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Authors Note:

Hey guys, I am so sorry for not writing so long between chapters, I was so stuck about this fist scene in my story I just couldn't shake it. But I got through it, I may adjust little bits and pieces but I am fairly happy with what I wrote. Just to let you guys know, I started a new story called Harry Potter of the Umbaru; a HP/Diablo 2-3 crossover which really got my brain going again and I am really on a roll with all my ideas about where my stories are going. Have a look if you are really into the Diablo series, at the moment its got like 150+ views for one chapter with is really cool.

I may go back and edit a few things that I have written, I re read a lot of my work and some of it either makes no sense or contradicts itself along with the usual typos and mistakes. I may alternate between stories, I have a really good idea about events going on in my other story though but I really do promise I will not abandon this story again for such a long time. Well I will end this note asking to favourite this story if you like it, if you see something that either just doesn't make sense or just want to constructively comment about this story feel free to review, special shout-out to PureAngelEyes; I apologise for making you wait so long for this new installment. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

A Few Hours Earlier

Pure anarchy is what you would describe the kitchen of the Weasley's House; also known simply as the Burrow and for the past few days temporary headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Molly Weasley was in her element, bustling along laying out such delectables like sausage, mash potato, steaming gravy and freshly baked bread. To one side of the magically expanded table the figure of the gnarled Alastor Moody, the now pink headed figure of Nymphadora Tonks and the dark toned figure of Kingsley Shacklebolt deep in conversation. On the other side sat the likes of Dedalus Diggle, the towering figure of Rubeus Hagrid and the red headed Arthur Weasley.

'Are you sure you don't want any help setting out Molly?' Remus Lupin asked, scratching his head slightly, feeling slightly out of place in the busy kitchen/dining room.

'Nonsense, this is my kitchen, you are a guest you go sit at the table with everyone else' said Mrs. Weasley with her hands fisted on her waist, a stern look on her face. In Mrs. Weasley's mind her kitchen was her domain, no one and she meant no one would encroach it.

Lupin just smiled, nodded and took a seat next to Arthur Weasley; the Patriarch and head of the family. A small smile on Mrs. Weasley's face,

'I learnt early on in our marriage one thing Remus; never stand in the way between Molly and 'her' kitchen' Arthur chuckled good naturedly, remembering the first fight he had in his marriage life with Molly, being ran out the kitchen by Molly brandishing a large metal ladle because he audaciously tried to clean up after a fabulous meal. Lupin just chuckled,

'I'll try to remember that, I am just not used to being treated this way, well not since James passed away of course' Lupin recalled a period of time where everything in his world was perfect, he had 4 best friends who stood by him and his friends son that he saw as a nephew to him. It was sad to remember these times, even though that the world was in peril there was nothing he would have changed then.

Now his world was different, with the death of first 3 of his best friends, the incarceration of then what he thought was a traitor and the disappearance of his 'cub', to the re-emergence of a friend he thought dead turned traitor, a friend he thought responsible for the death of James and Lily turned innocent and his nephew in all but blood bringing back memories of good days he had buried in his grief years ago, lets just say his feelings were all over the place. With the death of Sirius a renewed feeling of grief passed through him, the notion that he was the last remaining of the Marauders pulled his feeling back to that dark time where he buried himself in drink and misery. Well at least he had Harry in his life, Remus thought to himself, as long as he had that he would have some hope in his life.

'How are you holding up Remus?' Arthur asked, a warm but slightly concerned expression on his face, Remus just showed a placating smile.

'I am ok thanks Arthur, it's just hard. He was like a brother that had just come back into my life, only to leave without warning. It also doesn't help having a full moon coming up in 2 days, I can already feel my joints aching; having Sirius around made my transformations that much easier' Remus admitted, it was very evident how run down he looked from both grief and it being so close to transformation. Remus looked quite haggard and had quite a defeated air to him.

'Well I hope this meeting starts up soon, maybe you can use one of the boy's rooms and have a kip later, may do you a world of good' Arthur said, patting the worn down were on his shoulder. Remus just chuckled, it was fairly well known that no amount of sleep would ease his weariness but he just didn't have the heart to tell Arthur, that and Remus had recently been plagued with nightmares making sleep a chore in of itself.

Just as the meal had lain down on the table and the various members of the Order streamed in the room, the door once more opened up revealing the head of the Order of the Phoenix Albus Dumbledore followed by the surly, sneering figure of Severus Snape.

'I apologise for my lateness, I had some arrangements to go over with the Ministry of Magic that could not be avoided. So if we may bring this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix to open, we have many things to discuss this evening and I wouldn't want to keep us from this very lovely looking meal that Molly Weasley has prepared for us' Dumbledore said, nodding his head to Molly as his twinkled eyes perused of the spread of food in front of them. It seemed like there was no objection with this statement, with many "thank you's" sounding around the enlarged dining table and many rumbling of stomachs sounding to the embarrassment of others.

'First off, I would like to say goodbye to an old friend whom we lost not too long ago. Sirius Black may not have gotten along with all our members but he was a fellow brother in arms and I ask if we may have a moment of silence for our fallen comrade.' Said Dumbledore with a slightly grief filled expression. For several seconds there was silence except for some subtle sniffs of grief and one not so subtle sniff of disgust. Remus looked more defeated then ever, the memories long past of his friends filled his mind while the silence covered the room. After a short few seconds, Dumbledore showing his age slightly but having a placating smile on his face spoke up once more.

'Now I guess lets first start with any new news, Severus is there any news regarding what Voldemort maybe planning next?' Dumbledore asked the slimy man sitting next to him, Snape just frowned and responded, 'The Dark Lord has been recovering from battle, and he has ordered me to brew him numerous restorative potions and salves. It seems that you had wounded him greatly Headmaster and will not be fully healed for a week at the very least'

'I would very much like to say I had done much in this case but I would have to point out the efforts of another person in that respect.' Dumbledore said with a humble smile on his face, faces around the table coming up either blank or with expressions of wonder.

'Who would have done that much damage to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Albus?' Arthur asked in confusion, Dumbledore responded to Arthur's question with playful admonition.

'Really Arthur, we must not be afraid of saying the Dark Lord's name. As I have said before, 'Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself' but no, it was in fact Voldemort's mistake in possessing the body of young Harry Potter, causing him a great amount of harm' Dumbledore admitted to the surprise of many.

'Did V-v-v-voldemort really possess Harry, is he ok the poor dear?" asked Molly, a protective mother hen feeling rising up within her. Dumbledore just smiled and reassured Molly,

'Harry is fine, nothing that Poppy could fix anyways. That boy is truly remarkable, before I had the chance to exorcise Voldemort from Harry's body; he had mustered enough strength to push out Voldemort's presence. The fortitude of this boy astounds even me at times' Dumbledore exclaimed wispily.

'Yes of course, let's inflate that idiot boy's already swollen head with platitudes of his magnificent grandeur' said Snape in a cutting tone, the hate hardly concealed in his voice.

'Look Snape, I know James did some horrible things to you but you shouldn't pile your hate on the son for what the father did.' admonished Shacklebolt, his baritone voice cutting through the awkward silence from Snape's statement.

'The boy is a good for nothing miscreant, just like his father' Snape replied nastily in his nasally like drone. Remus held back when Snape started the conversation but bringing up James and Harry with such vitriol snapped him from his usual laid back demeanor and snapped back.

'You have no right to bad mouth James or Harry you dirty snake' shouted Remus, surprising everyone knowing that this mild mannered person had lost his temper so quickly. Snape just snorted with disgust,

'So the werewolf decides to back his miscreant friends of course, bitten anyone lately monster?' This cutting remark set off Remus, his eyes changed to amber as he threw his chair back and went to throttle Snape but was held back by Hagrid. Even with Hagrid's own giant's strength he had a hard time holding back Remus.

'Calm down Remus, jus' let 'em go you jus' givin' 'em what he wants' Hagrid said straining against Remus' were enhanced strength. Remus seemed to calm a little, a slight shimmer of amber in his eyes from the wolf being so close to the surface.

'That's right, you sit down like a dog' Snape said with a pleased smile on his face, before Remus could try to attack the greasy git again the door was flung open, Mundungus Fletcher wobbly trying to stand up and stay conscious. Before there was any bedlam Dumbledore flew into action.

'Molly, get Poppy. Mr. Fletcher, what happened, who did this to you?' Dumbledore demanded, Mundungus finally stumbling and falling over, a noticeable lump on the back of his head and streaks of crimson clumping his greasy hair in clumps.

'I was keepin' watch o' 'Arry's place, I see 'da lad leavin' wid' 'dis red 'eaded fella with glasses' Mundungus slurred, his accent and obvious concussed state affecting his speech.

'Red head, one of your boys perhaps Arthur?' Moody questioned with a frown marring his already scarred face. A spike of indignation rose up in Arthur Weasley, everyone knew him to be mild mannered to the point of edging to a pushover but knew crossing a line he could be a fierce adversary. One such line was his family, Arthur summoning all his willpower quashed his annoyance.

'Not even the twins would do something this, violent.' Arthur frowned voicing his irritation. 'You all should know this and I ask that you never implicate such things again without any proof'

'No, it wasn' his boys. Too ol' I say bou' fordee yea's ol' or so. Na tha' grea' lummox jus' came up and slam me 'ead in a tree as I question'd tha' lad why 'e was leavin' Mundungus interrupted struggling to get back up. Dumbledore held him by his shoulder and looked Dung in the eye's with a serious look.

'Mr. Fletcher, where is Harry Potter?' Dumbledore demanded fearing the answer.

'I dunno Guv', I dunno...'.

There was only the ticking of a beat up clock in the kitchen of the Evan house, Harry sat in silence contemplating on the discussion he had with Cole not half an hour ago. The issues that came up in that discussion flew though his mind, the fact that Dumbledore may have had ulterior reasons for putting Harry with the Dursleys. The fact that for some reason Dumbledore wanted Cole out of the way puts another point against him. All the information was overwhelming Harry and gave him a slight headache, from the trip from Hogwarts, to the journey to the Dursleys, to the fight at the Dursleys and finally the heart to heart with an uncle that he had no clue of had sapped all the energy that he had. Then and there, the 10 metre walk to his room seemed like a long journey, even the knowledge that the bliss of sleep was so close seemed so far away. After a few minutes of contemplation Harry levered himself from his chair, his full stomach acting as a metaphorical weight holding him down. He dragged his way up the weathered stairs, the wood creaking slightly even under his light weight, Harry stooping his shoulders due to the figurative weight on his mind.

Opening his door with an eerie squeak he shuffled his way to his bed, falling on top of the covers. With has last conscious actions he look his glasses off, dropped them next to him on a nearby table and fitfully fell into the hands of Morpheus.

It was a couple hours when Harry drowsily awoke, sleep was still holding him; he had felt a sense of someone watching him. Drowsily opening his eyes he dragged his head to face the doorway where he witnessed a strange yet alarming sight. Standing in the doorway which was slightly opened was the figure of a red headed woman, petite in stature with a flowing pearl summer dress watching Harry sleep. She was humming a sweet yet haunting song that seemed somehow familiar tune with a gentle smile on her face, she glowed slightly in the dark her skin seemed to be dimly luminescent. She smiled a little more, giggled and closed the door. Harry had his eyes wide open in alarm, though his eyes were severely blurred from sleep and not having his glasses on he definitely saw a woman watching him sleep. It was quite creepy in Harry's eyes and took him a few minutes to blankly blink his eyes, shake his head and grab his glasses to shake his sleepiness away.

Harry wasn't exactly sure who he saw, throughout the whole event he was frozen in the spot and although strange the event only lasted 5 seconds max. Harry struggled to get off of his bed, looking around the room, his body protesting to just lie back to sleep but his mind needed answers. He took a quick sweep around, the lights from the street streaking through the window curtains letting him see when his eyes adjusted to the dark a little more. Harry made his way to the door, the floorboards slightly creaking as he opened the door with a squeak. He checked the hall in confusion, there didn't seem to be anyone awake at this god awful time; that was until he heard a clinking of a glass and scrape of a chair from downstairs. Checking that he had his wand, Harry drew it out with his arm slightly aching from breaking it earlier and made his way down the stairs, the floor boards groaning to Harry's displeasure. There seemed to be a light on streaming under the kitchen, he took a deep breath in preparation and a spell on his ready lips he opened the door pointing his wand just to find Cole up, sitting at the table.

It appeared he had been there for a good hour, he had a tumbler containing a couple fingers of amber liquid; a bottle of alcohol in front of him. He had a few cigarette butts stubbed out in an old glass ash tray and a lit one in his hand, in the other a small photo frame containing a small magical photo.

'Can't sleep either huh?' Cole looked up bleary eyed, sleep addled and also slightly inebriated. Harry just shook his head,

'I thought I saw someone upstairs, a woman' Harry looked around putting his wand away in his back pocket.

'Don't put it there' Cole said frowning, 'Huh?' Harry asked confused.

'Your wand, don't put it in your back pocket, you may lo-' started Cole

' –lose a buttock, I know. Professor Moody told me about rudimentary wand care and handling' Harry admitted slightly sheepishly, putting his wand in a side pocket.

'We will have to see about getting to a wand holster, can't have you breaking or losing your wand in this day and age.' Cole frowned slightly and shook his head.

'So Professor Moody 'ey, never thought that grizzly old bastard would teach at Hogwarts; thought he would terrify the students too much' Cole said with a fond smile breaking the frown from his face, taking a drag from his cigarette.

'You know Mad Eye?' Harry looked slightly surprised which made Cole snort a little.

'Know him? Ha! That old scar faced bastard owes me 3 galleons, he was my dueling instructor in preparation for the Unspeakables.' Cole admitted, Harry just blinked and asked,

'Dueling instructor?'

'Yep, compulsory one year training as requirement for joining the Department of Mysteries. That bastard taught me all kinds of dirty tricks and how to really fight in real life, no 'dueling' there'. Cole took a sip from his tumbler, 'Hell, he taught your mother a thing or too as well' Cole continued, Harry's head snapping to attention.

'Mum was an Unspeakable?' Harry asked in surprise, Cole just nodded. Harry at first hesitated but then finally asked.

'What did she do?' Harry asked, Cole just smiled and shook his head a little.

'Haha, funny that you would ask an Unspeakable what happens in the Department of Mysteries but I guess I can give you a basic idea; she was a Spell Creator and a fine one at that even for someone so young.' Harry's curiousness got the better of him, hesitated slightly then asked,

'What was Mum like, you know, when you and Mum were younger?'

Cole hesitated a little, then took a deep breath and handed Harry the picture frame, in it contained two young red heads; one looking very similar to a glasses wearing Cole only much younger and one who looked extremely familiar to him from photos, his mother Lily. This showed Harry full proof of the relation between Cole and his mother, the resemblance was uncanny. They looked like they were the age close to finishing Hogwarts in this picture, Cole and Lily stood together with large smiles on their faces with arms wrapped around each other, a small package in Lily's hand.

'That was taken on our 16th birthday, I gave her a small calligraphy set; your grand mother took that photo' Cole explaining, flicking the ash from his cigarette into the ash tray in mid explanation.

'Your mother was one of the most kindest people I know, really studious nature; loved to learn. She could be really sweet and kind one minute and lose her temper and be really scary the next.' Cole said, reminiscing of the old days, days when all was happy.

'Scary?' Harry prodded; Cole just smirked good naturedly and said,

'Yeah, the girl was an angel most times but boy she had a rotten temper at times, got it from your grandmother' Cole chuckled, Harry just took it all in. All the stories he had been told from others told of a different kind of person, always the loving mother but Cole just brought a human like aspect in his minds eye concerning his mother, it felt good.

'One thing about your mother, is she loved to sing, which she did beautifully. Really the only thing she was never good at was cooking, that girl would burn water' Cole chuckled.

'Anyway as you have probably been told she despised your father the first 6 years of Hogwarts.' Cole carried on; Harry interrupted the conversation admitting he was told this.

'How did they get together?' Harry asked trying to get why someone can hate someone then marry them years later.

'Your grandparents passed away shortly after our 16th birthday, and after a falling out with a childhood friend-' '-Snape?' Harry asked

'Yeah, after all that your mother withdrew in herself in our 6th Year at Hogwarts. Your father was the one to drag her out the funk somehow, I do remember her cursing his skin turquoise one time in one of hair brained attempts to open up.' Cole laughed softly a little of this thought.

'Those were the days, I sure do miss them. I loved your mother much more than any brother could' Cole admitted taking a sip of alcohol but noted the look on Harry's face and sniffed.

'Not like that kind of love, there wasn't any thought of sex involved; it was a deep kind of love when two souls are connected. It is something all magical twins have' Cole waved his hand in exasperation.

'All twins?' Harry asked his mind on two certain red heads and a set of twin beauties, Cole just looked at Harry for some clarification.

'I know two sets of twins, Fred and George Weasley are joined to the hip and prank others together but from what I know the other set of twins, Padma and Parvati Patil are in two totally different people' Harry explained slightly confused, wouldn't it be if there was such a connection wouldn't they all be extremely close?

'Not necessarily, majority of same sex magical twins will have their own 'strength' of connection if you will, Padma and Parvati may be two totally different people but all in all they would have their own special connection to each other.' Cole explained, stubbing his cigarette out and taking a small sip of alcohol.

'Mine and Lily's connection was quite different, you know the prevalence of twins in the magical world is a lot higher than normal but different sex twins is very rare, to my knowledge there has been only a few instances of different sex magical twins in history.' Cole lectured emptying his glass smacking his lips a bit.

'Some thing about different sexes sharing a same womb manufactures a connection much more prominent then others, I could actually feel everything Lily feels and visa versa; it was quite creepy yet comforting at the same time. In fact I remember when Lily had her first period-' Cole closed his eyes a little drunkenly, '-erm, I don't need to know that' Harry exclaimed a little green, just too much information for a 15 year old boy.

Cole just shook himself a little with a sheepish grin.

'Sorry kid, a little too much information there but suffice to say some extreme emotions bleed through the connection, like when you were born. Painful as hell but after all that pain your mother was completely overwhelmed with joy, it was the second last time we ever cried in unison' Cole admitted with a strange smile on his face. Harry at first was silent but the question haunted him and knew that what answer he would get would be very important.

'When was the last?' Harry mournfully asked, Cole shuddered from hearing the question; not really wanting to answer it. Unfortunately Harry asked and he promised to be honest with him, still remembering the event cut to his very soul.

'It was on the 31st of October, 1981 it was 6.54 pm on the dot, just as Voldemort blasted open the door just before your mother died for you' Cole answered in a dead voice, Harry flinched and wished he did not ask; damn his infernal inquisitiveness. There was silence for many minutes, just the ticking of the old worn clock on the wall.

'After your mother died, I went insane. Our connection was so great that by severing her presence like that shattered my mind; it took 7 months to piece myself back together. By that time I was a homeless man on the streets of Marseilles and a shell of a person. Only the memories of good times keep me sane now, I have become a shadow of my former self.' Cole mournfully admitted his voice breaking and hollow as he looked down at his strong calloused hands.

'But that is the past; I have a new purpose driving me now'

'What is that?' Harry asked with a slight worried look on his face. Cole just slightly grinned with a glint in his eye, the light slightly obscuring the other.

'I'm going to give you the tools to kill that son of a bitch who killed Lily kid, and I will do it if I have to die trying!'