Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: *whaps down the accusers* NO they ain’t mine so
no sue! I’m just borrowin!
Warnings: AU, hinted het, slash, violence, NCS,
swearing…dark angsty sap.
Pairings: For now, only RL+SB, HP+SB+RL, and such not
Rating: PG-13
Note: This starts at the end of GoF. It will give MAJOR GoF
and OotP spoilers, so if you haven’t read it, don’t complain here! I’m taking
some liberties with certain parts, otherwise, if I don’t work on certain scenes,
I’m not messing with them!! If you didn’t read ‘Darkness of the Moon’, then you
will end up lost. Enjoy and Please review!
‘thoughts’
Harry struggled to fight back, feeling his fatigue and
sorrow gaining onto him, swallowing him as he faced off against his
arch-nemesis. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to escape from
Voldemort alive even while he dodged curse after curse before hiding behind
Voldemort’s father’s gravestone. He thought swiftly as he listened to Voldemort
taunting him, feeling dread and hopelessness well up within him once again. He
shook his head, knowing he had to pull through this. He’d done it before and,
even though his memory was of his mother and someone else saving him, he knew he
could do it…in their memory.
He rolled away from the gravestone as another curse flew at
it, ignoring the taunting laughs from the watching Deatheaters and Voldemort. He
faced Voldemort, shaking off the Imperius curse angrily before firming his
resolve and attacking at the same time as his nemesis.
“Expelliarmus!”
“Avarda Kedarva!!”
Suddenly, a bright golden light strung their wands together
and Harry found himself holding on tightly to his wand, shaking. He watched in
surprise as Voldemort did the same, eyes wide with astonishment as he too
struggled to keep his wand steady. The Deatheaters surrounding them shouted for
orders, snarling at Harry as they tried to help. They watched, as helpless as
the two combatants were, as the two floated from the ground and came to land on
a space not surrounded by gravestones.
Websilk shot out suddenly from the string connecting them,
making a golden dome that kept them locked in and the observers blocked out.
Voldemort yelled at his followers, silencing them as he watched along with
Harry, fear shimmering slightly in his red glowing eyes.
Harry faced off against Voldemort, feeling his strength
return as the golden web sang softly. He blinked suddenly, feeling something
open within him as he saw the thread splinter, then several beads of light
coalesce on the thread.
Panna lin balan a nod-ten na lin mīl
…heb-ti a no er-ind an-pān-lū.
The soft words echoed around him, caressing him familiarly
and he focused his strength, pushing back the beads that had started to cause
his wand to shake almost uncontrollably. Voldemort’s eyes widened, having heard
the words and voice as well. Suddenly, screams of agony and pain began coming
from Voldemort’s wand, as he now had to fight to hold his wand steady. A soft
gray glob fell from the tip of his wand, forming briefly into the hand that he
had given to Wormtail before vanishing.
Another glob began forming as the two fighters watched,
shocked, and it formed into a body. It stood and Harry smiled slightly at seeing
Cedric Diggory in front of him, smiling back. “Be strong, Harry. Don’t give up,”
he said soothingly, then glared over at the fearful Voldemort.
A third glob began to take shape and an old man appeared,
encouraging Harry as well while a fourth blob appeared. Hannah Brown appeared
and smiled at Harry, urging him to keep holding on. A fifth blob appeared as the
three others taunted Voldemort and cheered Harry on and Harry felt a jolt of
knowing, as if he knew who it was.
A young woman formed, her hair flowing down to her slender
waist as she stood up and smiled at Harry. He felt instant warmth of love for
her as well as knowledge and wished he knew who she was. She came over and
touched his hand, smiling in encouragement. “Hold on Harry…your mom and dad are
coming too,” she remarked, winking before glaring balefully at Voldemort.
Harry felt his heart leap at the thought as another glob
formed and another woman floated up, looking like the previous girl except her
hair was shorter and her face was a bit different. Lily smiled at her son,
nodding in approval as she whispered softly, “Just a bit longer, baby. Your
father is still coming.”
Nodding as he refocused on steadying his tiring arms, Harry
concentrated as another blob formed and became an exact older copy of Harry
himself. James smiled softly at his son, then came over as the others taunted
Voldemort, who was watching them with wide fear-filled eyes. Speaking softly,
James instructed, “We’ll disappear after you let go, but we will do our best to
distract them. When you break it, run and escape to the portkey. It will take
you back to Hogwarts.”
Harry nodded, then looked over as Cedric asked, “Harry…take
my body with you, please? Give my family something.” Harry nodded firmly, then
waited for his signal.
“Ready? Evie…you know what to do….” James ordered as he and
his wife surrounded the other woman, who nodded firmly. A soft green glow
surrounded them all suddenly and James commanded softly, “Let go, Harry! Go!”
“Now!!” Harry cried out and broke the connection. He ran
quickly as the glow sharpened suddenly and a column of energy shot up around
Voldemort. He ignored the shouts and screams of orders as he ran to Cedric’s
body. He grabbed Cedric and looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened in shock
as the column of energy suddenly pulsed with green and gold light, then flared
out. Instinctively, his hand reached out and touched something.
And then…darkness.
*~~**~~*
Pain mingled in her mind, pushing back the darkness as she
came back to consciousness. Not opening her eyes for she knew that there would
be nothing to see, she wondered how much time had passed this time. She tilted
her head, listening to the soft encouraging voices that had urged her to push
forward and come back. To save Harry.
She slumped in her chains, feeling her body ache and quiver
with pain as she moved to get a more comfortable position. She’d lost count all
of the beatings, the rapes, the taunts and jeers from her captors since she had
come back to this existence in that cold cemetery so many weeks ago. She knew
that, once Voldemort could get the potion that would reverse her sterility from
her being a werewolf, he would stop at nothing to making her bear his heir.
But she wouldn’t give up. She knew that her time would come
and she would escape. But escape to who? Who would she find? Was anyone that she
had known and loved still alive? These questions tormented her almost as much as
the torture she forced herself to live through. But she had to. She stayed
strong in the hopes that she could escape and then find her godson and protect
him.
She stiffened as she heard footsteps and knew her peace was
going to be disturbed once again. She firmed her resolve and sent out a silent
prayer to Lily and James to guide help to her. She felt a tear trail down her
cheek as she whispered a soft plea, “Remus…help me.”
*~~**~~*
Harry frowned softly as he poked at his dinner. He’d just
gotten to Grimmauld Place the other day and was having mixed feelings. He still
felt resentful that he’d been basically cooped up and shut out of what had been
going on, but he was also very glad to see his two best friends and Sirius. But
he found himself thinking about that day in the cemetery over and over again,
the unknown woman’s face sticking in his mind. He wished he could remember her
name that his father had said, but for some reason, he kept drawing a blank.
“Harry? Something wrong?” Ron’s voice interrupted Harry’s
thoughts as the redhead peered at him in slight worry.
“Nah, it’s nothing, Ron. I…just keep thinking about that
day. Or…actually about this one girl that helped me,” Harry replied, trying to
smile at them reassuringly. He sighed softly as he saw the concerned looks
exchanged between Hermione and Ron, then rolled his eyes. “I’m not losing it,
guys. There was this other woman that looked like my mom. It felt like I knew
her, but I don’t know her name and was just trying to remember,” he explained as
he poked them both.
“Her name was Evie.” Remus’ voice startled them and they
looked over in surprise at the older man. His head was bowed as he stared at his
own dinner, as the others became quiet once he had spoken.
“Remus…you don’t have to talk about it,” Mrs. Weasely
commented soothingly as she patted his hand, looking both worried and sad.
“It’s ok, Molly. He needs to know her. And from the sounds
of it, she was protecting him again,” Remus murmured, trying to smile through
his tears.
“You…knew her, Remus?” Harry asked softly, surprised at the
tears as much as the other younger people.
“Aye. I knew her…very very well,” Remus breathed out,
sniffling as he wiped his face. He sat back and looked over at Harry. “She was
your godmother, Harry…and my wife,” he stated with a slight smile as Harry, Ron,
and Hermione gasped in shock.
“W-wife?! But werewolves can’t…” Ron gulped and looked down
as Molly glared at him.
“Oh I remember her! She was so nice too!” George exclaimed,
snapping his fingers as he remembered her. Fred nodded enthusiastically as Remus
smiled at him.
“It was always a hit whenever mom or dad would say, ‘We’re
going to the Lupins! Pack up!’ We loved going over there all the time,” Bill
added, grinning as Remus chuckled softly.
“Yes, Evie always did love you kids. She didn’t mind
quitting her job so she could baby-sit all you kids,” Remus responded with a
soft sigh of remembrance.
“How did you two meet?” Hermione asked in curiosity as they
all settled in to listen to this story, eyes wide with fascination.
“We met when I was in third year. It was…kind of a
happenstance thing,” Remus started, smirking as Sirius snorted and laughed in
amusement.
“Happenstance my arse, you devil!” Sirius retorted with a
wide grin at his friend.
“So it wasn’t?” Ron asked in confusion, then scratched his
head as both older men laughed.
“No, it was…sorta. Our old Divination’s Prof. foretold it
one day after most of the wizarding world had heard a cry for help…through
magic. She and I…ran into each other…” Remus glared at Sirius as his friend put
his head down, laughing softly before continuing, “Ahem. Ran into each other on
the full moon in the Forbidden Forest.”
“In the Forbidden Forest?!” Ron squeaked out, then looked
confused as Sirius proceeded to laugh even harder while Remus, surprisingly,
blushed brightly.
“Yes, in the forest. She was a werewolf as well. Born into
it,” Remus answered, looking flustered before he grabbed a roll and threw it at
Sirius, earning some laughs.
“Oooo! I never heard this part!” George exclaimed excitedly
as he leaned forward, then yelped as his mother hit him on the head.
Remus rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “Anyways, we
met there and, since werewolves mate for life, stayed together,” he continued,
sighing slightly as he skipped a bunch of stuff from the past with that summary.
“Oh how sweet!” Hermione sighed out, then glared at Ron and
Harry as they snickered in amusement, mock gagging.
Harry calmed a bit after a judicious swat from Hermione and
asked, “So what was she like?” He leaned forward eagerly, wanting to know more
about her.
Remus’ eyes softened as he remembered, smiling gently. “She
had long golden hair and green eyes. Much like yours and Lily’s, Harry. She was
sweet, gentle, very smart, and also very powerful,” he said, eyes shining with
memories.
“She also made the best cookies!” Bill added, grinning as
Sirius and Remus both laughed along with Molly’s squeak of indignation.
“You said she was born as a werewolf? Who were her
parents?” Hermione asked after the males had settled down.
“We never found out. But we just basically adopted her into
our group and Lily adopted her as her sister. That’s how close those two were,”
Sirius answered, smiling as he winked at Harry. “Dumbledore actually thinks she
might have been an emergence.”
“That’s poppycock, Sirius and you know it!” Molly
interrupted, glaring at the black haired man.
“What does it mean?” Ron asked, their curiosity piqued even
more now.
“An emergence is someone born from magic, not from people.
They would have every and any kind of magic, known and unknown to wizards and
witches,” Remus replied after patting Molly’s arm soothingly. “She did indeed
have great potential and Orion said that she may have been an emergence.”
“Who’s Orion?” Fred asked as he leaned his chin on his
hand.
“He was our Divination’s Prof. when we had gone to school,”
Sirius supplied, smirking. “Damn was he good too!”
“Man…wish we had him now…” Ron muttered, glaring at the
table as Hermione giggled.
“Unless you know how to bring back the dead, that won’t be
happening anytime soon. Voldemort killed him about four years after we had left.
Poor Dumbledore had to find another one quickly and I don’t think it worked out
too well,” Sirius explained lightly, shrugging as Remus chuckled softly in
amusement at the crestfallen looks Harry and Ron wore.
“Ah well…you say she…died? When?” Hermione asked, her voice
gentle at the request.
Remus sighed and looked over at the fire, eyes shimmering
suspiciously. “Yes, she died. The same night as Lily and James. She died
protecting Harry,” he said softly, voice cracking at the end in his sorrow. He
stood up and muttered an apology before leaving the room.
The others watched him go sadly and almost sighed
collectively. “Even after all these years, he is still taking it very hard,”
Sirius murmured softly as he looked at his hands.
“At least he isn’t as insane as he was when they had died,”
Molly stated tersely as she got up and waved the dishes to the sink to begin
cleaning.
“He lost it when Evie, Lily, and James died?” Hermione
asked timidly, afraid to upset Mrs. Weasely.
“No…he lost it when his wife and unborn child were
kidnapped and murdered,” Sirius answered gruffly before he got up and walked
out, tears shining in his eyes.
The younger people looked at each other in shock as Bill,
Arthur, and Molly all nodded as one. “Unborn…child?” Harry whispered softly,
choking a bit on the tears that suddenly came up out of nowhere. Poor Remus!
“Yes. About two days before she was killed, Evie Lupin
found out that, by some miracle and a special potion, she was pregnant. On the
day she died…Remus lost everything,” Arthur replied gruffly as Molly wiped her
face and eyes in memory.
“A…potion?” Hermione asked softly, eyes wide. “How? Who?”
“No one knows but the one who made the potion,” Arthur
responded as he sighed. “And he died inside at that time as well.”
“Who was it? Do we know him?” Harry asked, filled with
curiosity.
“Aye, you know him. His name is Severus Snape,” Arthur said
softly, silencing the room with his pronouncement.
TBC
