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A little addition; reading back, I noticed that the story might seem a little disjointed so from now I will be putting dates up to make it easier for you to understand what is happening when!

Lisa was born in the year 1960, so she is 21.

5 November, 1981

Lisa heaved a huge sigh that lifted her shoulders and left her sagging after exhalation. It was finally done – Harry's room. She hadn't expended as much effort as she had in decorating all of her home than she had done for this one room.

Much of it was simple – dependent on how much she earned and had saved – but it was stimulating enough for a growing child.

She had opted for wallpaper, instead of the standard paint at the local muggle hardware store. Little Harry, who had accompanied her had settled on a white one with alphabets and animals strewn across it and she had used magic to put it up.

She had put in a small, low bed, a table, an armchair and a dresser. The closet had been cleaned out. The most important thing was Harry was ecstatic.

He was happy to crawl or stumble from the chair to the dresser to then climb on the bed, standing shakily on the mattress to look out the double windows. Lisa smiled to herself. Her muggle savings had taken a hit but she was glad she had had the forethought of converting a part of her galleons into muggle money. After all, who knew when they had to disappear off the radar and slip into muggle world?

None of her preparation for her visions had gone to waste for now. She hoped her good luck didn't run out.

She sat down in the chair in Harry's room, allowing him to sprawl out on the owl rug she'd splurged on with a few toys she'd barely been able to afford. She would have to go back to work soon, she thought idly, and start to make up a stash of muggle savings again.

Lisa's conversation with Dumbledore had gone as well as she could've hoped for. He hadn't ended up hurling curses at her and she had maintained her cool, somewhat indifferent persona nicely – even if internally she was screaming for help.

As benign as the old man had been, the underlying aura of power and magic had crackled her sensibilities long after he was gone. Even if he hadn't been one of the wisest men of the world – you didn't want him as your enemy. She had been both thrilled and terrified in her presence and having Harry sitting in that armchair, provided more than just physical safety to her. It gave her something to ground herself with.

"That's not true."

"Pardon," Dumbledore blinked.

"That…that can't be true…he – he wouldn't." She was stammering, yes she was aware. She was also talking about something she had no more of knowledge than a gut instinct for. After all, it was Harry Potter her visions had fixated upon. Sirius Black was simply a satellite. She had paid him about as much mind as she had James and Lily.

"Did you know him?" Dumbledore's arching eyebrows were disbelieving now and she couldn't blame him.

"No…but I have seen him – in visions of him." She nodded at Harry. "There is something amiss here."

"Forgive me dear, but seeing someone in a vision hardly gives one true insight to a person. I don't think even James knew what lay in Sirius's heart."

"Do you believe he – he did what you said?"

Dumbledore finally hesitated before looking over her shoulder.

"Once, I knew a person…I thought I knew them…but they turned out to be a stranger to me. I would not put it past me to be wrong again."

Lisa didn't have anything to say to that. Truth be told, she didn't even know why she was insisting about this. What did it matter?

"So, he will be sent to Azkaban…without a trial?"

"The head of the Aurors, Barty Crouch, refuses to allow the man who killed James and Lily and these muggles a trial."

"And, there is nothing that can be done?"

Perhaps there was something in her eyes, because Dumbledore gave her a dry smile. "My influence stretches only so far, Miss Westfield. I cannot have Sirius acquitted."

"But you can get him a trial…I – I did have a vision, just before you arrived, sir. I might not always know what is meant to happen, but I cannot ignore instinct – at least not the ones supported by my gift."

Dumbledore continued to stare at her. "You ask me for a lot, Miss Westfield. What will you offer me in return for this trial?"

It was Lisa's turn to narrow her eyes. "I will take Harry to Petunia Dursley, remember? Might as well, give her a look-see and start this blood ward thing."

It was clear Dumbledore hadn't expected her to lay out her terms thusly, but he bowed nonetheless, stepping into the fireplace.

"Remember, Remus Lupin will be here to see him tomorrow." He reminded her before green flames engulfed him again and the house was silent.

Lisa picked up Harry even before the last lick of fire had died down, her head bowing over the boy's.

It was over, she thought to herself. She had negotiated with the best negotiator in the world and came out victorious, if not a little shaken.

Moving to sit on the sofa, she thought back to the hazy films of memories that had offered her glimpses to the man she had just asked to be granted a fair trial.

She had no idea if Dumbledore would be able to manage a 'fair' trial. A trial yes, but had she really saved this mysterious Godfather who had a huge target painted upon his back?

No sooner had she sat down, that Harry started to fidget. He stretched his little body and curled it, an effort to squirm free and Lisa couldn't hold him. Letting him slide out of her hands, he retreated back to the armchair – and his spoons.

Hands hanging over her knees, absent eyes glazing over the small child in her house, Lisa wondered how much she could interfere…before she drew attention to herself…before someone took notice.

Lisa's attention was broken by Harry, who had shifted towards her, a small toy bear handed to her. She smiled widely at the boy; taking the bear and making it wave for him. Harry naturally seemed entertained, letting out a guffaw as he clapped.

She gave the bear back to the playing boy, still smiling at how much the child had changed from how she'd found him nearly a week ago.

Of course…the change wasn't completely happy…

When Lisa waited for the arrival of one Remus Lupin, she wasn't sure if she should've been waiting for an entrance in her fireplace or a man to simply apparate in her living room.

Of course, she did have the choice of placing wards around her home, but those spells were strenuous and she didn't have nearly as much strength to manage them. She supposed, she would have to study up and learn to cast them now…if she wanted to be an apt guardian for Harry Potter.

So while her second bottle of milk cooled in the fridge, she offered the first one to the nestling one year old.

All this entertainment had stopped her going shopping but she couldn't put it off for long. She had to tell the Blishens today, and then take Harry to the Dursley home soon, unless she wanted Dumbledore or one of the Orders to show up at her home.

She would stop at Diagon Alley on the way back that day.

The knock that came at her door made her flinch hard, eyes wide and glancing wildly at the door and to her bedroom. Raising her wand, she approached the window first, seeing the man who stood at her threshold.

She didn't quite remember him from her visions, but she doubted a death eater would bother with knocking.

However, she still aimed her wand at Harry, casting a small but swift disillusionment charm on the baby before she slowly opened the door.

"Hello, are you Miss Lisa, by any chance?"

The man in front of her seemed to have aged too quickly in a short span of time. His caramel brown hair was already thinning, his skin looked sallow and there were lines around his mouth and eyes that weren't supposed to be on a twenty year old.

"I am; and you are…?"

"My name is Remus. I believe Professor Dumbledore told you I'd be coming."

Lisa let the door open a bit more. Remus Lupin had his hands buried in his pockets but he removed them to raise them in a show of his being unarmed.

"He did. Although I didn't expect a wizard to walk,"

Remus finally offered her an uncomfortable smile.

"I didn't want to take any chances. I also didn't know if there would be any warding that would prevent me to enter."

Lisa stared at the man, gauging his appearance for a few more seconds before she backed away from the doorway, letting him to come into her house. She waved her wand briefly, the disillusionment charm dissipating from Harry who had by now moved to the dining table, standing with one hand on the table leg.

He turned his head at the new person and Lisa watched both their faces change.

Remus's crumpled with emotion, eyes glistening as he took a few quick steps in the child's direction. Harry crossed the rest of it, a shrill wail of joy echoed.

"Moony!" He shrieked.

Small arms were thrown around Lupin's neck and Lisa watched quietly a reunion that would've nearly moved her to tears as well. She withdrew to the kitchen, giving them some time as she set the kettle for some tea.

"Moony, mama!"

Lisa winced immediately. Harry had mercifully not asked for his parents for the two days she had had him and she had put it down to the ignorance of what had happened to him. Now, a familiar face was enough for him to remember.

What was going to happen?

"Err…no, mate, mama isn't here right now."

"Dada!"

"No…he's not here either."

Lisa didn't have to turn about to detect the catch in Lupin's voice and she wondered if the child would ask for his godfather next. Thankfully, the baby fell silent and when she turned to offer Remus the cup of tea, he was standing with Harry nestled against him, eyes out the window.

"I…I suppose I must thank you." He said when Lisa had placed the cup in front of him on the table.

She smiled.

"I was expecting some curses or hexes to fly my way, not thanks."

Lupin turned to look at her.

"I had known Lily for almost all my life. I know what her sister was like. I cannot imagine Harry's life would've been pleasant living with her. Instead you brought him, kept him happy and safe. That warrants thanks."

Lisa crossed her arms.

"If you knew what Petunia Dursley is like, why didn't you tell Dumbledore?"

Lupin's eyes flickered with pain and guilt. "I…didn't have any choice. I was…" He gulped but Lisa had already waved a hand.

"It's not my business to know. My priority is Harry and I will be honest. I did agree to let Harry visit his aunt to keep the blood protection spell Dumbledore did up. I cannot watch Harry all the time and I need someone's help."

"I will try to help as much as I can. It's not like I can do anything else." Lupin patted Harry's back, before setting him down and picking up the tea.

"I'm glad. You can start by coming with me to my employers and extended family. I need to tell them about what I've done."

Harry, in all his innocence, must've sensed the tension that revolved Lupin's shoulders at the mention of his parents because the trip to the Blishens' house was spent with him completely silent.

Charlus and Helen Blishen was an old couple of fifty and so years, having spent the better part of their youth travelling and learning various obscure healing magic and herbs. Charlus Blishen was one of the highest sought after Healer and he frequently visited St. Mungo's for work. Lisa had trained in her work especially under his wife, the older man having found her early on in a devastated state.

She had been sort of adopted by them, though no one mentioned the reasons as to why she had been the way she was when they came across her. She liked to keep it like that.

When Helen had opened her door to see you on her threshold with a man to her side and a baby in his arms, she hadn't been as shocked as she was to learn of what Lisa had done.

Helen Blishen was absolutely beside herself to learn the reason why Lisa had looked so sickly and exhausted because she had been planning this insane rescue. Charlus – a bit more complacent, quietly took Remus and Harry aside while his wife took Lisa apart. They could hear his low gritty voice, reminiscing about Fleamont and Euphemia Potter while Remus kept glancing at Lisa's contrite figure in concern.

Finally, once the tirade was over, Mrs. Blishen wrapped two warm arms around Lisa's shoulders, pulling her closer.

"Silly child, you must've been so brave to go against Albus Dumbledore."

"I couldn't let him go through…"

Helen smiled sadly, patting Lisa's cheek.

"I understand child, but you must tell Charlus and me such things. Your impulse could've gotten you severely injured – or worse."

Lisa sniffled but nodded, feeling the evening's chill set in.

Charlus came into the room cautiously, waving a wand to have the fireplace blaze to life.

"Let's have dinner." He said hastily, cutting a gaze to Remus. "And you're staying the night; we can go shopping for the baby tomorrow."

There was a little easter egg in the chapter! Tell me if you found it!