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EDIT: Sorry for uploading this chapter again. I stupidly ended up deleting it instead of just replacing it, I'm so very sorry about it.

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"And now, I'm leaving. Rest, we have lots to do tomorrow. And Padfoot, I'm thrilled to see you're so in touch with your feminine side, but care not to get too girly, okay?" James said, grinning. Sirius barked a small laugh and threw a pillow at his best friend. But then, the pillow hit the door, already closed after James left. Walking back to his bedroom, James felt a bit better for hearing his friend laughing. It had been such a long time without any laughs from Sirius...

Sadly, James also noticed how Sirius' mouth extremities still didn't go even nearly close to his eyes.

The following morning started extra early. Not only did the Order have a lot of preparations to do so that the raid would work, but the tension created by the prospect of a rescue didn't let anybody sleep much further.

At Potter Manor, the day started even earlier. Sirius woke up little after 05:00 a.m., which meant he had slept way more than on the last few days. He took a shower and got dressed calmly and, as he made it to the kitchen, he was surprised to find Lily and Harry already there. Harry seemed to have woken up not so long before, and Lily was probably preparing a bottle of milk – something she always did herself instead of asking one of the elves.

Sirius watched her focused on preparing her son's morning milk, and started thinking about the night before. Was it too soon to talk to her? Would he know everything he had to tell her? Even more, he didn't know if he had it in him to choose the correct words to say to her. He knew he would have to talk to his friend sooner or later, and evidently time wouldn't help it at all, but…

Sirius didn't know if he had stayed a long time thinking, but before he came to a decision, Lily turned and saw him. Her eyes widened and, if she had any sleeping traces before, they were all gone now. Their eyes met and while her expression was of total surprise, his was calm but unusually serious.

"Good morning, Lily." He said. It neither sounded harsh, nor soft. It sounded… neutral. He broke the eye contact and moved to the refrigerator to get something to eat. Deep inside, though, he was wondering why he hadn't stayed in bed.

"M-morning…" Lily stuttered, her voice a whisper. She followed his movements with her eyes and kept on watching him getting stuff out of the refrigerator and placing them carefully on the table. Ham, cheese, mayonnaise, bread... He was obviously thinking about making a sandwich for breakfast, something he actually seemed to like doing. The silence was palpable on the room, and even Harry, who was surprisingly fast asleep again on his baby chair, didn't make any sound.

After some full minutes in that deep, disturbing silence while Sirius prepared his sandwich, Lily decided she had to get it all out of her chest.

"Sirius… I'm so sorry for last night. I-I… regret it immensely…" she said, looking at his direction. Her eyes were full of sorrow, but Sirius didn't see it, as he kept on making his sandwich, not even glancing up to look at her. Lily kept on waiting for him to say something. The thing is, Lily was never a girl to feel pain or sorrow for something she had done, which meant that being angry she knew how to behave pretty well, but apologizing? That was never easy for her...

Another problem was, had she really done something bad? She was only trying to help!

After a few minutes, Sirius finally decided what he could say.

"We all did something we regret yesterday, Lily. Don't think about it too hard."

The auburn haired girl flinched. Apology not accepted. That much was clear for Lily Potter, neé Evans. She felt her heart breaking in even tinier pieces as she understood that this was way more serious than she thought. "I can't, Sirius. Guilt is eating me from inside out…" She started

"Oh, so now you know how it feels like, then?" He snapped, finally looking back at her. Despite the harsh words, his tone wasn't as aggressive as it could have been. "Imagine if you had put my life in danger, now."

"You didn't put Remus' life in danger, Sirs." She said.

"I don't want to talk about this, Lily." He said, going back to the preparation of his ham-and-cheese sandwich. Lily sighed deeply.

"You're right and I'm sorry. But please, Sirius, tell me what I can do to make it up to you for last night…" She pleaded.

Sirius looked again at her. His face was so uncharacteristically emotionless that Lily even stopped breathing. "There's nothing you can do, Lily. I'm not angry at you. Not really, at least. This whole thing put me in some situations that I wouldn't like to be. I do regret shouting at you, but I meant every single word I said. I'm an adult as well, Lily, even if I decided long ago I'd take a more careless approach to life in general. I know you sometimes don't trust me, with Harry, for example, because you think I'm too childish, that I would screw things up. And then you try to teach me things, how to act, how to do stuff. The thing is, Lily, I've been through way more shit than you have. You know a lot of the things I suffered when I was a child, either because I told you, or because James did. You're probably the one who knows the most after him and Remus, then. But you know only the 'tip of the iceberg'. And that's why you might understand why I care so much about my friends, and about having fun. But you'll never see the whole reason why, nor will you understand the dimensions of it."

A 'hush' of air showed her that she had started breathing again. However, she didn't even pay attention to it, as the only thing in her mind was a big 'OUCH'. Lily felt the tears stinging the back of her eyes, and she knew they were probably already rolling freely without her consent.

"I-I… Don't know what to say, Sirius. I haven't imagined, I-I guess…" She looked at the floor. "You're like a brother to me, Sirius…"

"And you're like a sister to me, Lily-flower." She raised her head back up. He had a mouth full of sandwich, but he also had a small grin on his lips. "But that doesn't mean you can treat me like your son, okay? You have the best son ever, just over here." Harry, still asleep, had a bubble of snot growing from one of his nostrils. Each time he inhaled, the bubble shrank. Each time he exhaled, it swelled. "Teach him how to be a good person. I might as well be a lost case."

Lily smiled, relieved. She imagined she had been forgiven the moment he got all he wanted to say out.

"Does... Does that mean you forgive me?" She said, carefully. Sirius watched her for a few seconds, but kept his grin.

"I guess I have to, right?" He said, joking.

Without even thinking, she took a step and hugged him, being hugged back almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for it. "You'll never be a lost case for us, Sirs." She said, her voice barely audible because of his t-shirt.

He let her go and she took a step back, both of them smiling. "Well…" She said. "I have to go get my husband. He promised me he would feed Harry today, so…" She put her hand on Sirius' chest for some seconds and turned around. When she reached the arch that led to the dining room, though, she stopped and turned around again. "But if you drip mayonnaise on the floor, I'll force you to lick it as Padfoot, deal?" She then went snatch her husband, leaving her friend laughing behind.

If Sirius was any happy in the morning with Lily, James and Harry, now, a few minutes before leaving to the rescue of his best friend, one would highly doubt it. The Order had gathered itself at Potter Manor, using it as sort of a honorary headquarter. Dumbledore told them very little about the place they were going to, so the only thing they knew was that it was located in a forest not too far from the borders of the Wales.

Actually, Albus told them very little about the whole plan before going to the Weasleys' house to tell the other members about the raid, so James, Frank and Sirius spent the whole day thinking about some of the old plans of action they used when they were all aurors and went on missions together. Now, they remembered all the codes they used, and even created a few more, and they spent quite a long time dueling against each other so they could be in shape. Neither of the three liked to plan raids and these things, even though they were, of course, good at it. So, as Dumbledore himself decided to prepare the whole thing, they appreciated the fact that they just had to stay there and get their magic ready.

Moments before the raid, the living room was crowded. Joining the attack were James, Sirius, Frank Longbottom, Arthur Weasley, Alastor Moody, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, three aurors who were close to the marauders and friendly towards the Order and, as strange as it may seem, Dumbledore himself.

As most of the members joining the rescue were fathers of really young children, the mothers would stay at the new headquarters, waiting for the whole thing to end, so the men wouldn't have to worry about their safety and they had a common place to return to. So, apart from Harry and Lily, there was Alice and Neville, Molly and 11 years old Bill, 9 years old Charlie, 5 years old Percy, the twins Fred and George, 3 years old each, recently turned 2 Ron and almost 1 Ginny. Harry was ecstatic with all those children to play, and he seemed incapable of deciding with whom he would play first.

After a lot of reviewing of the steps everybody should take, Albus stood up. Pretty much everybody felt their hearts going up at the same pace.

"Well, we have one hour before sunset at the Forest of Serriat. I'd rather get going." He said, with a small smile on his lips. Almost no one smiled back as they gathered on a circle around the coffee table in the centre of the room. On the table there was a piece of rope that they would use as portkey to somewhere close to the small house Snape had discovered as Remus' whereabouts.

Of course, tension was hanging in the air. They wanted to save Remus, of course, but every single one of them knew how dangerous these things were, so they couldn't help feeling the dread that was climbing their backs.

At his command, everybody held the piece of rope and Dumbledore touched it with his wand lightly. People bid their farewells, husbands kissed their wives and kids, and after a few minutes what seemed like seconds, the portkey activated.

The group arrived in the middle of a clearing. Nothing very further could be seen, as the trees were tall and large, but they knew exactly where they were, because Dumbledore had shown them a set of maps in which he planned the whole attack. Arthur, Hestia, Frank and one of the aurors, named Proudfoot, entered the forest so they could get to the other side of the cabin in which the Death Eaters were. The others followed the single path that there was leading out of the clearing.

According to Dumbledore, what gave them the chance of being successful was the surprise factor. If they acted fast, they would probably be able to snatch Remus and get out as fast as possible. The forest was old and wild, as if it hadn't seen human interaction before. There was no path for them to follow, and there were no signs of markings or things to help them find their way.

Soon enough Dumbledore made them all stop. That was where the wards around the cabin he had mentioned were, it seemed. The old headmaster smiled, looking at the narrow, wild path ahead, as if it were some kind of an interesting riddle. Most of the people couldn't understand why the headmaster was so... interested in a clear path. But those who were a bit stronger magically, such as James and Moody, and those who were taught to recognize powerful spells such as Sirius, knew there was something there.

"You see, my dearest friends..." He said with a chuckle. "I think Voldemort himself hid this place. These wards are very strong, indeed. But the fact that this place is so hidden, and the nature of the protection, made his followers a little bit too over-confident." Dumbledore seemed rather excited about the whole thing.

"What do you mean, professor?" One of the aurors asked. His name was Savage.

"Well, my dear boy, it's quite simple, actually. These wards will repel anybody whose soul doesn't bear the Dark Mark, and inform whoever is inside that they are under attack." Albus answered, his eyes sparkling at the brilliancy of the foul shield.

"You can break it, can't you, Sir?" Emmeline asked. The headmaster smiled and raised his wand.

"I think so, miss Vance." Then, he started whispering words in latin, two or three at a time. Slow, lazy, multicolored lights left his wand and simply disappeared in thin air. After the fifth spell, the ward shone and revealed itself. It seemed to be a black veil that you could see through. The others just watched Dumbledore working. Soon, he started moving his hand and creating invisible shapes in the air. The spells became so many and so fast they were barely visible. And then, after a sharp vertical cut of Dumbledore's wand, the wall broke. but instead of disappearing, its shattered pieces came back together and formed a skull with a serpent as tongue.

Everybody held their breaths. The Dark Mark represented everything they feared the most. After all, arriving at home and seeing the Dark Mark hovering above it represented the inevitable loss of one's whole family. With one or two fast spells from Albus, the Dark Mark broke again, finally disappearing.

"Okay, time to move on." Moody said. "Let's cast the Disillusionment spell, and remember: CONSTANT VIGILANCE! And if and when I tell you to return to Potter Manor, do as I say!" They seemed to disappear under their spells and kept on going further. Not long after, they saw the cabin. It was square, all made of a different kind of black wood. It had two simple windows at its front, and a large two side door. But the most outstanding characteristic of the house was the painting around said door: A large green Dark Mark.

The image on the door actually gave everyone the impression that, when the person entered the house, this person would have entered the Dark Mark, which couldn't possibly mean something good.

"Prepare yourselves, boys." Came Dumbledore's stern voice a little to the front of the others. Then, from the exact same spot where the voice came, a blue light was shot, hitting the door with a loud sound that trembled the whole house, and consequently the area around, as if an earthquake was happening. Shouts could be heard from inside.

It had begun.

Lily, Alice and Molly were having tea in the living room. Even so full of children, the house was relatively silent. James Potter's Manor had its enchantments to all kinds of people, so everybody found something interesting to keep themselves entertained. Harry, Ron and Neville got along so well they were together from moment one and didn't seem eager to start the procedures to got to bed. They talked in their baby language and seemed perfectly capable of understanding each other. They were playing with Harry's toys, and were surprisingly sharing everything nicely.

Fred and George were exploring the big mansion. It was so big they probably wouldn't have time it explore it all before bedtime. Alice and Lily were actually very surprised how brave the two three year olds were, toddling around that big house alone. For their safety, though, Gally was asked to watch over them, which he did, proudly mentioning how many Potter boys he had looked after. Both Lily and Alice, who knew James since he was 11, knew that that was saying something.

Percy seemed to have a knack for studying. He already had the basic knowledge on how to read and was devouring some comic books he had brought. Bill and Charlie were playing gobstones in the large entrance hall, and they could be seen from where the women were sat. Bill, not wanting to upset his baby brother, always helped him so they were tied most of the time.

So the quietness allowed the women to speak. The only problem was Ginny. Lily couldn't help but notice how much the baby girl cried. It had been barely an hour and the girl had already cried three times! Lily internally thanked God for having such a calm son.

"So, Molly, Bill is going to Hogwarts in September, right?" Alice asked. Molly suddenly looked sad.

"Well, yes, I guess he is. I think he's so young! But he's eleven already. I guess it's time..." Her eyes didn't shine. Molly Weasley was a fierce was, nobody could deny, but she couldn't handle not being able to control and protect her family.

"I imagine how difficult it must be, Molly, but think about all the fun he'll have there." Lily said, sensing the woman's fears. She looked at the two young boys playing. She couldn't help agreeing that 11 was an awfully young age.

"Oh, how I miss Hogwarts..." Alice said, smiling and staring at nothing, mirth evident on her face and eyes.

Molly chuckled. "I guess so... but..." Her expression darkened again as she frowned. "but the times we are living... It don't know, I'm so worried about his safety... You know, we decided to enter the Order after my brothers were killed last year. I can't help but feel that maybe we should just... protect them, you know? Make them stay with us. I worry all the time, even if they're there, right under my nose..."

"It's understandable, dear. But you can't let fear take over." Lily said, even if she had a large lump of fear on her throat since the others left.

"And you can't forget that Albus, Minerva and Filius are all there. I guess he is safer at Hogwarts then here, with us." Alice added.

"I know but... what if something bad happens...What if, for example, they don't return today?" Molly said, her voice a whisper.

"They will." Lily snapped, speaking loudly. The other women looked at her, surprised. "They will return" She said again softly, mostly to herself. She wondered why her throat hurt so bloody much, though.

Remus couldn't move. Not because he was tied in that specific position or something like this, but because he lacked the energy to do so. After so much torturing and bashing, and also the almost starvation he was submitted, his strength was completely drained. He could actually feel his life starting to slip through his fingers, but he also couldn't make himself care about it. 'At least', he thought, 'I was able to keep my friends as safe as possible'.

In the werewolf's opinion, that thought alone was the only thing that didn't let him lose hope and die. That was the thought that soothed the pain when it became too unbearable, heated him up when he was too cold, fed him when he was too hungry. And Bellatrix seemed to know this.

"Why do you care about those filthy blood-traitors, nasty monster?" There she was, one more time, trying to break the only thing Remus had to hold for his dear life. In the first few days, he would grunt or snarl every time she said something like that. But today, after so much, he just couldn't do it. So he just let her continue, without paying attention.

While she rant about his friends once more, Remus thought about his situation. Of course he knew it was bad, but he also knew that they didn't want to kill him. He was the only one...

Pain from the cruciatus curse.

He was the only one who could give the Death Eaters a lead on where the Potters and Black were. And Bellatrix wanted to find them as soon as possible, as the ritual could get her killed if she didn't. That's why they were torturing him less these last few days. And he even got an almost full meal the day before.

"PAY ATTENTION!" Bellatrix shrieked. "CRUCIO!" Pain filled Remus' body once more, but he couldn't even make himself scream. Even after the spell was lifted, he couldn't stop shaking. Actually, everything seemed to be shaking.

He just noticed that there was something strange happening when he felt that it wasn't him who was shaking, but the whole room. "What the bloody hell is happening?" Bellatrix asked out loud, to herself of course. She then left the room and Remus alone.

Dumbledore's spell was meant to draw all the Death Eaters out, which worked to perfection. The Order didn't know how many or who they were, but some of the expected faces showed up: Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Bellatrix Lestrange and Dolohov. The good guys were slightly outnumbered, but the fact that they weren't expected ended up saving them and giving them a small but necessary help. As soon as Voldemort's followers stepped outside the house, they fell, hexed or cursed by the members of the Order.

Not long after, though, the Death Eaters understood what was happening and started to fire back. They even managed to break the Disillusionment spells somehow.

James and Sirius then threw the Invisibility cloak over themselves and stayed behind. According to their plan, they had to wait for an opportunity to go into the house to rescue Remus.

The battle was in heat. Dumbledore was fighting Bellatrix, Lucius and Dolohov. Even though Lucius was almost pathetic as a wizard, Bellatrix and Dolohov were excellent duelists. Dumbledore could shield himself from almost all the curses, but the real problem was when they sent the killing curse or another unforgivable at the old Headmaster. As they couldn't be stopped, he had to dodge, what ended up tiring his old body fast.

James and Sirius tried to help as much as possible without being seen. For example, James saw that Emmeline was in danger because the Death Eater against whom she was dueling managed to get her disarmed. A well calculated hex from his wand and James had her enemy stunned.

The duels where, in a lack of another word to describe it, magnificent. Frank Longbottom was duelling a very tall man who had his face covered by the Death Eaters mask. Both of them were excellent duelists, and the spells and curses and hexes left their wands so fast that they didn't even have time to say any words.

James and Sirius watched Moody dueling against another Death Eater, Yaxley.

"Avada kedavra!" Yaxley shot towards Moody. The head auror jumped and rolled, but as standing milliseconds after, pointing his wand to his enemy.

"Stupefy!" he said. The red spell flew towards Yaxley who shielded himself, sending it back to Alastor.

Shaking his wand lightly, Moody ended his own spell and shot another one, this time nonverbally. The surprise forced Yaxley to jump out of the way. He shouted "Impedimenta!" but the lack of aiming made the spell miss.

"Stupefy!" Alastor shouted, but as the spell left his wand, he flickered his wrist and whispered. "Diffindo."

Yaxley could block Moody's stuporing spell, but cried in surprise when his wand hand was cut deeply. He dropped his wand and his eyes enlarged, but he didn't even have time to react before he was blasted backwards when Moody's nonverbal hex hit him in the chest. He fell not so far away but didn't move.

Even though they were helping, staying there without actually fighting was slowly killing both Sirius and James. They wanted nothing more than throw the cloak away and join their friend. James, who hadn't participated in any combats since going hiding watched everything eagerly, and felt frustrated as he could only cast a few spells to help the others and to protect themselves from errant ones.

"Prongs! I think it's time to go inside!" Sirius said suddenly. His voice was firm and without any hint of the normal joke it had. James turned to face the hut and saw that the only person between them and the entrance of the cabin was Narcissa, Sirius' cousin. As they got near her, they could see that she was actually very scared, her eyes big as plates, and pointing her wand to as many directions as possible.

"I'll deal with her, Padfoot. You go inside and find Remus, okay?" James whispered. Sirius looked at his brother as if he wanted to disagree.

"Are you sure Prongs?" Sirius said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

James smiled faintly.

"Go find Remus, Padfoot. He needs you. I'll be alright." And then he stepped out of the cloak.

By seeing a man materializing from thin air almost made Narcissa drop her wand. And the fact that the man was none other than James Potter himself didn't help either. She cast a spell at him that was easily deflected with a flick of his wand. She tried again and again and he just ended her spells as soon as they left her wand. She tried another curse and this time he not only protected himself, but also, with an extra swish of his hand, cast a wordless spell that hit her on her leg. She hissed in pain and had to hold her whole body on her other leg.

"You are not going to beat me, Narcissa." James said. He wasn't smiling or taunting her, he was simply stating a fact, so the whole sentence made the woman unwittingly shiver. Suddenly, James saw something moving not so far to her left. He cast a not so strong spell at the woman so she didn't pay attention to him and turned to see who was there. What he saw made him smile.

After barely managing to protect herself from the curse, Narcissa turned to watch James, and saw he wasn't pointing his wand to her anymore, but some point to her left. She turned her head slightly and her heart almost stopped. Not so close to her was baby Draco, having James' wand pointed at him. His eyes were red from crying, but now he was sat on the ground, quietly watching the man with the wand. Narcissa yield and cast as many curses as possible at her foe.

Acting fast, James shielded himself from all her curses and quickly disarmed her, summoning her wand to him. Narcissa started crying, but didn't move as she saw him pointing now both wands to the baby.

"Please... please, don't kill him..." She pleaded, still crying. James looked at her.

"I would never kill a child, Narcissa Black." A fast thought told him she was a Malfoy now, but he couldn't care less. "And if, God forbid, I ever have to, I wouldn't do it in front of his mother or father." Narcissa got in such a shock that she almost stopped crying. "I'm not a monster, but your lord is. He wanted to kill my baby, Narcissa, my baby who is as young as yours. And he would prefer to do it in front of me and my wife. How can you, a mother yourself, accept something like this?"

Narcissa stood there, her eyes bigger than saucers, panting as if she had run miles and miles. The tears were falling, but she wasn't shaking as much anymore.

"Grab your son, Narcissa. And disappear. Go somewhere else. Run away. But think about this: If HE wants to do this to my family, who's to say yours isn't the next?" James said. Narcissa slightly nodded and ran to her son. Barely grabbing him, she disappeared.

James sighed deeply and entered the house.

Sirius could barely see his way around the dark rooms. According to Snape's bits of information, Remus was probably being kept at the dungeons, and he had studied Dumbledore's map the whole afternoon so he knew the place by heart.

The first room was a not so big living room, with an unlit fireplace, two armchairs, an old sofa and a rug. It would be comfy, Sirius thought, if it weren't a Death Eater hideout. The following room to his right was a dining room that had only a large table with many chairs around it. On the opposite side of the entrance of the dining room there was a door. Sirius ran to the door and opened it. It was the stairway to the dungeons.

If he couldn't see his way around upstairs, where the windows let in some of the last sunlight of that day, down there he couldn't see at all. "Lumos." The tip of the wand shone and it allowed him to see the small room. The ceiling was so low that he almost couldn't stay inside standing. It was completely empty, except for two columns in the middle of the room, and a person tied to one of said columns. "Remus!" Sirius cried, running to the man.

Remus was way more awake than he had been for the last few days. His whole body ached, and he knew something wasn't right. He opened his mouth to mention it to Sirius. He knew what was wrong, of course, but he found out he couldn't speak. The lack of water and rest and food finally seemed to have defeated him. His eyes tried to show his fear to Sirius, but his friend could only see the bad situation he was at. He saw Sirius silently crying, but couldn't even feel relief for being saved. The fear and the sudden anger were everything inside him.

It took a while for Sirius to break the thick chains holding his friend to the column. After many spells, he was finally able to lift Remus. The problem was, his friend could barely stay on his feet, much less walk, so Sirius had to lift him and take him upstairs. The adrenaline made him carry him as if he had cast a featherweight spell.

Upon getting to the living room, Sirius found James just entering the house.

"How are things outside?" Sirius asked, as James helped him put Remus on his feet and carry him with his arms over their shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was dueling against your cousin. The stupid wench had her son here, can you believe it? So I let her take him and go." James replied. Sirius nodded lightly.

"Let's get the hell out of here. This house gives me the creeps, and I think old Moony here needs some care."

As soon as they got out of the house, though, they saw the combats weren't over yet. Sirius noticed that Frank, Moody and Arthur were fighting three different Death Eaters, three on three, and Dumbledore was still dueling against Bellatrix and Dolohov. Lucius was on the ground, without moving though. The rest of the order was on one-on-one combats.

James, though, was worried with something else entirely. "Sirius, let go of Remus." he said, his voice calm, but the urgency there.

"What? Why?" but as Sirius spoke, he realized how dark it was. But not as dark as it would normally be. With curiosity, he looked up, and what he saw made his heart stop beating. He barely had time to register when he felt James tackling him and them both rolling on the ground. Somebody screamed "DISAPPARATE!" and large pops were heard, either coming from the Order or the Death Eaters.

Sirius heard a faint 'shush' and suddenly, where his friend had been on top of him, there was a beautiful stag. He moved his head and saw Remus transforming.

'It's a full moon!' was his last thought before transforming himself into Padfoot.

A.N.: Hey guys, there you have, as promised, a new chapter. Thank you so much for the awesome feedback. I would also want to apologize for putting a 'prerequisite' such as this. It won't happen again. From now on I'll set a date and a limit of reviews. If I get the quantity of reviews, I'll update earlier. If I don't, you have the date set, okay?

Thank you for all the reviews. And I showed the Weasleys a bit, hope I pleased those who like them. I cannot show them a lot, though, because they just met the Potters...

Anyways, next chapter is the last on this period of time. We'll probably then skip a couple of years, and I'll introduce the only OC of this story. Yeah, I don't like OCs, cuz I like to keep the story as close to canon as possible, so there will be only one major and regular OC. I hope you like him/her. =P

Ahh, Ill have something in the future, and I'll need to kill 2 of the 'good guys'. But I'll let you choose who you'd like to save and who you'd like to kill. I'm not going to tell you who, but some people are not eligible for killing or saving, but most of them are. Well, let me hear who you like and who you don't like enough to save. ;)

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