December 15, 1995

Harry Potter POV

I look around myself and see hundreds of shelves, every one of which is completely full of smoke filled glass orbs. There has to be hundreds of thousands of orbs in this strange room.

Something else I notice is how tall everything is. Wait, that's not right. It seems I'm laying on my stomach.

I'm moving across the floor, making my way through many shelves, when I hear a noise behind me. Against my command, my body changes directions, heading towards the sound. Turning the corner, I immediately attack, biting the person standing there. My body pounces once, twice, blood splattering and pour-

I'm pulled from my dream by a loud banging on my bedroom door, causing me to shoot straight up in bed. The door slowly opens to show the concerned faces of Ron and Draco, both with wands at the ready. Draco stands by the door, while Ron slowly makes his way across the room to check me over.

"I need to see Dumbledore, Immediately!" As soon as the words leave my lips, Ron takes off to wake the headmaster. Draco gives me a once over from the doorway, before drawing his wand. A quick patronus is sent, answered immediately by my pseudo sister.

A group of people converge in front of the Gryffin staircase. On his way to Dumbledore, Ron stopped to wake Professor McGonagall, as well. Professor Snape stands behind Sef and Regulus, looking more worried than I've ever seen him.

It takes a few minutes to explain to the three professors what I had dreamed. "I know it sounds insane, but there was an attack at the Ministry. I dreamed of it. Actually, in my dream, it was me. I dreamed I was the one attacking..." I have to pause to hold back tears. "I attacked Moony."

December 15, 1995

Persephone POV

Regulus and I are laying in bed, reading together, when a translucent barn owl flies through the wall. Draco voice escapes from it's beak, saying, "Harry's nightmares. Heading to Dumbles."

I quickly grab a robe to throw over my nightgown, then grab my wand from Regulus's outstretched hand. I send a patronus to tell Draco that we will meet them at the gryffin, while Reggie sends one to Severus.

Regulus and I hurry to my brother. Once inside the office, Harry goes on to explain his dream of smoke filled orbs and snake bites.

Harry's voice sounds strangled as he says, "In my dream, it was me. I dreamed I was the one attacking. I attacked Moony."

My body freezes, processing what he said before I jump into action. "Accio sewing kit." I catch the small box that flies from the headmaster's desk, then turn to Regulus. "I love you and I'll be back as soon as I can," I tell Regulus, kissing him goodbye, then make my way to the fireplace. "Professors, I have a patient to tend to. As his legal guardian, I will be taking Draco with me as an extra set of hands." Not giving anyone a chance to object, I toss down the powder and shout, "Ministry of Magic!"

Arriving in the atrium, I wait a few short moments for Draco to arrive. From Harry's description, it sounds like we need to find the Hall of Prophecies, which will be in the Department of Mysteries. Draco and I cast disillusionment charms and take the elevator down to the necessary floor. Stepping out, we rush down the pathway between shelves. Remus is leaned back against one of the shelves, heavily bleeding from his abdomen. Draco helps me remove Remus's shirt and lay him on the floor.

"I'll heal him, you start cleaning up the blood." When Draco asks me why, I answer, "We need to remove any evidence that we've been here." Since I'm unsure of what attacked him, I can't safely administer an antivenom yet, but I can give him pain potions and try to stop the bleeding with pressure. The smaller wounds are easy to clean and stitch up with the charmed thread, but there's a larger size bite on his left shoulder that will need extensive help that we don't have time for here. I quickly use the belt of my robe and Moony's discarded shirt to tie it off for now. With Remus stitched and Draco done cleaning blood, I cast a levitating charm so we can head back up to the atrium to floo back to Hogwarts.

I leave first, wanting to get a spot cleared in front of the Headmaster's desk. Madame Pomphrey is waiting with Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Severus and Regulus enter seconds after I exit the floor, arms filled with different healing potions. Remus flames in right as I finish spreading out a sheet on the floor.

A few minutes pass with no sign of Draco. I'm only halfway aware of my actions, trying Madame Pomphrey to heal my dad while I worry about Draco.

After five minutes, I can't wait any longer. Grabbing a handful of powder, I'm stopped by a flash of green. Draco steps out, looking roughed up and shirt covered in blood. I freeze, wide eyed at the sight in front of me. I let him get hurt. I should have sent him first.

Severus runs forward to assist the blonde boy, quickly sighing in relief. "Draco, where did the blood come from?"

Draco falls heavily into the closest chair. "It was still there. The snake that attacked Uncle Remus, I mean. I noticed it following us when we got out of the elevator, and Sef said we needed to know what breed of snake to help Moony properly." He pulls a wrapped object from his pocket, handing it to the Potion's Master. "I've never seen so many blasting and knock back jinxes cast in my life, let alone having to cast them. Not that it matter with the level of magic resistance. I couldn't kill the damn thing, but I did severely injure it with falling debris and took its fang."

The rest of the night passed with Severus and Regulus working to craft an antivenom for the genetically modified serpent. Fawkes even supplies a few tears, in case the situation turns dire before the antidote is finished. Harry hesitantly walks up to myself and the mediwitch, asking, "Would a blood transfusion work for Moony?"

I don't have a definitive answer for him, but Poppy Pomphrey does. "With his lycanthropy, the blood would have contain high traces of magic. While a good idea, I don't know where to find a compatible donor." I can see the gears turning in his head.

"Could Sirius donate? He's Remus's lifemate, so there is a magical bond between them, along with Padfoot's animagus form of a Grimm," Harry reasons.

"Unfortunately, Lord Black's magical signature was corrupted by his extended stay in Azkaban. If not for that, I would agree," she answers him, sadly.

"Hey, Potter," Draco sneers from his chair. Everyone, except Harry, look at him in shock. Draco hasn't acted like this in over a year and a half. "Where'd you get that scar?"

A few gasps fill the room, some coming from the doorway of the office where our family waits in worry. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Madame Pomphrey look on, scandalized by Draco's question. The younger members of our group look upset, but Theo and Ron seem to understand, as do Reggie and Severus.

Harry smirks, rolling up his shirt sleeve. "Basilisk bites hurt like a bitch, pardon my language professors." Turning to the mediwitch, Harry says, "My blood descends from a Hogwarts Founder and the Three Brother, and contains both the strongest known venom in the world and the magical heal all of Fawkes's tears."

Madame Pomphrey looks thoughtful, most likely doing calculations with the probability of success. "It could work, but I can't make a guarantee. Mr. Lupin was bitten at a very young age, so his magic was affected before it could fully develop. He may not respond as well as a wolf only a few years bitten, with his body accepting it for so long."

"That does not matter now," Regulus assures Harry. Reg hands Pomphrey a small phial of little grey liquid. "The antidote, ma'am. Now, has anyone thought to contact my brother? I'm sure he would appreciate an update on his husband's health."

After Madame Pomphrey administers the potion, the Weasley boys move Remus onto a stretcher, planning to carry him to his next destination. Dennis walks quietly beside me, hand gripping mine tightly. Draco seems to be quietly talking to Severus about something important based on their postures. I tell Mandy and Harley the password, letting the boys take Remus to the extra room where Sirius is waiting.

A few minutes later, Colin, Ginny and Hermione walk in, Neville in tow. Luna comes in next, followed by Pansy, Theo and a boy I recognize as Blaise Zambini. All eight students are holding blankets and overnight bags. Neville tries to explain his presence. "I know I wasn't invited, but I want to hel-"

"No need to explain yourself. You may not officially be a member of this family, but you deserve to be here. You are an honorary Black in my book. As for Zambini, Theo and Pan trust you, so I will do the same," I tell the two. After that, everyone starts to discuss sleeping arrangements. Couches and chairs are enlarged to fit everyone, finishing as Harry and Regulus finally enter the room. Both boys look worried when they walk through the door.

Everyone might pass it off as worrying for Remus, but I know my brother and fiance better than most. It seems Severus, Ron, Hermione and Draco pick up on the difference in their body language too. Regulus and I share a look, sadness predominant in his eyes. He's barely holding back his emotions, but to the other, he only looks minorly worried. Moving to stand with the two, I grab each of their hands, walking the three of us to visit Remus.

December 17, 1995

Third Person POV

Malfoy Manor

A low level death eater screams and thrashes around on the floor, suffering the Cruciatius many times in the past hour. Lifting the spell, Voldemort barks out, "Anton, Bella, hold him up." The two followers do as they are ordered to. "Now, explain to me again how Nagini was injured on your watch. The only Order member at the Ministry tonight was the werewolf. Nagini had already incompassitated him!"

"My lord," Mitchelson coughs up blood. "He wasn't alone. Two others showed up as we were leaving. Nagini refused to go, so I watched from a distance. She was posed to strike one of them down when he started hailing a barrage of destructive spells at her. I couldn't get a spell in without hurting Nagini so I stayed back. I never expected him to attack the ceiling and try to crush her."

Voldemort's anger doesn't lessen. "You expect me to believe two Hogwarts students broke into the Ministry, saved the wolf and harmed my familiar. Why should I believe such nonsense? Take him to the dungeons."

"Wait," Mitchelson screams. "It was Malfoy's son and the Gaunt girl you're after."

December 17, 1995

Yule Ball Continues

Many have been inquiring about the Black Family still hosting this year's festivities after hearing of Lord Remus Lupin's attack.

While gathering potions ingredients two nights ago, Mister Lupin suffered multiple wounds from an unknown creature, resulting in hospitalization.

Lord Sirius Black will be where he is truly needed, staying with his lifemate during the healing process.

We, at the Quibbler, are happy to announce that Heir Regulus Black has taken his brother's role as host, assuring the continuation of the Ball.

"While I am worried about my brother in law, I know he will be fine. Remus was healed by one of the best, and is surrounded by family and love. He and Siri agree that the Black Family needs to return to our place in high society. It will be my honor to host in their place." Regulus Black