George could not believe he still had Harry. The loss of his twin had devastated him and the loss of Harry had been nearly as bad. To have Harry back meant the world to him. And the news that Harry was pregnant with Fred's daughter, was the most incredible news beyond him being alive. He was at a loss at what to do. He didn't want to lose Harry but he couldn't tell Harry to give up the baby either. He knew that Harry could never sacrifice a child after what his mother had done, and who he was. But it was also the daughter of his twin and someone he loved as a brother too. He could never have Fred back but this little girl was a part of him. He had such mixed emotions and he needed to find a way to have both.

Severus hoped that now Harry was home he would see reason. He had failed with Lily but he would not fail with Harry. He knew Lily had been right, she would not have been the sister he loved if she had left her son. But he could not allow Lily's son to die now.

George sought him out. "You need to do something."

"I have already said."

George pushed. "I know you don't care about…."

"I helped him this far." Severus spat.

"For the sake of his mother and Remus."

"If it was just for them, I'd have gone long ago."

George was confused. "You hated him."

"But he was my sister's son." Severus grunted.

"Then help me." George tried.

"You want him to give up your twin's baby?"

George sighed. "No. I couldn't ask him to."

"Then what do you expect from me?"

"There has to be some other way."

Severus sighed. "There may be one."

George stopped. "Harry said nothing."

Severus grunted. "He has no idea."

There was one thing he could think of doing. As far as he could tell, the same love that had saved him as a baby, could save him now. When Voldemort had cursed him in the woods, he had killed the horcrux in Harry. But while it was gone, there was a hint of the curse left in him, why his scar had never left him. It was that bit of the curse which was now feeding into his system and killing him. It was a slow acting killing curse, and like the real one, there was no known defense. Lily's love had saved Harry originally but Voldemort had neutralized that with Harry's blood.

George was confused at what the man was trying to get at. Lily was dead and there was no way she could make the sacrifice for her son again. And there was no way that Harry would allow anyone to die for him again, or for his little girl.

"No one dying is required." Severus assured him.

"Then what?"

"Remember the wards on Privet?"

George nodded. "Why Harry had to stay."

Severus nodded. "And why was it?"

"Because his only blood family lived there."

"Because Petunia and her son were a link."

George understood. "Petunia?"

"She has her sister's blood. A link to the original sacrifice."

"Can we not just take some from her?" George asked.

"No, it must be given of her own will." Severus sighed.

George didn't get it. "They took Harry's blood…."

Severus cut him off. "The ceremony was different."

"So we just have to convince Petunia to give us some blood."

"But we cannot threaten. It has to be of free will."

George sighed. "Easier said than done."

They both knew that the woman had never had any love lost for Harry or his mother. She had taken Harry in but she had always hated him. Harry had not had any contact with her since he left her home at seventeen. The order had put them into hiding but they had returned after the war finished. Both men had their doubts that the woman would ever be willing to help Harry out like this.

"We have to try."

Severus sighed. "There is no assurance it will work."

George stood. "You can't give up."

Severus grunted. "I am not. But she is stubborn."

George asked. "Can this work?"

"Petunia?"

"The spell. Can it work?"

Severus was uncertain. "It has never been done before."

George was pale. "He has survived a lot."

"I guess we need the boy wonder to do it again."

"Do you know where the woman is?"

Severus nodded. "I believe they returned home."

George was ready to go. "What are we waiting for?"

"We may need Harry."

George stopped. "Is that wise?"

Severus shrugged. "It may be the only way."

Severus had not told Harry until now as he had been uncertain. But with Harry in the country it seemed it was worth a try. George and Severus spoke to Remus before they went to Harry with this. They were reluctant to give Harry false hope but he had not had any hope of any kind until now. But they also knew it would be rough on him facing the woman. Remus agreed, and they spoke to Harry about what they needed to do.

Harry was pale but nodded. "I don't think she will help."

Privet Drive had not changed over the years. Petunia and Vernon had returned that summer to their home. Vernon had simply taken a leave of absence from his job during the time they were gone. They were happy back in their old home and their old lives as well. Dudley had actually started college in the fall. In his new school he had cleaned up a bit and he had got into a computer game design program. He was home for the holidays and Petunia was so happy to have him. Marge was to join them, they had not spent much time with her, in the past year.

Petunia was busy in the kitchen two days before Christmas. Marge was arriving later that day and she was busy baking and cooking as well. For a moment her mind went to her nephew. She had no idea why, he had died months before, and she had not thought of him until now.

There was a knock and Vernon called. "Get the door."

Petunia wiped her hands. "I am busy."

"Dud and I are watching the game."

Petunia sighed. "Don't complain if your dinner is burned."

Vernon called. "Just go out for dinner."

Petunia went to open the door. "Marge we were not…."

Albus smiled as her voice trailed off. "Petunia."

She stared at the man. "What are you doing here?"

Albus motioned. "Perhaps I can come in?"

Petunia glared. "And why would I?"

Albus sighed. "There are things we need to discus."

Petunia ground her teeth. "Make it quick."

Albus came in. "Your courtesy has not changed."

"Your lack of invitation hasn't either." She spat.

"I simply didn't know I'd be in the area."

Petunia had never liked the man from the first time she had met him. And it was not because he belonged to that world either. He had come to speak to them the day after Harry had been left there. There was something about the man that she had never trusted at all. The last time he had come was when she was told that her nephew had been killed. He had come to return her to her old life and bring her the news.

Albus had hoped he would never have to see these people again. He had been done with them when he had seen Harry dead in battle. The boy he had not mourned. Harry needed to die and it had been so much easier. Albus knew Harry had known about his lies, and was a loose cannon.

Petunia led him into the kitchen. "Why are you here?"

"I have come about Harry."

"My nephew is dead. You have already told me."

Albus nodded. "It is about his estate."

Petunia smirked. "If you think he left me…."

Albus cut her off. "You have your sister's money from your parents."

Petunia agreed. "I don't see why you are here."

Albus smiled. "I think perhaps you were short changed."

"Short changed?"

"You are Harry's only blood family. You should have inherited more." Albus pushed.

Petunia eyed him. "Oh and you are here to help me gain it?"

"Remus I will argue deserved some, the Black estate possibly, but not the rest."

Petunia didn't like this. "And what would you get for helping me?"

"There are some seats. You are a muggle, so of course you could not use them but…."

She understood. "But you could."

"There are changes that could be made, I know Harry would have wanted."

Petunia smirked. "Since when have you cared what my nephew wanted?"

Albus sighed. "Not this again. It was for the best."

Petunia pointed. "I let you make me treat him….no more."

"It kept him safe." Albus pushed.

She laughed. "He is dead, how safe was he?"

Albus reminded her. "He died after. He saved many."

Petunia led him out. "Get out of my house."

Albus tried. "If you changed your mind….."

He found the door slammed in his face. He had known the woman was trouble and had to force her and Vernon to be so cruel to Harry. Harry had to be humble and controllable for his plans. He could not contest the Black money, as both Harry and Sirius named Remus secondary heir to the money. And with Harry dead, Teddy was the next for the title, his mother had been a Black as well. But the Potter estate he could and to be proxy for Black until Teddy was older. He needed control of those seats, and Petunia was the only way for him to get them.

Vernon came to her. "What did he want?"

Petunia turned. "Harry's estate."

Vernon smirked. "Never changed."

Petunia sighed. "Harry is dead, but he won't meddle."

Vernon thought. "Maybe the money…"

Petunia cut him off. "I will not rob from my nephew."

Vernon reminded her. "He is dead."

Petunia sighed. "And he had a will."

Vernon reminded her. "We housed him. We…."

She cut him off. "That man paid us. And after how we treated Harry….."

Vernon kissed her. "I know."

Petunia motioned. "I should see to the food."

Vernon stopped. "Did you hear something?"

Dudley called. "It's happening again."

Petunia rushed into the den. "The fire."

Many years before, Harry's friends had come through the fire and blown up their electric one. They had a real fireplace installed some years ago after the incident. There had been no fire in the fireplace but they had been planning on one later that evening after dinner. But they found when they entered the room, there was a fire in the fireplace. And it was not a normal fire, it was green, they had only seen that once before now.

They were all shocked when Harry stepped from the fire. "Hi."

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