An: As I said I'm going to fastforward alot and this is the fastforwarding part really. thank you all loyal rewivers and readers. I can not believe how well liked this story has become...I never thought that it would be, honestly. and since I bagan this story...long before I read the seventh book...I have to change some of my original ideas...but meeh...doesnt change much.

Disclaimer:It all belongs to the genious J.K. Rowling. But some of the plotline are comepletely mine. And the OC's.

Chapter 31-The Beginning or The End?

Moony's POV

I couldn't believe that those three had disappeared in the middle of the night. But I had an idea on what they were doing. Drinking themselves to stupor. That's how those three idiots handle pain after all…but I never thought that they would worry us like that! And least of all Mrs Potter, who had showed up an hour ago, crying hysterically. And finding out that your son and sort of adoptive son and daughter were missing didn't help.

"Does anyone have any idea on where the three missing students could be?" professor McGonagall said through clenched teeth. Although she sounded more worried than mad. I raised my hand and everyone stared at me.

"Yes Mr Lupin" professor Dumbledore said looking at me with his piercing blue eyes. I felt slightly guilty since he had accepted me into this school when no other would have. He had helped me and yet I felt like I had betrayed his trust when I let my friend risk their lives. But I couldn't just not tell them, could I?

"They…they might be in the shrieking shack, professors" I could feel their gazes and Mrs Potter said;

"The shack? What on earth would they do there?"

"Uum…drinking?" I said carefully. I heard the girls groan and professor McGonagall huffed.

"WHAT? In a situation like this?" Mrs Potter said looking at me in disbelief. I smiled sadly and said;

"Yes…it's their way to deal with…pain" this made Mrs Potter change her expression from a disbelieving and slightly annoyed one to a soft and understanding one. We all made our way to Hogsmead and to the shrieking shack since we couldn't really use the secret tunnel. And that's where we found them. Leaning against each other and asleep. There were liquor bottles everywhere, broken and whole ones. And the whole room reeked liquor.

"Idiots" I mumbled and the other sniggered a bit. It was a sad situation but these three had successfully brought some humour into it…and they didn't even know it.

Suddenly a groan was heard and Char started to stir. She opened her eyes that were red and looked at us dully.

"Bugger" she said and then started to shake the other two. They groggily sat up both of them white as sheets. They stared at Char who nodded towards us and then groaned and held her head in pain. They looked up at us dully and both of them said;

"Aaw bugger" we took them back to the school and to the hospital wing, where they were scolded by Mrs Potter. But I don't think they could comprehend much of it in their hung-over states. When they finally sobered up they apologized and were allowed to spend the day with Mrs Potter.

Chars POV

We spent the rest of that day with Mrs P. she was devastated of course; she had just lost her husband. But I think we helped comforting each other. It was a sad day that involved a lot of tears but something good came from it too. I bonded more with Mrs P and I really felt like she was my real mum.

"Mrs P…" she smiled gently at me and said;

"Please Char, call me Mary. You are somewhat an adult now and like a daughter to me." if she only knew how much that small comment warmed my heart. I smiled at her and said;

"Okay…Mary. I'm really sorry for your loss…I hate saying that. It sounds so uncaring and lame but…I don't know what else to say" she smiled again and told me that she understood. She left late that night and I spent the night in the boys' dorm, as did James.

When I woke up the next day I knew what I had to do. I had to have a talk with Dumbledore. So when we had eaten breakfast I headed for Dumbledore's office. When I reached the gargoyle I stared dumbly at it.

"Now what would the password be, hmm? Ice Mice? Lemon Drops? Lollipop? Peppermints? Chocolate Covered Macadamia Nuts?" When I said the last one the gargoyle jumped out of the way and the magic staircase appeared. I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Seriously?" I mumbled slightly confused at Dumbledore's incredibly long choice of password. I went up the stairs resisting the urge to hum "We're off to see the wizard". When I reached the top I didn't even have a chance to knock at the door. I was expected.

"Ah, miss Reese! I was wondering when you'd show up" the old wizard behind the desk said. When I looked at him flashes from the sixth and seventh book went through my mind. And I started to doubt myself. Was it wrong of me to tell him everything, could I really trust this man? I knew his sort of manipulative ways…I knew of his past, his future…I knew everything. But I also knew that I would never be able to help anyone without his help. He was one of the greatest wizards through all time after all. He smiled at me and motioned for me to sit down and offered me a lemon drop.

"I had a feeling that you would like to talk to me after this. And I also take it that you didn't know about Harold Potters unfortunate death…" how blunt of him eh? And so totally Dumbledore-ish in some strange way.

"Yes and no. I knew it would happen, just not the exact date…and I had forgotten"

"You have forgotten a lot haven't you?" he said smiling gently. I snorted and said;

"Yeah. How about everything? I've been so caught up with…with having fun, falling in love and just living life…and that made me forget about everything I know. All the terror that will happen…" Dumbledore smiled a very kind and gentle smile at me and then offered me some tea. I smiled my thanks and looked at him.

"When?"

"When will I ask all of you to join the order? Two days after graduation…but I will inform you of the meeting a week before graduation" he didn't even have to ask me what I meant; he knew exactly what I was talking about. I nodded and then he looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of his.

"And I've been doing some research on what we could do to prevent certain events from happening" I smiled and he winked at me.

"Really…but you're not going to tell me until the opportune moment, right?" I said knowing he wouldn't tell me of his plan yet.

"Exactly…I think its best that you don't know yet…until I know that it's…even possible to do"

"But you do have a plan?"

"Possibly yes"

"Thank you headmaster" and that's the moment that I knew that I could trust Albus Dumbledore, but I also knew that I was not going to trust him blindly. One of the greatest wizards or not, we all have our weaknesses.

When I stepped out of Dumbledore's office I was not in a good mood. Because I couldn't believe how much I had forgotten. Or well not exactly forgotten but I had just…pushed all the horrors out of my head and had been occupied with having fun.

But now my head was swirling with thoughts about the future and the past again. I went into the first abandoned classroom I found and just sat down to think.

How could I actually get so distracted that I forgot about knowing everything that will happen? But I soon realized that, that wasn't the only thing I had forgotten. I had forgotten the place I used to call home, my world. How could someone forget about their mum, step dad, Brothers, Friends? Well I'm a great example for all that, because I had indeed forgotten.

My step dad wasn't that hard to push out of my mind, he was a bastard that hated me after all. I simply didn't fit into his perfect blonde family. My mum started to act more and more like him every day and my little brothers were to small to understand. So it wasn't really that hard to forget them when you had loving people like Harold and Mary Potter around. When I thought of Mr P I had to stifle a sob, it was still hard to think about the man that I had come to like and look up to. He had become a father figure to me after all.

But back to my previous dilemma…how does one forget their best friends? Vi and Dave. The three of us that were supposed to be best friends for life, never forget, never stop loving and most important always be together. What happened to that? Had I really forgotten my two best friends in the world? And just as that thought went through my head, a slightly disturbing voice in my head appeared and said; no you haven't…because they aren't your best friends anymore. And as hard as it was to admit...the voice was right. As evil, mean and heartless it makes me sound, I hadn't forgotten them; I had simply…replaced them. Instead of Vi my best friend that knew everything about me and was always there I had Lily, this loving and amazing girl that I would die for. And instead of the bloke I used to call my brother Dave…I had James, this great and funny bloke that was my new brother.

And then there's Sirius…he was my best friend, my love and no one could compare to him. Not even Dylan. I hadn't even thought about him for ages…well not since that discussion with Reggie. Dylan was my first…everything. But he was a bad boy, a player, a cheater and mean. But his bad boy persona was the thing that drew me to him. He was my first true love, or that's what I told myself but he hurt me…many times. Vi always told me how bad he was but in my lovesick mind I didn't see his faults. We broke up…so many times that it's not even worth trying to count how many, and even though he continued to hurt me. I still went back to him, because I thought that I could change him, I thought I loved him and he me. I was stupid and naïve. I didn't even know what love was back then…I do now.

I must be a really mean and evil person…but the more I thought about it the clearer it became. It hurt to think it but it was the truth. I didn't miss anyone from back there, it wasn't my home anymore, this was. I had found my place here and I didn't miss my old life. I may sound heartless but…I had a new family, new friends and a new love and they were ten times better then the old ones. So…why should I miss them? After that I really did forget about the past, and the crazy thing is…it didn't hurt at all.

The weeks that followed were dull. None of us was at high spirits really. And since James, Sirius and I usually were the optimistic ones…well you can guess that we weren't in the best of moods really.

Mr Potter's funeral was a week after his death. James, Lily, Sirius, Remus and I were the ones from our group that attended. It was sad yet beautiful. There were roses and lilies everywhere. Mrs Potter held a wonderful speech about her husband and an old friend of theirs tried to lighten the sombre mood with jokes in his memorial speech. It didn't really work. Actually I don't remember that much of the funeral…because I spent most of it crying into Sirius shoulder who had his arms around me through the whole thing. But I do remember throwing a single rose down on mr Potters casket, saying;

"Goodbye…dad"

But the sombre and dull mood we had been in for weeks changed when the opportunity to prank Snape came up. After that things went back to normal. Well as normal as it could get when you were hanging out with the marauders and this evil dark lord was terrorising the country. And oh yeah, the N.E.W.T.s were approaching and Lily was being a Nazi study sergeant. No one was getting out of the study sessions.

So here I am now sitting in the great hall writing my transfiguration test. Or well I was actually done and was just sitting there twirling a strand of my hair. I looked over at James who was staring at Lily, who was still scribbling furiously as were Moony, Amelia and dearest Reggie.
Frank looked like he was asleep and Alice was trying to subtly throw paper balls at him to wake him. Jas was silently flirting with a guy in front of her. I rolled my eyes and stifled a giggle. I then glanced at Sirius who was doodling and looking up at me every now and then shooting me smiles.
Then I spotted Peter who was chewing on his quill obviously nervous. I had been thinking a lot about him lately and before you even start thinking it. Eew…get your mind out of the gutter. I knew who he was, what he was and what he was going to do. I just didn't really know when he was going to join and I wasn't entirely sure on why. Well I knew parts of it…but not everything. I didn't think he had joined yet…but he would soon…could I change it? Could I somehow make him not join? But I realized that Peter and I weren't the best of friends…I never really tried being friends with him. Mostly because of what I knew…so I wasn't really the person that should talk to him about that.

When the N.E.W.T.s was finally over, we could all relax. We were sitting underneath a tree near the Black Lake when the owl came flying towards us. It informed us of that we were supposed to meet with Dumbledore two days after graduation. While everyone started discussing and speculating on what our headmaster would want. I just kept quiet; hating the fact that I knew things they did not.

Then the graduation day came. We were all wearing our black cloaks and sitting outside. Our relatives were there. And up at the stage stood Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Slughorn. We were all called up and got our diplomas in alphabetical order. Then we all stood there and had our pictures taken got the yearbook which were filled with pictures and memories. Later we celebrated by going out to a bar and having fun. When we were dancing, laughing and just being generally happy one could only wonder; why couldn't things stay this way?

An:The next chapter should be up after the weekend...me thinks...and well...it really begins now doesnt it? since the next chapter can only be discribed by two words: Order and Disagreement. yah...fancy that, eh? anywho rewievs as always make me happy...and well other then that. have a nice day!
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