The last few hours had simply flown by for the inhabitants of number twelve, Grimmauld Place on that

unusually grey August morning. Harry was sure hed correctly read his watch as 06:23 when hed nipped down to the kitchen for a bit of toast; however he was horrified to glance down again, at what he was sure was only minutes later, to see 08:57. Though most of them were sleep deprived, snatching minutes of sleep perched on the arm of the couch, head down on a table or in Rons case, propped up by Hermiones rather large collection of ancient foreign spell books retrieved rather rapidly from who-knows-where, everyone was alert and awake the moment anyone said a word. Things had fallen quickly into motion the moment Hermione had read aloud Nevilles letter. Harry glanced down at the now dormant treasure lying crumpled on the sofa beside him; the parchment dog-eared, the ink smudged. He sighed as he picked it up again, bleakly hopeful to gain some hidden understanding on his hundredth read. Dear Hermione,

I dont really know what to tell you, other than I dont know what youre on about. I havent sent you anything. Ive been in Scotland most of my holidays with Gran. Only got in late last night. Where exactly did you get that photograph of my mother? And whats a Memory Box? Write back and let me know whats going on I need to know where you got the picture of my mum.

Neville.

No one had said a word for a full minute before Sirius had let out a pained yet elated howl, reminding everyone of what a dog might sound like should someone step on its paw, but they were happy about it. Hed half

cried, half screamed with fury for the next few minutes before Lupin had demanded he shut up so he could think, or hed hex him to next Wednesday. It just makes no logical sense, he had said, pacing feverishly around the drawing room, No sense. This Memory Box, though a girlish retro novelty, has distinct and altered magical abilities. They employed guards and advanced charm work on it; it would have had to go to one of their direct descendants. It would never have allowed itself to fall into the hands of anyone else. It just makes no logical sense. Maybe it was passed on to a friend? suggested Tonks, to the outraged glares thrown wildly at her by Sirius. Im sorry, but that is a realistic possibility. I would love nothing more than for even just one of those girls to walk into this room, but we all saw what happened to them. Could it have been Alice? suggested Ginny hopefully, Shes still alive, isnt she? It was at that moment, both Lupin and Sirius exploded into action. Ill have Mad-Eye and Kingsley go at once- blurted Lupin, We must know theyre safe- Records of all who have visited! shrieked Sirius wildly, diving out of his armchair and to the doorway and shouting for Mr Weasley. It would be the first place any of them would go- Dumbledore must be alerted at once, muttered Lupin, violently hurling a conjured patronus out the drawing room window, He may be able to assist. Harry had watched blankly as Mr Weasley had hurried into the room, eyes wide and alert before listening intently to a rather condensed version of the nights happenings before nodding, scratching his head and agreeing, Yes. I thoroughly agree. Alice and Frank Longbottom must have a guard; we cannot be sure the previous possessor of that Memory Box was friend or foe. Itd be a sure fire way to get to Harry, isolate his location and gain his trust. Ill send an owl to Kingsley wholl organise two of our best. We must also bring Neville here; he too may not be safe.

As Sirius nodded him off, he turned to the others and began rather rapidly, Im going to search the neighbouring streets as Snuffles; theyll recognise me- And so will bloody well everyone else! snapped Lupin, You stay put Sirius. We both must; on the off chance that one of the girls is trying to reach us this will be the first place they go. Sirius simply stood and stared at Lupin. Mooneyyou believe it could be them? Lupin shrugged vaguely. This is surreal, whispered Sirius, traces of joy and laughter tickling his hushed tones, There is a real possibility that one of our girls has come back to us. She could be out there now, trying to get home. Lupin muffled a choked breath before nodding, We mustnt get our hopes up before we know more. We may be seeing things we only wish were there. A direct descendant! interrupted Harry, standing up and grinning widely, You said so yourself, Remus. If that be the case, there are only two people who could have sent it to me and we know its not Neville. Sirius face fell hard for a moment before saying softly, Cass would believe me to be a murderer. In fact, they all would. But those he would remember and seek out, said Lupin, his words impeding, Would know if your innocence. Speaking of- He turned to Tonks, who was in the process of shoving as much food in her mouth, all the while following the conversation like a tennis match, Tonks? We need your mum down here. She nodded at once, before gathering herself up, On it. Ill grab MadEye on my way; hell kick himself if he misses this. And in a flash she was out the door and apparating into thin air. Since then, no one had said more than a few words strung together,

fatigue rapidly swallowing the adrenaline that had previously pulsed through their veins. Harry stared down at the letter in his hands before limply throwing it back on the sofa, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Harry? Lupin was looking at him from his position at the sloppily reconstructed writing desk that was piled high with papers and books, Whats happened? Nothing, replied Harry, shrugging off the alert looks of the others in the room. Ron frowned from his seat on the sofa between Ginny and Hermione, all of them reading dozily from old, weathered pages, Just tired is all. How are you lot going? Hermione leant back in her seat and rubbed her eyes, her book falling slightly from her lap, the aged title Magical Time Capsules; Worthy Feat or Risky Business? briefly reflecting the dull morning light, Theres a lot of information to sift through here. Theres a small section on Memory Boxes but its all useless isnt it, when you consider the one weve got here is so wholly altered from the norm. Ive found some interesting case studies on witches and wizards who have successfully created some really impressive devices from fad novelties but unfortunately, there are also a lot of unsuccessfulones. Heard from Sirius? asked Ron conversationally, disrupting everyone around him as he leant forward to choose a biscuit, Ginny spilling her tea and Hermione losing her page in the wake of his gangly limbs, Not heard a peep from him. Hes still here, isnt he? He wont leave, assured Lupin, setting his book down completely and standing up to stretch his back, Not when theres a chance an owner of that box could come flouncing through that door. Its probably the first time in his life that hes not been chomping at the bit to leave. He looked sad for a moment before smiling softly at everyone, Time for lunch I think, we could all use a break. They all murmured in agreement and lazily made their way to the kitchen, immediately perking up as the sound of muffled shouts and raised voices wafted from behind closed doors.

Oi- Lupin quickly spotted the extendable ears dangling in front of the door and yanked hard, rolling his eyes as the unmistakable groans and protests from the twins a few flights up, Molly will have your heads if she sees these. Shes already seen them, muttered Fred, stomping down the stairs, She was too distracted to put an impervious on the door this morning though. Mad-Eyes in there, motioned George as they all stood idly around the door, Him and Sirius going for guns. It was just getting good, too. Lupin rolled his eyes again before opening the door to see a full kitchen, various Order members sat around the table looking alert, picking at plates of sandwiches, conversations dying off as the others walked in. Mad-Eye was clomping around the head of the table, snapping loudly at Sirius who was at the other end looking rather red in the face, being gently restrained by a weepy looking Andromeda who had a hand on his shoulder. To have even opened it was careless, Mad-Eye was growling, his wooden leg giving an aggressive soundtrack to his ranting, What were you lot even thinking? Bloody careless. You think I would put Harry in danger? spluttered Sirius, You think Remus and I would for even a second have allowed it to have entered the house if we had suspected it was a dark object? You would have let You Know Who himself in the front door and invited him for tea if you thought it would get her back, snapped Mad-Eye, You never did think when it came to that girl. Caution to the wind and stupidity for breakfast the pair of you. Sirius almost exploded out of his chair, howling with outrage before Lupin walked over and tried to calm him, saying quietly to Mad-Eye, That is unfair. Sorry, muttered Mad-Eye, nodding to Molly who was motioning at Harry and the others who will still stood blankly at the door, I didnt mean that.

It was more than a decade ago, growled Sirius, allowing Andromeda to push him back into his chair, And anything we did was never to harm anyone. Harry, cut in Andromeda, smiling over the heads of everyone, Its been such a very long time. There was a pause amongst those whod been witness to the memories, Hermione and Ginny beaming at Andromeda then Harry, with bright eyes. Ron grinned as the twins nodded to one another. Everyone seemed acutely aware of the significance of Andromedas presence, and her position next to Sirius, fighting tirelessly in his corner. Hi, said Harry awkwardly, suddenly feeling quite unsure of how to behave. It was a rather strange feeling to know so much about someone and never really have met them. I, um, its nice to meet you. Andromeda chuckled, You look so much like James, its too surreal. I can see Lily in you too. Sit down all of you and have some lunch. They all bustled about, finding seats and picking up sandwiches, only Andromeda continuing to chat as they refuelled. Were doing some legwork all around the country, she was saying, helping Mrs Weasley set down more plates of food, Emmeline and Sturgis are at St Mungos guarding Alice and Frank- Was it- began Harry, swallowing his sandwich hard, I mean, was it Alice- No, replied Andromeda, smiling sadly. Emmeline is doing her best to try to uncover anything. Shes done well- She was respondent? cut in Lupin, glancing over a hastily written note, It says here she was vaguely alert? She showed some signs of recognition, nodded Andromeda before turning to the others and explaining, Emmeline is a Healer, trained and mentored young Suzie McKinnon as it happens she trailed off, shaking her head, Its been a long time since I said that name. Anyway, she

specialised in various forms of Muggle medicine which is also considered foreign and shes been using flash cards. Photographs of the girls, Neville and so on. The charm was buzzing, offered Sirius, The crystal thats been imbedded in her neck these past years. But Dumbledore thinks it could be because Harry made contact with Rahjah earlier- Whats Dumbledore doing about this? asked Harry at once, Has he gone to Aurelius? Yes, said Sirius, picking up a sandwich, Well, trying to at any rate. Fawkes has been more successful as it happens so Aurelius knows were about and wanting a word. Not that it means much Everyone nodded, averting their eyes from Sirius who had begun rather violently poking his sandwich before the door opened and more Order members piled in. Harry recognised a few from the memories, though none by name. What a to-do, sighed one witch, her husky voice immediately identifying her from the memory when Isabellas grandfather had burst in on an Order meeting, demanding to know where shed run off to, Rather exciting though. Any news? asked Sirius immediately, his eyes scanning the new faces urgently, What have you found, Lorna? Theres a trail, responded Lorna, the husky witch, sitting heavily down in a chair and nodding yes to a cup of tea. Theres a definite trail though we have no idea where it begins or ends. Kingsleys on his way with Frank and Alices boy, a guard around him ten thick. We think they were at his house- Who? demanded Lupin, Who was there? What were the signs? Some subtle disruptions, said an unknown wizard, helping himself to some pumpkin juice, Though nothing to suggest whether they were. We are fairly sure were dealing with friend rather than foe- We must not be complacent, snapped Mad-Eye, We cannot let our

guard down until we have the facts. Lorna cast Mad-Eye with a sideways look before she said with a shrug, Well, there were signs of protective shielding but from what Ive heard, it could be the result of that old charm. Thats the trouble with this whole thing; whoever were dealing with does not want to be found and doing an excellent job of covering their tracks. We know theyve been around Neville and put in place heightened protection. Alice and Frank were probably also visited but we dont know what eventuated. No one can get to Harry- Theyre putting their wands in place, cut in the unknown wizard, looking thoughtful, We suspect this was the first step; protect and secure. Though whats in the pipeline is anyones guess. What were the signs? asked Sirius, looking around the room, Give us some idea and Mooney or I may be able to tell you if theyre familiar. Lupin looked sceptical, Familiar, Padfoot? Well, said Sirius, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair, The girls had certain methods. Identifiable characteristics in their magic. Marls was always scatty; hodge-podge with her spells as she usually lost interest in one thing and began immediately on the other. Bella was more strategic; littering her Hogwarts magic with Eastern twangs. Plus they took a lot from one another; Lily had a few good homemade spells they often used whereas Alice was by the book but wielded a fair but of grit behind them. We cannot be sure its those girls were tracking, said Lorna softly, looking pleadingly at Sirius. Dont get me wrong now, I adored them. I spent a lot of time with Marlene during various patrols and I grew incredibly fond of her; I was devastated when I heard of her death. As for Isabella, I was always a big advocate of you both and what you went through to keep your little boy safe. But we must be realistic; the chances of them reappearing is stuff of dreams. Then who is it? asked Sirius quietly, staring hard at his hands that were now flat on the table, Who? We map it out, announced Mad-Eye loudly, as though hed been simply

waiting to begin a lesson. We might as well do it here; the kids are pretty switched on and since theyve seen most of the memories they may pick up on what we dont. Harry had to smile as a blackboard appeared out of thin air, Mad-Eyes wand slashing about throwing hastily scribbled names all over the board. And I want contributions that make sense; theres no time for wishwash. The twins exchanged look as though all their Christmases had come at once, whilst everyone shuffled about, easing into comfortable positions and looking expectantly up at the board. Right, Mad-Eye began tapping his wooden leg at the floor as he pointed to the words Memory Box. We have a highly magical device that has been sent to Harry under false pretences. Whilst Istrongly discourage everyone to become lax, we can probably assume the object is benign. What the issue is here is how the bloody hell it got into this house and into Harrys possession. Hedwig brought it, said Hermione at once, Owl post. Did anyone physically see her deliver it? Everyone looked blank. I assumed shed come in with Errol, began Mrs Weasley, before her face creased in horror, Good gracious! What could I have done?! Harry, asked Mr Weasley sharply, Was Hedwig out last night? Harry shrugged, I think so, but she was hunting. Molly, where was the parcel the first time you saw it? On the kitchen bench, she said, beginning to get quite upset, I thought one of the children brought it in. Everyone looked at each other, shrugging and shaking their heads. Right, continued Mad-Eye, beginning to clomp in circles, So. We have

no choice but to believe this parcel appeared in the house without the assistance of owl or person. What we need to do now is isolate possible individuals who would have the means and the inclination to plant it here. He pointed his wand at the board as he leaned heavily against a chair, I would consider there to be three main candidates in this equation. Im going to start with the one who ticks all the boxes- A little tingle shivered down Harrys spine as two scrawled words appeared on the board. CASSION BLACK Andromeda drew in a sharp breath, clasping her hands over Siriuss and looking at Lupin, her expression blazing. Mad-Eye cleared his throat and rubbed his nose before continuing, No one knows what truly happened to this boy. From all accounts, he died fourteen years ago, aged almost three years, due to the alleged death of his Eastern mother. The bonds were too strong, said his grandfather at the time, for him to survive when she was on deaths doorstep. Cass had Western blood also, whispered Andromeda, And he was always such a strong little thing He was shielded, added Sirius, his throat contracting his syllables, Though in those last memories, he was failing fast. My being in Azkaban was probably what did it Mad-Eye grunted, But we dont know for sure. I dont encourage anyone to get their hopes up but hes a strong candidate for being behind this. Firstly, he would have been able to rightfully have possession of The Memory Box and its absence from anyone else during these past years would explain it, as no ones heard hide nor hair from either. Secondly, I have no doubt hed be highly gifted magically, due to his Eastern and Western blood, easily allowing him to cast the spells around Potter and Longbottom. Thirdly, he would have been able to gain access to this house without exposure and easily planted the box in it for Harry. We would have seen him, surely? asked Lupin incredulously, Or had

some idea he was here? Mr Weasley shook his head, He would have been able to come and go quite freely whilst we were here without either party having a clue the other was inhabiting. Were all hidden due to the Fedelius charm and Cassion, being a direct descendant of Sirius would have been able to invoke entry and walk right on in without disturbing anyone. Not anyone, growled Sirius before once again, appearing to explode out of his chair: KREACHER! There was a ringing silence before Sirius screamed again, this time Andromeda smacking him lightly on the arm, For heavens sake! If hes still knocking about this old house, hes as old as the hills. Be patient, Sirius! "He moves when he needs to, growled Sirius before they all paused to hear the tell-tale scuffling of an eavesdropper caught out, followed by snide mutterings and the dragging of small feet behind the kitchen boiler. GET IN HERE NOW KREACHER! As master wishes Kreacher slowly made his way over, purposely taking his time before stopping a foot away from the table and enquiring, Yes, master? Was Cassion here? Kreacher does not know who you speak of. You effing well do and I order you to tell me. Now. Kreacher does not know who it is you speak of. Kreacher, began Andromeda, her voice echoing Sirius condescension, You will tell us. He blatantly ignored her question, preferring to croak, Yet another stain

on the filth of this great family has come. Oh, what would my mistress say to know that her mudblood loving niece was- OI!- Lupin grabbed back Sirius who had lunged for the elfs neck and struggled to restrain him, You will not get anything out of him if you continue to lose your temper! Sirius was breathing hard through his nose, his teeth grinding with agitation before Mad-Eye clomped over and stared down at the elf, hard. Hes still bound by elf law to obey you; you just need to ask the correct question. And be specific. Sirius threw a sinister look at the elf who glared angrily back before he said quietly, Kreacher. Has my son been in this house? Kreachers eyelids slitted, As master knows, young Master Black was here once when my mistress- Recently Kreacher. There was a silence before the elf flinched and whispered, Kreacher cannot say. Sirius grabbed at Lupins cloak sleeve, as though his heart had stopped. You cannot say because he hasnt been here or he ordered you not to say? Kreacher cannot say. Kreacher- He was cut off as the elf appeared to grab himself around the throat and begin to throttle, muffled wails wheezing through his snout. Stop him! cried Hermione, looking horrified, Please just STOP HIM! Sirius grabbed the elf back, yanking him by his ears and saying, his voice deadly, Whoever has ordered you not to-Kreacher? Kreacher! Back off a second, began Lupin, batting Sirius away and inspecting the

elf who was throwing hideous glares at everyone, as he clutched himself around the throat. Its not his fault; hes been hexed- Dont be ridiculous, snapped Sirius, aiming to kick Kreacher in annoyance, Hes putting it on. Doubt it, grunted Mad-Eye peering down over the fray, Hes been cursed; looks to me like some sort of tongue-tie. This creature couldnt speak if it wanted to. Sirius ground his teeth as his eyes threw daggers at the elf, You will speak when you can, Kreacher. And dont move till that happens. The elf appeared to freeze in time, barely a wiggle tempting his ear before Lupin rolled his eyes and muttered, For heavens sake put him at ease, Padfoot. Sirius took his time getting comfortable before obliging, Hermione grinding her teeth in frustration at the display before Mad-Eye began clomping once more, startling everyone back to the topic at hand. Right; we can add that whoever is behind this has put something on this house elf to stop him letting on what theyre doing. Difficult to hinder elf laws but it can be done and unfortunately, by anyone who has a bit of nowse. The major hurdle to get by is the elfs devout devotion to their master clearly not too much of a hindrance in this case. Lorna glanced at Tonks, biting back a grin before asking, If it is Cass Black whos behind this, surely he must have a motive? If we crunch through that, we may have a better shot at finding where hes hiding out. Revenge, said Harry at once, without thinking. Everyone swivelled to look at him curiously, Sirius raising an eyebrow. Though his cheeks burned slightly, he furrowed his brow and persevered. Well, wherever hes been for the last few years, he would have probably been wondering what happened to his parents. I mean, he would have had some idea but that was probably tarnished by what he was told. I did.

Go on, said Lupin gently, casting a sideways look at Sirius. Harry shrugged, Well, I thought for the first eleven years of my life my mum and dad died in a car crash. My aunt and uncle never spoke about them so I was left to piece together and, often, make-up in my own mind what happened. Cassion may have thought Sirius was a murderer; if he was with his grandfather, thats probably the case. But hed still have some memories. Cass worshipped you, said Andromeda gently to Sirius who never broke gaze at Harry, No matter what he was taught, nothing could change that. But he was quite protective of his mother, sighed Lorna, That I remember most vividly following Marlenes death and the awful attack of Frank and Alice. Hed have questions, conceded Lupin, nodding at Harry to continue, And probably picked sides with regards to his parents. But Im interested in your theory Harry. Go on. Well suppose he had a certain idea of what happened, then one day he comes across the Memory Box. He would have learnt the truth, wouldnt he? That Sirius wasnt a murderer. That it was really Pettigrew who was behind it all. Hed know about me, Neville, our Godmothers and everything that had happened. The walls to The East are closed, grunted Mad-Eye, But Id wager he could have found a way to piece together what he didnt know. And hes come back to seek revenge! added Ron, as though he was the one who singlehandedly had come to this conclusion. It makes sense! He would only have to be in the country for a few hours before he learnt Harry was still alive; hed want to seek revenge for his dad, his mum and everyone else! But not without help, said an unknown witch, who had been biding her time next to Lorna. Hed have a hard time entering the country unnoticed for a start. Border security is more stringent than ever; imagine Sirius Blacks son strutting through the barriers without even a comment?! Not to mention he would have been picked up by the

Ministry for doing underage magic! True, sighed Mad-Eye, returning to the board and drawing a line through Cassions name. Though able to plant the box without disruption, he would be unable to travel or produce magic without exposure. Which brings us to the next candidate. Marlene McKinnon. Impossible, whispered Lupin, She died. I saw it with my own eyes. All the possibilities, snapped Mad-Eye before marching in circles at the head of the table, McKinnon was last seen on the Eastern borders fourteen years ago aged twenty one years. She is one of the owners of the Memory Box, thus easily being able to hold possession. As Godmother to both Potter and Longbottom, itd be logical shed do what she could to protect them as well as educating them on who she was and her relationship to them. Impossible, repeated Lupin, more stubbornly than before. She fell through the border, shrugged Tonks, Her body was never found. You cant deny that. Marlene would never have stayed away, said Lupin firmly. She would have dragged herself through hell and high water to get back for Harry and Neville. McKinnon was a lot of things, added Sirius, sighing loudly, But to consider that she stayed away whilst her Godsons were fending for themselves is preposterous. But if she was in The East? asked Hermione, looking at each person in the room, Remember; she allegedly died before everything really started to happen. She wouldnt know- Shed have come back, said Sirius firmly, To ease her own nosiness at the very least. Shed want to know what happened. What if she too, opened the Memory Box though? suggested Andromeda turning to look at him thoughtfully, Shed know what had happened. And if there was one thing Marlene was, it was loyal. Shed be back in a heartbeat and like Cass, revenge would be a logical motive. Protect her

boys first, then seek out her enemies. Shed have made contact, said Sirius sighing, And a scene. Even if she didnt, Id be very surprised if she hadnt at least sought out Moony. Remus, said Mad-Eye, considering him closely, Anything unusual happen to you lately? Felt like youre being watched? Lupin shook his head softly, Ive been here practically since the end of the Triwizard. I came back with Sirius; Ive barely been out except for full moon. It could be her though, said Ginny wistfully, Shed have a plan and maybe shed want to carry it out before she let on to anyone she was here. She was declared dead, said Lorna with a shrug, If she too has been in the East these past years she couldnt gain re-entry without some sort of enquiry. Or been able to get about for very long without some sort of identification; I mean, you cant even buy a wand without it these days- Which brings us to candidate number three, interrupted Mad-Eye, Someone who would have been able to quite easily enter the country without being seen, been able to survive quite easily without a wand, have possession of the Memory Box as well as the knowledge and knowhow to pull something like this off. Sirius jaw ground together as Mad-Eye finished, Isabella Masahara Black. Again, persisted Lupin, She would never have stayed hidden. She would have been able to enter the country discreetly due to political amnesty, Mr Weasley offered. Under all sorts of secrecy and protection. Shed know her way around, easily mask her magic and spell work as well as track down both Godsons and protect them. She would have come for me by now, said Sirius quietly, Whether she knew the truth of my innocence or not. I abandoned her and Cass; Id have to answer for that. And it would in no way be a quiet affair.

Shed have been able to gain entry to the house began Hermione, her eyebrows knitting together. Harry could have sworn he could hear her brain rapidly processing information before she jumped up suddenly and gurgled, I read before, I never thought of it till now Ill just go- And she was out of her chair and out the door in a matter of seconds, tearing through the corridors like the speed of light. Harry shared a look of long suffering and understanding with Ron, before shrugging to the rest of the room that simply looked at them both with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. A smattering of quiet conversation rumbled amongst the kitchen before Hermione came barrelling back, flicking urgently through the pages of her book. Hermione? asked Lupin politely, Would you be so kind as to share? I read something before, she said breathlessly, scanning page by page, I didnt connect it till now-here; One of the many flaws of The Whisper Watch, popular with schoolgirls in the 1950s, was its unstable foundation. Used to keep secrets or messages that could be played back to the recipient, too much misuse caused the channelling to become blurred or invaded. One case, documented by Healer Barnaby Jones, discovered that the mere presence of the individual witch or wizard who placed the message in the watch, disrupted the communication. He notes that one of his patients, a Miss Lyra Dippets, actually became somewhat mentally splinched when unbenknownest to herself, her secrets were being listened to by a friend in an ajoining room. No one said anything, preferring to wait patiently for a bright eyed and excited Hermione to explain the apparent relationship between Lyra Dippets and the matter at hand. Dont you see? she said after a moment, her face reflecting a long sufferance of slower brains than hers, Remember when we heard Marlenes voice? Theyve got the Memory Box? And Isabellas imprint saying that something was happening but she didnt know what? I think that could have been this disruption Barnaby Jones had documented. They could have been here the whole time, affecting the broadcast of the

memories. I like your theory, said Lupin slowly, But surely she could have invoked a stronger or more informative message? "If she was weak in some way? suggested Tonks, but Lupin shook his head, Izzy was incredibly powerful, even at her weakest. Most especially when it came to protecting one of her own remember Mulciber? What if were looking at this the wrong way? asked Mr Weasley thoughtfully, turning to Mad-Eye and pointing at the board. Were assuming were looking for an individual; what if it is all three? Each has a motive, each has the means to assist the other as well as hold them in check. Mad-Eye stood for a moment, reflecting on this before marching up to the board and rapping his wand smartly against it, causing the written words to flitter about and make a new circular formation. Three instead of one. Like the last theory, it has its possibilities as well as its flaws. But staying concealed from those closest to them He beat his wooden leg methodically at the floor as he thought out loud, Unlike them. Its not possible, said Lupin quite loudly, the lines of face going hard, I would love nothing better than to see Marls, Izzy or Cass walk through that door but they would have made contact by now! Whats our intelligence say about whats going on within enemy lines? asked Lorna, chewing on a hangnail, Because Id wager theyre after much the same as many of us in this room. A few raised an eyebrow before she coughed and reached for her goblet, Pettigrew. Whats he got to do with anything? scoffed Sirius nastily, Either of those girls could have him strung up by his ankles in a five seconds. And if my son grew up to be half the man he was on track to be, hed have him up in two. No, I see her point, interjected Tonks, as Lorna glared at Sirius, It

doesnt take a genius to work out it was probably Pettigrew that blew the whistle the night they moved Neville just watching the memories told us that much. Plus we all know he is responsible for what happened in Godrics Hollow. I think it makes perfect sense as to motive; Pettigrew is to blame for what happened to Alice, Frank, James and Lily. And he was responsible for what happened to Marlene, to Isabella and by association Cassion. Good, clean and logical, grunted Mad-Eye as Tonks beamed, If were thinking theyre going after Pettigrew then were further along in this. All three of them have scores to settle and to catch the rat, theyll have to be strategic. He may be stupid but hes got big friends. Friends that may not care for him but know his worth. Through knowledge and sheer weakness, hes made himself invaluable to them. Until hes caught, theyre limited in movement. Theyd protect their most precious assets first, nodded Mrs Weasley, motioning to Harry, Ensure there was no way for You Know Who to get at them if their cover is blown. As a mother, its what Id do. No one can get at Harry here and Neville is probably also untouchable. Id also expect young Cassion wouldnt be let out of Isabellas sight as well. Isabella still has a warrant out for her arrest, piped up the unknown wizard, Crouch may be gone but Fudge wouldnt miss an opportunity to bring in Sirius Blacks wife. Itd do wonders for his reputation. Plus Cassion couldnt go to school or even be seen; I remember the little tyke and Ill wager hes the spitting image still of his dad. And Marlene would have to bite her tongue, said Andromeda slowly, gradually buying into the theory, Even shed have to know her own weaknesses. Given half the chance shed make a godawful scene and blow the whole plan out of the water. But theres no proof, said Lupin bitterly, Its all well and good to suppose all of this but it could be anyone- He was interrupted as unknown movement grew louder from the front of the house; as the noise became more pronounced, Mad-Eye grunted, Thatll be Kingsley with the Longbottom boy. Harry craned his neck to see over Rons head as about five witches and

wizards crowded into the room, Kingsley at the centre with a strong hand on a rather frightened looking Nevilles shoulder. He watched him give a watery smile to the room before visibly gulping as Professor McGonagall stalked in, looking rather peeved. Well were here, she snapped, taking of her cloak and dusting it violently, And goodness knows thats saying something. We had a bit of a time with Mrs Longbottom, provided Kingsley, his deep voice lilting with laughter, I cant imagine it was easy being come upon by an armed guard however she didnt let us off lightly. McGonagall snorted angrily, I would have thought considering the circumstances, wed have been provided with the utmost assistance! Shes a tough ole lady, coughed a wheezy wizard, dusting off his hat, A righ kook. Bu we go young Neville out, didnt we lad? Alright? asked Ron as Neville was ushered into the seat by Hermione, his face going white as a particularly mean looking Sirius sat opposite. Hows it going? asked Harry, suddenly seeing the resemblance in his friend for the first time. His face was round like Alices, his nose and eyes like Frank. Y-yeah, muttered Neville, casting a sideways look at Sirius, Oi, isnt that-? Neville, cut in Lupin, smiling warmly and extending his hand, Nice to see you again. Im not sure youve met my old friend and Harrys Godfather, Sirius Black? Neville looked like hed eaten his grandmothers hat as Sirius strained a smile and said, rather drily, I gather by your whitish tinge, youre of the belief Im a raging homicidal maniac. I cant answer for first thing in the morning, but I can assure you Im quite harmless. I was a good friend of your mum and dads. Frank was one hell of a man and I was a real fan of old Chambers. Hes been briefed, said McGonagall, marching up to stand by Mad-Eye at the head of the table and rustling a few items around in a cotton bag in

preparation, And it was clear that he has no idea about this Memory Box nor who sent it. But we did find a few things at the house and he provided us with some interesting information. All eyes swivelled to look at Neville who had begun to sweat slightly. My room had been touched, he mumbled, as Mrs Weasley, setting down a plate of sandwiches in front of him asked kindly, How do you mean, Neville dear? Well, it wasnt cleaned as such, he said, picking limply at his meal, But things were moved. I thought grans elf had been in there butI dunno. It was like someone had rearranged my stuff. And added things. Which I brought McGonagall stood staring at the board, mouthing the names silently. She paused for a moment before turning to Lupin and Sirius, Is it really those girls, do you think? Lupin remained cold, We have no proof they are alive. Sirius shrugged lifelessly; Harry caught a tender sympathy touch McGonagalls expression before she pulled herself up straight, Well we may have some clues. This was the first foreign item we found- She produced a single leaf and briskly dusted it down, its dull edges crumpling slightly. Harry couldnt help but feel enormously let down. Though it appears ordinary, she began, quite loudly and with annoyance, as everyone snuck sideways looks at one another We believe this to be a protective charm. Come again? asked Sirius, echoes of the schoolboy sarcasm lilting his tones, before Lupin asked sharply, Minerva, let me see that. Everyone snapped their eyes to Lupin, who had strode over to McGonagall and grabbed the frail leaf. He studied it for a second, tipping it this way and that, before holding it up to his eyeline and staring along the surface. Sirius exhaled impatiently before Lupin said quietly, Its a leaf from the nest of a Knupcluck.

Ron snorted at the abstract word as Hermione glared at him, hard. A knupcluck? asked Sirius with an edge to his voice, The ugliest looking bird in Europe? How is this relevant? The knupcluck, said Lupin calmly, Is a highly magical creature, envoking sophisticated protective magic around the nest holding its young. The leaves, said Sirius rolling his eyes, Are also good on a curry. Simmer one on top of the sauce before serving. Preferably with chips. Nevilles nan probably liked the same thing. This leaf still holds magic, and Lupin lightly tapped the leaf with his wand causing it to hum and smoke slightly, The leaves you like on your curry are stripped. Because if theyre not, itd kill you quicker than you can say knupcluck. This one is still fresh. Sirius still looked unconvinced before Kingsley asked thoughtfully, Arent those creatures almost extinct? Too many curries, you see, said Sirius in a mock tone to Lupin. Everywhere except Bulgaria, said Lupin loudly, raising an eyebrow at Sirius. Shut it with the sarcasm Padfoot and have a think about that. Sirius stared at him for a moment before saying quietly, No she gave up long ago- Lupin looked horribly let down as he sat down hard at the table. But its possible theyd have entrusted the memory box to her. Possible that she felt Harry should have it. Possible she did the wholething. Andromeda cast a look at Mrs Weasley before asking softly, Anyone going to share? Its Mary, said Sirius bitterly, pushing his chair back as he stood up violently, Its Mary effing McDonald. As he stormed angrily out of the room, Harry felt a heavy disappointment wash over him. Bitter, angry disappointment.

Mary McDonald, the close friend of his mother and her friends. Risked her life for them countless times. The friend who had left long ago, unable to face the past. But it still could be? asked Ginny timidly, looking to Tonks for encouragement. Tonks simply shrugged and glanced at Mad-Eye who was magicking away his blackboard. McDonald, he said grimly, dusting off his hands, Even I was blinded. They could have easily given her the box, said Lupin quietly, his face and voice hollow. Asked her to keep it for safe keeping. She went back to Bulgaria with her old boyfriend after the first war. The rumblings of Voldemorts return must have reached her shores. Brought back the old memories. But how did it get into the house? asked Ron, We would have seen her. Does it matter? asked Lupin bitterly. He stood up and ran a hand over his tired face as he whispered, Blinded by those old memories. Saw what wasnt there As he turned and walked away, Harry felt the sharp sting of a tear fill his eyes. He glanced up at his Godfather again, who was staring maddeningly at the large bird perched on the highest corner of the bookshelf When Harry awoke at around 7 oclock that evening, he felt a strange sense of euphoria. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he took stock of the crackled ceiling in the drawing room, unwrapping himself from the fold of the old sofa. Hed been having a dream that was filled with his parents; mixtures of the memories hed watched the night before. He could still hear his fathers light hearted chuckle, his mothers kind, soft voice before his hand brushed something soft as he reached for his glasses. Wolfie was lying abandoned on the small coffee table, his one eyed, one eared face staring blankly at the floor. As he took in the weathered, half

chewed stuffed toy, the disappointment from the morning flooded through him with a solid and violent thud. Mary McDonald, the keeper of the mystery. He heaved a heavy sigh as he almost willed himself back into slumber. To think, for a few short hours he could have had one or even two of his Godmothers back. Sirius could have had his son. Wolfie his rightful owner. The let down was crippling. He lay there for a few more minutes, eyes scrunched shut and debating disappearing up to his room before he heard a disruption in the hall. Sitting up and stretching his arms, he called to Ron who was whispering loudly to Hermione about not waking Harry. Alright? asked Ron, lumbering into the room, Hermione following with a mug of tea, Thought you might be awake. Are you alright, Harry? asked Hermione, sitting on the small table in front of him, staring into his face as though she were at the bedside of the terminally ill. Youve been asleep for hours. You look dreadfully tired. Up all night, wasnt I? muttered Harry, sipping the tea. Any news?

Hermione shrugged, casting an anxious look at him as though he may combust before her eyes at any moment, Theyve been trying to contact Mary. No one can find her though. A bit harsh, this whole thing isnt it? asked Ron, chewing on a nail, She couldve just said it was her in the first place. She must have had her reasons, offered Hermione shrugging hopelessly before wincing at the accusatory looks from both boys, Well she must of! I cant imagine anyone being so cruel but we all do but we mustnt judge before we know the circumstances.

Harrys thoughts were dark as he ground his jaw hard. He had decided, somewhere between asleep and awake, that should he ever meet Mary

McDonald, hed give her a good hexing. It was the least he could do, considering.

Seen Sirius? asked Ron conversationally, looking towards the door, We all figured hed gone to sleep but Fred heard him raging from somewhere upstairs. Sounded like half the West Country were trampling the third floor. He needs some time alone, said Hermione thoughtfully. A day or so at least. Wotcher Harry, came Tonks voice as she slipped into the room, Have a good nap?

I guess, mumbled Harry, managing a weak smile, Whats been happening? Tonks looked exhausted as she gave a careless shrug and fell into the armchair. Not a lot

She ruffled her pink, cropped hair before looking thoughtfully at her hands. She raised her eyebrows as she shuffled uneasily, fidgeting her body as she glanced at the door. She nodded for Ron to duck his head as she magicked the door closed. Whats happened? asked Harry immediately, sitting up straight on the sofa. Whats gone on? Nothing, nothing, murmured Tonks, biting at her thumbnail before looking seriously at them all. But Ive been thinking theres more to this than we care to consider.

Harry shared a look with Ron before Hermione asked, What are you saying? Well, and Tonks looked slightly abashed before bursting out, Its just, I cant help but think no, no feel that were not giving our original assumptions more of a shot-

No, said Harry, cutting her off and shaking his head violently. He simply couldnt take anymore of this. Its Mary, Tonks. That makes logical sense-

Hear me out, said Tonks quietly, putting her hands up. Ive been listening, hearing things. No ones seen Mary for years. And I was just out helping Kingsley and Mad-Eye, and theres been no trace of her for the last 18 months If she knew You Know Who was about, shrugged Ron, Its fair to say she may have packed up her old kit bag and run off. If Id been through half of what we saw and he blew out a long sigh, Id be moving to Australia.

They all glanced up as Fred and George came tumbling into the room. Two gangly balls of pent up energy, they both looked like tightly packed fireworks.

Whats all this, eh? asked Fred glancing around the pensive looks, I feel a cheeky plan in the works. And we love a cheeky plan, winked George, lounging into the sofa next to Harry, Alright Potter? Whats the craic?

Tonks reckons theres more to this than that McDonald bird, shrugged Ron, answering for Harry, But-

Us too, hissed George, squeezing himself between Ron and Hermione, No ones seen hide nor hair of her for almost 2 years-

Though apparently its not unlike her, chimed in Fred, I heard that Lorna woman saying, to disappear for a few months; but she just up and left one day without so much as a seeya later.

Harry, I think you should call Rahjah again, said Tonks seriously. Without Sirius around, he may help you- DORA!

They all jumped at Andromeda burst into the room, hissing at Tonks. What are you saying?! Sorry Mum, she murmured but looking defiant, But I think its worth a shot.

Andromeda looked tired, her eyes red rimmed and her cheeks blotched. She shook her head as she came to sit on the arm of the sofa and rubbed her eyes, Enough, now. There will be no calling of Rahjah, no more investigations, no more what ifs.

None of us can take anymore; I feel as though Ive been drained dry and Ive only been here 12 hours. Its Mary-

Tonks said no ones seen her for well over a year? asked Harry, his voice accusing, Is this true? Andromeda stared at Harry, full in the face before nodding, That is true-

Could she could be helping them?

Andromeda swallowed hard before clasping her hands firmly in her lap, saying decidedly, It would be a long shot. Our earlier assumptions had several flaws; our guesses were full of holes and the result of emotions running high. When it came to believing those girls were alive, we could have justified every possible and impossible theory. Even I, who didnt watch all those old memories could conjure countless conjecture; all of them were so easy to love. But taking a step back, knowing Mary as I did, to do this fits her character. Anonymous and detached. Clean and simple, without having to face us all. But what of Kreacher? asked Hermione, looking up as Lupin walked into the room. He nodded at them all, his face hard and worn. Hermione faultered before repeating, What of Kreacher?

Residual magic, threw in Lupin, his voice croaky. From the Fedelius Charm. Dumbledore believes the magic affected him as it did because we asked what happened within the other realm of this house. The poor creatures loyalties have been compartmentalised; by love and force. He cant repeat what goes on in our sphere and through ties to his House, cannot reveal what unfolds. Mary wasnt the most gifted of witches but she knew people. We think she rustled up some small time pick pocket from Knockturn Alley and paid him a bob to break in here.

They all fell into silence, disappointment once again thickening the air and Harry fell back to wishing everyone would leave him alone. You lot had a snooze? asked Tonks to the others, desperate for something to say. I managed an hour on the landing.

A few, said Ron as Hermione scoffed, Youve been out like a light since you disappeared to go to the loo. Just got up, you have. He pulled a face at her before he said brightly to Harry, Mum made some sandwiches earlier she left some for you on the table. Not hungry, muttered Harry leaning back into the sofa.

Hermione exchanged a look with Tonks before saying softly, You should eat something Harry. Or try to go back to sleep; its after ten.

He shook his head, willing them all to leave. When it became apparent no one had any intention of leaving him alone, he got up awkwardly and muttered, Gonna find a sandwich.

As he stumbled out of the room (followed by the others, much to his annoyance), he began to hear a mumbling of voices from the kitchen. His heart started to thump wildly as he recognised the sing-song laugh, the high pitched cackle, the motherly stop that right now, Marlene. He broke into a half run, ignoring Hermiones desperate plea for silence as they passed the curtained portraits and Tonks calling for Lupin and Sirius, exploding into the kitchen to find Neville ashen faced, eyes glassy.

Neville-wha-?

It just came on, whispered Neville, his body shaky. He was alone at the table, the Memory Box awake from its slumber at the centre, majestically projecting the grassy scene of Hogwarts complete with its four precious inhabitants.

How did you-? But before Harry could finish, Marlene was shrieking from the frame. Its James POTTER! She was dancing about pointing accusingly, before hands flying to hips and glaring, So it was YOU who have opened our memory box? Typical. Bloody typical. You see this girls? Cant trust a Marauder. Oi Evans. Your boyfriends at it again. Hes not my boyfriend, hissed Lily, idly leaning against the rock quite red faced and refusing to look at Harry. So shut up. A fiver says he will be one day, sniggered Isabella who was stretched out on the lawn, And you can bet your knickers Ill cash in on that one.

No, dont think it is him, offered Alice, wandering over and staring Harry in the face, Could be a relation?

Marlene gave an annoyed scoff that suggested she was clearly challenged before exhaling with an annoyed air. She inspected her nails before rolling her eyes at the gobsmacked group in standing in the kitchen. Right laugh you lot are. Dont- struggled Harry, his breath quickening and disbelief threatening to choke him, Dont you-? But we all met, earlier-

You showed us your stories, cut in Hermione as Ginny looked upset, You met us all-

I dont remember having the pleasure, snapped Marlene, And you lot had better have a good explanation for getting us out here.

And for getting past our guard, frowned Lily, hoisting Isabella up and walking to stand by the other two. Weve got serious charms working on this Memory Box.

Whats going on! came Lupins voice as he skidded into the room, Sirius slamming into the back of him. Lupin went pale when he saw the girls; Sirius rubbed his red eyes, the stench of bourbon rippling off his clothes. How the bloody hell did you- he began in a whisper before all four girls shrieked from the frame, causing everyone to wince.

How DARE you- I knew youd be behind this- Of all the nerve- BLACK- Isabellas screech was the loudest.

Neville, began Lupin earnestly, his eyes never leaving the frame, How did you open this? Who is this Neville person? demanded Marlene, arms waiving maniacally and pointing violently at everyone in the room. And what makes him qualified to summon us?

Calm down, Marlene! hushed Alice, And what do you mean summon us? Were not the bloody witches of Eastwick. BLACK! screeched Isabella again, before Alice added, Izzy will you stop shrieking!

Its a TRAVESTY! declared Marlene, fanning herself. Of all the BETRAYALS!

Lets just everyone calm down, said Lily, putting a hand on Marlenes shoulder. The drama, emphasised by the screaming was about to send her off the edge completely.

How did you open this box? asked Alice calmly, You shouldnt have been able to bypass our guards. They would have used hexes, scowled Isabella, clearly off the end of a row with the young Sirius, Or some similar dark magic. Thats the sort of little toe-rags they are- My secrets, whispered Marlene theatrically, turning to Isabella for support as she was clearly the only one of them determined to hold at least one Marauder responsible. What if they have seen mydeepest secrets? For Gods sake Marls, snorted Lily, Youre not in the effing MI5. Pull yourself together.

Whats an M-eye-five? asked Alice, before rolling her eyes at Marlene who was massaging her temples as though shed just been witness to some great travesty. They probably tried to see them, said Isabella darkly, casting glares at everyone in the room. She sent a particularly venomous glare at Sirius, Arse. Sirius rolled his eyes before glancing at Harry, Do they remember you?

No, whispered Harry, devastated. Theres some residual though, mumbled Tonks quietly, They dont seem so stunned at how you both look. And look at them closely; they all look drained. Isabella especially.

It was true; each girl looked slightly worn and tired. Even Marlene, desperate for some drama wasnt her usual witty self. Her pretend teary

looked slightly too real, her emotional outbursts similar to an exhausted child. Neville? asked Lupin, Can you tell us how you opened this?

I-, stumbled Neville, staring blankly at the figure of his young mother, I just flicked the latch-

Impossible! snorted Lily, He couldnt have done. No one but a trusted party can do that and none of us have met him in our lives. Alice glanced at each of her audience before saying softly, Somethings wrong. Lily shared a look with her before pulling her by the hand and inching closer to the front of the frame. Isabella and Marlene remained where they were, leaning on one another, muttering darkly. Remus, whats going on?

Lupin nodded to Sirius before saying quietly, The Memory Box was open some twelve hours ago. You got to know us all quite well.

You have no questions for us, said Sirius, folding his arms, You dont seem surprised to see us. Lily looked at Alice before nodding, This seems familiar. But not the comfortable kind. As though its assumed, agreed Alice, Like we were expecting you.

Whats got her goat? asked Sirius nodding to Isabella, What have I done now?

Lily shrugged, I suppose you both had a row? They all looked up as Mad-Eye came thumping in, Andromeda, McGonagall and a few order members at his heels.

Who opened it? demanded Mad-Eye, pushing his way to the front, What have they said?

Neville went even paler, if it was possible, and put his hand up. I-I just sort of flicked the latch. I never thought-

They came straight out, it seems, said Lupin gravely, shaking his head at Sirius who was itching to talk, No, Padfoot. Theyre here! he exclaimed. Why cant we just ask them-

And risk them all having a tizz and running off?!

Whats wrong with them? whispered Andromeda, her eyes welling up, Thats not the Marls I knew. Or Izzy. They looked up at the frame and saw Marlene and Isabella slumped against the rock, looking on the edge of sleep. Lily was stifling a yawn as Alice rubbed her face.

Theyve been up all night, offered Tonks, Going through all of those memories must have been exhausting But Ms Evans and Ms Chambers are somewhat alert, said McGonagall sharply, before eying Marlene and Isabella as though shed caught them playing truant, The other two girls are almost comatose. Its p-p-probably because, offered Alice, stifling a yawn, They were both responsible for the guard of the box. A break-in would exhaust their imprints.

Lily nodded, Alice and I did the magic to capture the memories, those two were in charge of defence.

Sirius managed a small grin as he shook his head, Explains the naffy questions and ability for Mooney and I to get in so easily earlier.

The memory frame suddenly blurred, echoes and cries crashing through like an avalanche, a wind suddenly whistling and shrieking through the box. Everyone in the kitchen jumped and grabbed at one another, excitement and dread rippling through the air until Mad-Eye shouted for everyone to step back from the box. Somethings happening, here! he said loudly, pushing past everyone to stand right by the box, And we need to know now.

He examined the box from a safe distance, watching it hum ominously before squinting and grunting at the grey, opaque frame that was now blank of its inhabitants. He nodded a few times before turning to the group in the kitchen, which had now grown to over 15. All the Order members had seemed to appear from the very walls of the room.

Sirius, Remus, over here.

He ushered the two men to touch the box. You both had the strongest connection with the girls. I want you both to touch it on my count of three; Kingsley, Arthur, on my signal we will perform a conjuring spell to try to bring the imprints of the girls to the surface. Minerva, Molly, Lorna and Andromeda; I want you four to perform the most powerful trusting spell you can. We want them all out here, and comfortable enough to answer our questions. The rest of you stand as far back as you can. Ready?

As Harry stepped back with the others, he felt his heart almost beating out of his chest.

As Mad-Eye shouted, 3 2 1 half the room raised their wands and Remus and Lupin both placed their hands on the box.

An almighty shriek burst threw the air, cutting at everyones eardrums. Harry thought his brain would explode before he heard Andromeda shout, GET YOUR HANDS OFF THE BOX! QUICK-

Sirius fell back into Mad-Eye, and Remus clutched his hand as though hed been burnt. Everyone looked alarmed as they tried to catch breath; their ears were ringing violently. As the sound quietened, McGonagall shook her head, Clearly, its not either of you with the power to coax them out.

Lupin was blowing furiously on his hand, small welts bursting up over his skin, What the hell- I feel as though Ive been beaten, said Sirius in a gruff voice, nursing his hand in the crook of his other arm, Like a shock was sent right through me.

Andromeda rubbed her temples, They clearly didn't like that. We must let them tell us their secrets in their own time. And for goodness sake you two don't touch that box again!

We may not have time, said Kingsley, scratching his head thoughtfully, We all know something is happening- He stopped suddenly, giving an apologetic look to Molly who gave him a scolding look. Harry stared at her as she tried to smile as though nothing was wrong. Whats going on?

No one said anything before Sirius suddenly said, Hes got a right to know-

Hes a child- Molly, and Sirius looked pained as he did his utmost to keep his frustration in check, After everything hes seen- You have to tell me," demanded Harry, interrupting the exchange. "Now.

Lupin nodded and put a gentle hand up to stop Mollys impending protests, Hes right. All the children should be informed. They are too much involved now.

Harry felt a twinge of nerves as Lupin turned to him, There have been strange whispers from the other side that after the arrival of this box, suddenly make sense. Our informants claim an unknown force has begun infiltrating them; not forcefully or obviously. More as though they are being stalked; strategic members are gone temporarily missing, surfacing with no recollection of where they have been. Small hurdles are being put in their way, petty battles are being lost-

And with Nevilles home being so obviously visited, cut in Sirius, Whoever it is, is playing with us as well. We havent thought much of it; its been so trivial. Little battles have not been as difficult these past weeks, a few part-time Death Eaters have been appearing in the Ministry court rooms as though they have captured and awaiting imprisonment.

And with the happenings of the last 72 hours, finished Lupin, There is a certain feeling that things are falling into place. You think its these girls? questioned McGonagall, looking to her peers, Surely not-

Well well never know, said Sirius bitterly, shaking out his red raw hand, They wont let us near them.

There is another way, said Mad-Eye suddenly, his face looking particularly knarled as he frowned thoughtfully. Im not keen, but it could be our only option.

Everyone waited with baited breath as they watched him pace a few steps, the plonk plonk plonk of his wooden leg making everyone uneasy.

He looked at everyone before standing up straight and stamping his stick on the floor with finality. Its our only option.

He looked at the large group before saying sharply, Potter, Longbottom. Up here. There were few cries from Mrs Weasley and Andromeda, some sharp breaths from others but Mad-Eye shook his head. He ushered both Harry and Neville to come closer, They are direct descendants. Longbottom had only flick the latch and they appeared. If they will allow anyone near them, its their descendants.

Neville had a rather stoic expression as he took his place beside Harry; he managed a small smile before nodding slightly. Harry felt a grin touch his lips; it felt symbolic standing there with Neville. He had an odd awareness as he realised how much their mothers would have loved to see them standing together. It felt right. What needed to be done. No wands, said Mad-Eye quietly, If it's the way, they will need no encouragement from us to bring them out. Everyone back. As the group shuffled to the back wall, Sirius and Lupin hovering ever so slightly closer to the front, Mad-Eye turned to Harry and Neville, You will know instantly if you are not wanted. Do not linger, do not struggle to keep your hand on the box. On the count of three-

Harry stretched out his hand and took a deep breath. Neville closed his eyes.

One. Two. Three- As Harrys hand touched the box, he felt a sharp tug through his body; the room around him seemed to disappear into complete darkness as sounds and movements appeared around him. Being thoroughly used to such strange happenings, though never completely scared, Harry was stunned to feel no trace of fear. If anything, he felt slightly euphoric.

And ever so very safe. The darkness continued to whirl, the sound of Rahjahs song echoing in the winds before he heard the voices: FINALLY! Weve got contact

Stay strong darling boys, just stay strong. The connection is getting stronger

Hold in there, youre almost to them. You can sense where they are, just find them! We are not strong enough, we cant see we can only feel but Hurtinjuredwe cannot see

Pleasejustplease

Theyve got the Memory Box-

With a sharp tug, Harry was pulled back. He gasped for breath as the kitchen appeared. He felt dazed as he looked up at Neville who was pale and panting. Both shared a look of disbelief.

Sirius and Lupin were on them at once, demanding to know everything. Mrs Weasley was fretting loudly at the state of them, Ron and Hermione pleading to know they were alright. ENOUGH! And Mad-Eye pulled everyone back. You both went into a trance. What happened?

We heard voices, whispered Harry, Though it wasnt anyone I recognised. He turned to Neville who looked visibly shaken; accepting chocolate from Lupin he shook his head, Weird. But I wasnt scared.

What did the voices say Harry? pleaded Sirius, grabbing him by the shoulders, the pain in his eyes paramount. Please.. They were looking for a connection, said Harry at once. Trying to find us, but-, as a few people gasped at the potential of this, It wasnt Voldemort or any of his followers. Its a friend. I could feel it. Someone safe. But I cant identify who. Well ask them to show everyone, said Neville suddenly, his face brazen with an unknown courage, I know we can ask them.

Harry felt an odd wave of understanding beat between them; after a few seconds of silence he nodded. Once more, and we ask them to show them all.

He saw Ron look worriedly at Hermione but he ignored it. He felt the sudden urgency to share what hed felt; he nodded to Neville and touched the box once more. He shut his eyes tight and said loudly in his head:

Show them all. They can help.

As the familiar tug grabbed him once more, he stayed where he was in the room. He felt a light flicker brightly on his eyelids; he opened them wide and looked up at the frame that flickered wildly. Deep shadows and raging winds filled the scene; the voices coming once more Theyre all there, the Orderthey can helpjust hold on...

They cantinjuredno, I can't.. Im going backI cant find .

Please, we must stay together, no... As the voices died away, Harry kept a firm hold on the box. He willed with all his heart to see who was talking; who was injured. As he asked again in his mind show themshow themthe shapes in the frame began to solidify, and two figures became apparent.

Both were two old women; very old Harry thought to be in such a dark and dismal place on their own. One had fallen to the ground, panting and moaning as blood poured down her face. The other was barely on her feet, gashes and blood down her frail arms and cheeks as she willed herself to keep moving forward. As a fierce wind raged, the old woman on the floor looked up and mouthed a few words. The other, tears falling shook her roughly, No No No she wailed silently as the one on the floor nodded. With an energy willed from nowhere, she lifted her arm and shot a blinding light of red into the air before falling motionless in a heap.

And suddenly, the frame was blank.

No one said a word for a full minute; Harry kept his hand on the box, Neville almost shaking it, but nothing would appear. Wh-who were they? he asked after a moment. He looked at Harry and repeated, Who were they?

Harry shrugged and looked to Sirius. He was pale and staring at the blank wall stunned. Lupin ruffled his hair and looked to the group, I dont recognise any of them. Theyre too old to have known Mary, accused Andromeda, walking forward to stand by Sirius, Too old to have known the girls.

They must have, said McGonagall worriedly, Perhaps later in life. Whoever they are though, we must find them. They are hurt-

Could it have been a disguise? offered Kingsley as Mad-Eye shrugged, A Polyjuice you mean? Possibly, but itd have to be wielding a fairly decent strength behind it. They were hurt badly, and Polyjuice tends to fade when injury of that magnitude is faced.

We should set-up a search, began Arthur at once, We must find them-

But no one had even a second to pull out a map, or send a Patronus. For at that moment, the sharp red light from the memory frame blasted into the room with the unknown voice: Were outside. Please help us.