"I'm glad to see that some normalcy prevails," Tina smiles slightly, "and that our family traditions have not been discarded."

"I'd never forget them," Lydia swore, "I value family far too much to do such a thing. Without my parents around, it would be up to me to ensure the gathering still happened."

"I'm sure you'll do a magnificent job," Euphemia reassured her daughter, "as well as you Sirius."

"Thanks Effie," Sirius grinned, "it means a lot."

The scene switched, and Neville was seen sitting with his classmates.

"Happy birthday!" Amelie Lynn shouted, springing confetti on her friend, "I can't believe you've already turned 15! I have another month to go."

"Thank you Amelie," Neville laughs, "and to all of you as well. Don't pretend as if the salt water taffies and croissants are normally present at dinner. I know you bought them for me."

"Why are you so observant?" Nick Dusten sighed, "we can never trick you."

"It comes from being raised by aurors," Neville brushes off, "although most of it could be blamed on my Uncle Regulus. He was far too interested in teaching all us children how to spy on our guardians. You should have seen Auntie Dorcas when she found out he got Iola to trick her."

"You are a horrible influence," Dorcas wagged her finger, "why would you teach children that?"

"It's always a good skill to be observant," Regulus defends, "seeing how Iola's life is turning out, mark my words, my training will save her life."

"Why you lit-" Dorcas attempted to argue, but Sirius interrupted.

"It seems we've just witnessed the birth of your future rivalry," he laughed, "a rivalry that is still present in the future."

"Shut up!" Dorcas blushed, "this doesn't concern you."

"I think-" The films cut Sirius off before he could say something dumb and get hexed.

"I envy you sometimes," Amelie sighs dreamily, "you're related to some of the most impressive figures in wizarding history."

"I did get rather lucky, didn't I?" Neville agreed, before noticing someone, "what's Uncle Thee doing here?"

"I agree," Lyetta wonders, "what in Morigan's name is Thee doing in Hogwarts?"

"Bonjour Neville," Thee Scamander, now 57, greets his nephew, "happy birthday by the way."

"Thanks Uncle Thee," Neville responds, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to speak with an old friend of mine," Thee explains, "Albert Herman. He hasn't been responding to my messages, and I've grown rather worried. I spoke to his brother, and he said he'd gotten a job here. As soon as the paperwork was ready, I made a trip here to see him. I also wanted to speak to Iola, give her my comfort and congratulations. She's doing rather well in the tournament, but I'm worried for her."

"She has been rather down," Neville agreed, "she could use some support."

"Happy birthday though," Thee ruffles Neville's hair, "and here's a little gift."

"Seems Thee has finally matured," Lyetta's jaw dropped, "I never thought it would happen."

"Neither did I," Nico was in a similar state to his sister, "are my eyes deceiving me?"

"Your brother always had this side to him," Newt laughs at his children's faces, "why do you think Josephine married him? He is simply unafraid to embrace everything that makes him special. That's why he seems arrogant and crazy at points. In reality, your brother Theseus is far too similar to his namesake."

The scene shifts to Thee and Iola.

"My little flower," Thee cooed at his niece, "you're turning 15 tomorrow. Quite the occasion."

"It is," Iola smiled half-heartedly at her uncle, "same day as Mum's."

"You're right," Thee smiled softly, "in fact, I remember when your mother was born. We were all very excited, you see. Your grandparents, my Uncle Monty and Auntie Mia, didn't have children until they were in their 80s. Your mother was born after years of rituals and potion making from your grandfather. He contributed heavily to the development of fertility in witches and wizards, but never quite managed to have a child himself. Until finally, your mother was born. We were all rather excited, despite already being adults. We had a baby cousin, and she was simply the cutest little thing. We all were anxious to be the best big cousins ever. Monty and Mia were always doting on us, having no children of their own. We wanted to pay them back by being the best to their beloved child."

"I didn't know you all felt that way," Fleamont turned to Lyetta and Nico, "is that truly how you felt? That you had to pay us back for being your aunt and uncle?"

"That's not what Thee means," Lyetta explained softly, "he means we felt that your child, one you waited so long for, deserved all the love you gave us. If we received it, then so should she. You are our aunt and uncle, our family. Family takes care of family. Semper in aeternum familia. We are always and forever family."

"Oh Lyetta," Fleamont stood up, and embraced his lovely niece, "what have Effie and I done to deserve nieces and nephews like you lot?"

"A lot of good things," Nico smiled, "and a whole lot of lying to Mum and Dad about our endeavors."

"Monty!" Tina lectured, "you lied to me about my children!"

"Well you see," Fleamont desperately turned to his wife, who simply mouthed 'your on your own.'

Let's just say Fleamont wouldn't be sitting right for another hour or so.

"My grandparents had a kid in their 80s?" Iola wondered aloud, "that's rather strange."

"That was Frank's reaction," Thee laughed, "he always was one to speak his mind. Anyways, we all loved your mother dearly. We were all heartbroken when she was killed, and we were even more heartbroken that she had had to leave you. I'm not sure if you know this, but for the first year after your mother's death, we all took turns living with Sirius. We all wanted to make sure that you were okay. We would have done the same with Neville of course, had Aunty Augusta not been insistent that she could do it herself. Instead, we all visit Alice and Frank by Yule time."

"Thank you," Lydia turned to her cousins, "I'm glad that you all gave Iola a large, loving family."

"Any time cuz," Nico gave her a soft look that spoke more than words could, "she's family."

"I never knew that you all cared that much," Iola whispered, "I mean, I did, but not to that extent."

"Well we do," Thee smiled at her, "and that's why all your aunts and uncles from across the globe are cheering you on in this tournament. We've all been listening in on the wireless, and I've never been prouder to be your uncle in my life."

"Thanks Uncle Thee," Iola began tearing up, which she tried to hide, "it means a lot."

"I'm sure it does," Thee spoke comfortingly, "you're in a stressful situation. That's why I'm taking you with me to meet my friend. He's a real clever guy, and I'm sure he'll have some ideas for you."

They reached a room, and Thee knocked on the door. "Bert," he called briskly, "it's me, Thee."

"Thee who?" Albert answered, voice coming from deep within the chambers.

"That's not good," Mad-Eye commented, "people not recognizing people they should is always a bad sign."

"Thee Scamander," Thee's face darkened, "are you alright Bert? You haven't been responding to my letters. I came all the way from France to speak to you, the least you can do is speak to me face to face."

"Uncle Thee," Iola pulled on Thee's sleeve, "I need to tell you something."

"Not now Iola," Thee dismissed, "I need to get this dégénéré to open his door."

"But Uncle Thee," Iola shoved the Marauder's Map in his face, "your friend isn't alone in that room." Sure enough, Albert Herman's name was accompanied by another. Barty Crouch.

"What's my Dad doing with a French transfiguration professor?" Barty Crouch Jr. wondered, "I thought he was off dying."

"This isn't good," Pandora spoke, directing her voice towards the Marauders, "Albert Herman's name is a lot more faded than the others. It means he's a lot weaker. We charmed the map to reflect the physical state of the person, just in case we needed it to find an injured person."

"You're right," Remus spoke worriedly, "based on the film's past context, it should be the other way around. Peter mentioned earlier that Crouch was ill, and when we saw him by the Yule Ball, he was definitely worse for wear. His name shouldn't be that bright."

"Ignoring the horrible implications," Professor Flitwick squeaked, "once again, I'd like to praise that map. And its creators. It is truly a breathtaking piece of charmwork, and I'm extremely impressed with you four."

"Thank you professor," Pandora blushed all the way to her roots, "you're too kind."

"Iola," Thee's face turned grave, "I need you to run and call Amelia on your mirrors. I need you to call for law enforcement. There's something fishy here. Get out of here now and call as many staff members as you can. This is an extremely dangerous situation."

"Yes Uncle Thee," Iola's eyes widened, and she began running, pulling out her mirror as she ran. As she ran, she past a ghost, and thought of an idea.

"Attention all ghosts in the castle," she whispered as she ran, eyes turning silver, "alert as many staff members in the castle as possible. Inform them to head to Professor Albert Herman's office. Do not divulge who instructed you."

"Clever girl," Mad-Eye nodded, "using all available resources. I just hope it's going to be enough."

"Aunt Amy," Iola shouted into her mirror, and Amelia's face suddenly appeared.

"What have I said about disturbing me during work hours?" Amelia sternly spoke to her niece.

"It's an emergency!" Iola screamed, "Uncle Thee told me to tell you to send law enforcement to Hogwarts."

"Thee?!" Amelia stood up in shock, "if he's asking for law enforcement, than we have an issue. I'll be there with a team as soon as possible. Make sure to stay away from the situation Iola. I mean it."

"Yes Aunty Amelia," Iola promised, and began running towards the first teacher she saw. As it so happened, it was Professor Flitwick.

"Professor!" she shouted, out of breath, "there's an emergency by Professor Herman's office. Theseus Scamander has requested backup!"

"I'll be right there!" the short professor began to run, "thank you for informing me."

"I wonder what's happening," Benjy, feeling bold, decides to whisper to his future father-in-law, "is it normal for Mr. Scamander to get that worked up?"

"It's not," Fleamont himself was concerned, "Thee is the last person to get worried about situations. My best guess is that he really cares about Mr. Herman, and is acting strange because of that."

"Oh," Benjy says, personally glad his first interaction with Fleamont Potter went well. Even though he wouldn't remember it, it made him confident about future him's chances.

The scene switches to a nervous Iola Potter sitting in her dorm room. It's getting rather late, and she's concerned about the events of earlier. Suddenly, Ms. Hicks enters her dorm and approaches her.

"Iola," she says, "I'm here to escort you to the Ministry of Magic. There's been a new development, and it's been decided that your presence is required."

"Why does the ministry need her?" Amelia wondered, curious as to the way the ministry operated.

"Probably a testimony," Mad-Eye answered his future trainee, "or they discovered something that related to her. There could be issues, however, because she's in England in a visiting capacity and under American guardianship. That's likely why the Headmistress, and not an auror, went to retrieve her."

"Fascinating," Amelia muttered, "the ministry works in strange ways."

"Iola!" Sirius embraces his daughter when she arrives, "I've been so worried! Have they told you what's happened?"

"No Daddy," Iola snuggles closer to Sirius, having needed his comfort for quite awhile, "they haven't."

"Well I'd suggest you sit down," Pandora Lovegood floated in, "because it's a long story. I'm here on behalf of the Quibbler, but I must say my dear, you're looking more and more like your father by the day."

"Thank you Panda," Iola accepts the compliment, "do you know what's going on?"

"They've told us some vague things," Peter Pettigrew answered from his seat, "but nothing concrete."

"Pete!" Iola raced over to the overweight man, "I haven't seen you in forever."

"You saw me by the second task," Peter laughed, "that was only a month and a half ago."

"I'm glad that my friends are all involved with my daughter," Lydia smiled, "it's nice that they're all supportive."

"Of course Lydia," Peter nudged his roommate, "we might not be as close and you and Sirius are, but I'm still your friend. Of course I'd support your daughter. Marauders don't leave Marauders behind."

"Since when have you been a marauder?" Sirius grinned good naturally, "I don't recall you assisting with the map."

"I drew the map you jerk!" Peter mock raged, "how dare you diminish my efforts?!"

"You're right," Sirius mock sobbed into Peter's shoulder, "how could I?" The little performance ended with the two mock sobbing into each other's arms.

"That doesn't count," Iola pouts, "we barely got to talk. You were busy."

"I was busy?!" Peter laughs, "Iola, you were busy! Busy winning the triwizard tournament!"

"Iola," Amelia Black walked slowly to her niece, "I think it's time you've been made aware of what happened over the last few hours."

"Okay," Iola looked up brightly, "what's going on?"

"Azkaban has been missing a prisoner for over a decade," Amelia's face turned grim, "and said prisoner is responsible for entering you into the tournament."

"What?!" occupants of the hall shout, "how is that possible?!"

"SHUT IT!" Lydia Potter stood on the table, wand letting a few bangs loose. Silence immediately overtook the hall. "We will not find out the story until we're quiet."

"How?" was all that Iola could utter, "why?"

"It seems despite his claims otherwise," Amelia sighed, head in her hands, "Barty Crouch Senior is a family man. Upon his wife's request, he broke his son out of azkaban. He's kept him under the imperius curse, and Jr. only broke the curse off recently. He was the one behind the dark mark appearing at the Quidditch World Cup."

"It was Barty Crouch's son the whole time!" voices shouted, turning to find the slytherin first year laughing.

"I finally one upped him," the boy cackled, "I did it!"

"I'd forgotten about that," Sirius mumbles from the side, face ashen white, "we hadn't gone because of our visit to Spain, but it caused a huge scandal."

"Seems the movement still isn't gone," Sirius scowled, "hopefully it will all be over soon."

"After that," Amelia continued, "Crouch had read one of Skeeter's articles about Iola. Something about her and her mother's legacy. The usual lies and what not. Apparently, he then decide it was his mission to kill the last piece of the one who destroyed his lord. So he kidnapped and impersonated the new transfiguration teacher, and had hoped Iola would be able to be killed at Hogwarts. He hadn't anticipated that she wouldn't be in attendance. So when the triwizard tournament came up, he couldn't help himself, and put her name in. The rest is history. We're just lucky that Thee was friends with Mr. Herman, and came to check on him when he was acting suspicious. Otherwise, we'd never know. Mr. Herman is currently at St. Mungo's, still in recovery from the trauma of being kept in an enchanted suitcase for months."

"That's sick," Sirius blanched, "I can't believe that Regulus's friend is the one who did that."

"I never realized how twisted he was," Dumbledore mourned, "I failed another student. Once again I allowed someone to walk down that dark path."

"It's not just you," Flitwick comforted his boss, "we all failed to realize this. We'll have to do better."

"How's Reggie taking this?" Sirius asked his wife gently, "that boy was his only friend back in the day. He mourned his supposed death for months."

"I haven't gotten to telling him," Amelia collapsed into her chair, "and I can't anyways. He's at St. Mungo's as well. Cathy went into labor a few hours ago."

"Oh," Sirius chuckled, "I do not envy him. Thank Merlin we agreed to adopt. Having to deal with a pregnant woman is no fun. Believe me, I've been through it twice. Labor is the worst part. I swear, when Iola was born, Lydia crushed my hand. Literally. Mungo's had to reconstruct my whole hand. They gave the room next to her. Dorcas was, thankfully, less violent. She just cursed me out. I was cool with that."

"Sorry?" Lydia told Sirius. It was more of a question than an actual apology.

"Don't sweat it," Sirius said, sweating at his fate. He was so glad he was going to forget this. He did not need a new fear on his list.

"My Mum broke your hand?" Iola asked curiously, "Uncle Reggie said she knocked you two out."

"She did," Sirius nodded, "after knocking us out, Reggie went home. I stayed with your Mom, and during the pushing, she squeezed my hand so tightly that she crushed the bones."

"Back to the topic at hand," Amelia redirected the conversation, "we just wanted to give you an opportunity to speak to Crouch. Or curse him out. Either one works."

"I didn't know the ministry allowed that," Iola looks big eyed at Amelia, "Uncle Reggie said that the Ministry is full of dunces. Did anyone tell Uncle Reggie this?"

"I'm starting to like future Regulus more and more," Kingsley smirks, "and Benj, your kid is awesome."

"She is," Benjy agreed proudly. His daughter truly was the greatest.

"They don't," Amelia smirked, "this is off the books."

The scene switches back to Lydia Potter and the Pains of Pregnancy.