Lisa- Sorry I didn't say this on the last chapter, I forgot. The baby will just go up in this time if they can't get back to their time.

I'm sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I hope everyone still enjoys it. Please R&R

"She really is beautiful," Terence said quietly.

They were in one of the rooms that Sirius and Remus had cleaned out for company. Percy was sitting on the bed, his back to the headboard. Lucy was in his arms; she was awake and cooing at him. Terence was sitting on the bed next to him, tickling her cheek. It felt good to have someone to speak honestly with, he knew he could with Sirius and Remus, but they didn't know the future, Terence did.

"She is, isn't she. She looks like Ginny when she was a baby. I really thought they would support me. I knew they would be mad, but I just don't understand how they could just hand her over to him. My dad hates Lucius, and he would just hand her over like that. I can't trust my family and that hurts. It brings back all the feelings during the second war."

"What I've learned is people aren't perfect. They make mistakes, they get scared, jaded, or angry. It's how we respond to someone who hurts us, that's what makes us."

"Your dad died in the second war, didn't he?"

"My whole family did. My little brother might still be saved but the rest are a lost cause. They have been since they left me to die."

"What happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about it. This gown is cute," he said, looking at the baby.

Percy knew he had invaded Terence's privacy too much now. "It is, Remus did a good job."

Remus had gone out and got the baby things from Diagon Alley. He had thanked him and told him he would do anything he needed.

"How are you feeling? Still hurting?"

"Yeah, but I think that's normal. I'll heal. Feels weird being young again, doesn't it?"

"So weird. I haven't had anyone to answer to in ten years. We've been putting off the dragon in the room."

"Yeah, I know. What do we do with our knowledge?" Telling Remus and Sirius about the Horcruxes was one thing, telling them everything else is different. First, he had no idea what all the Horcruxes were. There was Harry, they weren't ready to know about that yet. Then there was the locket and the journal. Those were the only ones he knew about. "What do you think the other Horcruxes are?"

Terence looked to be thinking over that. Lucy started to cry, and Terence held out his hand. Percy gently transferred her to his arms. Getting off the bed, Terence started to pace. He had the baby against his chest, the baby's head on his shoulder, holding her with one arm and rubbing her back with the other.

"You're a natural," he said.

"Not really, took me ages to get this comfortable."

It all made sense, his ease with Lucy and the longing in his eyes when he looked at her.

"You had a child. How didn't I know?"

"Never asked. Can't say I blame you, we didn't really get on, did we?"

"I'm sorry. How old?"

"He was four in our time. I wonder if he's missing me. Does our time cease to exist now or what? Because we're here now, will he never be born?"

"You can't think like that. We will go back to our time, and you will see your son again. What's his name?"

Terence sat down next to him, and Percy saw Lucy had fallen asleep. Looking down at Lucy, the other boy smiled. "Calen. His mum's Scottish. We weren't in love or anything, he was an accident, the best kind. Every time I would come get him; he was so happy to see me. We shared custody; he was such a kind boy. I was sure he was going to be a Hufflepuff. He was always trying to cheer others up."

"He sounds wonderful."

"He was."

The guilt was terrible, if he hadn't of touched the mirror, Terence never would have followed. If he didn't, he would still be in their time with his son. He only had his daughter in his arms for a day. He couldn't imagine being away from his child that he spent four years loving.

"I'm sorry," he said guiltily.

"It's done. Only way on is forward. We have to change what we can and go back. Give Harry and all the children that came after us a real childhood, one not living in fear. Dark days are ahead for us. You know what you need to do."

He looked down at his daughter and agreed. There was no other way.

"Yeah, I know what I have to do."

Bill stretched his neck, he hated international travel. It always felt like he was being smushed together. He was going to rest a bit then go to the Burrow. He wondered if the baby would look like a Weasley or a Malfoy. He shook his head, not being able to believe his baby brother had a child with that man. There had to be more than he was saying, Percy always did keep everything quiet. Bill had always been able to get him to talk though. Their parents were pulled in too many directions. Charlie was always too self-absorbed to really get Percy to talk. The twins never tried, Ron and Ginny are too young.

After his rest, he apparated to the Burrow. Even from the outside he could hear his brothers and sister playing. He would have to get onto them about being so loud around the baby. She needed her sleep and so did Percy. He remembered how tired his mum was right after each of the births.

Opening the door, he walked right in, that was the rule at home. Because that was what it was, no matter how old they get, it's their home.

No one was in view as he walked in, but he could hear running upstairs. His mother chose that moment to walk out of the kitchen.

"Bill," she cried and ran to give him a hug. He accepted it lovingly, he loved his mother, she was a fierce woman but the best.

"Mum, it's great to see you, I came as soon as I heard."

She smiled up at him with curious eyes. "Heard what?"

"The baby of course."

"What baby?"

He knew when his mother was hiding something, she wasn't. This wasn't her trying to keep the news of her teenager having a baby quiet. Something wasn't right here.

"Sorry, I'm really tired. Where's Percy? I wanted to talk to him."

Her face brightened. "Oh, he's staying with Sirius Black this summer. He's fascinated about the inner workings of Azkaban."

"And you were alright with that?" He was shocked, his mother barely let him out of the house, and he had been an adult. She had always treated Percy different because he was so high strung. Her letting him spend a full summer with a wizard that was still healing his mind from being in Azkaban was very out of character.

She smiled again. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"No reason." Her face looked odd; he couldn't place it. Almost dreamily but only when she spoke of Percy. "Do you know the address?"

"No, I don't sorry luv. But Ron had been writing to little Harry. Maybe you could send Errol. He knows the way."

"Thanks, but I would rather see him today. How would you feel if I were a father?" he questioned. He had to be sure.

"Don't you even joke like that. I'm too young to be a grandmother and you're not even married. Tell me now…do you have a child? You better be taking care of it and the mother. I'll not have a Weasley growing up without a father. You hear me young man," she admonished.

"There's no baby. I was only joking, I'm sorry. I'll be back tomorrow to visit; I need to see Percy though."

"Alright, of course. I think I overheard Remus Lupin say the house was on Grimmald Place. It's not the exact address or where in the country but it's a start."

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, mum."

Outside he disapparated, he knew how to find the Black manor.

The two teenagers had been oddly quiet. It wasn't like the two spoke to Sirius a lot, but something was different. He knew in his head they weren't teenagers, but they still looked like children to him.

The two were in the room they gave Percy. He wondered if he should do something. Shaking his head, he realized how dumb he was being. Percy had just given birth; he wouldn't be up to anything. Even if he were, they were adults in teenagers' bodies.

"What are you worrying about?" Moony asked, relaxing on a lounge.

"It's stupid, you don't want to know."

The fireplace flashed and the smiling face of Kingsley Shacklebolt was looking at them.

"Good Evening Gentlemen," the deep voice of the Auror said.

Sirius was still having issues trusting aurors after his unjust incarceration. Azkaban was a hell worse than death.

"Evening, how goes it?" Moony said good-naturedly.

"I have a young man here that is looking for his brother. I was wondering if he could come through."

"Who?" Sirius asked suspiciously.

"Bill Weasley."

Bill hadn't been at the Burrow when they did the memory spell. They had believed he was in Egypt still.

"Umm…can you give us a moment," Moony asked the auror.

"Of course," Kingsley said, ducking his head.

They stepped away from the floo. "What should we do?" Moony asked.

"Let the boy decide. KREACHER!" he yelled.

"What can Kreacher do for the blood traitor?" the elf muttered. He had gotten used to it and reminded him of his mother.

"Go ask Percy if he wants to see his brother Bill."

"Yes, master blood-traitor," the elf said and popped away.

"Why do you let him call you that?" Moony asked.

"I like it. Reminds me of Mum."

"You're crazy, you know that, right?" Moony asked.

"I am what they made me." He nodded his head to Kingsley.

"I'm sorry for not believing you," Moony said guiltily.

Sirius pulled his best friend to him. "Never be sorry. You did the best you could with the evidence available."

Moony laughed and pushed away. "You better watch out, talking about evidence you'll start to sound like Snape."

Sirius shuttered. "Merlin, I hope not. What is ol' Snivellus doing these days?"

"Umm…" Moony hedged.

"What?"

"He's a professor at Hogwarts. Potions."

"I'll send Harry to another school then. There is no way he'll be taught by that slimy, greasy git."

"Just calm down. We'll ask Percy what kind of professor he is. Maybe he's a good one," Moony said, but didn't look like he believed it.

"It doesn't matter, Harry is James's son, he'll make his life hell and then I will have to kill him and go back to Azkaban."

"Let's just get through this, then find out about Snape."

"Snivellus," Sirius muttered.

There was a pop and Kreacher was there. "The boy told Kreacher to tell master blood traitor that yes, he will see his brother and be down."

"Alright, go away," Sirius snapped.

Kreacher grumbled but popped away.

"Maybe you should listen to Percy and be nicer to Kreacher."

Sirius didn't dignify that with an answer. "Go tell the auror Percy will be down.

Percy walked down the stairs slowly. He had left Lucy upstairs with Terence, he needed to protect his daughter. When he entered the den, he saw his brother coming out of the floo. He had forgotten what he looked like before Greyback's attack. The hormones rushing through his body were truly terrible because he could feel himself welling up over everything that they had lost. Fred. Tonks. Remus. Sirius. Snape. Even before that, during the first wizarding war. James and Lily Potter. His uncles, Gideon, and Fabian Prewitt. So many others died and some worse. The poor Longbottoms who were lost in their own minds for so long until…until…oh Merlin, they could be cured so much sooner.

"Are you alright, you just got paler, that's something for us?" Bill asked.

"One second," he said before running upstairs. He ran as fast as he could without tripping over his feet back to his room. There was singing that caused him to stop in his tracks. It was an old lullaby that he had remembered his mother singing to his sister when she would cry. Slowly opening the door, he saw Terence rocking Lucy gently in his arms and singing. Terence turned and saw Percy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he apologized.

Terence's face redden a little, but he smiled. "It's alright. What did you need?"

"Animadvorto Sano."

"The potion?" he asked curiously.

"Yes. It's over ten years from being discovered. Think about how many people could be healed. There are dozens of witches and wizards in St. Mungo's alone. But there are so many more in the world that could be healed."

"What should we do? Will he listen to us?"

"He'll listen to you. You are one of his snakes after all."

Six years after his death, Severus Snape's vault at Gringotts had been opened. Wizarding law states that if there are no heirs, the vault is opened, and the contents sold off. A book with all of the potions Snape was working on was in it. Snape had verified most, stating they were usable potions. Only one didn't, Animadvorto Sano. A potion master bought the book, read what the potion was for and the directions, and made the potion. His daughter's mind had been damaged during a fall from a broomstick. His daughter whose brain had been addled from the fall was given the potion.

Four days later, his daughter woke up as she had been when she got hurt. While it was sad, she still thought she was ten years younger, she was able to get her life back. The potion master verified the potion with the Ministry, the only reason he knew it was Snape's. Neville had gotten the potion for his parents and after so long, they woke up after only four days again. They did remember Neville growing but only what he told them when he visited.

Snape's potion was complete, but he couldn't get the approval from the Ministry to try on a patient, no matter how many times he told them it was safe. Percy had asked his father to find out how long Snape had been trying to get approval. His father found out that Snape had been trying to get approval to trial the potion since 1986. Neville would have been 5 years old; he would have grown up with his parents.

"He won't risk Azkaban giving the potion to anyone without Ministry approval," Terence said.

"Figure something out, you're supposed to be cunning, aren't you?"

Terence smirked. "I can do cunning, sweetheart." Then the other wizard winked at him.

Percy blushed. "Alright. We'll talk more about this tomorrow." He went back downstairs and hoped his ears stopped turning red. It was a horrible family trait.

Bill was waiting for him when he got back to the den. He looked anxious. "Alright Bill?"

"What's going on? Dad sent me a letter telling me about the baby, but I go there, and Mum has no idea what I was talking about."

"You didn't tell her, did you?" he asked, panicking.

"No. But tell me what is happening?"

"How long do you have?"

"As long as it takes."