Harry Potter and the Power of the Past

Disclaimer: All JKR's, not mine.

Summary: This is a complete AU- Harry Potter is a 21-year-old wizard, who's on top of the world. He's rich, in love, and loved by all, but his life is turned upside down as a spiral of events leads to the ultimate battle between good and evil. Can Harry lead the fight for the light, but yet manage to keep his life together?

A/N: This turned into more of a prologue for a sequel if I ever write one, rather than an epilogue for this story, but I feel it works as both. Now you know why I was pushing Lucida all this time.

S/N 2: Be ready for my new story, Harry Potter and the Turning of the Sun, which will be out within a few weeks.

S/N 3: The names on Harry's family tree come from chapter 8 "Welsh and the Tree of Madness," and chapter 29 "Home for the Holidays: Run Run Draco."

Chapter 42: Epilogue

July 1, 2003

"Do you think we can go outside and enjoy the beach sometime soon or did you trick us over here just to bore us to death?" Cedric moaned, watching as Harry paced in front of his family tree in the first floor study.

"It'll just take a moment," Harry growled, playfully, keeping his eyes on the tree that was hanging on the wall in front of him. He had invited those close to him over for a barbeque, planning on using the day to enjoy his private little beach, the cool sea water, and the warm summer air, but first he wanted to run something by his close friends. "I've chosen Janus, Arcturus, or Emery for the baby, if he's a boy. What do you think?"

"Cool, can we get going now?" Cedric inquired, dismissing Harry's question without even thinking about it for a second. Viktor chuckled on the couch next to Cedric, making the other man throw a glare towards the quidditch star.

"You mean Janus, as in the forbearer of the Potter family, the one who started it all?" Remus asked, rising from his seat and walking over to where Harry was standing, wanting to see where the younger wizard was getting the names. "Arcturus is for your great, great, great grandfather, on the Black's side? And Emery…where is Emery?" He asked, looking over the tree for the name Emery. "Ah, found it. So Emery is the son of Janus' that your line hails from?"

"I like those names," Sirius nodded from his spot on the couch, next to Cedric and Viktor, a large smile forming on his face as he looked over to Cedric. Cedric rolled his eyes with a sigh, admitting defeat, knowing that it was a battle not worth fighting.

"Yeah, good names," Cedric drawled, making Harry and the rest laugh as they all walked towards the door, intent on going down to the beach below the cliffs on Harry's property.

August 31, 2003

"It's a boy!" The mediwitch that was hovering over Tonks exclaimed, holding a newborn baby boy in her arms. When they saw their beautiful child, Tonks and Harry both smiled at each other, tears of joy in their eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry walked out of the room and entered the lobby, where his family and friends were waiting expectantly for the news. As they stared up at him in anticipation of his announcement, his gaze ran over everyone there and he couldn't help but feel loved by them all. "His name is Janus Potter," Harry grinned, making everyone jump up to congratulate him, engulfing him in hugs and handshakes.

Lisa, with a newborn boy in her arms, couldn't help but smile up to Harry as she came to congratulate him. "Our boys will go to Hogwarts together!" She exclaimed, as Harry hugged her gently, making sure not to hurt her son, who was named Warrick and was born three weeks prior on August 5.

"That's true, I never thought about that," Harry nodded, and then, thinking about it some more, he laughed loudly. "What a coincidence that is. If Janus had been born just one day later, he'd be a year after Warrick, wouldn't he?"

August 31, 2014

"Does he have to go to Hogwarts, mummy?" A little boy with unruly black hair questioned with tears welling up in his hazel eyes as he walked into his parents' bedroom late at night. To both Harry and Tonks, he looked strikingly similar to the pictures they had of James Potter as a young child.

"Yes, sweetie," Tonks nodded, bringing her youngest son up into her bed and holding him in her arms. Her middle son came into the room as well, leaning against the edge of the bed as he listened to the conversation. "He turned eleven today, and when you're eleven, you get to go to Hogwarts. But don't worry, he'll be back soon for Christmas and you can owl him whenever you want, I promise."

"You promise?" The boy replied, wiping his eyes with his knuckles, happy that his mother would allow him to write to his brother.

"I promise." Tonks smiled, kissing his forehead and wiping the teams off of his pink cheeks.

"Come on, Em, let's get you back into bed." Harry said, hopping out of bed and taking his son's hand. Emery jumped down from the bed and walked out of the room with his father, using his left hand to wipe his teary eyes all the while.

"Goodnight mum," Arcturus, Emery's older brother said, as he left the room in the wake of his brother and father.

"I still can't believe he's going to Hogwarts already," Tonks whispered when Harry returned to the room, a sadness enveloping her. "Is he going to make friends there? I mean, he barely talks to me, and he's my son. He'll be in the library more than he'll be out on the quidditch pitch. Him and his reading, I'm afraid he'll be ostracized because of it." She sighed, knowing that her son's ambition was to learn all that he could and one day become the great wizard, rather than to pull pranks and play quidditch like other children his age.

"He'll be fine," Harry said, grabbing the Nightly Prophet to read as he got comfortable in bed. "What house do you think he'll be in?" He questioned, wanting to know his wife's opinion on the matter. He had his own ideas, believing that his son would either be in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but he couldn't decide which one as his son embodied many traits of both houses.

"Do you even have to ask?" Tonks rolled her eyes, already knowing which house he'd be in—the same house that her mother was in when she attended Hogwarts. "His first words were in parseltongue." She sighed again, knowing that she had lost her chance to really connect with her son. After all, once he went off to Hogwarts, she would only see him on holidays, after once he was finished with Hogwarts, he would be his own man, capable of living on his own. When would they be able to connect after that? "He and I will never have what you two have." She cried, referencing the fact that Harry had a much better relationship with Janus than she could ever have.

The next day found the Potter family waving to Janus as the Hogwarts Express steamed out of Platform 9 and 3/4, on its way to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. When his parents were out of sight, Janus started to walk down the long train, trying to find his compartment. He had long black hair and startling green eyes that were the same as his father and maternal grandmother, albeit they were not covered partially by glasses as were his father's eyes. While he was thin, he was quite tall for his age, making it easily seen that one day he would be quite an imposing figure. "Janus, we're over here!" A twelve year old girl called out, gesturing for Janus to come over to her.

"I knew it was on this car," Janus said quietly, entering the compartment after the girl did and taking one of the empty seats. The compartment was filled with another boy his age and a girl, who looked to be a year older than them, though around the same age of the first girl.

"I can't wait to get to Hogwarts!" The other boy said excitedly, staring out of the window as the train began to speed off towards. Ever since receiving his Hogwarts letter, he had dreams of magic and mystique, where he'd be able to meet new friends and become the wizard that his father had been when he was alive.

"Warrick, enough, you've been saying that for three weeks." The girl who had called for Janus replied, rolling her eyes at the antics of her little brother.

"It really is getting annoying," The other girl agreed, shaking her black-haired head. Then, she looked over to the first girl with her violet gaze, asking, "Does he ever shut up, Harmony?"

"No, Lucida, he doesn't. You get used him and learn to just channel his voice out of your head after a while." Harmony laughed, pointing a finger at her brother as he blushed red.

Ignoring the two girls, Warrick looked over to Janus, his oldest friend. "What house do you think you'll be in, Janus? Uncle Harry said he thought you would be very difficult to sort. Speaking of which, was what Sirius told us about fighting a troll true? Because I don't know if I can do that." He finished with a nervous laugh, clearly frightened at the prospect of having to duel a troll.

A few hours later, the Hogwarts Express was coming to a halt as they arrived in Hogsmeade Station on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, directly outside of the grounds of Hogwarts. The foursome gathered their things and exited the train: the two girls started to go one way, while the younger boys went towards Hagrid, who was calling the first years over. "I'll see you later, Warrick, good luck with the sorting! You too, Janus, good luck." Harmony said, as she and Lucida walked over to the seemingly horseless carriages and entered one that was unoccupied.

After crossing the lake and walking up to the school, the first years were met by professor Hermione Krum in an antechamber off of the Great Hall, who explained to them what would take place. In addition to that, she also as gave them a brief overview of what it meant to be sorted into one of the four houses, and Warrick gave out a loud sigh of relief next to Janus when he heard that he wouldn't have to duel a troll in order to be sorted into his house. When she was finished with what she had to say, she granted them entrance into the Great Hall, where the entire group entered with wide eyes as they looked around at the floating candles and upwards towards the charmed ceiling.

In no time, Warrick's moment to be sorted was quickly coming, and sweat began to accumulate on the palms of his hands. "Warrick Davies." Hermione finally called out, trying to stop the smile that she knew was forming on her face. To see the son of one of her best friends entering Hogwarts, it was surreal, and she couldn't help but feel giddy over the chance to teach him. Warrick grinned up at Hermione and worriedly took a seat on the stool, not knowing what to expect. When Hermione put the hat on top of his head, it was much too big for him, and ended up covering his eyes as it slipped down his forehead.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat called out in a loud voice, taking a few moments to deliberate where to place Warrick. Warrick jumped back to his feet and ran over to the Gryffindor table, excited to be there with the rest of the Gryffindors. He waved to his sister sitting at the Ravenclaw table, who gave him the thumbs up in response, congratulating him on his house.

A lot more names were yelled out, and before he knew it, Janus was next in line. "Janus Potter," Hermione called, this time unable to prevent the smile that formed on her face upon seeing Janus. Remus, from his seat at the professor's table, smiled down at Janus, encouraging the boy to be sorted. Unlike the other students who sat down tentatively, Janus confidently took a seat on the stool, wanting to be sorted into the house that he would be spending his next seven years.

"Oh, yes, you have so much potential, so much talent." A voice in his mind, the Sorting Hat's, said as Hermione placed it on top of his black-haired head. "Is there any doubt of where you should go? With your parseltongue ability, resourcefulness, determination, and complete disregard for the rules, you're perfect for this house. I daresay you are the student that Salazar always wanted, always craved, just like your father, except you do not have his hesitancy for greatness. SLYTHERIN!" The hat screamed out, igniting a round of applause that echoed around the Great Hall. Janus walked over to the Slytherin table, taking a seat next to the second year Lucida, who gave him a smile, having known that he would be in Slytherin all along.

October 27, 2014

"Mr. G, are you my descendent?" Six year old Emery Potter questioned Gellert Grindelwald, as the ex-Dark Lord visited the empty portrait of the former Headmaster of Hogwarts that hung in the hallway of the Potter house.

Grindelwald looked down at Emery with a smile on his face, appreciating his time as a portrait. "I think you mean ancestor, but no, I am not." He said, correcting the young boy's mistake of words.

"Then who are you?" Emery asked, staring blankly up at the older wizard in the portrait, wondering why he was there. He knew the other old portrait was of a Headmaster of Hogwarts, but he had only seen Grindelwald a few times and had no idea who he was since his father had never told him—all he knew about Grindelwald was that he went by the name of Mr. G.

"My name is," Grindelwald started, trying to think up a name, remembering how Harry had told him to never say his true name. "Gregor Grendel, and I am simply an old friend of your father."

"You must mean you're a really old friend of my father," Emery giggled, running away down the hall, leaving Grindelwald alone once again.

December 25, 2014

"I have a present for you that will be special just between us," Harry said, as he and Janus walked into the library on Christmas morning. They could hear laughter coming from downstairs, where many of the family's closest friends gathered to enjoy the holiday together. While Janus took a seat on one of the couches, Harry headed for the bookcase that housed the multiple secret rooms behind it. He looked over to Janus, who was staring back at him, and with a large smile on his face, he pulled the book that would grant access to his workshop and watched as Janus' eyes lit up as the bookshelf moved to the side and revealed the room. Harry quickly grabbed a package that was on the workbench and headed over to the couch, where he took a seat next to Janus. "This was given to me by Albus Dumbledore, but that was only because my father wasn't alive to give it to me himself. Open it, see what's inside."

Janus took the present that his father offered to him, and opened it up, revealing a silk-like cloak that felt fine to the touch. Janus quietly took the cloak from the paper, stood up, and wrapped it around his body. His breath hitched when his body disappeared from view, and he looked up to his father with wide eyes—Harry just smiled back at his son, remembering that his reaction was not unlike his son's when he first received his cloak. "Yes, that is an invisibility cloak, one that has been in our family for generations, even going as far back as the 1300s." Harry stood up, and wrapped his son up in a hug, a bit sad that his son was growing up so quickly. "It's yours now, and one day, I hope that you will give it your son."

July 12, 2018

"Dad, what is a Horcrux? I came upon the term in a book I was reading a few weeks ago, but I couldn't find anything else about it." Janus questioned in parseltongue as he sat at the table in the library of his house, looking over to his father, who was standing in the doorway.

"English," Harry said, giving his son a pointed look, as he weighed his options on what to do about the question. He didn't want to leave his son's question unanswered, but was his son truly ready for it? He didn't know, since, after all, he himself probably wasn't ready to hear about Horcruxes when he was Janus' age. "A Horcrux," He started slowly, trying to find the words that he wanted. "Is a receptacle for a piece of a person's soul that is created for the express purpose of achieving immortality. As long as the piece of soul is within that receptacle, the wizard or witch cannot die."

He guessed that the process of creation was a dark and evil one, so he did not ask about how it was done. He presumed it was something that his father wouldn't answer, either way. "Who created the spell to do it?"

"An ancient wizard named Herpo the Foul." Harry replied, having read about the history of the creation of Horcruxes when he was leading the Order against Voldemort over a decade prior. Apparently, Herpo was a dark wizard that loved to push the boundaries of magic well further than anyone else had during his time, which led to him creating the first Horcrux, among other spells, curses, and beasts.

"Didn't he also breed the first Basilisk?" Janus asked, and upon seeing his father's nod, another questioned popped into his mind. "Do you think Salazar Slytherin created a Horcrux?"

"No," Harry shook his head, meeting his son's eyes, wanting to make sure that his son understood his every word. "Slytherin may have been evil, but he was not a coward: he met death head on, just like the rest of us must do. Evilness does not always equate to cowardice; most of the time it does, but one can have an honorable quality even if they are evil." Janus nodded in understanding, and Harry smiled, knowing that his son was just curious about magic. "Your brothers are upstairs playing quidditch in case you're interested," Harry said, before walking out of the library and down the hall towards his room.

Just as Harry left, the fire at the other end of the library erupted, and Lucida Nigel's face popped up in the flames. "My parents just went to dinner with my uncles; do you want to come over?" She questioned, looking over to Janus, who grinned back at her.

February 22nd, 2020

"Potter's got the quaffle," A loud, teenage voice boomed in anticipation as the crowd around the quidditch stadium roared. "Over to Brooks, back to Potter, goal! And Gryffindor leads 110 to 80!"

"He's really good," Lucida whispered, watching as Emery celebrated in the air on his broom. He circled around to his team, and gave them all a high five, before turning his attention back to the quaffle, which was being thrown between the opposing team's chasers. "But then, what else should I expect? He clearly inherited your father's flying ability."

Janus nodded, with a face that showed his pride of his first-year brother for scoring the goal. He knew that Emery was lucky to even get on the team, but once he did, he really showed that he belonged out there, regardless of the age difference between him and the other quidditch players. He continued to watch his brother fly through the air, showing a skill with a broom that not many in the wizarding world had, save perhaps for his father and Viktor Krum. While he knew that he was gifted with many abilities and traits, his little brother clearly had him beat when it came to brooms, which was something that he couldn't be happier about.

May 25th, 2020

"I remember when your father was in my office on his day, in the same seat you're sitting in now, telling me how he wanted to be a Hit Wizard." The aging professor Filius Flitwick wheezed, smiling brightly as he stared at the young Potter in front of him. Unlike Janus who looked like Harry, and Emery who looked like James, Arcturus Potter took after his Black heritage more so than his Potter blood: being tall with long black hair, gray eyes, and aristocratic good looks, he looked similar to his Black cousins, the twin sons of Sirius and Emmeline Black. "Oh, how long ago that was. I was much younger back then, as you can assume."

"Yeah," Arcturus grinned, knowing that it had been over twenty years ago. He imagined that back then, Flitwick had darker hair, rather than the white that it had changed to in old age, and was a perhaps tad taller than he was now, being barely taller than a wooden stool.

"Of course your mother was in Hufflepuff so I didn't talk to her about her profession, though I always found her to be charming while she was here." Flitwick said, looking up into the air as if he was daydreaming, not noticing the pun that he had inserted into the conversation. "So chipper and happy, I don't think I ever saw her without a smile on her face; oh, and of course with her pink hair spiked up. That pink hair was so bright; you could see it from Hogsmeade village on clear days."

"Pink?" Arcturus laughed, unable to imagine his mother with pink hair. He could envision green or blue, maybe, but not pink.

"Yes, pink." Flitwick smiled, turning his gaze back to Arcturus. "Now, now, onto what we're here for: your future. So tell me, young Arcturus, what is it that you want to do? Do you want to be a Hit Wizard like your father? Do you want to be an Auror like your mother? Or maybe you want to be something completely different."

"Well, honestly," Arcturus started, looking more nervous than ever. "I think, well, I've been thinking that…that maybe I could be a wandmaker. You know, study wandlore and craft wands."

"Wonderful!" Flitwick beamed, impressed by Arcturus' choice of a profession. Over the course of his long career, no one, not a single student, had ever chosen to become a wandmaker—it was a very rare profession and touched many lives in the wizarding community. "I've never had a student tell me that before. Now, hm, what will you have to take? Well," Flitwick shuffled through a few pieces of parchment, thrown off of his regiment by Arcturus' proclamation. "You'll need to take Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, and Ancient Runes."

"Okay and I'll also take Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts." Arcturus added, wanting to take those two courses to truly master magic for his own personal accomplishment. While he wasn't as smart as Janus was, he was in Ravenclaw for a reason, and as such, he was more intelligent than most students at Hogwarts, being at the top of most his classes rather easily.

"Good, good." Flitwick nodded, not seeing a problem with Arcturus taking so many courses as he knew that the younger wizard could handle it. "Can you tell my why you would need to take the mandatory courses?"

"Well," Arcturus said, as he took a moment to think about Flitwick's questions. "Care of Magical Creatures is for the wand cores, so I know the creatures and their magical properties that I will use as my wand cores. Charms would help in making the wands themselves, as would potions. History of Magic would teach me a little about wandlore itself, and Ancient Runes are needed to mend the ingredients together, as would potions again."

"Excellent! Well done, well done." Flitwick exclaimed, clapping his hands together as a large smile formed on his face.

October 17th, 2020

"Come on, Em, mum's having the baby." Arcturus said, talking his brother out of the Gryffindor Common Room as the portrait swung open and revealed the room behind.

"Merlin, now the Slytherins are going to know where our common room is!" Emery alleged, noticing that Janus was standing next to Remus, a few feet down the hallway, waiting for Emery.

"That doesn't matter, Emery," Arcturus said, as the foursome began to walk towards Remus' office, where they would floo to St. Mungo's to see their new sibling.

"Sure it does," Emery nodded next to Arcturus, looking up at his older brother with wide, hazel eyes. "You're okay, because you're in Ravenclaw, but he's a Slytherin, the house of the snakes. They're afraid of me, you know, they go quiet whenever I'm around."

"They're not afraid of you," Arcturus rolled his eyes, amused at his little brother and his antics. The three Potter brothers were not unlike the three brothers from the Tale of the Three Brothers: one was quiet, but desired power; one was loud and boastful; and one was quiet and wise.

"They sure are," Emery puffed out his chest, proud of being feared by the snakes. As a loyal Gryffindor, he felt that it was his duty to protect the other Gryffindors from the Slytherins, though there was nothing to protect them from. "They're a bunch of cowards, that lot."

"No," Arcturus shook his head, knowing the truth, though he didn't want to voice it to Emery. The true reason that the Slytherins ignored Emery was because Lucida had told them to lay off of him once Emery started at Hogwarts, apparently anticipating that he was going to be a loudmouthed Gryffindor before he was even sorted into the house. And, out of respect for Janus, the Slytherins continued to ignore Arcturus, even with Lucida graduating from Hogwarts the year before. "Are you excited to have a baby brother or sister?" He questioned, hoping to get off the subject, knowing that Janus was hearing every word that Arcturus said. That was just like Janus, to ignore anything bad said about him, instead staying stoic and unemotional, which often times made people question his moral integrity, believing him to be a conniving Slytherin of olden times.

"Of course!" Emery grinned enthusiastically, apparently more willing to drop the conversation than he seemed before. "I want to be able to teach him how to fly."

"You sure the baby is going to be a him?" Arcturus smiled, having the feeling that he was going to have a sister, rather than another brother.

"Positive." Emery nodded vigorously.

When the foursome arrived at St. Mungo's, they were surprised to find out that the birth had already happened. Immediately they went up to their mother's room, and when they got there, they saw their baby sister for the first time. "Say hello to your new sister. Her name is Megara," Tonks smiled to her three boys, holding Megara gently in her arms. While her hair was sweaty and she looked very tired, the happiness that glowed on her face was clearly visible, and in many ways, contagious as the rest of the room seemed to brighten up because of her.

June 24, 2021

A week after Janus graduated from Hogwarts found the Potter family standing outside of their home, on the lawn in front of the gate that led into the property. Lucida Nigels and members of her family were a few feet away, with other close family and friends spread all around the area. These people included Sirius and his family, which consisted of his two twin sons Kastor and Pollux, and his wife, Emmeline; Viktor and Hermione, who were childless up until that point; Remus, who was still the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and the Gryffindor Head of House at Hogwarts; Lisa and her children, Harmony and Warrick Davies, who both looked strikingly similar to Roger; Ted and Andromeda Tonks, the grandparents of the Potter children; and finally, Cedric and Gaetana and their son, Galvin Diggory. As they were all talking quietly amongst each other, Harry wrapped his arm around Janus' shoulder and walked a couple of yards away from the rest with his son, not wanting anyone else to hear what he was going to say.

"You're the most powerful wizard I know, Janus, even more so than I was at your age." Harry said slowly, trying to gain the confidence he knew it would take in order to continue with what he had to say. "Just promise me, son, that you won't leave me alone to battle the next Dark Lord. Please?" Harry asked his son, knowing that, regardless of his belief in Janus, it needed to be said. He didn't want his son to leave their family and never look back, he didn't know if he or Tonks could handle it.

Being nearly identical heights, Janus stared straight into his father's eyes, understanding the double meaning of his words, though he paid it no mind and was not insulted in the least. After all, who wouldn't expect those kinds of fears? He wasn't normal, he wasn't average, and most of all, he wasn't pure of heart. "I promise, father." He whispered, earning a grin from Harry as they walked back over to where Tonks, Arcturus, and Emery stood.

"Ready?" Lucida questioned, hoisting her bag over her shoulder as she and her parents headed over towards the Potters and the rest, apparently finished with their goodbyes.

"Goodbye, mum," Janus said, hugging his mother gently. He knew this would be hard on her, but he hoped that she knew why he was doing this, why he needed this.

"Promise to write me whenever you can?" Tonks questioned in a hopeful tone, wanting to keep in touch with her son while he traveled.

"Of course," Janus nodded in agreement, knowing that it was the least he could do in appreciation for all the things that his mother had done for him.

"I love you," Tonks said, giving Janus one last hug, before letting him go and taking a step back to join her husband.

"I love you, too," Janus kissed his mother's cheek, and then bent down to talk to his little sister, who was quietly sitting in her basket, next to Tonks. "I know you don't know what I'm saying, but can you take care of this until I get back?" He questioned his little sister, giving her a small stuffed animal in the shape of a unicorn that could run on its own by way of magic. He gripped his sister's hand, before getting up and facing his brothers. "I'll see you, brother?" He questioned Arcturus, who nodded and smiled as he hugged Janus. "Do well in quidditch; I expect to be hearing your name in the professional league after Hogwarts." Janus said, facing Emery, who gave a small smile, having never heard that his brother thought that he was any good.

"Grandma, grandpa, I'll be sure to write to you both." Janus whispered as he hugged both Ted and Andromeda Tonks. They both nodded with teary eyes, unable to speak, too caught up in the emotion of the moment. Turning around, Janus waved to everyone else that was there, having previously said their goodbyes during the farewell party that the Potters had had just an hour before. Ready to leave, he walked over to Lucida and they both headed towards the metal gate that guarded the property, their bags slung over their shoulders.

"When do you think they'll be back?" Tonks questioned with same teary eyes of her parents, not wanting her son to leave her. She didn't know how this could have possibly been the norm a century ago, with parents not only allowing their children to travel the world after Hogwarts, but to actually expect it? It was hard enough just to allow one of her sons to leave like that, but to expect all of them to do it? It was too much in her opinion, and she hoped she would never have to go through it again when Arcturus and Emery were Janus' age.

"I don't know, I don't think they even know." Harry replied, while putting his arm around his wife's shoulders as they all watched Lucida and Janus walk down the dirt path until they were out of sight, heading off on the journey called life.

AN: Thanks again for all those who read this story.