The Legend of the Serpent's Tongue

Legend of the Serpent's Tongue

Chapter 30

New Beginnings

Harry could vaguely hear a bell ringing and soft voices through the blanket of darkness. She woke slowly not wanting to give up the warmth and security that enveloped her. Yet as she came to consciousness, her instincts told her she was not alone. She sensed a nearby presence. The bell in the background was tolling the mournful note of a funeral dirge. Keeping her eyes closed Harry realized she could hear Madam Pomfrey talking to someone. She struggled to listen to the hushed voices.

"Are you certain she is not up to attending the funeral? It may help. She's barely said a word for the past three days," a soft male voice remarked worriedly. Harry struggled to identify the speaker but his tone was too low.

"No she's still in shock. It would be best if we give her more time. Harry will wake up soon and that should help. The child has been through a lot. I think she will respond more once she realizes that Harry will be fine."

"We have told her this several times but she doesn't seem to believe us. She merely clings to her rabbit and sucks her thumb. Severus and I are becoming more and more concerned."

Harry listened to this and realized that it was Tiberius Snape. They had to be discussing Phaedra. Harry began to struggle back to reality but she felt so weak and tired.

"It will take time Tiberius. Phaedra has seen a major battle and witnessed the deaths of both her parents. I'm doing as much as I can. However, I think her relationship with Harry is the key. It is more than a little ironic that both their sets of parents died in a similar fashion. You said that Harry had her look at her mother before she left the battlefield?"

"Yes, was that wise?"

"Actually it was. She knew that Phaedra would need to have closure and I suspect she could feel the child's distress being an empath. Harry herself must have been having feelings of a similar nature. I understand she covered Lily and James' bodies up herself."

"She did. It took a lot for her not to start crying. I suspect she was feeling a good deal of guilt. She was not in time to help Circe then had to do that spell regardless of her own personal feelings. It also must have grieved her to see Black and Lupin. They were crying. She knew it was right but I believe she did not want to do it."

"If you had the chance to restore something you always craved would you want to have to be the one to put it back even if it was the right thing to do?"

"I honestly do not know, Poppy," Tiberius sighed. "I need to go. I hope Harry is not too upset that she did not get to the funerals today. We tried to delay them but Albus felt it would be best to go ahead."

"He's right. I'm sure Harry will understand. You go on ahead. I'll be fine here with Phaedra and will send word if Harry wakes."

"Very well I shall inform the others."

Harry heard the soft click of the door. All the funerals were today. Phaedra was in a bad way. 'Open your eyes,' she berated herself. 'It will do you no good to hide. You need to be there and so does Phaedra.' She could feel Poppy beside her taking her pulse.

"Poppy," she croaked allowing her eyes to open. The room was out of focus and her throat was dry.

"Welcome back Harry. How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey questioned gently placing Harry's glasses on her face.

"Tired," she replied weakly.

"At least you didn't try and tell me you were fine," the nurse snorted good-naturedly.

"I heard you talking but couldn't get my eyes open. Where is Phaedra?"

"She is over there. Right now she's asleep."

"Oh. I was hoping she would be able to talk to me."

"She has been having a hard time. The little lamb has had a severe shock and it will take time for her to recover."

"She was very brave." Harry smiled sadly.

"So I have been told. She is having a difficult time accepting that her parents are gone though. Children don't fully understand the concept of death."

"Tell me about it." Harry frowned.

"Miss Harry?" Phaedra's voice came from across the room. Harry turned her head towards it. Phaedra was sitting up on one of the beds. She was fully dressed in mourning clothes clutching her stuffed rabbit.

"I'm awake Phaedra," Harry answered pulling herself up in bed.

"Mummy and Daddy are gone," she sobbed running over to Harry and flinging herself onto the bed next to her. "I thought you were going away too. I was so scared."

"Shh...I'm not going anywhere. Miss Harry just needed time to heal. I was hurt in the fire. You knew that."

"Uncle Sev told me that your magic was pleated and you needed to sleep but you were burned and broken. I heard Miss Poppy say so..."

"Calm down baby. I was burned and I have some badly broken bones. I took a bad fall. Then I had to fight the bad wizard. It took a lot of magic to stop him. I depleted my power but it will come back."

"You won't go away like mummy and daddy?"

"No, I will be right here. Didn't I tell you that before?"

"Yes," she sniffed curling up closer to Harry.

"How are you feeling? Did you get hurt at all?"

"Only when the bad wizard had us locked up and you knew about that." Harry nodded in affirmation allowing Phaedra to continue. "The bad wizard tried to curse me. That's why my mum is gone."

"I know," Harry answered. She was aware that Phaedra had not fully acknowledged her mother was dead. She seemed afraid to say the word.

"Uncle Sev is mad at me."

"Why would he be mad? I think he is probably worried."

"He wanted me to go with him today. They are going to put my Mummy and Daddy in the ground with yours..." Phaedra started to sob uncontrollably. Harry held her tightly tears stinging her own eyes.

"That's why the bell is ringing like that honey. It's called a funeral." Harry turned towards the nurse who had been standing off to the side pretending not to listen. "Poppy are all the funerals today?"

"Yes dear," she responded lowering her eyes. "Everyone had hoped you would be well enough to attend but I didn't feel it would be wise to wake you."

"Phaedra would you like to go to the funerals? It is how we say goodbye to those we loved."

"Mummy and Daddy will be cold and alone if they put them in the ground like that."

"No baby. It is only their bodies. Your mum and dad have moved on with mine."

"Why did they leave me here?"

"They wanted you to have a life. They want you to grow up and experience all the things that life has to offer. They'll still be watching though. When the time comes you will be together again."

"How do you know?"

"All you need to do is to ask some of the castle ghosts. They were alive once too."

"How come they are still here then?"

"I think they weren't ready to go on yet. Each has a different reason. Some have things they felt still needed to be done. Others were afraid but they will tell you that your parents are happy."

"How do you know?"

"Would you like to ask them?"

"Could we?"

"Poppy are any of the ghosts around? I know that they usually don't like to talk to us during these times but maybe they would be willing to talk to Phaedra a bit."

"I'm not sure, Harry, but I will try and find out."

Poppy left the ward and Harry sat holding onto the little girl. She found that holding Phaedra was a comfort for her too. Inside she agreed with Phaedra and didn't want to go to her parents funeral. She was warring with herself knowing that it was the right thing to do. They should go even though it would hurt. She knew her protectors would be there along with other staff and friends. While she mulled this over the Bloody Baron's transparent form swooped in through the door over to the bed. He looked down at the two girls with a forlorn expression.

"Hello Harry. I understand that you would like someone to talk with Phaedra?"

"Thank you for coming Baron. I know the ghosts don't like to answer questions but I think anything you can tell her would help. She is scared and confused."

"This is often the case, even with adults, but it is the little ones that feel it the most. Fortunately they also heal the fastest," he explained solemnly. "Do you know who I am Phaedra?"

"Uncle says you are his house ghost. I heard them call you the Bloody Baron. Is that your name?"

"My former name is not important but I was a Baron. The stains you see on my clothes are from my final battle where I died, hence the nickname, Bloody Baron."

"Oh...how come you are still here? Miss Harry says my parents have gone somewhere and won't come back."

"Wizards who stay behind have different reasons. In time I too will go on," the Baron explained patiently.

"Can my mum and dad come back to see me?"

"No Child. Once you go on you do not come back."

"Why didn't they stay here as ghosts? Did they want to leave me?"

"I cannot say for certain but I think they knew you would be loved and cared for. I can tell you that they will be aware of what you do and will await the time you can join them."

"Oh...I didn't want them to go away. Where did they go?"

"Phaedra the Baron can't tell us that. Even ghosts have rules. Trust him when he tells you that they're happy and looking after you from the afterlife," Harry interceded noting the Baron's apparent discomfort with this line of questioning.

"Thank you Harry. This is quite difficult for all of us."

"I know. Nick talked to me when I thought I had lost Sirius. This is even harder for Phaedra." The Baron nodded his acquiescence.

"How come you can't tell me? Why do ghosts have rules too?" Phaedra demanded growing frustrated.

"If we didn't have rules then you would spend all of your time anticipating the afterlife and never experiencing the joys of the present life. I will tell you that I am here because I felt the need to stay and finish what I started. Once I feel I have done so I too will go on."

"Do you miss your family? Are they waiting for you too?"

"Yes. However, I believe they understand my reasons for staying here. That is all I am permitted to tell you. I hope it will help."

"Wait! What about Miss Harry's parents are they with mine?"

"I should think so. They had much in common. I understand they both sacrificed themselves for their children."

"They did," Harry answered for them both. The Baron simply nodded and glided out the way he had come. A few minutes later Madam Pomfrey returned.

"I'm sorry I took so long. After I found the Baron I went downstairs to give my condolences before the funeral procession begins."

"Have they left yet?" Harry inquired.

"They will be leaving shortly. People are still giving their final eulogies."

"Phaedra would you like to go?"

"Are you going to go? Will I have to do anything?" she asked putting her thumb back into her mouth.

"I think we should. If you don't want to say anything you don't have to."

"Will you stay with me?"

"We'll stay with each other. I have to put something into my parent's caskets."

"What?"

"I want to give my dad the wand I got at graduation and I want to give my mum a picture of me in my pink robes. My friend Colin took it at the Yule ball."

"Could I give my mum and dad something too? I only have one thing."

"They could share. I think your dad's casket is probably closed because of the fire."

"What does that mean?"

"They leave them open till the end of the eulogies so you can look at them one more time unless the body is too badly damaged. I think maybe your dad's may have been burned with the house."

"It didn't hurt him did it?"

"No. He was already gone and waiting for your mum," Harry comforted.

"Then I'll go so long as you stay with me."

"Maybe I need you to stay with me too."

"Harry I think it would be wiser for you to rest," Poppy's stern voice interrupted.

"Madam Pomfrey I promise to rest after the funeral. I need to do this as much as Phaedra. I missed the original funeral being too young and having been placed with my Aunt. I need to go on too."

"I understand but I want you to use a cane. That leg was a frightful mess and your burns are not yet fully healed. Fortunately your face wasn't too badly affected and there will be no scars." Poppy looked at Harry oddly but Harry shrugged it off to her imagination. "I will help you dress."

"Thanks." Harry dressed as quickly as possible and Poppy brought her a cane. Harry still had the wand from the battle made from the antlers and Poppy summoned the picture for her. Harry was told she was not to attempt any magic as she was still too weak. The nurse was getting ready to walk Harry down to the Great Hall when Fawkes suddenly appeared. "Looks, like we are going to get a ride." Harry smiled. "Come on Phaedra. Hold onto me tightly and Fawkes will get us downstairs." The little girl grabbed onto Harry's waist while Harry took hold of the Phoenix's tail. They disappeared in a flash of flames appearing just outside of the doors to the Great Hall.

Harry quietly pushed the doors open a crack and peered inside. She could see Severus, Sirius, and Remus standing up front. Sirius had just finished his eulogy. She could tell he and Remus had both been crying. Severus was doing his best not to but his dark eyes were wet, features etched in pain. A wave of intense emotional sorrow hit Harry like a brick. She had to take a deep breath struggling to keep her empathic powers under control. She looked up to see Albus watching her from behind the podium. The room was packed with mourners and a number of the media. She took a deep breath and pushed open the doors. All heads looked up and the press was almost on top of her as they immediately began to take pictures. She held onto Phaedra's hand tightly as Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall.

"I need not remind you all that this is a funeral. If the members of the press cannot control themselves they will be escorted from the premises."

"Thank you, Albus," Harry responded with a weak smile. "Are you okay, Phaedra?" she whispered.

"I'm scared."

"Me too. Come on." Harry limped forward with her cane, head held high, as she held onto Phaedra's hand. The little girl was doing her best to emulate her proud attitude. The four caskets were lined up side by side. Justinian's was closed as she had expected. The three men waited patiently for her to approach. As they walked Harry could hear people whispering their names. She frowned when she passed by Rita Skeeter. As she approached the front of the hall, Ron got up and offered her his arm. He had seen the pain on her face and the limp had grown markedly worse as she tried to walk. Tiberius also stepped forward to take Phaedra's hand staying behind Harry. Once they had reached the front Sirius, Remus, and Severus took over. They approached the caskets. Harry and Phaedra stepped up to Justinian's first. Harry spoke first.

"I only knew Justinian Snape for a short while but he was a good and decent man who cared about his family very much. I am proud to have known him and to call him my friend." She then looked down at Phaedra and nodded. The little girl looked thoughtful and then spoke quietly.

"Daddy please take good care of Mummy for me and when she feels sad tell her to hold onto Mr. Hoppity Hop. He will make her feel better." She then moved over to her mother's open casket and timidly placed her stuffed bunny beside her mother.

Harry followed, lips trembling, tears in her eyes. 'Oh, Merlin, don't let me lose control now," she thought desperately. Severus placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as she collected herself. She could hear Molly Weasley sobbing softly somewhere in the crowded room.

"Circe Snape was a good mother and a woman who loved her child more than life itself. I can promise her this: Phaedra will never be unloved or unhappy. I will make sure of that. Farewell Circe. I am going to miss you very much." Harry could sense Severus pain and reached up to her shoulder squeezing his hand as the girls moved over to the Potters. This time Phaedra spoke.

"Miss Lily and Mr. James I will miss you both. I will always remember how Miss Lily would play with me and how Mr. James would turn into a deer and give me rides on his back. Please tell my Mummy and Daddy not to be sad. I have Miss Harry, she has me, and everything will be all right because Miss Harry loves us all. She'll take good care of me and Mr. Sirius, Mr. Remus, and Uncle Severus and we'll all take care of her too."

Harry was visibly shaking unable to stop the tears streaming down her cheeks. Remus moved to her side to support her while Severus and Sirius moved protectively.

"Are you okay Love? Do you need to sit down for a bit?" Sirius questioned worriedly. Harry was pale and looked about ready to collapse but shook her head negatively.

"Just get us out the back way when we're done. I don't want to deal with Skeeter right now," she whispered.

"I'll take care of it," Severus interjected turning back to whisper to Dumbledore. The old wizard nodded to Harry before she turned to face front again.

She looked down at her father pulling the wand from her robes. She gently placed it in his robe pocket.

"I've wanted to give this to you for awhile now. I think you deserve it more than I ever did. I also want you to have this," to everyone's surprise she pulled a golden snitch out of her pocket placing it into his hand. "I meant to give it to you before we left but never got around to it. Hang onto it for me till we can all play again." She then leaned down and kissed her father's forehead. Finally, she stood and looked down at her mother. "I know you must know what happened by now in the fire. Everyone thinks that I stopped him but it was really you. If I hadn't heard you screaming those same words you said on that Halloween night everything might be different now. You brought me back and gave me the strength I needed to do what had to be done. I'll miss you Mum," Harry cried, placing the photo beside her mother. "Sleep well." She bent down and gently kissed her goodbye. Taking one final look around Harry noted that even Rita Skeeter was weeping silently. 'She must have a heart somewhere after all," she mused as the men led her out through the back room behind the podium and the undertakers began to seal the caskets. Once in the back room she collapsed into a chair. Phaedra climbed onto her lap and hugged her as the others took seats nearby. They sat in silence each alone with their own thoughts. Harry didn't hear Dumbledore enter and looked up in surprise at the sound of his gentle voice.

"Harry are you up to the trip to the cemetery?" His blue eyes were warm and soft.

"I'll come but I don't know how long this leg will hold up."

"I will send you with Fawkes. You and Phaedra need not follow the procession. I need to go on ahead since I will be performing the service at the graveside."

"Phaedra do you want to go to the cemetery?" Severus addressed his niece tenderly.

"I'm going with Miss Harry. If she goes I will too."

"All right. If you find you are too unhappy I want you to tell me and I will bring you back to the castle."

"Harry and the Baron said we should go but I will tell you if I want to come back."

"You spoke to the Baron?" He arched his brow in surprise.

"Phaedra had questions. I got Poppy to get one of the ghosts to answer what he could. It just happened to be the Baron. I guess he came since he's your house ghost."

"He probably felt it was his duty," Severus agreed.

"Harry," Sirius interrupted, "what did you mean when you said your mother was the one who saved us?"

"I'll explain it all later. I know you'll all want to hear what happened at the farm after I went after Voldemort. Let's just get through this first, okay Padfoot?"

"Of course, Miss Wings," he tweaked her cheek, "and I'll bet it is one hell of a tale."

"Yeah...and boy will you be surprised. I have an idea there will be another ghost somewhere in the castle lurking about." Harry gave them all a sly smirk thinking about Pettigrew.

"Ah...she just loves to keep us in suspense," Remus teased. "I have a feeling that this is going to be one of those stories that end up in Hogwarts A History."

"Somehow I am not surprised." Dumbledore's blue eyes were twinkling and Harry suspected he already knew about Peter. "Now I suggest we all get ready to leave. Harry I took the liberty of selecting the pallbearers for your parents. I hope you don't mind. Sirius will lead your father's casket and Remus your mother's. Severus and Tiberius will lead for Circe and Justinian."

"I understand. Just try to keep the reporters away from me. I know I will have to talk to them eventually but I would rather it not be today. If you have to promise Rita a private interview I'll do it so long as she doesn't write her usual crap."

"I will take care of it Child. You will also have to tell your story to the Ministry although we know most of it already."

"Good. Then I will only have to tell what happened after the others escaped the house. I would also like to know what happened with the rest of you before you arrived and I transformed."

"I am sure Remus and Sirius will fill you in," Dumbledore responded warmly. "Fawkes it is time," he said ending the discussion. The beautiful bird appeared and Harry stood with her cane. "Will they be laid to rest where they were before?"

"Yes. Circe and Justinian will be there too. Hold onto Fawkes and I will meet you shortly since I will apparate from the gates."

Harry nodded and took hold of Fawkes while Phaedra grabbed onto her as they had done earlier. They disappeared in a flash of flames and found themselves by the bench where Harry had first come to visit her parents. Phaedra shivered at the sight of the open graves and Harry did her best to comfort her. Glancing over towards the base of the tree she smiled when she saw Artemis waiting.

"Look, Phaedra, we have a friend here to meet us." She pointed out the elf.

"It's Miss Artemis!" Phaedra squealed in delight.

"The house elves sent word you would both be coming," she explained in her tinkling voice. "I am glad to see you are recovering and that Phaedra is doing better also."

"I'm glad you're here to meet us," Harry replied fondly. "My mum would be happy."

"Will you watch my mum and dad too like you do Miss Harry's?"

"Yes Little One. I shall see that their sleep remains undisturbed. You need have no fear of that."

"What if the bad wizard comes back again?"

"Don't worry; I made sure that it will never happen again Phaedra."

"Harry is right. He has been destroyed. Your parents will remain at rest for all time. It will be my pleasure to tend to their graves and watch over them for both of you." Artemis bowed gracefully. "Now I must go. The funeral procession is coming and will be here in a few minutes." She vanished as Dumbledore appeared.

"Have you seen Artemis? She told me she would be here."

"Yes, Headmaster Mr. Dumbledore, but she left just as you came."

"I am sure she is nearby. She just does not wish to be seen right now," Dumbledore replied knowingly. "Now as I said before, the ceremony will be brief, then we shall go back to the castle. I have arranged for you to have a private supper with only your Protectors, Tiberius, and the Weasley's present. The rest of the mourners will have refreshments in the Great Hall. Once your meal is done I will ask Arthur, Moody, and Kingsley to remain so you can tell us what happened."

"Thank you, Albus. This is proving to be more tiring than I thought. Do you think Poppy will let me go back to sleep in my own room tonight? I really would be more comfortable there."

"I will clear it with her Child."

"Great! That makes me feel better all ready." Harry smiled weakly. "By the way, how are you feeling? I should have asked earlier. I almost had a heart attack when I saw that Tom had disarmed you. Thank Merlin we didn't lose you too."

"I am fine. The plain fact of the matter is he got the better of me because I got my foot caught in a rabbit hole." Dumbledore blushed furiously. "I tripped and he caught me with a fast Confundus charm disarming me before I could counter. It was most embarrassing."

"You just aren't used to dueling on the frozen ground anymore." Harry hugged him. "I'm just relieved he didn't use anything worse on you." She deliberately did not mention the killing curse in front of Phaedra.

"Miss Harry," Phaedra interrupted pulling on her sleeve, "what is that in the sky?"

Harry looked up astonished. The Aurors were flying slowly in formation with the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams as the Pallbearers floated the caskets up the hill towards the cemetery.

"Umm...Headmaster? That is an Honor Guard, isn't it?"

"Yes Harry. The Aurors are here since your father and Justinian were one of their own and your father was on his house team. The Slytherin team wanted to do the same for Severus' sister since he is their coach."

"It was kind of you to arrange..."

"I didn't," he cut her off. "They all came to me."

"What is an honor guard?" Phaedra questioned.

"Just that Little One. They are paying homage to one of their own by escorting them to their final rest."

"Oh..." Phaedra nodded but she wasn't really sure she fully understood. She sensed it was a good thing though and kept quiet since Harry looked like she was going to cry.

As the procession arrived Harry could see that Sirius, Kingsley, Moody, Bill, Ron, and George were escorting her father's coffin while Remus, Fred, Arthur, Molly and Hermione followed with her mother's. Severus was escorting Circe along with McGonagall, Sprout, Hagrid and Professor Vector, who had been an old friend of Circe's and Draco. Justinian was escorted by Tiberius, Dawlish, and several other Aurors. They were followed by friends, family members, a number of students, and the ever-present reporters. Harry idly wondered if there had already been a funeral for Charlie, Tonks, and the Granger's. Dumbledore was watching and she could feel him using his Legilimency to probe her thoughts and he nodded sadly.

"They were buried yesterday," he whispered gently. "We delayed this one in the hopes you and Phaedra could be here."

"I understand. I will have to offer my condolences to the families later."

The graveside ceremony did not take long. Harry was among the last of the mourners. She somehow managed not to cry as she dropped the lily into her mother's grave. Phaedra didn't do as well and started to become quite distraught as she watched her parents caskets lowered into their final resting place. She clung to Harry and Severus looking confused and lost. As soon as the ceremony was over Severus apparated her back to school. Harry stayed briefly to be with Sirius and Remus.

"They're not really gone you know," Sirius said as he held her tightly with Remus.

"I know but I feel miserable anyway."

"We do too Princess. I am glad that you got to spend some time with them though."

"Moony is right. You didn't remember them before. At least now you know what they were really like. The good and the bad," Sirius remarked wiping away a stray tear from her face.

"Yeah..." her voice trailed off. "Let's go home. I think its time we all started living in the present. We can't bring them back but somehow I think they know that we'll be able to go on and remember them now."

"We'll see them again you know, Princess."

"Why do you think I gave my dad that snitch," she laughed sadly. "It should keep him busy till I get there to get it back."

"I can just see him now. Throwing it up into the air and catching it with Lily frowning in the background." Sirius lips quirked into a small smile.

"Sirius I'm sorry about not being there for your cousin Tonks funeral. Is your grandmother doing okay and what about her parents?"

"My cousin and her husband are coping. They are proud that she died defending others against Voldemort. My grandmother is too. She has seen her fair share of deaths within the Black family over the years..." his voice trailed off bitterly.

"They're here today, Princess, if you would like a word with them."

"I will speak to them as soon as we get back," Harry remarked sorrowfully. Um...I...uh..."she stammered as they walked down the path together.

"Harry are you all right?" Sirius questioned as she slowed down.

"I can't walk that far and I'm not able to apparate back to the castle right now." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having to ask for help. Her leg was throbbing painfully with every step she took.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Sirius admonished. "Moony I think a little ride would be in order to lighten up all our moods."

"Brilliant idea, Padfoot," he agreed drawing his wand. "It may take a bit longer than if we apparated her but I think it will be just what the doctor ordered."

"What are you two up to?" she demanded suspiciously.

Sirius gave her one of his wicked grins nodding to the werewolf.

"Wingardium Leviosa," they chimed in unison. Harry was immediately raised off the ground, floating in front of the two Marauders, while they chuckled in amusement at her startled expression. Despite her protests, they floated her back to the gates of the castle before gently lowering her back to her feet and escorting her inside.

As soon as she entered the castle, Harry sought out both the Weasleys and the Tonks families to offer her condolences. She sincerely regretted the losses from both families. She would especially miss Nymphadora and her ability to make them all laugh with her Metamorphagus changes. Charlie had been like a brother to her and Molly hugged her tightly. Molly and Arthur had never expected to come through the war unscathed and did their best to reassure Harry that it could have been a lot worse. Harry then took Hermione aside. She knew her friend was keeping up a brave front over the loss of her parents.

"Harry please don't feel guilty." Hermione hugged her friend. "Molly and Arthur have been wonderful through all of this. Even though they are struggling with the loss of Charlie. We suffered through the war and now it is time to go on. If it weren't for you none of us would be here today. We all know that. Ron never doubted that you would defeat Voldemort even in our darkest hours. If anything I should be apologizing to you. I know how much I hurt you but I was just so afraid. If I hadn't been so stubborn..."

"Now who's feeling guilty?" Harry questioned. "Albus says things happen for a reason. Maybe this was all meant to be but I still can't help but wonder. I love you and Ron, Mione, and if I could ease your pain right now I would."

"As usual, Harry, you are worried about everyone else. You have your own grief to deal with and yet here you are trying to console the others and me. That's one of the reasons you're so powerful, Harry. You care...you give us all hope."

"You're all my family. How could I not care how you feel?"

"That's just the point. You put everyone else before yourself. Over the years I've seen you face things that would have killed us all and still you go on. Don't ever change Harry. You help us all to make the world a better place," Hermione sobbed throwing herself into Harry's arms. "I love you like a sister. Besides, who else would ever put up with me and Ron like you do?" She smiled sadly wiping the tears from her face. "Now you should go and greet the rest of the mourners. I also think your Protectors could use a little boost too," she said matter-of-factly.

"That's the Hermione I'm used to, ever practical," Harry chuckled. "I really don't know what I ever would have done without your brains and Ron's loyalty all these years. We're a team you know." Harry winked.

"If I ever forget that again you have my heartfelt permission to hex me!" Hermione stated emphatically shoving Harry towards the rest of the gathering.

Harry formally thanked the pallbearers and other people who had attended the funerals. Rita Skeeter kept her distance allowing Harry a bit of privacy although she knew it was merely a formality. Albus had promised Rita an exclusive interview provided she print an accurate story without all the innuendo. It had been scheduled two days hence. The Headmaster and the Protectors would all be present. Rita had also requested that Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco be there too. They felt it was their duty to see that Rita did not stray into her usual forms of yellow journalism. Finally, Harry quietly disappeared into the private supper that Albus had arranged.

Molly Weasley took it upon herself to mother both Harry and Phaedra. For once in her life Harry was glad. Not only did she need that extra bit of comfort but she knew that Phaedra did as well. She also suspected that Molly drew comfort from them too. The death of Charlie had been more than a little painful for all of the Weasleys. Harry knew that Molly, while taking the loss bravely, was hurting more than the rest.

Sirius and Remus were sitting nearby recalling old times with each other. Interestingly enough they had included Severus. It pleased Harry that they were all able to discuss their Hogwarts years as adults. The Marauders had often bullied Severus. However, Remus had been right. Severus had given as good as he got. It amused her when Remus reminded Sirius of an incident where Severus had cursed James' broom to fly backwards during a Quidditch match against Slytherin. Then there was the time he had somehow added extra rat-tails to Sirius hair-raising potion causing him to grow hair all over his body sticking out at odd angles.

"I guess the war finally made them realize what idiots they all were," Ron whispered nodding at the Protectors.

"That and having to deal with me having to come to terms with my past, present, and now the future," Harry remarked. "I'm just glad that they're finally becoming real friends."

"Harry what do you mean by dealing with your future?" Hermione queried. "Voldemort is destroyed and now you can have a life without the worry and fear of the damned prophecy hanging over your head."

"I still have to deal with the Protectorship, Hermione. You know it lasts for life unless I feel it should be dissolved."

"Yes I know but we still haven't had time to look at those books on Wizarding Law. I can't believe that Dumbledore withheld any kind of information from you."

"Actually, Hermione, I did look at the books. I needed to distract myself for a while when you were being held captive. I was so worried about all of you that I made myself do something to occupy the time till we could get our plans in motion."

"So..." Ron said slowly, "you've learned about the other rites?"

"You knew?" Harry asked studying the red head carefully.

"It was explained to me when I became Keeper of the Goblet. I was sworn to secrecy, Harry, or I would have told you. I really felt bad that you weren't told."

"What wasn't she told, Ron?" Hermione demanded.

"It would be better if Harry told you herself," Ron answered shame faced. "Harry you have to understand they were only trying to keep you safe."

"That part of it I understand. I'm not exactly happy with the rest. I should have been told about the specific legalities of this situation."

"Harry please tell me what is going on," Hermione begged brown eyes serious.

"Hermione the books are over on my desk. I have the pages marked so you can take them back to your room tonight and read them. Maybe you can find some kind of alternative solution for me."

"Child is something wrong?" Dumbledore's voice came from over her shoulder.

"Oh nothing much, Headmaster. I have been reviewing the laws regarding my Protectorship. It seems there was a bit of a loop hole that you omitted when we went over whether I should accept the rites."

"Ah...I see you were able to get copies of the books I took from the library."

"It is nice of you to admit your guilt," Harry sneered. "I will assume that the reason Sirius was not altogether happy with this is because of the possibility that I would have to follow through with the rest of the rites?"

"We had hoped that would not happen, but yes, he was rather dismayed. However, we should not be discussing this now."

"I agree. I need time to think. Apparently, my parents were aware of what it entailed. At least my dad was. My mum found it a bit distressing but tried to keep an open mind."

"I understand. It is a custom that has not been done for a long time and only used in extreme circumstances. She was Muggle born so it had to be upsetting for her. Your father being a Pureblood would understand and accept the necessity," Dumbledore stated calmly.

"My dad said that whatever I decided would be fine with him. They both gave me their blessing," Harry answered keenly aware that Severus, Remus, and Sirius were watching her reactions.

"Then you should not be too upset and do what you feel is right. I do want to tell you that I had to use the second rite in order to get the Ministry Governors to approve though. They were concerned that if you defeated Voldemort...well..." Dumbledore frowned trying to find words to make Harry understand.

"They were afraid that I might become a threat too," she finished for him. "I am extremely powerful."

"Yes, Harry, but those of us who know you understand that you would never follow the path to Darkness," he said patting her on the shoulder comfortingly. "However, we should continue this discussion later as I see Molly is getting ready to leave. I think it is time you told us your story and then got some rest."

"Okay. Let me just say my goodbyes to the Weasley's. Will you and Hermione be staying Ron?"

"It would take a herd of angry centaurs to get me to go. I want to hear what happened after you left us."

"So do I," Hermione agreed but Harry couldn't help but notice her glance longingly towards the books on the desk. She just shook her head and moved off to thank the Weasleys for coming. Once again expressing her grief over their loss she hugged them all promising to keep in touch.

After the rest of the Weasley family departed Arthur, being present as Minister of Magic seated himself with Dumbledore. Moody and Kingsley were there to represent the Aurors and take down Harry's statements.

Tiberius had also planned on remaining but Phaedra was exhausted. He felt it would be to the child's benefit to get her into bed. The past few days had taken their toll and Phaedra was particularly stressed to the limit. All the adults agreed. Severus would fill Tiberius in on the details later. Unfortunately, Phaedra did not want to leave Harry. She began to sob hysterically when her uncle tried to take her back to their suite of rooms. Harry came to her rescue and promised her that she could come back down and spend the night in her room once she had taken her bath and put on her pajamas.

"Do you all promise?" she sobbed through her tears. Her eyes were wide and fearful. Harry could sense her unease at being away from her.

"I will bring you back down as soon as you're ready for bed," Tiberius replied gently rubbing the distraught child's back.

"And I will see to it that you are both provided with some of my hot chocolate to help you sleep," Dumbledore beamed comfortingly.

"Okay but will Miss Harry tell me a story?"

"I'll tell you a story all about how I first saw Padfoot and blew up my mean old Aunt Marge." Harry winked with a sly grin. "Then I will expect you to go to sleep because I'm just as tired as you are."

"I will. I promise," she answered wiping the tears from her cheeks with her hand.

"We'll be back in about an hour then," Tiberius responded with a small smile at Harry. She gave Phaedra a quick kiss on the cheek and then settled herself in a comfy chair by the fire facing the others.

"I guess I'll begin when I went upstairs since everyone told you what happened from the time we escaped the cellar and fought it out with the Deatheaters in the hallway."

"That will be fine Harry. If we have any questions about the battle in the hall we can ask you later," Kingsley confirmed taking out his notepad and quick quill.

"Well...after I made it up the stairs I encountered another Deatheater. We exchanged a few curses but he seemed pretty new so it wasn't much of a struggle. I found Voldemort in a room at the end of the hall. He'd been putting Ginny through the ringer with the Cruciatus."

"Was he aware of your presence at all?" Moody queried.

"Let's just say I was expected. He even opened the door personally." She grinned wryly. "There was a witch there too. Of course, you all know that it turned out to be Arsinoe but when I got inside her back was facing me. She had her wand on Ginny."

"Humph, that witch had us all fooled," Moody growled.

"None of you would listen when I kept saying I didn't trust her. She was just too perfect. Next time I hope you'll all let me listen to my instincts. Albus always tells me to trust them as they're usually right."

"Indeed, Child, it is unfortunate that I too was led astray by her wiles."

Harry snorted playfully at Dumbledore before she proceeded to fill them in on the subsequent battle with Arsinoe and Voldemort's attack on Ginny.

"Thank Merlin that you were there for Ginny and that Fawkes got her out in time," Arthur commented with relief.

"Ginny was very brave. You should be proud of her Arthur," Dumbledore added.

"I am Albus."

"What happened next Harry?" Sirius questioned. "I think I must have died a thousand deaths when Fawkes showed up with Ginny and she told us how you were alone facing Voldemort."

"Do I detect a few gray hairs in that thick black mane of yours?" she teased.

"More like an ulcer," he countered with a grin.

"Moony you should give him some of that chocolate you like to keep hidden in your pockets before I go on. When he hears what happened he's going to need it."

"Then I think I'll have some myself," he laughed offering his candy around politely.

"Anyway, Voldemort caught me off guard," Harry continued ruefully. "I thought we would duel like we usually did but he just gave me that evil laugh and pointed his wand at the floor. I have no idea what kind of spell he used. The floor just shifted out from under me and the house burst into flames. I would have dropped my wand if I hadn't used a sticking charm to keep it in my hand. I crashed through both floors with the fire all around me. I fell right through to the basement. I kept getting hit with flying debris and broken wood not to mention bursts of fire. That's how I got burned. Somehow I managed to land upright when I hit the cellar floor but broke my leg in the process."

"It's a miracle you didn't break your neck. That fall should have killed you," Sirius gasped shaking his head in amazement.

"It almost did. I was in shock and only half conscious with the pain. I couldn't get up and was choking on the smoke. I knew I had broken some ribs since it hurt so much to breathe. Fortunately, I was on the floor so that helped keep me away from too much smoke. I really believed I was going to die."

"Yet you still managed that transformation," Severus stated dark eyes glittering.

"Not right away. I was dizzy and ready to give up. That's when I thought I was hallucinating."

"Hallucinating? What did you think was going on?" Kingsley questioned.

"I saw someone who shouldn't have been there."

"Was it Voldemort?" Ron asked. He had been sitting listening intently, eyes wide, his mouth half open.

"No. It was someone I knew to be dead."

"Who was it Princess?"

"A ghost and unless I am mistaken he has probably decided to take up residence here at the castle." Harry looked questioningly at Dumbledore. Thee old man nodded, blue eyes twinkling.

"Who is it then?" Ron demanded.

"What did he say to you?" Sirius asked.

"I'll tell you what he said and then we'll see if you all know who it is," Harry laughed. "The ghost told me to get up. He said to listen to the sounds of the battle outside. I could hear shouts and screams but through it all I heard my mum..." Harry's voice trailed off while she collected her thoughts. "She was screaming...it was the same thing as the night Voldemort killed her...the same words that I hear when the Dementors come near...Not my Harry...he came to pay the life debt he owed me." Harry looked from Sirius to Remus as understanding dawned in both their eyes.

"It was Peter," Sirius gasped as Remus let out the breath he had been holding.

"I had to do it," an ethereal voice murmured as the shade of Peter Pettigrew slid through the wall. "I helped to cause all this misery...I owed her...I betrayed my only friends...I couldn't let it go on anymore..."

"Well Peter," Remus calmly replied as he gripped Sirius tightly to keep him from leaping towards the spirit of their former comrade, "at least in death you have been able to help right a terrible wrong."

"That's why I'm here. I can't go on...I have to make sure people know that friendship and love...it's what keeps the darkness from happening. I was too weak to understand. I must remain to tell the tale...if people forget...it will happen again. I pray that in time you will all forgive me..." He moaned sadly before passing back out through the opposite wall.

"Not in a million years will I forgive that filthy rat," Sirius growled gritting his teeth.

"Padfoot...let it go. Peter paid with his life...and now his soul. He may yet be able to redeem himself by showing the error of his ways and what better place than here at Hogwarts."

"Remus is right," Dumbledore agreed. "This was where he made his truest and most loyal friends. What better way to redeem himself than to let the students know that friendship and love will stand up in the face of darkness if you only will let it."

"Sirius, listen to them," Harry pleaded. "If it weren't for Peter we would all be dead now and Voldemort would be in control of the wizarding world. He gave me the impetus to go on. He reminded me how much I cared. Peter knew I had the power to stop Voldemort if only I believed in myself. That's what gave me the will and desire to transform. I couldn't let Voldemort win even if it meant my own death. My parents...Cedric...Tonks...Charlie, and all the others who fought in both wars; they would have died for nothing."

"Harry," Sirius said slowly, "you're asking me to forgive the man who was responsible for your parents death. Because of him you grew up alone and neglected. Moony was left to fend for himself and I was sent to prison for a crime I didn't commit."

"I know, Sirius, but we've all come through the darkness. My parents are at rest and we'll go on. What does Peter have left? He not only needs your forgiveness but he needs to be able to forgive himself. My dad would want you to at least think about it and try."

"You're right; James would tell me what a stupid prat I am. He would want me to remember what Peter was like before he gave in to his fears. We always did protect him you know."

"And now he is protecting the students from giving in to the same weakness to which he himself did. In the end he saved all our lives," Harry sighed taking Sirius hand in hers. "Anyway, you all know the rest. I did a quick healing spell on myself so I could stand and managed that transformation. I'm not even sure how I did it. All I can tell you about it is that I have never felt so powerful. It was as if every nerve in my body was pulsating with power. I rose from the fire as the house stated to collapse around me and confronted Voldemort for the last time to undo a terrible wrong. Luna and Mr. Chang were right. In fire, I found darkness but in darkness, I found light. I hope to god that I never have to use that awesome power again. I can understand why the ancient wizards kept it so secret. If Voldemort had ever gotten hold of that spell..." she shuddered.

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," Remus quoted philosophically.

They were all quiet for a few minutes each contemplating their own thoughts. It had been a long day and they were all tired. Harry was looking forward to a nice hot shower and her warm bed. Finally, Dumbledore broke the silence.

"I believe Harry needs to get some rest as we all do. Arthur do you have anything you wish to say before we all retire for the rest of the evening?"

"I do have a question for Harry. How did you restore Ron's eyesight? I thought that if he used the goblet when you weren't in trouble he would be permanently blinded."

"Ron did not voluntarily misuse the goblet. If he had my spell would have been useless. What I did might even be considered illegal. There was a bit of a dark magic involved. I combined a healing spell with the Cruciatus and Conjunctivitis curses. That's why it was painful. I knew his retinas were burned out so I had to remove the useless nerves and repair the damage. I had to replace the damaged nerves and circulation to his eyes. It only worked because Ron and I have the same blood type. I was able to transfer some of my own nerves and retinal tissue into his eyes and rebuild them. The conjunctivitis curse helped to keep his eyes moist and the swelling enabled me to get a better handle on the nerves and circulation to his eyes. The only problem was that he would be as nearsighted as I am since I had to reshape his eyes inside to configure them with mine. I don't know if any of our healers know how to do this but I think it would be worth the research."

"Fascinating," Snape responded softly, "you used the dark magic to heal. While this is not unprecedented it will still open new doors in the field of magical healing procedures."

"Aye," Moody agreed. "If that had been available when I lost my eye then they may have been able to save it."

"Now, Alastor, we all know how much you like using that magical eye of yours. If I recall correctly when you were younger it was not always used appropriately where the ladies were concerned," Dumbledore teasingly admonished his old friend blue eyes twinkling merrily.

Moody rolled his magical eye towards the back of his head with a grin as the room erupted into laughter.

"Well mate I for one am glad you gave me back my sight," Ron stated giving her a thumbs up. "Even more I'm glad you made me realize that if I had stayed blind I would always have a place in Mione's heart. Being blind shouldn't have affected our being together." He blushed furiously as he hugged his new wife giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"I guess that about sums it up Harry," Arthur Weasley smiled, "except for the awards ceremony and your interview with Skeeter which will be held in two days at the Ministry."

"Uh...Mr. Weasley, what awards ceremony?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"You really didn't think you could get away from all this without another Order of Merlin did you?" Arthur grinned. Harry just glared emitting a low growl from her throat. "If it makes you feel better, Harry, all of those involved will be receiving them too."

"Child I know you don't feel you deserve any of this. Especially in view of the circumstances. However, the world owes you a great debt. Accept it gracefully and then just move on," Dumbledore advised gently.

"Harry just think that in a few weeks all the excitement over Voldemort's destruction will blow over and you can have a nice quiet life," Hermione said with a toss of her head.

"I'm sure Harry would really love that, Hermione, but somehow I don't think it's going to happen," Ron laughed. "After all, we're talking about the famous Harry Potter. Trouble just seems to have a way of finding her. I for one can't wait for our next adventure." Harry just rolled her eyes with a grin as the room erupted into laughter.

"Let's just hope it isn't too soon," Dumbledore stated rising. "I could use a bit of a rest myself. Now I think we should all adjourn for the evening."

Everyone rose and said good night. Hermione made sure to grab the books from Harry's desk before she left. She could hear Ron moaning that she would never get to bed tonight. Harry snickered knowing that Ron was not thinking about sleeping. Sirius, Remus, and Severus had stayed behind which Harry had expected. A few minutes later, there was there a knock on the door. Tiberius had returned with Phaedra. She was clutching the teddy bear Harry had given her while at Severus town home.

"Harry are you sure you don't mind her staying the night with you?" Tiberius questioned.

"Not at all. Phaedra is always good company. Besides, somehow I have the feeling I will have other company as well." She shrugged nodding her head in the direction of the three men seated around the fire.

"Very well. I shall see you at breakfast. If you are up to it I would like to review some of the potions for the exam. February is almost over and May will be here before you know it. I understand that Dumbledore has excused you from teaching for the rest of the week."

"He gave me the week off for some additional grieving and to finish healing but I really would like to work on those potions for awhile."

"I will be free from ten until lunch if that is convenient for you?"

"Sure. It will help me to occupy my mind," Harry replied knowing he would understand that it would keep her from dwelling on the events of the past few days.

"I shall see you in the potions lab at ten. Goodnight." He nodded and swept away reminding her more than a little of his nephew.

"Miss Harry are you still going to tell me a story?" Phaedra questioned. She had climbed up onto her Uncle Severus lap.

"Just as soon as I take a nice hot shower. So go and let your uncle tuck you into my bed and drink your hot chocolate." Harry indicated the steaming mugs that had materialized on the coffee table. Dumbledore never forgot anything. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay. Come on Uncle Severus," she said climbing off his lap and tugging on his sleeve. Harry grinned as he followed her into the other room and turned on the light.

"Do we get a story too?" Sirius joked as she turned towards the bathroom.

"No. You get to participate. I am telling her all about Padfoot you know."

"Then he will just have to put in a dramatic appearance."

"Don't get him started, Princess, he will just ham it up."

"That's the idea. We could all use some fun tonight. It will help us to relax some more."

Harry disappeared into the bathroom and they could hear the shower running. Severus came to the door of the bedroom and the three men just looked at one another. A little while later the water stopped and there was a short gasp. Harry flung open the door. She was dressed in a long flannel nightgown and her hair was up in a towel. She looked at them all with a stunned expression.

"We were wondering when you would notice," Severus drawled with his proverbial sneer.

"I...Poppy helped me to dress today and did my hair. I never looked in the mirror. You all know I don't like to..."

"So what do you think?" Sirius asked softly.

"I...it's almost gone...all that's left is just the little bolt above my right eye and it's all faded and white. You can barely see it unless you really look."

"It will never disappear completely, Princess, since it's a curse scar. What is left is simply what an old scar from childhood should look like. It will merely be a simple reminder now of all you have been through."

"I...I'm free...It never really...sunk in...Till just now..." Harry's eyes filled with tears as she looked from one to the other. "It's really over...finally...finally...over." The tears spilled down onto her cheeks and she alternately sobbed and laughed for a few minutes muttering that she was free repeatedly while they all hugged her supportively.

Once she had calmed down sufficiently she retired to bed and they all had a good time telling Phaedra about Harry's first encounters with Padfoot while they enjoyed the hot chocolate Dumbledore had sent. Sirius, true to his word, hammed it up and transfigured going through all the motions. He would roll and stalk wagging his tail at the appropriate times letting out his familiar bark. Phaedra was delighted and became more relaxed but would still suck her thumb from time to time. They all knew it would take a while for the child to get over the shock of what she had witnessed. Nevertheless, she was on the road to recovery. After the story Severus insisted Phaedra take a mild potion to help her sleep and she swallowed it with a grimace.

"Yech, Uncle Sev, that tasted yucky."

"That's why I have a nice piece of chocolate for you," Remus laughed reaching into his pocket. Severus merely arched an eyebrow at the werewolf giving him a half smile.

"Yummy. Will Miss Harry get some too?"

"Maybe in a little while if she takes her potion without complaining," Severus sneered at Harry. His dark eyes glittered in amusement. "Now lie down and go to sleep." He gently tucked the blankets about her as her eyes had already begun to droop. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. As soon as Phaedra's breathing indicated she was in a deep sleep Harry turned towards her protectors.

"Now it's your turn," Severus stated handing her a small vial.

"I think we need to talk," Harry replied putting the potion on her nightstand.

"What is on your mind Love?" Sirius smirked.

"Oh...I don't know...how about the Rites of Union?" she answered sarcastically green eyes glittering.

"What about them Harry?" Severus inquired amused.

"I think we all know that the Ministry will not let me dissolve the Protectorship even if Arthur and Dumbledore try to intercede on my behalf. Not that I was going to but this sheds a new light on everything."

"Princess you have to understand that we didn't want you to find out this way."

"Originally you were only going to have a standard Protectorship but Albus was met with too much resistance. I only found out later in the day. We both felt that your safety did take precedence," Sirius explained nervously picking at the buttons on his shirt.

"I suppose I will have to take you at your word that this was what worried you when the subject of the Protectorship came up in the first place," Harry scowled at her godfather.

"Yes. Harry I never meant to put you into such an awkward situation."

"It really isn't that bad, Princess, and you do have until August to make up your mind."

"Yes, I read that the decision must be given within a specified amount of time after the danger has passed to give the protected person time to finalize any arrangements and make sure of his or her decision."

"Have you made a decision as of yet?" Severus queried. His dark eyes bored into her green ones but she was blocking his attempt to get into her mind with Legilimency.

"Of course not! I'm not even sure what I am feeling about this whole thing. It isn't every day you find out that you are married to three people with the option of either consummating the relationship or have a monogamous ceremony with one while the relationship with the others remains unchanged; unless you give them permission to wed outside the Protectorship!"

"Princess this is a very ancient magical union. We are all bound by blood now and that cannot be altered. Whatever you decide is fine with all of us. You will be in our lives no matter what. Try to look at it practically and then you will understand a little better."

"What would have happened if I had fallen in love with someone else?"

"You could then have asked one of us to step down or requested a fourth protector," Sirius replied soothingly. "Look at the bright side, at least you aren't married to Albus too," he chuckled.

"Humph, if I had been I may just have picked him for actual marriage," she retorted trying not to smile.

"How upset are you really Harry?" Severus questioned.

"I'm more upset that I wasn't told of this in the beginning and that you all kept it a secret. I suppose you have all been courting me because of it?"

"NO!" the three men chorused.

"We have been with you simply because we care and wish to be at your side. Each of our romantic involvements has been genuine," Severus related calmly.

"Severus is telling the truth Harry. We all care very much and know that no matter what you decide we will always be together one way or another," Sirius informed her.

"Knock off those puppy eyes. You know what they do to me." Harry blushed furiously as Sirius grinned back before transforming and sitting up to beg.

"In any event, Princess," Remus began ignoring Padfoot, "you have time to think about this and spend the next few months just letting us be with you and take you places without worrying."

"But if I choose one of you over the other two..."

"It won't matter!" Sirius stated changing back. "We will still love you. I do not want you to feel that you will be hurting any of us. We have already told you that this is your decision to make and agreed to abide by it."

"I hope so. This is very difficult for me. I can see why my Mum had problems with it. Having more than one spouse is only done in a very few cultures and none of those are in the Western World anymore."

"Only if you are a witch or wizard and only then in special circumstances," Severus agreed. "Perhaps you would feel better speaking of this with Albus. I believe he may know the families of the last witch and wizard that was involved in a Protectorship."

"Maybe I will. Do any of you know the outcomes of what happened?"

"Albus told me that the witch accepted the Rite of Union with two of her Protectors. The third protector was a witch also. They merely remained bonded and she gave her permission to wed later on to the wizard of her choice should she choose to do so. I think the Protectorship involving the wizard occurred when he was a small child so his was more of a guardianship at the time. He maintained the bond as an adult and married outside of the Protectorship," Sirius answered.

"Then maybe I will talk to the Headmaster and he can set up some kind of meeting with either them or their families."

"Try not to worry about this Harry. I know you will do what you feel is right for all of us," Remus comforted. "Now how about you take the sleeping potion. We'll sleep in the sitting room for tonight in case you or Phaedra need us."

"Yeah, maybe this will look different after I have time to consider all the possibilities. I do care about all of you very much and don't want to see any of you hurt."

"We understand Harry," Severus replied picking up the potion and handing it to her. "Now get some sleep. You still need to heal emotionally and physically. Worrying about this unique situation will not help any," he stated crossing his arms and giving her his best glare.

"Yes Professor Snape," she chuckled swallowing the potion with a grimace. "Now where is my chocolate?"

They all grinned and Remus dutifully passed her a piece of candy. Each kissed her goodnight and she curled up beside Phaedra. Closing her eyes she smiled to herself. Harry could almost hear Hermione's gasp when she read about the Rite of Union involving the Protectorship. Her reaction would certainly be interesting...

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