Hello babies! We have another chapter for this little fix-it I am regurgitating!

Since my games are down, I can't procrastinate at the moment welp!

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ARWilliams - Helloo and thank you! Yes, imo, Lisa would definitely be a Ravenclaw if not a Slytherin (As for Gryffindor, I always think courage is a matter of choice in HP {Neville} and while Lisa definitely chooses to be brave at time, her self-preservation and general disposition suits better for one of the more introverted and cunning houses.) Well, too bad she never did attend Hogwarts...but yk, stuff happens. Hope to hear how you like this story!

Mariana Masen - Here it is! Hope you like it bub!

A/N: This is one of the more important chapters! We see the burial of the Potters and for that reason, I wanted to waive emotions towards the readers. While the different characters have been explored yes, I wanted it to be on the people reading to make and draw their own conclusions. Inclusions of baby Harry is a bit low for this reason and so is the Media.

In the original, Petunia is the one who arranges the funeral so the media wouldn't be able to trespass on it but here Dumbledore and the Ministry themselves banned the Prophet from getting in. Its a funeral, not that latest juicy scoop for Skeeter.

Enjoy!

14 November, 1981

It was a much colder day in November when Lisa and Harry found themselves in Harry's birthplace. As the month progressed, the temperature kept dropping, until Lisa's cloak was almost perpetually upon her shoulders.

She didn't mind; the cloak was warm, enormous and hid her and her baby well and really, that was all she cared about. Especially today, when she would doubtless be in the company of more people than she was used to - or even comfortable with. It was a small blessing to have her closed ones there.

The journey from Falmouth to Godric's Hollow had been nothing spectacular. Remus had arrived early from…wherever it was that he had been. He looked exhausted - just three days after the full moon and there were more scratches on his face and neck. Some of his hair had thinned at the side of his ears, presumably pulled on or fell out during his transformation. Lisa was sure that he had more bruises on his person under the neat suit he wore but she kept mum. He didn't know she knew.

Lisa was ready already. In a simple set of black robes, with Harry matching in a black shirt and pants, she walked out with him to the front of her property, to where her painstakingly erected protective circles lay.

She grabbed Remus's arm carefully, listening for any wince or rough breathing that might indicate his injuries but he remained stoic, turning them both to apparate away.

No matter how old she got, no matter how much she did it - Lisa was sure that Apparition was something she wouldn't ever get used to. It wasn't exactly the safest means of travel for her, what with her wavering magic and strength and floo travel gave her a headache. Her paranoia was also a contending factor - though it had kept her alive for this long.

She would always prefer the Knight Bus.

When they were done being squeezed through the elastic portal of apparition, popping into being in a small town square; the first thing she did was unfurl her cloak to check on Harry. He was a clever boy, and seemed to dislike Apparition too. He had nuzzled into her neck but looked at her as if to convey he was fine.

Lisa patted his back, looking to Remus to see him standing a foot away from them, looking at a graveyard.

Oh.

Lisa didn't join him, instead looking to the building attached to the graveyard grounds. Blackened and decrepit, the church seemed more of a monument than an actual place. It would make sense.

Godric's Hollow had only been converted to a wizarding settlement due to the birth of Godric Gryffindor. It made sense that some other populace before them had been muggle and built the church.

The Wizarding folk could be either lazy or contemptuous of muggle artifacts. Either they wouldn't bother with the demolition, or consider themselves above it.

Of course…the ones hellbent on removing signs of muggle life from around them did finish the job - but clearly Godric's Hollow wasn't one of those people.

They probably even kept it up to keep up appearances - to have somewhere to come together since they did celebrate the Yule.

Aside from this main attraction however, the Hollow was a sleepy town.

There was a post office a bit further up the square, a pub to the opposite. Small wizarding stores nestled between these establishments, the town square and the residences.

Lisa found it rather glum.

"It used to be livelier." Lisa glanced over when Remus spoke, his voice far away and eyes further.

"The Potters used to live further up the hillside, their house was bigger. Big enough for the…for all of us to cram in with no problems. James insisted every year. We used to sneak behind their shed and come sit here. It was a bit weird, with them…and just me, walking about. Of course I never came when…" Remus looked the other way.

"We got drunk in that pub more times than I can count. James sent letters to Lily right after and we used to bet if she would burn it or not - Sirius and I."

He looked back at the square.

"James got his own place after the wedding of course, and then when his parents passed…I think he lost something with them. Harry and Lily were there, we were there…but we could tell."

Lisa could tell by the way Remus turned to look at the different landmarks that he wasn't actually regaling her with the history of his friendship with James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. He was recounting the events for himself and Lisa took that moment to be flooded back to her own memories.

She remembered coming back from Petunia's home and delivering the news about the funeral to Remus, who it seemed - hadn't moved from his spot on Harry's bed.

He hadn't responded to her when she'd said Petunia had given away the duties of the burial to whoever wanted it. He simply stood up, nodded to her, pecked Harry's head and walked out of her home.

Lisa assumed he went to the ministry. But then again, it wasn't her place.

And it remains not her place. She didn't know Lily or James. Not like she knew Harry, not like she'd known about the long black haired man. Even that had been more gut than knowledge.

Remus, of course, didn't pull her into it at all. That wasn't something he would do.

Most of the help came from Dumbledore and his famed Order of Phoenix, all of whom were personal friends of the deceased Potters - and all of whom might have made a better caretaker for young Harry.

Lisa had shaken her head at that, cradling the napping child close. She couldn't trust any of the Order, not after the betrayal of the Potters. Especially not with her gifts…

She had actually wondered if it would be appropriate for her to even show up. But Remus, kind Remus, with those warm, tired eyes that were getting droopier with the coming moon, told her that Lily and James would want her there. She might not have known them. But she saved their child from a grim many years of life and for that - for that she deserved to stand there. For Harry, for Remus, for the sake of the people who had been lost far too young - simply because of a choice.

It all came down to choices.

Many wrong ones had led to this day.

And so Lisa agreed. She made the choice to be there.

Belatedly, she asked if Petunia being there would be an issue. The woman hadn't actually said that she'd be there, but she had expressed a desire nonetheless and Lisa had had Remus send her the details - via the post office in the muggle town, of course.

While he hadn't bad-mouthed Lily's sister, Lisa could sense his apprehension…and she wondered - why did she not feel the same?

At long last, Remus had told Lisa that he actually didn't mind if Petunia came, or not at all - all she had to do was mind herself. Lisa couldn't argue with that.

She was pulled out of her memories when she heard the calm silence of the square be interrupted with bustle. The murmurs and conversations were quiet but they were clearly here for the funeral, with the way they were dressed.

When she looked back at Remus, she saw his attention snap back to reality as well. Only, his eyes widened when he caught sight of the people beginning to amass in the courtyard of the church.

Now, if Lisa was being very honest, with a baby boy in her arms to swear on - she very much did not want to have a lot to do with the dead bodies. Lisa had been fantastic in keeping her nose down and away from business that was not strictly hers or the Blishens'. She was sure that changing her ways (that had kept her alive) now would only spell disaster - or at the very least unnecessary issues.

The fact that she had gone this far for Harry Potter was a wake-up call to her, this was a road to issues that she should keep away from. But she had taken the child and she was his guardian now. So she would keep stoic and deal with the issues that needed to be dealt with.

But this wasn't something she had signed up for. So she wouldn't meddle.

Looking at Remus now however, with his breath beginning to roughen, he was at the brink of collapse. She glanced over to see the Blishen couple had arrived as well. Idly wondering if Charlus was carrying some calming droughts or not, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

She might not have signed up for the bodies. But she could still support Remus through this as best as she could.

They were so young.

Lisa, despite her aversion, had been one of the first people to approach the caskets, if only to get Remus to the front of the crowd beside Dumbledore.

The lids were open, the plush white bedding filled with two people who had had to die young because…well, that was war…and war took people cruelly and with no regard.

Lily and James had their eyes closed, the fearful look of the killing curse replaced with the serenity of being now above it all. The post-mortem spells had kept them preserved and they had been prepared for their send-off in purple.

Lisa swallowed, looking away.

Behind her, the citizens of the Hollow spoke of a statue, a statue in the town square - as a tribute to the Potters' sacrifice.

Lisa nearly scoffed in derision.

Sacrifice? Lily and James Potter had been young adults with a baby, with a family life waiting for them. Bright and energetic, in what world would they be sacrificing themselves for? It definitely wasn't for the war. It was for their child. They were killed as martyrs, as people who didn't need to have been killed if it could've been avoided.

Lisa handed Dumbledore the baby, her eyes meeting him for a split second and for a very brief moment, she was overtaken by suspicion.

Why, in fact, were the Potters targeted? Why was Dumbledore, all-mighty Dumbledore…not there to protect them? For that matter…what had he done for the other couple…the ones he had mentioned to make her give up Harry?

She turned away, not meeting the suspicious stares of the others.

She was a stranger, she had Harry and she was sure that the higher ups in the Order's hierarchy knew about her involvement. No one said anything of course, but she knew they wanted to. To ask questions, to get a feel of her, to pry into her business…

She was sure Dumbledore had told them not to bother her.

Lisa stood well back when the actual ceremony began. Up front, Remus stood with Dumbledore and Harry and the Blishen couple flanking either side of him. Behind him spread the…generous…amount of people who had come to pay their final respects.

She didn't know how much time passed until she felt another presence join her. The aura of the stranger flecked with fear…with dread…and hints of repugnance.

Lisa didn't look at Petunia Dursley, letting the woman take in the sight of the people who had come for her sister. Her husband. And in some ways, Harry.

Awkwardness wafted from her person, with Lisa simply ignoring her presence as long as she could. Finally when she could feel the awkward energy affecting her as well, she sighed.

"I hope you found your way without trouble, Mrs. Dursley." She said politely. There was an inflection in her words of course, years of multiple interpretations being her life bleeding into her speech as well.

Petunia didn't comment if she caught it. She simply nodded, mumbling something about someone called Marge babysitting for her. "I had to lie to my family and say an old friend needed me urgently today."

Lisa looked at her then. Well that was one way of putting it, she supposed. She was surprised she had lied, wondering if her husband was as vile as to keep her from her last family member's funeral. But then again, she had seen the man beat a boy of seven for burning bacon. She wondered what she would have done if nobody had taken Harry.

Detecting bitterness and despair already in the woman, she decided not to go far in that direction.

"They have the caskets open, if you want to look at your sister one last time." She said instead.

Petunia didn't answer again, simply moving forward dazed, as if she was under the Imperius Curse.

The woman looked small and frail, Lisa observed. Her height and long neck failed her as people turned to glance at her, some surprised and others not impressed - at least the ones who knew about Lily's relationship with her sister. It gave her pause. How many people knew about Petunia? How many had made assumptions? Was Petunia truly the only one who was responsible for burning the bridge?

Lisa shook her head of these questions, watching the last Evans sister try to hold herself upright under the heavy stares of the people she never belonged amongst.

Lisa looked down when she reached the front, not wanting to watch her look at her dead sister. She wondered. How would she feel, were she in that position? But she discarded that thought too. She could never abide having to stare down at her adopted parents' bodies. She had dashed about impulsively for a baby she wasn't related to. She shuddered to think what would be her state if it was one of them.

Petunia came back quickly when the caskets closed and lowered into the plot, the people dispersing or grouping now that what they had come for was done.

"Where's the boy?"

Lisa glanced at Petunia Dursley, astonished. She had thought the older woman would take off as soon as she was done bidding her sister whatever goodbye she could muster. If not that, she had certainly not expected her to make conversation - especially concerning her nephew.

She was about to open her mouth, to tell her that Harry was up front, unwittingly in his parents' presence for the last time when they were joined by a third person.

Dumbledore's dark robes didn't suit him. It was almost like they spelled doom itself and they unsettled Lisa to say the least. His face was sombre and his arms were offering a fussing Harry back to her.

"He wants you, dear." He said calmly.

Lisa was quick to take back the baby from him, somehow feeling much more at peace now that he was with her. Harry rested his arm and head against her shoulder, watching the others in silence. There was drool on his other thumb, a sign of being stuffed in his mouth.

Lisa took her time caressing the boy's back, her skin prickling at the very obvious and thick tension that now hung in the air. She resolutely ignored it, bouncing Harry to make him smile up at her, taking heart when his chubby cheeks lifted to reveal a beam with a few poking teeth. She hugged him back to her, before turning apprehensively to the company.

To one side Dumbledore had his hands clasped to the front, looking pensively at the elder Evans daughter. His glasses glinted in the foggy morning light but other than that there was no sign of ominity in his posture.

Petunia, meanwhile, had lost color.

She stared, ashen at the old man, blue eyes suspended in silent disconcert before she was hurriedly turning to Lisa.

"I need to leave."

To say she was confused was an understatement. One moment Petunia was asking about her nephew and the other she was running scared from a man who didn't seem to pose any threat. Was it the worry of magic?

Or was there more to the story?

"Mrs. Dursley, I believe you were informed about the protective spell I did, in depth." Dumbledore spoke, glancing once at Lisa.

Petunia nearly bared her teeth at being addressed.

"I was. The letter you left on my doorstep, told me oh so much. That and a missing baby was everything I needed to know about all you people."

Lisa would've flinched. However, she was not someone who prided herself on caring about opinions that were strictly not related to her and her own. Harry was taken from an abusive home and there was nothing that could be said that would ever make her regret that decision.

"I understand -"

"Do you? Do you understand the concept of boundaries? Or the word 'no'?"

That made her look up.

Not once in her first meeting had Petunia displayed this nearly righteous anger at having her normal muggle life disrupted by wizards and witches.

If anything, there had been fear, bitterness. Understandably so. But if she truly felt that way, she would've kicked them out that day itself. Lisa had even hoped she would, if only to spare herself and Harry from being in the Dursleys' presence.

Lisa suppressed an impressed eyebrow raise when she realized Petunia had carefully crafted this hedging personality to make Dumbledore refuse to send the baby over again. It was a…clever strategy. Lisa had to give her credit.

While it didn't wipe away her atrocities, Lisa could appreciate the attempt on her behalf. After all, Lisa herself had made it clear that she did not want to associate with her family.

"I do understand the word, yes. I also understand boundaries. Over them all, I understand the consequences of that word. Consent usually raises matters of sourness in people, I have seen."

Dumbledore's reply was even more confusing to Lisa, further cementing the idea that there was something more to both the people in front of her. He tilted his head.

"However, I commend the ones who overlook it and aim for well-wishes."

Petunia scoffed loudly, her eyes now shards of venomous glass. Without another word or look at the other woman, she turned on her heel and walked off.

Lisa hoped she would find her way back home safely idly.

Dumbledore didn't address the encounter. He simply tilted his head and asked Lisa if she and Harry would mind accompanying him on a walk around the town which had been his home.

"You lived here?"

"Oh yes," Dumbledore had a strange smile on his face. "Here is where Albus Dumbledore started…or rather, the legend did. I have seen the end of many things here, personally."

Like Remus, he talked of his own past too.

"My mother, Kendra stumbled into this town, quite like you did in Falmouth." He said.

Lisa didn't interrupt him to ask him how he knew about her circumstances. He was Dumbledore, of course, he had found out.

"We were a good handful of children. Me and my siblings…we didn't see eye to eye on many things. I suppose I resented that. I suppose my siblings resented me for it. I don't have a lot of recollections about the lives we led, age and time has faded the moments that many would consider average. Perhaps, they were the moments that were the most important."

"You're not worried about telling me these things." Lisa observed, slowly.

Her eyes were on the baby boy she carried, his own eyes now wide and looking about as he recognized sights he must have seen on the daily. She prayed to Merlin's dead carcass that he wouldn't start fussing.

"I am not. You are, unlike my comrades, not someone who knows me for the sake of knowing me. While I still am not quite sure of your origins, I must say I have not seen many who would defy me so courageously. It is refreshing. You can say I have made errors prior, not cultivating such courage."

Lisa stared at him for a while before her eyes shifted to the other side. She stopped. She gasped. She quickly turned Harry's face away.

To the other side of the pavement that they had walked on, was a house. Two storey, old english, wood and bricks exposed. A pretty little place…but for the large gaping hole to the end of the house. That side of the house had blackened, charred and burned.

If Lisa concentrated, she could almost smell the smoke that would've escaped the singed wood and blasted stone

It brought bile to her throat, Lisa choking it back with difficulty at the thought of a child left alone in that. Of being fetched from it and then to rewatch his life take the form of his charred childhood home.

"This is the end of one of my biggest mistakes. There are far too many mistakes that I have made here."

Lisa glanced back, catching the deep grey of grief and guilt bleed into his aura and she looked away quickly, dispelling the ability sternly.

She caught a smile on Dumbledore's face, shot her way, some of the grey lifting despite the sad blue-grey that still tinged him. Thankfully, he didn't talk about the Potters' house. He turned to walk on and Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, more because Harry was struggling to look back.

"Not many would shy away from my life story being told that wasn't about my accomplishments."

"Accomplishments don't make a person. It's their failure and how they rebuilt themselves that matters." Lisa mumbled absently.

"Very true," Dumbledore almost sounded impressed as they circled back to the Town Square. "I must bid you goodbye here, Lisa." He paused before his gaze became more serious.

"Sirius Black's trial has been set for the end of this month."

"Have you told Remus?" Lisa asked cautiously.

"I am leaving that up to you. Considering you're the one who led to this trial, I believe you should be the one to break the news."

Lisa opened her mouth, her eyes fluttering between the blue ones which looked grave more than anything right now.

She could have said something. She should've said it made her uncomfortable to deliver news that didn't pertain to her. She had had nothing to do with Sirius Black. Except for her visions, she had nothing on him.

But she didn't.

She'd tell Remus in her own time.

Dumbledore must have sensed her rolling with it because he gave her a nod and stepped back. He lifted a hand to wave at Harry who gave a guffaw, waving his own hand exuberantly. With a fond smile and a head tilt to Lisa, he was gone with a loud crack.

Lisa was quick to put a hand to Harry's face when he jumped at the sound, a grumble escaping him. She quickly turned back, heading for the graveyard.

The place had cleared by now, leaving only a few small groups that still were engrossed in conversation. By the Potters' plot, she saw the President for the funeral talking to Remus who had his head bowed. Beside him Helen had a hand on his back and Charlus looked equally sombre.

Lisa was about to join them when her gaze was attracted by another site. This grave was austere, and that much more imposing. Granite was collecting chill and a signage that she recognized as Peverell peeked at her.

She stopped in her tracks, the grim feeling that it brought about in her being suddenly turning her feet to lead. At that moment, faced with this piece of stone, she could feel the weight of Harry Potter in her arms more than ever.

I left several Easter eggs in this if you can catch them ;) lemme know!

What did you think of the chapter? Of Petunia and Dumbledore seeing each other again? Of his talk with Lisa?

Also, the church and Christian symbolism always bothered me in a book on magic, considering well all the mentions of the witch burning and the fact that Harry Potter was considered the devils' work early on. For no other reason than JK is a christian I have decided to go another way and give more plausible reasoning for why they were featured in the story at all.

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