"Any Questions?" Professor Pettigrew asked as the class finished on Monday. Professor Pettigrew looked at them and sat in his chair. "Yes?"

"Um..." Harry started uncertainly. They'd revised this throughout the weekend. Why was he so hesitant? "Well, you..." He looked at his friends for help.

"Hermione read this book, Sir, and we wanted to ask you something," Ron told Professor Pettigrew. How was he so calm?

"Ask away," He said. "But.. May I ask about the book first? Not all books have honesty as their base,"

"Of course, sir, that's why we wanted to ask you. We thought you'd know best," Ron was doing his part wonderfully. I can't mess this up anymore, can I? Hermione was searching for the book in her bag.

The Professor took the book from Hermione's hand, inspecting it. Then he kept it down. "Well. As far as I know, it's authentic. I haven't read it, but I haven't heard anything negative about it. Where did you get it? It's not available in many places due to its topic," He looked at Hermione and then at Ron and Harry.

"The book is," Hermione took a deep breath. Harry was curious. Where did she get such a hard-to-find book? "It's a copy of a book in the Muggle World. I've had it since I was 8. I asked Mum to send my reading books from home a few days ago. A couple of girls in my dorm knew the book. I re-read it over the weekend, and it seemed to be about the First Wizarding War. I had a few questions about it," Harry gaped. The book they were using was a muggle book. A fictional Muggle Book?

"Professor, is it written by a squib?"

"I've never heard of Remington, but it is about the Wizarding War, so he is probably a squib.I can't tell you much about the first few years, however. I turned 11 sometime after the Wizarding War started, and for the first three years, roughly, I knew very little about the War. I did not find much about those years, except that by the time my fourth year started, we were on an equal plane," Professor Pettigrew told them.

"It's about something else, Sir," Harry said. "The book says you knew my Dad," The Professor looked at him so sharply and quickly that Harry thought the conversation was over.

"Well... There wasn't a person in the Wizarding World that didn't know you're Dad, Harry," He said after regaining his composure. "I've heard that some children knew the name 'Potter' before their name. A friend once told me that about a hundred letters would come into the Aurors office daily for The Potters, nearly all of them by children who were learning to write. I never heard the contents of them. Your Dad would take each one after ensuring it wouldn't blow him up," He finished. After ensuring it wouldn't blow up?

Hermione opened her copy of 'An Unbiased Detail of The Wizarding War: Year 9; 1979' to a page near the end and showed it to Professor Pettigrew.

"Chapter 72: 'The Death of The Potters'," Professor Pettigrew read, clearly that the title reminded him of some bad memories. "Yes, I was sad. Everyone mourned your Grandparents' death, Harry. It was a terrible way to end the year. Christmas didn't seem to come— your Dad took it quite well. He was the only one to focus on the War properly for some time. Saved half of us from getting murdered on New Year's— I think some of the Death Eaters also mourned," He said, a sombre expression on his face.

"Death Eaters mourned the Death of my Grandparents?" Harry asked, surprised. Hermione hadn't found that information in her book as she gawked at the Professor.

"My parents told me everyone knew and adored the Potters, but I didn't expect that!" Ron told the Professor. "They died of old age, didn't they? Or some illness?"

"Dragon Pox," Ron gasped. "Yes. And The Potters were quite old. Those two had it for long; perhaps that was why James handled it so well; he probably expected it. Nevertheless, rumours spread on his form when virtually everyone— including those who knew they had Dragon Pox— could barely use their wand," The Professor told them.

"People knew they had Dragon Pox. Did they not think it'd affect them?" Ron asked.

"I think so. I certainly thought James' parents would outlive me..." A sudden quiet filled the room. 'Outlive me,' He knew them personally.

"Dragon Pox?" Harry questioned.

"A dangerous disease. No one's made it out of that alive. It exists alone in the Wizarding World, and the causes are unknown," Ron explained.

"When The Potters died, James told us once," 'Told us once' Who are the others? "It was the third time they'd contracted it. There hadn't been much chance for survival, considering their age— but they survived it twice before— no one expected them to die to it," Professor told them.

"Is it true that half, if not more, of the Wizarding World were there? At the funeral?" Hermione asked. Professor Pettigrew nodded numbly. Ron's better at calming people down than me and Hermione. Why is he quiet?

"Where are they buried?" Harry asked, unsure of where the question came from. I've never visited their grave.

"Where every Potter is— Godric's Hallow," He informed him. Yep! Personal connection.

"We were wondering... Here!" She showed the page to all of them. Page 1987.

"You want me to read it?" They nodded. "Aloud? 'Euphemia Potter died days after her Husband, between late Eve and the early hours of Christmas. James Potter never confirmed which day, and the writing on their slab doesn't help as it's written in a language we haven't yet translated. Their funeral was conducted one after the other, on 27th and 29th of December respectively,'. Your Grandfathers and then Grandmothers," He took a breath. "Wonderful people, of course. 'Below are some people who were present on both occasions to pay their respects:

Sirius Orion Niger Tertius

Remus Ioannes Lupinus

Petrus Putriningius Pettigrew

Francus Melingradus Longbottom

Alicia Melbourne (Fortescue) Longbottom

Augusta Selnia (Crouch) Longbottom

Meritum Moun (Chang) Longbottom

Arthurus Vislius

Molliana (Prewett) Vislius

Fabianus Prewett

Gedeon Prewett

Adamus McKinnon

Martene (Price) McKinnon

Vivienne Price

Maria Macdonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Lilstopher Victoria (Evans) Potter

Iacobus Fleamont Potter

(Please note that above mentioned are some names of those present for both funerals and that it has been expertly copied from a parchment by The late the {then} Heir Apparent, Master James Potter. The Parchment piece {was found torn and proven to be his [experts prove that it was about the names of those who attended both the funerals] and given to the Goblins. Also, note that the above is in Latin like those on the parchment had been.)' Yes?" He asked, realising that both Harry and Hermione had questions.

"'Some' has been used rather excessively. Why?" trust Hermione to ask those Questions.

"Lots of people were there for the funerals. Your mate would explain it better, but the one-word answer, as James used to say, is 'Pure-bloods',"

Ron took over before they asked. "There would be an uproar if someone realised that name was missing from the list. And for something organised by the Potters, someone would find out, even if it was a one-of-a-kind book,"

"Long as this one-of-a-kind book wasn't a property of The Potters," Professor added.

"Many people would have been there, not just Pure-bloods. That would have been a point too. People would have supposed things," Ron ended.

"Dad knew Latin?" Hary inquired.

The Professor nodded. "I think it was one of the first languages he learned. Back in the 70s', there were certain things that every kind of Pure-blood did. Knowing Latin was one of those. I think The War changed that,"

"Mhm. Draco's the only one from after the War that knows the language. Bill and Charlie know it, but Mum and Dad tell them not to speak it," Ron informed them.

"But it's not exclusive to Pure-bloods. Plenty of Muggles know the language,"

"Hermione, Pure-Bloods are known to be notoriously ignorant. Even the best ones. And in the Wizarding War, even those against Voldemort did not know the facts unless a Muggle-born would tell them,"

"How hard would it have been to find," Harry wondered.

"Some weren't bothered by what the Muggles knew and what they didn't even when they fought for them. Most of the others had spent so long in the Wizarding World, separated from the Muggle World, they remained blissfully unaware of the similarities. Those who wanted to know found out, but they didn't always have pure intentions. Some thought the two worlds should live in peace. But they also thought that the Wizarding world should be separated more than it was,"

"Why?" Harry asked. "Wasn't that the problem? Wizards and witches didn't see them as humans?"

"Believe me, Harry. They were different times. You wouldn't believe who was a staunch advocate for the last point even if everyone screamed it in your face,"

"Who?" Harry asked. He didn't answer, seemingly lost in thought. "Professor," Harry called, the man looked at him. "It says, 'Young Mr. Pettigrew, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Black seemed to require support more than Mr. Potter himself.' Were they talking about you?" The Professor was looking at him intently, and then he nodded.

"James... Wonderful man. He met me after sorting. We were assigned the same dorm. I suppose you're wondering why I haven't told you, Harry?" Harry nodded. "By the time the War ended, everyone decided not to discuss it. It was a subconscious decision. And I saw my closest friends suffer. Remus went to Azkaban for being a spy. Then Lily," His voice broke, and Harry was surprised to see anger on his face. "Sirius died, and James was decapitated. It happened one after the other, and you went off the grid. James and Lily were war heroes. You became the Boy Who Lived. Sirius was gone, and Remus was a traitor. And, honestly, I thought if you found out that I knew you're Dad, you wouldn't talk to me," He took a breath.

"Why?" Harry wasn't sure what, but he knew he needed to know.

The Professor shrugged. "We all saw different things when the War ended. I was delusional for some time," That doesn't answer my question.

"That was something," Hermione said as they walked to Care of Magical Creatures the next day.

"Yeah! Do you think he was hiding something? The way he said 'Lily' and 'decapitated'," Ron added.

"I know he is. Who are these people, though? Remus and Sirius. That'll help," Harry told them. What are you hiding, Professor Pettigrew?

Care of Magical Creatures was still getting more boring, and Hagrid was getting more worried. Buckbeak was in a clearing of the forest, where he remained alone.

Hogsmeade weekend came without them having made progress on this secret Professor Pettigrew was hiding. They hadn't talked to Professor Pettigrew again since, and this was an equal effort on both Harry's and their Professors' end.

Hermione asked why multiple times, and Ron answered for Harry, saying it was a lot to process. Harry alone knew that that was half the truth.

"See you soon, Harry!" Ron called, waving him bye.

"Do some work!"

Harry remained until the figures of his friends became distant blobs, meshing with the others.

"I completed my DADA and Transfiguration assignment," Harry told Hermione, who sat beside him for the Halloween feast.

"Here!" Ron threw about 20 bags into his hands.

Harry gave him a questioning look.

"After-feast party," Ron whispered. "Us and anyone else you want," Harry nodded.

"I need ideas," Hermione told them.

"Huh?" Harry asked, having just put the bags in his book bag.

"Which other books to search? I got some books in Hogsmeade, but I don't think anything will pop up," She elaborated.

"15 books," Hermione huffed. "15 books and not a single thing," She turned to face them.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"WCC. Lee swears she can get us live results," he stated, distracted. "I need to confirm this,"

"WCC?" Ron did not answer.

"Percy, is it true?" Ron called. Percy, Ron's older brother, shrugged.