"You…did…what?" Ursula asked flatly.

Elyse sniffled, "I just told yeh. I'm not gonna repeat meself."

Ursula stared at her for a full minute, her jaw clenched and rigid. She abruptly looked away, "You took away Pat's memory because you found out that he married another witch and she is the one that tells him about her magic on their wedding night?" When Elyse nodded, Ursula's nostril's flared, "How could you do that?!" she shouted.

Elyse jumped back, not expecting the outburst of anger, "Woot d'yeh mean! I did woot I had ter do!"

"Oh cut the bullshit," Ursula snarled, "You don't know what your vision could have meant! Maybe you and Pat just drifted apart! Maybe Pat still knew about magic but didn't know that Delilah was a witch! You took someone's mind into your own hand and played with it!"

"Don't make this me fault!" Elyse jumped up.

Ursula laughed sardonically, "Seriously? How isn't this your fault? You took someone's memories away! You altered someone's mind simply because you thought you should! Do you have any respect for him at all!?"

"Don't you dare!"

"Don't I dare? Don't I dare!?" Ursula asked, borderline hysterically. "In case you've forgotten, Miss All-Knowing-Seer-Who-Does-No-Wrong, I've lost my memory. I've had things tampered with in my head and you know that! How many times have I asked you to clarify something for me? Or how about when I still have no bloody clue about some stuff? You've been with me when I've cried over the fact that I can't remember us meeting for the first time! That I no longer have that memory because you guys changed my life and I can't even remember what I said to you! That's why I dare!"

Elyse, beyond seeing reason at this point, shouted back, "Yeh act like he's teh only person hurt! I'm bloody hurt aboot this! And Pat doesn't even know—everythin's gone fer him!"

"Aw, boo-frickin-hoo, you hurt your own feelings," Ursula curled her lip in disgust. "Pat is a good person who you claimed to love. He didn't deserve this and the person I would have called my best friend five minutes ago would have never done that to an innocent person. What you did was selfish and cruel."

"Cruel?" Elyse screeched. "How teh hell's that cruel? He don't remember it!"

"EXACTLY!" Ursula's chest heaved and her hands shook in anger. She froze and took two deep breaths to calm herself down from the blind rage she was in. She closed her eyes and said in a much softer, yet no less calm voice, "No matter how much I hate it, we are our past; the choices we make, the places we go, the people we befriend, and most importantly the people we fall in love with. And you stole part of who he was because you let the power of foresight get to your heard. I'm not going to apologize for being angry because you of all people know how I feel about taking someone's memories."

Elyse had enough, "Yeh know woot? I didn't even think o' comin' here. I just had ter get away 'n I wanter ter go somewhere safe 'n I ended up here. Now I know that was a mistake." Without a second's hesitation, she turned on her heel and apparated out of the room.

Ursula rolled her eyes and grabbed her quaffle she kept on her dresser and threw it at the spot that Elyse had just been occupying. Her frustration was not relieved and she screamed loudly, forgetting that while Mr. and Mrs. Potter had gone out to celebrate their wedding anniversary, James and Sirius were still in the house.

The banging on her door doubled. Ursula jumped, she hadn't even realized that they had apparently heard the fighting, James nearly fell forwards when she finally opened the door. "What's wrong!?" he shouted, brandishing his wand, looking for the intruder he was certain had just tried to kill his sister.

"Elyse just stopped by," she snarled. She kicked the edge of her desk and yelped in pain.

Sirius and James shared a concerned glance.

"What happened?" Sirius asked his twin hesitantly.

Ursula chuckled humorlessly, "You want to know? Alright, here we go…"

It took Ursula the rest of the night to calm down. Sirius and James listened to her rant, keeping their opinions wisely to themselves. When the distinctive sound of their parents apparating back home (and remembering that they promised to be asleep) the boys ran out to their own room.

Sirius and James were laying in their respective beds minutes later, both still reeling from what they had just been told.

"Do you think she was right to do what she did?" James asked Sirius.

Sirius paused as he considered his answer. "I think," he said slowly, "that if you were in the same situation with Evans you would have done anything to protect her."

"I don't think I would," James said. "Hell or high water, I would not erase myself and any relationship I had with someone to take them out of the equation. While Pat's memory was erased, Death Eaters' and Voldie's memories weren't altered; they'll still target him. And now he won't know why."

"I hate this."

"So do I, Paddy."

And with that the conversation ended.

Ursula was sitting on the softest armchair in the Potter's living room two days later. Her legs were curled up under her as she read the advanced transfiguration book that McGonagall let her borrow. It was a cold winter morning and James and Sirius were out with Mr. Potter, who felt exponentially better after their trip to the Colonies, were out for some 'father-son bonding time'. Both Mrs. Potter and Ursula knew that was their code for going to work on Sirius's motorbike. A slight chill swept through the room and Ursula snuggled more into Ben's jumper. The smell of cinnamon and old parchment wafted up to her nose and it sent her heart fluttering. It took her a moment to realize that she had dropped her book and she had stuck her nose into her jumper and had been sniffing it for an embarrassing amount of time. Making sure that no one was looking, she jumped when she saw Mrs. Potter calmly sipping a cup of tea sitting at an adjacent sofa.

"Eve!" Ursula gasped in shock. "I didn't see you there."

Mrs. Potter smiled slyly at Ursula's embarrassment. "Missing someone, Dear?"

Ursula blushed but didn't say anything. She has seen Ben only yesterday but it felt like longer. Mrs. Potter chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't tell my sons. James is too much like my sister to keep a secret." A sad look crossed Mrs. Potter's face before she shook her head slightly and went back to looking out the window at the gently falling snow.

Ursula set her book down and uncrossed her legs, "Eva, I don't want to pry, but you have mentioned a sister and an older brother but James has never mentioned having any aunts or uncles or any cousins for that matter…" Ursula let the statement hang in the air.

Eva sighed, "James wouldn't say anything because he doesn't know about them."

"What!?"

"It's a long story, dear. One that I do not like to retell but perhaps it is time to tell it." Mrs. Potter looked weary and so very, very tired. Ursula's heart instantly ached for the older woman before her.

"I was the second child and first daughter born to my parents. I had a much older brother named Christopher. He was already in his third year in Hogwarts when I was born; Gryffindor. By Merlin, he was the perfect older brother. As soon as I was able to read, he sent me letters all about Hogwarts and stories of his friends; he was the most popular boy in Hogwarts. He was extremely loyal to his friends, but he had a presence among other people too. Everyone listened to words he said and they followed them to a 't' because they trusted his judgment. It also helped his case that he was handsome; light brown hair with bright hazel eyes. One of his closest friends later told me that it was impossible not to feel wanted in presence because from the seventh year Gryffindor to the first year Slytherin, he respected everyone. But he always made time for me. He called me his 'Special Girl' all the time. He had always wanted to be a big brother and have a little sister.

"Then three years after I was born, my parents had another little girl named Clarissa. They doted on every single one of us and I don't think that I could have had a happier childhood. Chris and Claire, despite their seventeen year age difference, were extremely close to each other and both were equally close to me. Every morning I would wake up and braid my sister's hair; her hair was just as red as mine but just as curly as yours. It drove her insane but I loved it.

"We were sorted into different houses; I went to Hufflepuff and Claire to Ravenclaw but we always found time to spend together. By that time, Chris was working as the Ministry's ambassador to France and he always wrote to us about his adventures. He was a true Gryffindor, always off on some daring adventure and it seemed like he seemed to thrive off of adrenaline. My mother would swear that he caused her to go prematurely grey. But things weren't alright in the magical world at that point."

"There was a dark wizard named Grindelwald and he was not dissimilar to Lord Voldemort. The only difference between the two was the Grindelwald felt that wizards should rule over muggles instead of killing them all. Things never really got bad in England but continental Europe felt the heaviest blow. Wizards that opposed him were deemed unworthy of their magic and he killed them in cold blood.

"It was one year after I married Harold and Claire had just graduated Hogwarts. Claire, oh Claire was something else. She always saw the good in people. Somehow she was always able to keep an idealistic picture of the world in her head and everyone loved her for it. Never once did she speak badly about anyone and she was always so polite. There was just something about her that drew people towards her. She was also absolutely brilliant. There was nothing that she couldn't learn or understand and people were awed by her because of that. She did everything like there was no tomorrow and she…she loved life.

"She had a penpal in France and we all thought it would be a wonderful idea for her to go with Chris to France. Everyone was so excited; we even had the family visit before we let Claire go stay with them. They were lovely people and we all felt that it was the best thing to happen to Claire. Chris was the most excited. He finally got to show off his beloved France to his baby sister."

Mrs. Potter sniffed and wiped the tears streaming from her eyes. Ursula got up from her seat and sat down to Mrs. Potter. The older woman wrapped her arms around the teen and pulled Ursula into a half hug. Ursula in turn reached her arm around and held onto the woman she considered her mother.

"They found her body only hours after it happened," Eva said with a soft, pain filled voice. "The entire family was murdered in their sleep. Avada Kedavra. Those two words took my little sister from me and I couldn't protect her and it destroyed me. She was so pure and innocent. For her to be taken in such a horrible way, it killed a part of me. Chris took it personally. He thought that he was bringing her somewhere safe and the investigation eventually determined the family was targeted because she was there and Grindelwald wanted to get back at my brother. He went mad with grief. I tried to reason with him but he refused help. I begged him to please come back home so we could heal together but he refused. I had already lost my little sister; I didn't want to lose my older brother. That was the last time I ever spoke to him. He died three days later in Austria."

Ursula's arms tightened around Eva. "I am so sorry," she said slowly as she tried to keep her own emotions in check. She tried to imagine losing Sirius or Elyse or Ben or James or Remus or Peter and she couldn't even fathom the feeling.

"It was a long time ago dear. Harold and Alphard tried their best to help me out of the slump and it seemed to be working for about six months. Then I found out I was pregnant and we were all over the moon. Here, after losing so many people, we would be welcoming a new life into our family. We found out that it was a little girl and I was thrilled. I had always wanted a little girl. From the time I was a little girl myself, I wanted to be a mommy and have two little boys and a little girl. I wanted that girl so badly, so badly that it actually hurt my heart thinking about it. The pregnancy was going good and everything seemed to be perfect. But it was too good to be true. I miscarried in my fourth month and the doctors told me I had a genetic condition that made it impossible for me to carry a baby to full term.

"Harold and I tried everything under the sun but after three more miscarriages, I couldn't handle it anymore. My family was gone and my dreams of having a family were impossible now. I was destroyed all over again. It took me years upon years to accept that fate."

Eva tightened her grip on Ursula and gently kissed the top of her head. "But then a miracle happened. Harold and I thought that it was impossible for us to have kids at our advanced age so we didn't think there was any need to use any charms to prevent pregnancy. Low and behold, at the tender age of 61, I found out I was having a baby.

"I will admit that I was terrified. So many thoughts ran through my head. What if I lose this baby too? What if my body can't handle it? Would we be able to care for a baby properly? I made it past the three month check period and then the fourth and then the fifth and it seemed like everything was going to be fine. It was almost too good to be true. We found out the sex of the baby and when we found out it was a boy, we decorated the extra room into a Quidditch themed nursery. Harold and I discussed names but we could never agree on one so we decided to wait until the baby was born so we could see what he looked like.

"At the end of my sixth month, though, I went into labor. I was terrified that I was going to lose the baby. The mediwitch had to knock me out and perform a special procedure. All I know is that I woke up three hours later with an extremely small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket in the bassinette next to my bed. I looked at the sleeping baby and I knew what I wanted to name him. James."

"That's amazing," Ursula said in awe of the story.

Eva nodded, smiling down at the younger girl. "It wasn't easy. James had a lot of medical problems when he was just a baby. Some of the muscles in his legs weren't developed and his kneecaps were in the wrong spot. His lungs weren't fully developed but as you can tell, they are quite healthy now."

Ursula and Eva both laughed at the comment. Ursula snuggled a little closer to Eva who, with a wave of her wand, summoned a blanket to wrap around the young girl. Eva reached over with her free hand and gently stroked Ursula's hair.

"Every day I thank God for the miracle he granted me. James, no matter his faults, is my personal little miracle. And you know what, it doesn't even matter that he wasn't a girl because he found me the daughter I always wanted, along with the other son. I have the family I always dreamed of."

Ursula snorted softly, "I'm sure Walburga would disagree with you on that."

"Now you listen here, Ursula," Eva said sternly, "Walburga Black is an idiot that doesn't deserve calling herself your and Sirius's mother. But I can't help but feel indebted to her since she raised you."

"No," Ursula argued, "she didn't raise me. She gave birth to me- that is all."

"Be as that may be, she is responsible for how you turned out. You saw what you didn't want to be so you became the wonderful, beautiful woman that I am proud to call my daughter."

Ursula felt tears building in her eyes, "Walburga never said that to me."

Mrs. Potter wrapped her arms around Ursula more tightly, "That is where I cannot find it in myself to forgive Walburga. She treated you and your brothers with such disregard and fear of love. It breaks my heart when I see you and Sirius struggle when people show affection towards you two. It is almost like you are waiting for the person to turn around and hurt you. No one should be raised to react like that. But you were and you were able to overcome it. That makes you an incredibly strong individual."

"I would give anything, anything, to be born a Potter." Ursula admitted.

"But it is your past that makes you who you are," Mrs. Potter pointed out. "There are times in my life where I thought that it would never get better and that I should just give up. But I've found that those times are the ones that have shaped me into a better person. We are who we were but that doesn't define us. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Ursula nodded, "I think I do."

"Harold and I once had a similar conversation with your Uncle Alphard back when we were in school. You two are very much like him in many aspects."

"How?" Ursula inquired, her heart yearning to know about possibly the only relative that truly understood them besides their cousin Andie. It was also going on three years since his death, an event that Ursula barely remembered.

Mrs. Potter was silent a moment, "He was loyal to those he loved, even if he had a hard time showing it at times. He and Harold would get into the most ridiculous schemes together and I would be there to bail them out. Alphy was a good person, through and through. The only difference would have to be that he was admittedly more Slytherin. He was ambitious: he wanted to prove that not all Blacks were evil. He was fairly traditional but he wasn't prejudiced. Back in our day Slytherin wasn't as extreme as it is now."

"I wish I could remember him more," Ursula lamented. "Some memories never came back after the incident. I don't remember what he looked like or what he sounded like. I know we had Christmas at his house second year but I don't remember being there with him. Does it make me a bad niece that I don't remember him much at all?"

"Oh, Ursula dear," Mrs. Potter consoled. "It wasn't your fault. That doesn't make you a bad person."

That may be, but she certainly knew that sometimes her temper got the best of her and she said things that hurt. Ursula remembered the harsh words she had thrown at Elyse earlier that week and flinched slightly. She still may hate what Elyse did but it was done. She didn't want to lose a six year friendship because of something like this, especially when they all might return from break. But Ursula truly and honestly didn't think that she wouldn't still be angry at Elyse over what she did.

"Elyse did what to who?" Remus asked in shock.

Ben shushed him as they dragged their trunks behind them towards their compartment on the train. "I'll explain later but Ursula was furious and Elyse was upset. Don't mention until I can explain it all."

"But she obliviated her muggle boyfriend?" Remus wanted clarified because he honestly couldn't believe it.

"Technically, ex-boyfriend. But I don't want a fight on the train so don't say anything."

Remus shook his head in disbelief, "Damn, this might get bad won't it? Like first year when you got prissy at Ursula when she told off Annabelle? Or when you came back from being a complete prat in fifth year? Thinking about it, I'm surprised how many times you've been the cause of fights."

Ben's mood darkened at the memories, "Thanks for the reminder, Moony. Just what every bloke wants to hear."

"Sorry but as your friend, I have to make sure you don't turn into a prick again."

"Once again, thanks."

"No problem, King."

Ben finally stopped walking and turned to look at Remus exasperatedly, "Seriously? Does sarcasm mean anything to you?"

"Sarcasm? I don't believe I'm familiar with the term," Remus smirked as he found the compartment.

"Bloody git," Ben mumbled as he followed. Elyse was already in the compartment and she honestly looked like hell. Her eyes were bloodshot and slightly glazed over. Her face was pale. Her hands were shaking horribly and her clothes were all disheveled.

Before either could greet her and ask her what they could do for her, the door opened again and the Potter-Black trio was standing there. They silently walked in and Ben was positive that you could cut the tension with a knife. Ursula and Elyse sat on complete opposite sides of the compartment and avoided speaking to each other the entire time. Even when Peter showed up and tried to start a game of chess, there was no change.

When they pulled up to the platform, Elyse jumped up and practically ran out of the Hogwarts Express. Remus groaned only Sirius went after her. "Welcome back," he muttered acerbically, "what a way to start a term."

I must admit that the only reason I got this chapter done this week is because I had half of it prewritten. The conversation between Mrs. Potter and Ursula has been on my computer for over a year. I hope that Ursula's reaction to Elyse's actions is believable. I had originally thought that Ursula would have been understanding but then when I was writing it, it felt so wrong and forced and then this just flowed out of nowhere. Weird as it is, the character started speaking for herself when I was writing it. There are going to be more repercussions and reactions as the term goes on that will be covered in the next few chapters. I hope that you all enjoyed reading this and please feel free to leave your reactions/responses/anything really in this snazzy review box right there.