Reign O'er Me

Chapter 37 - Pictures of Lily

Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pitcures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright

- Pictures of Lily, The Who

"Jamie, have you seen Harry?" Lupin asked as he entered the trophy room, then grinned as he realized what they were looking at. "Showing her James' and Lily's old trophies, Draco?"

"Yes, he is," Jamie replied before Draco had a chance to deny it. "And no, I've not seen Harry since we got back here. Why? Is everything okay?"

"No, Professor Dumbledore just arrived, and he wants to talk to Harry."

"Uncle Remus..." Jamie began and then hesitated. "Maybe later, when you have time, could you tell me about my parents, and what it was like when all of you were here?"

"I'd be glad to, Jamie, though Sirius spins a better tale," Lupin replied, grinning.

"I've asked him a few times, and he keeps putting me off. And Harry doesn't remember them."

"Perhaps later this evening," said Lupin. "And I'll see if I can get Sirius to share a few of his stories, too--though you shouldn't believe quite everything he says."

"That would be great." Jamie smiled, perhaps a little wistfully. "Seeing this here... it makes it seem more real, somehow."

"No one who has spent time with you would doubt your parentage," Draco said teasingly.

Lupin raised an eyebrow; this was a side of Draco he had never encountered before. "Why would you say that, Draco?"

"She is a superb flyer, her magic is strong, she is unbelievably stubborn, and is right... reckless," Draco ticked off points with his fingers.

"I didn't make a very good impression on his father or aunt, either," Jamie said as they all laughed.

"Okay," said Lupin. "If you should see Harry, tell him that Professor Dumbledore would like to see him."

"We will." After Lupin left the room, she turned to Draco and said, "Thank you, Draco. Seeing their names here... there really is a place I feel like I do belong."

"Our positions have become reversed, Jamie," Draco said with a wry smile.

"No! I've told you... you do have a place. After today, how can you doubt that?"

"It is not easy, Jamie, and once the term begins, will be even more difficult."

"Then let me help."

Draco stopped and turned to face her. "You have."

"I'm not finished yet."

"Nor am I," Draco said as he pulled her close.

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"What did Professor Dumbledore want?" Ginny had waited for him near the entrance of the Headmaster's office.

"He asked a few questions about this afternoon," Harry replied. "He already seemed to know what happened. He wanted to know why we stayed... and I told him. And he told me a little about what happened at the Ministry. The Wizengamot will meet here tonight."

"I hope that doesn't mean us," Ginny said.

"I don't think so. He didn't say anything about that. But he seemed to be pleased with what Dobby had set up for us. He also said that the six of us should stay close together, at least for now."

"In the tower?" Ginny giggled. "That's rather close quarters for Ron and Draco."

"After today, that might not be a problem."

Ginny nodded. "Draco owes Jamie another one. And, for that matter, so does Hermione."

"Jamie has been lucky."

"It hasn't just been luck, Harry. You know better. Though I still wonder how she learned to fight like that."

"I asked her about that. She said there was some bloke she met living under a bridge, and they traveled together for a several weeks. He'd been a soldier and taught her. She wouldn't say much else; only that one morning when she woke up he wasn't there and she never saw him again."

Ginny nodded. "Things would have been a lot worse today if she hadn't there."

"I know." Harry sighed. "But..."

"She's as stubborn as you are? Maybe even a little more?" Ginny asked, grinning.

"I'm not stubborn." Seeing Ginny's look, he amended, "Well, okay, maybe a little."

"The two of you are very much alike. Or as Madame Flamel would say, the acorns didn't fall very far from the oak."

"Maybe so." Harry sighed again as he shook his head.

"Harry... what's wrong?" Her hand slipped into his. "You're worried about tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah. And I'm not even sure why."

Ginny waited.

"Lupin said Jamie thought Sirius had been ducking her, and... well, there have been times when he has changed the subject on me. Not so much about their school years, but... afterwards."

"He still feels responsible for what happened," Ginny said softly.

"I... I don't think it's that."

"Then... what?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. But if Jamie is determined... I reckon we might find out"

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"Nice digs, Harry," Lupin said as he and Sirius, Cassandra and Perenelle entered the sitting room at the top of Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm not sure how he manages it time after time. Like a ruddy cat, always landing on his feet." Sirius grinned. "This is certainly a lot more plush than the staff quarters where we're staying."

"But far better than the dormitories," Cassandra said knowingly. "Is that not so, Ginny?"

"Yes," Ginny replied firmly. "And it's better than staying in the Shrieking Shack."

"Hey, I've spent thousands of Galleons fixing the place up," Sirius objected. "It's rather posh!"

"All the same, I'd rather not get that close to the Whomping Willow every day," Ginny said as Ron and Hermione nodded their agreement. "This is h... perfect."

"Indeed." Cassandra nodded. "It will suffice for as long as you shall need. Albus sends his regrets that the Wizengamot will require his and Nicholas' presence. Though they may join us in the unlikely event that the Wizengamot should adjourn at early hour."

"Was Professor Dumbledore the headmaster when my parents were here?" Jamie asked.

"Yes... Hey, Jamie, we're not that old!" Sirius said, feigning indignance. "Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were on staff then, too. And Filch. He had a different cat back then, though it was just as big a pain in the arse as Mrs. Norris. But it did love catnip." Sirius chuckled. "Catnip was our secret weapon before we made the... er, before we found something better."

Sirius and Lupin went on to describe several of the Marauders encounters with the caretaker and their other adventures at Hogwarts. Even though Harry had heard a few of these stories before, he enjoyed watching Sirius and Lupin feed off one another, each trying to top the other. Lupin, in particular, seemed to be having a good time. Harry had rarely seen him more cheerful and animated. Even Draco lost some of his reserve as the evening progressed, though he looked a bit uncomfortable when Severus Snape came into the stories.

Sirius and Lupin took turns telling about their seventh year, and how James and Lily had finally gotten together after being set up by Sirius. "It was really self defense, not altruism, kids. All James did was lie about and moon over her. If we were to going to accomplish anything our seventh year, we had to get him back on track."

"Accomplish anything? You mean school?" Jamie asked.

"No, no, no!" Sirius shook his head. "I knew it was a bad idea for Jamie to spend so much time with bloody Hermione. I mean pranks. Fun stuff. We had a reputation to maintain, aye, that we did. And the whole school was counting on us."

"We had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of by the end of the year." Lupin grinned. "Harry, did you know your Mum even helped us out a few times?"

"Lily would never admit it," Sirius objected. "Always had an oh-so-reasonable excuse. Making sure things were done safely, or that no first years stumbled into something we prepared special for Sniv... Jamie's godfather."

"Once Lily fell for James, the two of them were inseparable. Even when she disapproved of what he was doing..." said Lupin.

"We, Moony, We. What WE were doing." Sirius interrupted. "And they couldn't wait to get married. Was right after graduation. And even with the war on, it was still a big to do."

Lupin nodded. "It certainly was. I've never seen a happier couple."

"Then what happened?" Jamie asked. "What did all of you do after graduation?"

"Lupin and I found jobs," Sirius replied after a moment. "Boring stuff, mostly; nothing worth the telling. The big excitement came when Lily got pregnant with Harry..."

"But what did my parents do?" Jamie pressed, this time looking at Lupin. "What kind of work?"

"James inherited..." Lupin began.

"Hey, let me tell you about Harry's first birthday," Sirius interrupted. "You'd have thought..."

"Sirius?" This time Harry broke in. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong?" Sirius looked puzzled. "Nothing's wrong. I'm really enjoying this. Anyway, this was the party where..."

"Wait." Harry commanded. "Sirius, what did my parents do after Hogwarts?"

Sirius set silently and his eyes went blank. Then, in a stilted monotone, he said, "Harry, go to the Potter family vault in Gringotts. At the back is a small chest, hidden under a stack of coins. What you want is there."

There was dead silence for several moments. Lupin was the first to recover; he grasped Sirius' arm and demanded, "What just happened?"

Sirius shook his head rapidly for a few seconds. "James." Turning toward Lupin, he continued, "It was James. I remember all of it now." He glanced towards Draco for a moment, and then turned to Harry. "You know that both James and Lily were members of the Order. But after they were married, the two of them spent most of their time working on something. But none of us knew what. They were very secretive. But I remember now this was so that you could continue what they had begun. I would have told you anyway on your seventeenth birthday."

Lupin nodded slowly. "And after they were killed, I remember Dumbledore saying something all their work being for naught."

"What was it?" Harry asked quietly.

"I asked Professor Dumbledore then," Lupin replied. "He said that he had intentionally avoided knowing the details, other than it concerned Voldemort."

"Then I have to go to Gringotts," Harry said.

"We have to go to Gringotts," Jamie amended firmly.

"You know," Sirius whispered to Lupin, "I think James left a message with you, too."

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"Is something amiss?" Dumbledore paused in the doorway of the Headmaster's office, raising an eyebrow at Cassandra, sitting at his desk.

"I had hoped you would be able to answer that question for me," Cassandra replied. "That was a long session."

"Indeed. Many words were spoken, but very little was said."

Cassandra nodded. "Such has always been the way of the Wizengamot."

"But something concerns you..." Dumbledore said slowly as Cassandra stood and walked softly across the room, and slipped her hand into his.

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"...in the bloody morning! Wait! That's all I ever do is effing wait!" Harry fumed.

"But..." Ginny tried to interrupt.

Harry wasn't finished. "Just one time... you know, being one of Gringotts larger patrons should mean something."

"It's not just that, Harry. The last thing you want to do is draw attention."

Harry nodded reluctantly. "But... it's something from my parents."

"It will be morning soon, love."

Harry nodded, but his thoughts were elsewhere. "I know so little about them... I've never really tried... it took Jamie..." Harry quickly turned his head away.

Ginny silently wrapped her arms around him and waited.

Harry took a deep breath. "After we go to Gringotts... tomorrow morning... I want to go to Godric's Hollow, and the manor... and... and their graves."

"Then we will," Ginny replied softly.

"I wish it could just be the two of us."

"Jamie wouldn't be very happy if she found out."

"She wouldn't be the only one."

Ginny shuddered. "After what almost happened to Ron and Hermione...."

"Yeah." Harry's brow wrinkled again. "But why have I waited this long? I could have tried long before this; I could have even asked Hagrid my first year."

"I don't know, Harry." Ginny touched his cheek, turning his head so she could look into his eyes. "Sometimes things happen for a reason. Something we can't see for a long time, if ever."

"Why me, Ginny?"

It was a long time before Ginny answered. "Maybe... just maybe... because you can." But Harry did not hear her answer; sleep had claimed him.

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"What was that you were saying last night about not drawing attention?" Harry asked with a frown as he and Ginny entered the kitchen the next morning. It was obvious from the wizarding dress worn by most present that a large group was accompanying them to Diagon Alley.

"Sometimes the best way to conceal something is to leave it in the open," Perenelle replied. "It would be difficult at best to completely conceal a trip to Gringotts by Harry and Jamie."

"However, if it were made to appear as a simple shopping trip," Dumbledore continued, "it is our hope that anyone observing believe it to be no more than that." He nodded toward Ron. "Mr. Weasley, for example, felt that an visit to Quality Quidditch Supplies would strengthen the subterfuge, while Miss Granger expressed a willingness to peruse any new arrivals at Flourish and Blotts."

"That makes sense," Ginny said as she glanced worriedly at Harry.

Harry nodded as he took a place at the table, and for the next few minutes seemed to focus on the plate Molly Weasley sat in front of him. When he finally looked up, he turned toward Dumbledore and said, "I reckon you're right; this does make sense for Diagon Alley. But... after Gringotts, I'm not so sure."

As he paused, Dumbledore asked, "After, Harry?"

"I want to... no, I'm going to Godric's Hollow, and Potter Manor..." his voice faded slightly, "and to my parents graves."

"The manor house has been closed for years, Harry," Sirius said. "It's been closed since your grandparents died."

"My grandparents? Closed?" Harry shook his head. "What else..."

"Harry," Perenelle interrupted. "If you will allow, I will accompany you anywhere you desire to go. But would it not first wise to find what was left for you at Gringotts, and then decide?"

Harry glanced around the room; he had mentally prepared himself for a fight, but even Dumbledore and Molly nodded their support. "Okay... one step at a time. And... thank you."

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"Vault 11, please," Harry said quietly.

"Certainly, Mr. Potter. Kindly follow me," the goblin replied with a bow.

Harry had sat quietly through breakfast, only nodding his agreement when it was decided that Ginny, Jamie, Sirius and Perenelle would accompany him to the Potter vault. Nicholas created a Portkey that transported them to the Apparition point in Diagon Alley. From there, they had walked slowly down the street, occasionally pausing at a shop window, and then entered the Wizarding bank. There, they started to enter the queue to access the vaults, but one of the senior goblins made a beeline for Harry, asking how Gringotts could be of service.

The cart was clearly designed for a maximum of four passengers, but Ginny insisted they could all ride together, perching on Harry's lap. Harry had maintained his solemn manner through the first part of the wild ride, but could not help grinning at Jamie's gasps and expressions of amazement at the dragons guarding the lower levels of the vaults.

The cart finally stopped in a long, arched marble hallway. Other than an archway where the cart entered the room, there were no features other than some sort of lamps hanging from the ceiling, and a series of golden numbers at intervals along the walls. The goblin lead them to number 11, placed something against the wall in several places then made some sort of motion with his hands. A sturdy looking metal door appeared; the goblin again went through some sort of procedure after which the door slowly and silently swung open. "Vault 11, Mr. Potter."

After a few moments, Harry muttered, "Thank you." Then, nodding at his companions, he motioned them forward.

"Harry, would you or Jamie prefer that Sirius and I wait here?" Perenelle asked.

"No," Harry replied, after a quick glance at Jamie. "Let's go; all of us." He walked resolutely forward, took two steps into the vault, and then stopped with a gasp. "This... this place is huge."

"The vaults on this level--and there are only a hundred of them--are like this. For the most part they belong to the oldest families. Having one is considered a status symbol by some," Sirius said. "I see some of the furnishings and portraits from the manor were moved here."

"Portraits?" Harry turned to peer at Sirius. "Did either of my parents have... have a wizarding portrait?"

"No," Sirius replied, "at least not that I know about. Nor did your grandparents, as far as I know."

Harry nodded resignedly, then let his eyes travel across the room. "This... all this... it's simply unbelievable."

"It may take a little getting used to," Sirius replied, grinning. "A spot of cutter can come in handy, kid. But don't forget why we're here."

"Right," Harry said, walking toward the back of the large room. There was only one stack of coins along the back wall; Harry knelt in front of it, brushing the coins aside. "It's here," he announced, a slight tremor in his voice. He continued pushing coins aside until the small chest was completely exposed.

Harry hesitated a moment, thinking that one of his parents had been the last to touch this chest. Jamie knelt beside him, placing her hand on his. "It's like this is the closest I've ever been to one of them," Harry whispered as Jamie nodded.

The catches turned easily; with unsteady hands he slowly raised the lid. "It's a Pensieve, and there are some books... notebooks... under it."

As Harry reached for his wand, Perenelle interrupted, "Harry, consider if this is the best place to examine what you have found. Also, should we be watched, it may seem suspicious if we remain here for too long a time."

With a sigh, Harry nodded. Closing the chest, he reduced it to the size of a matchbox, and placed it in his pocket.

As they left Gringotts, Harry tried to forget about what he carried and enjoy the trip to Diagon Alley. Jamie had lost none of her enthusiasm for exploring the wizarding shops, Hermione purchased a number of books, and Ron would have cheerfully spent more time in both the Quidditch and sweet shops. Finally, after ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, they could return to Hogwarts. There had not been that much subterfuge in their trip, Harry thought; he carried several shopping bags for Ginny.

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After arriving, Perenelle pulled Harry aside and asked softly, "How shall we proceed, Harry? Is it still your desire to visit Godric's Hollow next?"

"No... I want to see what's in the chest...."

"Would you prefer to examine it alone first, or with only Jamie?"

Harry would very much have liked to examine the Pensieve and the other contents of the chest alone, or perhaps with just Ginny. "No... alone wouldn't be fair to Jamie... and from what Sirius and Lupin said last night, what's here could be important. They were involved; they should be there, and you and Professor Flamel, Professor Dumbledore and Cassandra will need to know. And if their work was incomplete, so will Ron and Hermione." Harry sighed resignedly. "And... Jamie will want Draco."

"She told you?"

"No, not exactly, but I know she will. When we were at the bank..."

Perenelle nodded slowly, then asked, "You find this uncomfortable?"

"A little. But it's not just that; this is something from my parents..."

"And that's hard to share," Perenelle finished.

"Yeah."

"I believe that you have made the right decision, Harry. Shall I gather the others to your rooms?"

"Yes. But could I have a few minutes first?"

"Certainly, lapin."

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Harry paused for just a moment before the polished oak door, then squared his shoulders and opened it. Perenelle had gathered them there as she had promised. As he glanced from face to face, it was almost frightening at the concern was openly showing; was he that fragile? Or had he given them reason, perhaps, to think so? Even Jamie...

Harry smiled--or at least he hoped it was a smile rather than a grimace--and walked firmly toward the chair he had occupied the evening before. Reaching into his pocket, he removed the small chest, placing it on a nearby table. A swish of his wand restored the chest to its original size, and undoing the catches, he raised the lid and then carefully removed the Pensieve, setting it carefully on the table next to the chest.

Backing a half step toward the chair, Harry slowly settled into it as he tried to maintain a poker face and avoid making eye contact with anyone. He nodded once, and then touched his wand to the pensive.

He had tried to prepare himself; to steel himself against reacting no matter what happened, but as the image of Lily Potter formed above the Pensieve, his resolve faltered; his hands turned white as they dug into the arms of the chair, and he barely was able to choke back sounds that tried to escape.

The image of Lily seemed to look around the room and then seemed to settle on Harry. "Harry, my little Harry, though by the time you see this, you won't be a little boy anymore," the image said softly, though it seemed to echo through the room. "And our daughter," Lily continued as her eyes settled on Jamie, then laughed for a moment. "I intend to name you Jamie, though James has yet to acquiesce. I will call you that, so please forgive me if your father should have ultimately prevailed."

"And Sirius, and Remus, and Professor Dumbledore, greetings to you all, as well as the others gathered. I am sorry that I cannot greet you all by name, as this is only a recording, though one in which James and I have attempted to prepare for as many contingencies as we could imagine.

"That you are now listening to this means that James and I are both dead - or worse. I have in recent months come to believe that our time was short, and we have taken what steps we could to preserve our work, and should the foretelling prove true, give Harry at least some of what he will need to prevail.

"Once we learned of that foretelling, both James and I have concentrated our efforts in understanding how that it might be fulfilled; to that end, we have attempted to discover whatever was possible regarding Voldemort and how he became what he is. All of our findings and research is recorded in this Pensieve and our notes that will be placed in the chest where it is hidden. Take this, Harry, and use it however you can. And rely on Sirius, Remus and Peter to help you. I don't know how or why, but I believe in my heart of hearts that all three of them will be crucial to your success.

"Sirius, I am most pleased to 'see' that you are here. I know that Harry and Jamie have been well taken care of and loved in your care. Thank you for being there.

"Remus, I am grateful to find that you are there, as well." Lily's image smiled for a moment. " I can be confident, at least, that the worst of Sirius' excesses were blunted. Thank you."

"Peter I do not see. Give him our love and thanks."

"And Jamie... daughter... please believe that no child has ever been more wanted, and hoped for, and loved than you. You were our hope and faith that everything that, as Professor Dumbledore once said, should be, shall be. I love you, child. James and I both love you very much."

"Harry." Lily's image again looked directly at him and sighed. "I cannot understand how such a fate could befall our little boy, and knowing as I do that we will not... cannot... be there for you. I want so much for you, for both of you. But no matter what should befall, always remember that we both love you very much. James and I love you, Harry."

Lily looked down for a moment, and then appeared to look around the room again. "Farewell."

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Harry slowly became aware of his surroundings again; as he glanced around the room he realized only Perenelle Flamel remained, though he had not seen anyone leave.

"Have you rejoined us, lapin?"

Harry nodded slowly. "How long?"

"Perhaps a few minutes. Will you tell me how you are feeling?"

"I... I... don't know." Harry shook his head. "She... knew."

"Indeed."

"If they had... had just..." Harry's voice faltered.

"Harry," Perenelle interrupted, with just a hint of sternness. "Would you seek to escape your fate, and leave Ginny or Jamie to theirs?"

"Of course not! What..."

"Then why would you attempt to hold your parents to different standard?" Perenelle interrupted again.

"I..."

"They love you very much."

When Harry was finally able to speak, he whispered, "I... feel like I've let them down. Voldemort... he's still there... I don't even really remember them... I've never even asked about their graves or been to them."

"But you have done what would make them most proud, lapin."

Harry set thoughtfully. "Have I?"

"Some say that no one truly dies as long as they are not forgotten. A grave is a physical place where their remains lie... remains, Harry. Not them, not their essence, not what made them uniquely them. What they were, their spirit, their essence, their love, live on in you and Jamie. And you have honored that. By both what you are, and what you shall soon become."

"But..."

"Do you wish to visit their graves now, Harry?"

"No," Harry replied after a long pause. "Not yet." Nodding toward the pensive and the chest, he continued, "That's first. And... going there... will expose Jamie..."

"And that, Harry, is why you would make them most proud."

"It's hard."

"What is right often is, as Brian has told you. But now, how shall we move forward?"

Harry looked perplexed. "But..."

Perenelle smiled gently. "It falls to you to lead, Harry."

"Then... will you, and the professors and Hermione..." He motioned towards the chest.

"But of course," Perenelle replied. "We shall begin shortly. However, just now... I believe that Jamie needs her big brother."

"Really?" Harry asked, a bit surprised.

"Indeed. Harry, you are the rock upon which her world rests."

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"Hi," Harry said, entering the trophy room. Somehow he'd known she would be here.

Jamie had been resting against the arm of a chair, staring into one of the cases. When Harry spoke, she stood and took a few steps forward, facing away from Harry. "Hi," she finally whispered.

Harry moved behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Sis... talk to me."

She turned halfway toward him; Harry could see the tear tracks on her cheeks. "It's okay,' she said as she started to move away.

"Jamie..."

She turned toward him again. "It's... it's..."

Harry pulled her to his shoulder. "Talk to me, Jamie."

"They... they... wanted me. My Mom really did want me."

"Of course they did."

"I wondered... and wondered for years why... then you came... but even then, why? Did you really want me? You said you did, but you don't ever want to let me..."

"Jamie, I couldn't think of anything else once I knew..."

"Did you want me? Really? Or did you... you... just want to keep me away from... from Him?"

"Jamie, I wanted you. You're family. I wanted you here with me, with us. All the rest... it doesn't matter; it's just... baggage."

"I guess I have a lot of baggage."

"We both do."

"But... sometimes..."

"What?" Harry encouraged.

"I'm a burden... I hold things back or have be protected."

"That's... temporary."

"Really? Would you be happier if you'd never known about me, if I hadn't forced you to..."

"No!"

"I had to ask...."

"Do you still have any doubts?"

Jamie hesitated, and then slowly shook her head.

Harry nodded. "It's okay, sis. It's okay."

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"He handled that quite well," Cassandra whispered as Harry and Jamie left the trophy room. The siblings had talked quietly together for some time, and had left with Molly, who had apparently been searching for them.

"Indeed," Perenelle nodded. "It is fortunate that Molly came when she did," she said as they stepped from the shadows. "I had begun to fear we would be there for some time. Do we meddle too much?"

"Meddle? No. We did not interfere. Perhaps you worry overmuch."

"Still... even the process of observation can change things."

Cassandra scrutinized Perenelle closely for several moments. "You are troubled. Did I perchance miss something? Perhaps when you were with Harry?"

"No, not then. Earlier, when Lily spoke."

Cassandra looked thoughtful, then asked, "Peter?"

"Yes. You heard Lily."

"Have you?"
"No."
"Nor I."

"Yet Brian has said that he believes he may have a role to play."

"Perhaps because of the life debt?" asked Cassandra.

"That is one possibility."

"I shall talk to him... but, first, I wish to meet this Peter."

"He is within the castle. I shall discover the details, but for now..."

"...The less that is said, the better." Cassandra finished.

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The glass sparkled as it flew through the air, lazily spinning, until it shattered into thousands of pieces against the fireplace. The shards tinkled to the floor, adding to a small but growing pile of debris. With a disapproving look, the house elf set another glass in front of Sirius, and slowly filled it from a dust covered bottle of Ogden's Ancient Firewhiskey. Sirius remained motionless for several minutes, then swept the glass into his hand, swallowed the contents in a single gulp, then sent the glass flying towards the Gryffindor common room fireplace. Silently, the house elf produced yet another glass and filled it.

Sirius remained motionless as Remus Lupin entered and settled on the sofa across from him. Nodding once to the elf, he accepted a glass then settled, watching Sirius.

After several minutes, Sirius again emptied the glass, sent it flying. "Just leave me the hell alone, Lupin. I don't need you or anyone else blowing sunshine up my arse."

"You're going to run out of glasses eventually, Sirius."

"The bloody elf conjures them. And as soon as my back's turned, it'll all go poof. You can't even make a effing mess in this ruddy place."

"Sirius, I believe you might have had too..."

"Everyone should believe in something," Sirius interrupted, savagely motioning to the house elf. "I believe I'll have another."

"There's no way Lils could have..."

"You heard her, dammit. Dammit it to hell, Lupin, you heard her."

"She couldn't have known..."

"What the hell are you talking about, Lupin?"

"You... and Harry with Petunia..."

This time the glass flew, whiskey untouched. "NO! Dammit, Lupin, did you listen? I know I screwed up. Didn't you hear her talk about Peter? Her heart of hearts? You know damned well what that means... And Harry..."

Lupin fell back against the sofa. "Merlin, you may be right..."

"Dumbledore's already said that he Peter may..."

"I know, I know..."

"And Harry... Harry's not just taking chances, he's becoming reckless... and Dumbledore and the rest of them are egging him on."

"You emancipated him, Sirius..."

"But Peter's not going to get another shot at him. I should have killed him when I had the chance."

"Sirius, you have to..." Lupin began, and then stopped, looking at Sirius' face.

"That's a mistake I can still fix, Moony."

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"As I told you, there is little which transpires within the castle that the Baron does not know," Draco said.

"Can you take me there?" Jamie asked.

Draco hesitated. "Possibly, depending on what protections have been set in place. But why?"

"I... I'm not really sure." Jamie looked down. "But you heard my Mom..."

Draco nodded. "Even so... I am not sure that it would wise."

"But... please? I just want to talk to him."

"Jamie... Pettigrew was a Death Eater; he was the one who..."

"Is the reason I'm here," Jamie interrupted, and then smiled. "Besides, what could go wrong if you're there with me?"

"I still do not think..."

"Please, Draco?"

Draco finally nodded, reluctantly. "If it is that important to you..."

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"Looking out there... it's hard to imagine anything bad in the world." Harry stood at the rail of the balcony atop Gryffindor Tower.

Ginny nodded as she walked out to stand beside him. "Madam Flamel asked me to tell you that she, Cassandra and Hermione had begun working through your parent's notes, and Professors Dumbledore and Flamel would join them as soon as they could. They are in the library. Ron's helping Chris with something."

"Have you seen Jamie?"

"Draco was going to show her how to reach the Potions classroom."

"Did she seem okay?"

Ginny nodded. "Maybe a little subdued."

"I feel so... helpless, just standing here."

"Do you want to join them in the Library?"

"No. I'd only slow things down. And if they are going into that Pensieve... " Harry shuddered. "I'm not ready for that, yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

Ginny touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

Harry shook his head as Ginny matched her fingers to his. After a moment she asked, "Why does that bother you so much?"

Harry sighed. "I don't know."

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"Your house is down here?" Jamie asked, surprised.

Draco nodded as Jamie shivered and said, "It's cold."

"Perhaps," Draco replied. "Yet, I prefer it to where we first met. At least here, one has the option of a jumper."

"A jumper?"

"A wool garment, worn over one's shirt."

"A sweater?" Jamie asked after a moment's thought.

"Indeed. Be careful as we go forward. The floors here are damp and are slippery."

They continued onward for several minutes through the winding and cramped passages. Jamie could hear Draco counting turns under his breath. She hoped that he had some idea where they were; she was hopelessly lost.

"I believe that we are near," Draco finally said. "It should be one of the doors along this corridor."

"There's light coming from under that one." Jamie pointed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jamie nodded and stepped forward toward the door as Draco drew his wand. She paused a moment, then knocked firmly.

"Who is it? What do you want? It's not time for..." She could see something moving behind a small hole.

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Potter."

There was dead silence for several moments, then the sounds of multiple locks being undone. Finally, the door creakily opened a crack.

Jamie pushed it open and entered. The room at first seemed empty, and then she spotted what looked to be a pile of rags quivering on the bed. As she started to move closer, a voice squeaked, "What do you want from me?" Then, as Draco moved beside her, Pettigrew continued, drawing back even further against the wall "Master Malfoy! Please! I didn't mean it. Please don't. Girl, you tricked me!"

"We're not going to hurt you," Jamie said. "I just want to talk to you."

"But... but..."

"You have nothing to fear, as long as you do as Jamie says," Draco said, his words dripping with disgust. He continued to hold his wand at ready.

"What... what do you want?" Pettigrew asked fearfully.

"You know who I am?" Jamie asked.

"Y... Yes"
"Why?"

"Why... what... what do you want, girl?"

"Why did you do what you did? Telling Harry... about me?" Jamie pressed.

"I... I told Sirius. He... he... he wanted to... kill me."

"But why?"

"I'm sorry... sorry... I never meant..."

"You turned on Voldemort..."

"Don't say his name!" Pettigrew almost screamed.

"Why, Peter?"

"You... you look so much... like Lily... the Dark Lord... he would have killed me sooner or later. I was to be at his right hand... instead..." Pettigrew held up his silver hand. "I... I wanted to be somebody. I was tired of hiding... being of being nobody. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I only made things worse."

"But what changed?" Jaime pressed gently.

"I... I soon learned... what I did... turning to the Dark Lord... it would have been better if Sirius and Remus had... killed me. I hate what I did, helping Him, what I did to James, to Lily. And Harry."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. "But what changed?"

Pettigrew huddled back even closer to the wall.

"Answer her!" Draco demanded.

"No," Jamie said softly, holding Draco's wand arm, restraining him. "Peter, will you tell me?"

Pettigrew continued shaking, but slowly began, "It... it was... no, please, please, just leave me alone."

"I won't hurt you, but I need to know. When I saw my Mom in the Pensieve..."

"You... you saw... Lily?"

Jamie nodded.

"It... it was when I found out... what Rosier had done. When... when I knew."

"Knew what, Peter?"

"That... that what she said... had been right... all along. That what I'd done... betraying my friends, leaving Harry to... to... was wrong... and had doomed us all."

"But... why did that change?"

"Because you.... it was true... what Lily..."

"JAMIE!!! GET AWAY FROM HIM!!! NOW!!!" Sirius bounded into the room, followed by a panting Lupin. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Jamie moved between the wailing mound of rags and Sirius. "We're just talking, Sirius"

"He's not getting a shot at you... or another one at Harry!" Sirius said as he advanced. Lupin placed a hand on his shoulder, but Sirius shook it off. "Stand aside, I'm settling this for once and for all."

"Please, Sirius, wait. You heard my Mom."

Sirius hesitated as Jamie took a step forward, peering intently at him. "Don't do this, Uncle Sirius, please." She stepped forward, placing her hand on his arm, then a moment later whispered, "You knew...."

"He's not worth it, kid. As long as he's alive..."

"He may not be much longer without a healer," Lupin interrupted as Pettigrew started to make choking sounds and hold his chest. "I think he may be having a heart attack. He pushed past Sirius and Jamie and conjured a stretcher. "Draco, help me, I'm taking him to the hospital wing."

Sirius and Jamie stood staring at each other for a moment, and then silently followed the stretcher to the hospital wing.

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"Harry!" Sirius was standing, albeit a bit unsteadily, in the center of the sitting room. "Get in here, dammit, Harry."

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Harry asked as he and Ginny entered the room.

"It's Jamie. You've got to talk to her, or do something. She went looking for Peter."

"Wormtail? Why? Where is she now?"

"She's in the infirmary."

"Is she alright?" Harry demanded.

"Nothing's wrong with her. But Peter... he faked a heart attack or something... Pomfrey threw me out."

Harry nodded slowly.

"Talk to her Harry. You've got to make her understand... I'm going to find Dumbledore."

"Jamie's in the infirmary?"

"Yeah. Draco was with her. Odds are that sodding little bastard's responsible for this. But you've got to make her listen."

Harry nodded, though this time his expression was troubled as Ginny slipped her fingers against his. "I'll talk to her."

"And I'm going to find Dumbledore." Sirius said as he left the room.

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"Sis?"

Jamie was sitting alone outside the infirmary. "You coming to yell at me too?"

"No. But I'd like to know what's going on. Where's Draco?"

"Madam Pomfrey sent him to find Uncle Severus. I just wanted to talk to him, Harry."

Harry sat beside her; Ginny remained standing. "Okay. I wish you'd talked to me first."

Jamie sighed. "I guess maybe I should have. But... after seeing that..."

"You mean the Pensieve?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah. When she talked about the three of them... I... I don't really know how to describe it. Her voice... it... echoed."

"I felt that too," said Ginny..

Harry sat that aside for the moment. "How did you end up back here?"

"After Sirius came, Uncle Remus thought he'd had a heart attack," Jamie replied. "He and Draco brought him here."

"Did... did you find out what you were looking for?" Ginny asked softly.

Jamie shook her head. "No... I think I was close, and then Sirius came. He was pretty pissed."

Harry wondered for a moment if she'd meant angry or drunk; though from the brief moment he had seen his godfather, both might come closest. "He was pretty unhappy. He said he was going to look for Professor Dumbledore."

"Was I wrong, Harry?" Jamie asked.

Ginny answered first. "I don't think so."

"No," Harry finally said. "I'm still not sure what to make of it, all of it. I'm hoping Hermione and the professors could make out something out of what they left.... This...."

"I... I don't think what I wanted is about... all that," Jamie said. "But I don't want Sirius mad at me. And he knows something, too. And now I'm afraid I'll never find out."

"Do you think Remus knows something," Harry finally asked.

"I... I don't know," Jamie replied. "Do you think he'd talk to us?"

"Might have a better chance with him than Sirius right now," Ginny said. "Sirius still feels responsible for what happened to your parents."

"If it wasn't about that... what did you want to find out?" Harry asked.

"I should like to know that as well, mon petit chou," Perenelle as she joined them.

Jamie slid closer to Harry. "I... I wanted to know why... why he did what he did."

Perenelle asked. "And you think this important?"

Perenelle raised an eyebrow as both Jamie and Ginny nodded.

"Harry?" she asked.

"I... I'm not sure," he replied absently; why had Jamie backed away from Madam Flamel?

Jamie held out her hand, unasked. Harry noticed that Perenelle seemed to hesitate to take it. Several minutes passed before Perenelle released Jamie's hand, then turned to Ginny. "May I, Ginny?"

Ginny extended her hand, and again, minutes past before Perenelle slowly nodded, released her hand, and then stepped back, looking between the two girls.

Jamie started to ask a question as Draco and Snape arrived. Snape continued into the infirmary as Perenelle said, "For now, Jamie, allow me to ascertain Pettigrew's condition. We shall speak further soon, perhaps this evening."

Jamie nodded reluctantly. "Okay."

"Draco, would you join Ron and Chris in the Defense classroom? I believe they would make good use of your assistance."

Draco exchanged a look with Jamie then nodded as he headed toward the stairs. Perenelle turned to Harry. "And if you would, Harry, would you and Ginny work with Jamie on her defense? In the Room of Requirement?"

"We will," Harry said; Perenelle turned and entered the infirmary. "Shall we? Think you can find the way, Jamie?"

"Uh... I'll try."

As Jamie took the lead, Harry brushed two fingers against Ginny's. "Did you see the look on Madam Flamel's face when Jamie held out her hand?"

"Yeah. She didn't look real happy."

"What was she looking for?"

"I'm not sure. I kept seeing your Mum in the Pensieve, over and over. And now... I think our job is to distract Jamie."

"That's what I thought too, especially when she sent Draco off separately."

"Ginny... you said you felt whatever Jamie did, too..."

"Yeah... it's hard to put into words... it was one of the things your mom said. Her voice changed, sort of. Here..."

Several moments later, "I didn't... hear... that. What do you think it means?"

"I'm not sure, Harry. And Jamie said Sirius knew something, too."

"Do you think it's important? Maybe more than what my parents left?"

"I don't know. I... I think it's important, but... I just don't know. Did you hear what Sirius whispered to Remus? Right after?"

"No."

"Sirius thought your parents may have left a message with him, too."

"Remus?"

"Yeah."

"Could that mean...they left one with Wormtail, too?"

"Maybe... though I think it's more.

"I'm going to have to talk to him, then, too. And Sirius and Remus."

"How about Madam Flamel?"

"Her, too. I wish I knew what to make of all this..."

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"If he is controlled in some fashion, or under the influence of some spell or potion, I can find no trace of it," Madam Pomfrey said firmly. "I have performed each test twice; once alone would have been sufficient to be taken under seal."

"Do I understand that he presented no threat to Miss Potter?" Dumbledore asked.

"None," Perenelle said. "Indeed, he appeared to be frightened of her."

"Her, or Sirius?" Dumbledore asked.

"Frightened of her," Perenelle said thoughtfully, "but terrified of Sirius... though for rather different reasons."

"But something agitated Sirius as we viewed..." Cassandra observed. "Did he seek out Pettigrew himself? Or did he follow Jamie?"

"I do not think he followed Jamie," Dumbledore said. "From what I gathered from Remus, he felt there to be some threat to Harry after listening to Lily's message. It was his intent to... eliminate... that threat."

"He came quite close to succeeding," Madam Pomfrey said. "Can you be sure that he will not return here, seeking to complete what he had started?"

"Remus, at least for the moment, appears to have him in hand," Dumbledore said. "And I shall speak to him shortly."

"And tell him what?" Cassandra asked. "That you feel Pettigrew still has some role to play? That is, indeed, what he fears."

"I shall find... something," Dumbledore said. "But what of our young friends?"

"Hermione is fully engaged with the materials James and Lily left," Perenelle said. "Earlier, I asked Ron to assist Chris, and then sent Draco to join them. I also tasked Harry and Ginny to practice defense with Jamie."

Dumbledore nodded. "Then I should see to Sirius."

"And we should return to Hermione," Cassandra said. Leaving Madam Pomfrey, the three professors exited the infirmary. Their paths separated as Dumbledore went towards Gryffindor tower and they continued on toward the library.

"You sought to remove Jamie's willing helper, and to attempt to distract her?" Cassandra asked.

"Indeed. I needed both time to think, and to seek your council," Perenelle said. "What do we do now?"

"I am... uncertain. From what you shared, Ginny seemingly perceived what Jamie did in the Pensieve... but was otherwise unaffected. I would have much preferred for Harry not to have become involved, at least at this point."

"Unfortunately, Sirius found him first. He has far too much weighing upon him."

"And under the circumstances... how do we proceed with Ginny and Jamie?"

"Indeed. Ginny's foremost concern is Harry, as it should be."

"Are you confident that things shall unfold as we hope?" Cassandra asked.

"No. Indeed, I fear that we interfere too much, and again, not enough. In this case, it would have perhaps been better had we started with Ginny and Jamie..."

"But now... now you fear it would make things worse."

"Perhaps. It could certainly prove a distraction."

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"Can you show me that again?" Jamie asked.

Harry nodded and began casting the shield again.

"Okay, let me try it." Jamie repeated the incantation and wove her wand in a complex pattern.

"Looks like you got it," Harry said as he fired a spell toward his sister. This time, her shield held.

"Finally," Jamie grinned.

"Try it with your wand in your other hand," Harry instructed.

Jamie nodded, switched her wand to her left hand, and repeated the spell.

"It's just not fair." Ginny sighed. "Switching hands is so easy for her."

"Indeed, ma chérie, Jamie has fewer bad habits to unlearn," Perenelle said as she entered the room with Sirius.

"Bad habits?" Ginny raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"The methods underlying the style in which I have instructed you are not that much more difficult than in the ways you originally learned; however, they are not... compatible. And am I correct in observing Jamie can now cast Contego?"

"And Exuro," said Jamie, smiling.

"It may be difficult indeed to place you with a class for Defense when school begins, mon petit chou. You must be careful, like Harry, not to forget yourself among your peers... suffice it to say that you need have no concerns about your skills compared to other fourth years."

"Enough that I won't be left behind next time?" Jamie challenged.

"Don't even start," Sirius growled. "I just want to know one thing. Was Draco behind you going off to find Peter?"

"No," Jamie said, placing her hands on her hips. "I had to talk him into showing me how to get there. But that's all. But why did you come?"

"Because he's a threat to you and Harry," Sirius snapped.

"He's been here all this time," Jamie pointed out. "Why now?" Harry had started to interrupt her, but a quick shake of Perenelle's head stopped him.

"Because of that damned message Lily left," Sirius finally muttered. "The last thing I need is Harry - or you - traipsing off with that rat."

"I just wanted to talk to him," Jamie said. "But it was more than my Mom mentioning him, wasn't it?"

"I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about!"

"Sirius." Perenelle held up a palm toward Sirius. "Jamie has been truthful with you. Refuse to answer should you must, but deceit serves no good purpose."

"I missed something Sirius, that you, Ginny, and Jamie all picked up on. I want to know what's going on, too. What are you afraid of, that Mum and Dad left a message with Wormtail?" Harry demanded.

"Maybe... no... I mean..." Sirius glared at Perenelle. :"I let you talk me into coming here to get the kids so Jamie could finish this..." He sighed. "Harry, I think they may have left messages both with Lupin and Peter. I don't know what, maybe it was the same thing, maybe not."

"What could be the harm in that?" Harry asked. "Is that what you're worried about?"

"No!"

"Then what. Ginny showed me what she heard; I was totally unaware of it," said Harry. "If you know what it means, I want to know."

"It was what she said," Sirius said and sighed again. "Harry, sometimes your Mum could be downright spooky. Knowing stuff she had no business knowing. Sometimes popping up at the wrong place and time with a smug smile. Other times about the war, stuff that would happen. Any time she talked about her heart of hearts, it was that spooky stuff. And I don't want you - either of you - involved with Peter in any way."

"All I wanted to ask him was why," Jamie said defiantly. "Why he decided to tell all of you about me."

"That's easy enough," Sirius said. "He wanted to save his worthless hide."

"I think there's more," Jamie said softly.

"In any event," Perenelle said as she looked at Sirius, "we had agreed with Brian earlier that Jamie be allowed to finish her conversation, as long as Sirius was present, and following that, see where we stand."

"Now?" Jamie asked.

Perenelle nodded. "I believe it would be best if you approached him alone, with the rest of us nearby but out of his sight; perhaps behind a screen. His condition has been stabilized, but it would be best to avoid further excitement. He has also been given a calming draught."

"Let's get this over," Sirius growled as he led the way toward the door.

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"Hi," Jamie said, standing beside the cast iron bed containing Peter Pettigrew. He certainly looked better off than he had in the dungeon room; he had been cleaned up, shaved, and was wearing a crisp pair of the hospital pajamas.

Pettigrew's eyes opened, focused and he groaned. "You again. Can't you let a poor body be?"

"I really want to know, Peter. Will you please tell me?"

"Is Sirius here," Peter asked suddenly, looking around the room.

"He's nearby, but he said I could to talk to you. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

Pettigrew signed. "What is it you want to know, girl?"

"Why you did, what you did, about me."

"Your Mum... she was a real looker, prettiest and smartest witch at Hogwarts, most of 'em said. She wasn't a wild one like us, me, Remus, Sirius, and your dad, but she was really something, especially our last year. But after the war started... sometimes she'd get really strange... she'd say stuff about what her son or daughter would do.

"I never put much cotton to that rot... at least until I was in so far in over my head... the Dark Lord said he wouldn't hurt them... I didn't mean..."

"I know," Jamie interrupted. "But what changed."

"I... I tried to forget about all that stuff she said... even though the Dark Lord seemed believed it about your brother... I wanted to think that old fraud Trelawney had caused it all. After all, Harry didn't have a sister..."

"So... when you found out about me?" Jamie pressed.

"I knew it was all true, all of it."

"What was, Peter?"

"That what Trelawney said were true, that if Harry didn't defeat Him, that everything would be... be..." Pettigrew shuttered and paused for a moment. "And... and what she told me that day, the day I became the secret keeper... that without you, that... that... another Dark Lord... would eventually rise, and become... even more terrible than... than Him. There, now you know all of it, girl. Leave me be."

"Just one more thing... did my Mom or Dad leave any sort of message with you?"

Pettigrew looked surprised at the question, but shook his head. "Go! Just leave me alone."

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"Do you remember Lils talking about Jamie?" Sirius said as he launched another glass toward the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

"Only a couple remarks, nothing serious, stuff like she wanted Harry to have a sister." Lupin hurled his glass, adding to the growing pile of shards on the floor. "Nothing like what Peter claimed."

"Why would she even talk with him about stuff like that?"

"I don't know; maybe because he was there. I didn't see much of them those last few months."

"If I'd only remained the secret keeper..."

"I know, Paddy, I know. Are you still convinced James left a message with me?"

Sirius nodded. "And I thought with Peter... even though Jamie questioned him directly."

"He wouldn't remember without the trigger. I still have no recollection of what you described."

"All three of us were there."

"No doubt we'll know in good time," Lupin said. "Perhaps when Harry turns seventeen."

"That's what Perenelle said. I asked her to do that... whatever it is she does... on Peter."

"She refused?"

"Not outright. Said she would give it due consideration, but I should fear not, that things were unfolding as she should. Then somehow she got my oath to leave Peter to her." Another glass crashed against the fireplace.

"Was Jamie satisfied?"

"Who knows? She's as bad... maybe worse... than Harry. I can tell you one thing, though. If she's going to be in one of your classes, you better watch her when she duels. She's started doing that weird two handed stuff, too."

Lupin nodded. "I've seen." Another glass flew across the room.

"There you two are. Get your butts down to the Great Hall, there's trouble," Chris ordered as her head appeared in the fireplace. "Move it!"

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Ginny settled on the sofa by Harry in the tower sitting room. "Alright, Harry?"

"Yeah... just trying to think."

"I talked to Hermione; she said that it would take a few days, at least, to go through it all. That she was spending a lot of time in that secret room below the library to try and figure out some of the stuff in there. The Flamels and Dumbledore's were there with her."

"Dumbledore's... that's going to take some getting used to."

"Ron and Draco came in while I was there; they were both awfully smug about something. Ron stayed there to fetch for Hermione; Draco and Jamie took a table and were going to do some potions then go practice dueling."

Harry grinned for a moment. "I hope Ron's gotten around to helping him with his shield."

Ginny nodded. "And Sirius and Remus have several bottles of Firewhiskey and are breaking glasses in the common room. And I'm here with you."

"And I'm... doing nothing. I'm not sure what I should be doing."

"You're doing what you should be doing. You're letting Hermione and the professors do their job, and you're letting me take care of you. Even you can't be on the go all the time. A lot's happened today. It takes time to sort it."

"And Jamie..."

Ginny nodded understandingly. "She seems... satisfied. She wouldn't talk to me much about it."

"But you heard the same thing she did."

"I know. But it didn't mean anything to me...."

"What do you think? Should I worry?"

"For now... it doesn't change anything about Voldemort," and seeing his expression, Ginny added, "And Hermione has to have time. You need to eat. I'm going to have Dobby bring up something from..."

"Harry, something's happening in Godric's Hollow," Ron's voice burst through Harry's communicator. "Get down to the Great Hall now! Is Ginny with you?"

"Yes! We're on our way."

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