienna died?" Harry asked, still staring at the happy blonde.

"She and her husband, Scott Aden, left. Her parents left as well. They had moved to Italy, the last I heard." Remus got up from his chair, pulling out some bread slices to toast. "The Strattons died several years ago."

"Did they keep in touch with my grandparents?"

"The Evans?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure they did…they probably heard about your birth, and everything. Your grandfather had died barely a year after Lily and James's marriage, and your grandmum died several months after you were born."

"Oh…" Harry trailed off into silence, still considering the picture.

"Hey Harry, we're out of milk. After breakfast, could you go out to the market and get some more?"

"Sure." Harry replied mechanically. Remus nodded at him, sitting down to read the paper, placing the plate of toast in between them. Harry took several slices and then opened the photo album to a picture of his parents while they were in Hogwarts.

"Merlin's beard! I bloody can't believe it!"

"What?" Harry asked, surprised at Remus's exclamation.

"They're moving back." Harry gave him a bemused look.

"Who?"

"Sierra Aden." Harry's eyes widened.

"Give me that!" Harry lunged across the table, intent on getting the paper. Remus chuckled, holding it away.

"You can wait, boy. You won't die from a few minutes of suspense." So saying, Remus proceeded to calmly finish reading that section of the paper. Then, with another chuckle, he gave it to Harry, who had spent the past few minutes sitting on his hands, muttering darkly.

Harry opened the paper, searching through the various articles. Then, a picture of a family caught his eye. "Guess who's back in town!" Harry read on, wrinkling his nose at the gossipy speculations. Harry gave up on reading the article, which instead of talking of the family, talked about their wealth, and connections, and general upper-class status, and looked at the picture.

That was definitely her, he decided. The blonde woman looked harried, as if the photographer had taken her by surprise. There was a girl next to her, probably her daughter, who looked like a younger version of her, complete with blonde curls. Sierra had grown older, she was probably in her late forties now, with what appeared to be several strands of silver hair. She didn't have the look Harry had thought she would have, the look of someone whose beloved baby sister had been cruelly and callously murdered. She had the look of some powerful person, who was greatly annoyed by the media. There was no glint of a haunted life. Her husband beside her had the same look, and her son, shifting between his parents, looked, Harry suddenly realized, a lot like his deceased aunt. He didn't have black hair, nor the sapphire eyes, but the lips were the same, the shape of the eyes, as well as the general character of the face. Below the picture was the caption "Are they back because He's gone?" Harry frowned at the caption before carefully folding up the paper.

Ten minutes later, he was ready to go do his errands.

"Remus! I'll be back in an hour!" Harry called up the stairs, his hands inching towards the doorknob.

"Fine, just be back in time to help me prepare for lunch!" Remus yelled back. Harry raced out of the confining house, slamming the door behind him. As Harry jogged towards the corner market, he thought about the picture Remus had found, and the article in the paper.

If they came back because Voldemort was gone, well, I wouldn't blame 'em, Harry thought. He knew that if something like that had happened to him, he would have wanted to go far away. But then, he never had the choice. Harry skidded to a stop just before he nearly got run over by a stray taxi. Checking both ways, Harry walked across the street. A second before he entered the store, he turned around. The noise of happy voices reached him, and he felt himself smiling in response. However, his pleasure soon turned into shock.

"What in bloody hell are they doing here?" Harry muttered to himself. It was one thing for them to be back in England, but it was another for them to be walking at the exact same time he was supposed to be buying groceries from the market. Harry peered up at the cloudy sky, before shaking himself to return to the present. Harry looked at the two people hurrying his way. It was Sierra Aden, and her son. Sienna said something like 'Sawyer' didn't she? Harry thought to himself. He mentally shook himself. Why was he pondering names when he was supposed to be talking to the people?

"'Scuze me?" Harry called, nervously. The people turned around, blond heads shining. Harry winced internally. Did these people walk around with lights shining on their hair in order to blind people?

"Yes?" Sawyer asked, somewhat impatiently. Sierra remained quiet, glancing around at the buildings surrounding them.

"I'm Harry Potter." Sawyer looked confused for a second, his eyebrows crinkling as he considered Harry.

"Wait," he said, his face clearing, "you mean my aunt's," here, his voice stumbled, as if he didn't say that often, "best friend's son?"

"Er…" Harry said, but hastily continued as Sawyer moved impatiently, "yes."

"Oh." Sawyer didn't say anymore, instead, considering Harry with gray eyes. "Well, it was nice meeting you." With that said, he turned on his heel, but his mother held him back.

"Lily Evans's son?" She gave him a considering look, examining him from head to toe, before looking into his eyes. Her eyes widened, but there was no other sign of recognition, or even emotion, on her face.

"Here." She shoved a card into Harry's hand, before tugging on Sawyer's arm. "We have to go. In a month would be nice. We'll be expecting you."

Harry stared at their backs, nonplussed. He looked down at the card, noting the address, 101 Edgemore Drive, before turning to go back to the market.

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Oh, here's a preview of chapter five:

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"What do you mean we're lost?" She shrieked, causing her companion to wince uncomfortably.

"Well, I don't think we're lost exactly," he hedged. She raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Then what are we?" She demanded, her voice rising in pitch.

"Well…we've-" he stopped as she raised her eyebrow, "taken a wrong turn, and-"

"Oh, whatever! How are we supposed to get to class on time now?"

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