"You have better have a damn good reason to be traipsing through my crime scene Dumbledore. Last time I checked you weren't an Auror." Madam Bones stormed up and got nose to beard with him. The sternness of her scowl told him that she was deadly serious. Amelia Bones even when she went to Hogwarts was a force to be reckoned with. Albus could see that the years had honed her into a very formable opponent. She would be damned if she was going to be intimidated by his size, power and standing in the Wizarding Community. He was out of bounds as he was so fond of saying, and she was in a mood to administer some discipline.

"My dear Madam Bones, I came here tonight to see if there was anything I could do to help. I had hoped you at least didn't buy into the misguided views of the current Minister of Magic. Now is a time to be standing together for the dark days to come. Divided we are all the more vulnerable. Wouldn't you agree?" Dumbledore lectured in a calm and logical manner. He spared a quick glance to the Marauder that was sitting on a bed nearby with Arthur Weasley and one of his sons. He was curious as to why they were here, but knew he had to calm the woman first. Although they weren't technically on the same side, the woman was a general, not a solder. She would never blindly follow him, and he knew better than to try and force her into servitude.

"Nice speech, but you still didn't answer my question." Amelia hadn't dropped her scowl, but crossed her arms over her chest and added a cocked brow and tapping foot for effect. The aged Wizard gave a heavy sigh, he needed to probe that Marauder. If it were only Moody that was here it would have been very easy to accomplish, but Bone's presence would make it very difficult.

"The assistance that I have freely provided in the past has always been appreciated, even requested. At the highest level I might add. I find it curious that it is no longer the case." He all but accused her, the gall of this woman to challenge him. Amelia simply brushed it off as if it was dust on her sleeve.

"You assume too much Dumbledore. Ministers of the past were spineless men that were easily swayed, bribed, and manipulate. Rufus may have his faults, but he is his own man. I myself have always had a problem with you interfering in MLE affairs. I didn't have a say in that decision then. I do now. I am not encumbered with hero worship or in the belief that there are only Light and Dark Wizards. I've learned through my line of work that most run the spectrum. Voldemort may be as evil as they come, but you are not as untainted as you lead everyone to believe. So save your benevolent act for the idiotic masses."

"It would be wise to take care not to burn too many bridges Amelia. You don't want to be standing on the wrong side of the ravine. Cornelius made that mistake and look what that got him." Dumbledore advised/threatened. Alastor had enough of playing nice. If she couldn't see the right choice to make, then she was an obstacle. He had a very effective way of dealing with obstacles. Wand in hand he turned it in Bone's direction. With her neutralized they could get everything they needed from the Marauder.

"Have you forgotten everything this man has done for the Wizarding World? Are you ready to risk everything on these Marauder upstarts? They hide their faces just like the Death Eaters. For Merlin sake woman use your head they could very well be them in disguise! If you won't make the right choice, then I'll do it for y-." Moody never finished his rant as Amelia hit him with a silent Body Binding Curse without breaking eye contact with Dumbledore.

"Take you killer and leave my crime scene. He no longer has the right to be here. He has made his choice and I have made mine." Madame Bones ordered him through clenched teeth. She could have let him try and curse her, but it was too great of a risk with Dumbledore standing in front of her. Arresting Moody would have been pointless because she knew he would just escape and the manhunt would only have wasted her already stretched recourses. The undetectable tracking device she had implanted in him during his last physical would let her keep tabs on him. Muggles were a crafty lot and she wasn't above using their science to her advantage.

"Now is not the time for rash actions Amelia. I beseech you to see reason. You must place your trust in the right people." Albus argued in an attempt to placate the woman's misgivings. She knew too much for her own good, and was too well respected in the Wizarding Community to simply discredit. He didn't need her as an enemy.

"I have a short list of people I trust Dumbledore. Neither of you were ever on it."

In response to Narcissa's actions against her now very dead husband, several bullets were about to be heading at her. She knew that this was how the Muggle police would react. She had hoped to Aspirate away before they did, but in her gut she knew she wouldn't be that lucky. Lucius had to be stopped permanently, and if this was the price, so be it. She closed her eyes and awaited her fate at the hands of the Muggles, when she heard their weapons fire.

"IMMOBULUS MAXUMUS!"

Narcissa opened her eyes to see seven bullets floating inches away from reaching their target. The muggle authorities were trapped in the Freezing Charm as well. She took in a large breath and found the air tasted sweeter than chocolate. She couldn't help but throw her head back and start laughing, though it was soft and quiet at first it grew to be loud and boisterous. Perhaps justice wasn't so blind after all.

To anyone else the woman's actions may have led them to believe she was a homicidal maniac. Charlie Weasley knew better. He still remembered the first time he almost got eaten by a Mongolian Saberclaw Dragon. He broke into a fit of laughter much like this one. To him it was a rebirth, and a baptism into a life of his choosing. He would let the woman have her moment. From what he could tell she had thoroughly earned it.

Before Narcissa realized it, she started to do the very victory dance that she had mocked Lily for earlier that day. The act itself was surprisingly uplifting, and gave her a warm giggling feeling. It was an alien sensation to her, but she had to admit she could defiantly get used to it.

"Why is it that all the hot Witches are completely mental?" Charlie laughed out as he strolled up as though he hadn't a care in the world. Narcissa blushed crimson when she realized that she was being watched. She couldn't help but look sheepishly at him. Charlie walked through the area unaffected by the charm and extended his hand to her. She gave him a quick curtsy and accepted his hand. He then led her out of the area.

"Why wasn't I caught in it as well?" She asked him as they cleared the area. Her eyes looked him from top to bottom before she could stop herself.

"That spell is my bread and butter in the line of work that I do. I've perfected it over the years." Charlie told her and showed no signs that he was bothered by it. In fact he grinned a little.

"And what line of work are you in, aside from assisting Witches in distress." Narcissa asked as she unknowingly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear exposing her cream colored neck.

"Assisting? I do believe that I saved that lovely arse of yours. You're welcome by the way." Charlie retorted as he walked back into the area and collected the floating bullets. Narcissa rolled her eyes as she went over to the first Muggle and Obliviated him.

"My, aren't you being full of yourself tonight. I had the situation completely under control I'll have you know." She told him as she moved to the next. Cocky git.

"Do you charge admission into that fantasy world you live in? That is unless your goal was to become a target dummy. If that is the case them I apologize. You would have succeeded brilliantly," Charlie said over his shoulder as he Obliviated another Muggle.

"Don't take that tone with me. You don't know me or what I've been through. He deserved to die, he was a monster. He did all this destruction just to kill one innocent child. I will be damned if I let him sneak his way out of this one. I should have killed his worthless arse on our wedding night." Narcissa cursed herself for revealing too much to a total stranger. True he did save her, but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself just yet. She supposed that she did owe him some explanation, and it could be therapeutic as Lily often said. It wasn't like she couldn't Obliviate him when she was done.

"Not a chocolate and flowers kind of bloke I take it?" Charlie joked as he Obliviated the last one.

"You could say that again." Narcissa laughed out, as she walked up to him. "Although, that's rather cliché if you ask me, do Witches actually fall for that?" She asked with a raised brow.

"You would be surprised just how often they do." Charlie grinned back at her. "Again with the eye rolling, have you been talking to my sister?"

"You probably slipped them a Love Potion in the chocolate." She accused him with a smirk. Taking it as a challenge Charlie gathered her up in his arms and planted a toe curling kiss on her lips. He didn't need a love potion to get into a Witch's knickers. A bold move considering he had just seen her kill her ex-husband dead bang, but his honor was at stake. One hand was on the small of her back and the other caressed the sensitive skin of the back of her neck. Narcissa was taken aback by the brash move initially, but soon was kissing him back. He was far better at this than Lucius ever was. So much better that she deepened the kiss. It had been such a long while since she had a good one. Perhaps it was time to get her sea legs back like Lily told her.

"Fair point." She admitted once she got some proper air in her lungs. When did she wrap one of her legs around his?

"The children are safe and I say let the ministry clean up the rest. I've got an address on where to take you, so let's call it a night shall we?"

"Okay" Narcissa answered still a little dazed from the kiss. With her still wrapped in his arms Charlie Appirated them away.

There weren't many things that still shocked Harry anymore. That was until he followed Ginny into the Room of Requirement and found a Healers Surgery Room. It was fully loaded with everything that they could possibly need to help his Aunt. Next to the Operating table was a red-haired woman who he guessed was close to his mum's age. Her resemblance to Ginny was uncanny. The way she held herself told him that was an illusion. She had wisdom in her eyes that only a long life could have filled it up with.

"Hurry, children time is our enemy tonight, and I refuse to let her win." Dilys waved them over to her. "I'll just leave the introduction to my lovely descendant. The old girl has work to do."

Harry was at a complete loss of words for a change. He levitated his Aunt onto the table. Dilys wasted no time and went straight to work.

"Harry this is Dilys Derwent, and she's my many Great Grand-mum. It was her vault I claimed the other day. She and a few of the other portraits have broken from Dumbledore. Not all of them mind you, but we have our spies in his office. But that's not really important right now, your Aunt is."

"If this woman is of your blood than I need you to step back and let me and Ginny work on her." Dilys told him as her eyes never left Petunia.

"My mum sent her to me. She's my responsibility, and I'm not built to just stand on the sidelines." Harry huffed out, slightly irritated that he was being dismissed.

"I don't doubt that young man, but it's hard to walk with you're knickers are in a knot."

"Huh?"

"You're too close to this Harry. Let us help her." Ginny told him as she went over to the other side of the table to assist Dilys. Harry didn't like it, but she was right. He was second guessing everything he did. His Aunts best chance for survival was now in the hands of these two women.

"Sweet Merlin, are these burns caused by Fiendfyre?" The former Headmistress asked.

"That is one of the curses that lot is fond of I hear." Ginny answered as the two shared a look. Harry didn't miss it, and he knew thing were looking grim.

"Did you collect my Spell Book from the vault?" Dilys asked in a rushed voice. Ginny's eyes lit up and she ran over to her bag. It only took her a few seconds to find it. She rushed back over to Dilys. The seasoned Witch opened the book and quickly found the very page she needed. After a few moments she stepped back and swore to herself. "Dammit!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked from where he was standing. He hated taking a backseat, always did. He needed to do something other than pace.

"She has no Magical Core. That limits what I could do for her. The room may give me a physical form, but I have no magic in here. Ginny I will instruct you on what to do." Dilys told Harry in a sad voice. Ginny nodded her head and the two of them went to it. Harry could see why she was such a good Headmistress. She directed Ginny in a calm and reassuring voice. Fury had never done anything like this before, yet she showed no signs of doubt or frustration. The two worked together as if they had been doing it all their lives. A minute turned into an hour before Harry heard the door open and his mum rush in with Vonda.

Harry rushed to her and wrapped her in a hug that almost took all the air out of her. Lily tried to look past her son for a glimpse at her sister, but his size prevented it. She knew that it was bad by Harry's reaction to her presence. Lily breathed in and accepted the comfort her son was giving her with a sob.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Harry asked with a voice full of concern. She rubbed the top of his head like when he was a little boy. It was their unspoken ways of letting each other know what was usually too hard to say at the moment. They would talk later, cry, maybe even scream it out, but for now they would draw on the each others strength as they always did.

"This is my fault. If I hadn't angered Uncle Vernon that day, you and Aunt Tuney wouldn't have had a falling out. She could have come to us about Emma. She could have grown up with a family that loved her. Not that cold Orphanage. Aunt Tuney wouldn't be-"

"Stop it! Not one more word young man! The grown ups were acting like children that day. None of this is your fault do you hear me. Tuney was trying to tell me something when everything went to hell. All you tried to do was go up stairs and big, dumb, and tubby freaked out."

"I just remember feeling an uncontrollable need to go up stairs."

"I think Emma was calling out to you through her magic. Don't look at me like I'm mental. The first thing you did when you got here was sit down with a girl you never met and formed a bond. You gave her a House of Potter Pendant for protection, and everything you've done since then suggest differently." Lily explained to her doubtful son. He went to argue more but couldn't dispute her logic. Coincidence or Magic did it really matter? In his heart he knew he would kill to protect Emma.

"Why were we even there in the first place? We we're on the run at the time?" Harry asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Tuney and I worked out a way to keep in touch after my Mum and Dad died." Lily told him, and then her eyes went wide and she smacked her forehead. "I'm such an idiot! Vonda go to my Mum's grave and look under the Secret Stone. Then go to my room and get the photo album when I and Tuney were young. I'll meet you in the Gryffindor Common Room." Lily asked her house elf. Once she was gone she turned back to her son. "Your Aunt will be under the effects of an Oblivation Charm. I need you to remove it if were going to get to the bottom of this. I can't help my sister right now, but I can help my niece. It's high time we had a proper introduction." Harry nodded and moved over to where his aunt laid.

"How much time does she have?" He asked Dilys as soon as his mum was out of the room. Every sense he had told him that they were fighting a losing battle. Dilys had faced this situation so many times she thought she was numb to the emotional outcry of her patients relatives. She was very wrong. He was keeping his emotions in check, for his mum she guessed. Ginny looked up from the task she had assigned her. Her eyes confirmed what he already knew.

"You must not give up hope." Dilys tried to reassure him, but her words felt empty even to her.

"Don't try lying to him. We can smell it. I just don't understand how your mum didn't?" Ginny told her, but still worked diligently on Harry's aunt. Dilys bowed her head.

"She did. Why do you think she's going to get Emma?" Harry sounded hallow when he said it.

"Ten minutes at best. I seriously don't know how she's still alive." Dilys confessed.

"Then I better get started," Harry said before he probed into his aunt's mind.

Charlie Appirated Narcissa and himself on the street across from Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He looked up and down the street to make sure it was deserted. Narcissa cleared her throat, but he paid no attention to it. He reached into the pocked of his robe for the scrap of paper that woman gave him. Again she cleared her throat, and again he ignored it.

"Just hold a sec will ya, I've got it here somewhere." He told her as he reached deeper into his robe. Only when he felt a warm hand on his cheek did he look at her. She had one brow raised and a smirk on her face.

"I think you can let go of me now." Narcissa suggested in an amused voice. Charlie then realized that he still had one arm around her waist, and how soft and warm her body felt. He quickly let go of her and blushed while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry about that, hadn't noticed."

"Wasn't complaining, just stating the obvious. Don't worry about the address. I've been here before." She told him over her shoulder with a wink. She waved her wand and her house appeared to them. She walked across the street and up the stairs. Charlie followed her with enough distance to take in the grace of her movements.

"Fidelius Charm nice, so whose house is this anyway?" Charlie asked as he wished she wasn't wearing a robe.

"Mine" She answers as she opened her front door and motioned him in. Because the hallway was so narrow he couldn't help but brush up against her as he entered her home. Not that she minded all that much, he was all muscle.

"I suppose you will be wanting this back?" He asked her as he went to hand her the scrap of parchment he was given.

"Did I ask for it back?"

"No"

"Then stop assuming." She told him over her shoulder as she led them down the hall. From the kitchen they could hear someone ranting. It didn't take her long to figure who it was. She looked back at Charlie. "Whatever you do, don't make eye contact. At least until she gets it out of her system." Taking a deep breath Narcissa steeled herself and opened the door to face the wrath of her niece.

"What the hell was she thinking going after Malfoy by herself? If mum don't kill her I will. At least Lily was able to capture that Death Eater. Sirius is with her now; with any luck rip every piece of intel from the twisted bitches mind." Tonks yelled at her husband as she paced the room. He didn't dare look up at her or express an opinion. Her pregnancy hormones were in full swing, and it was best to just wait out the storm.

"Oh good, were just in time for the questions and answers part of the evening." Narcissa joked and regretted it the moment Tonks head snapped in her direction.

"Oh look who decided to grace us with her company!"

"I told you to switch her to decaf Remus. Now we're going to have to listen to this all night." Narcissa countered with a raised brow and knowing smirk, that comment did nothing for Tonks mood, nor did the badly repressed laugh from the man behind her leaning in the shadows of the doorway.

"Been saying that for years." He said as he entered the kitchen completely. Tonks eyes shot open wide as she recognized Charlie Weasley. He looked alot different than the last time she had seen him. Handling Dragons had done wonders for his physique. The wild looking Weasley red goatee he was sporting was defiantly working for him. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind.

"What the hell happened tonight? Mum called for help, St. Mungo's had an all out battle, and Arthur sent word that Dumbledore's in the mix, plus Lily and you go all rogue on us. Wasn't it you two that made the bloody rule to never go without backup?"

"Let me check on someone first, then I'll tell you everything I discovered." Narcissa asked and Tonks nodded in agreement after she took a deep breath. "Oh, and that is Charles Weasley. I let him assist me earlier, and he's a fair kisser."

Narcissa dropped that bomb with a repressed laugh and went to check on Adam. She knew what room Dobby would have taken the boy. When she entered the room she saw him sleeping peacefully in the bed, with Dobby sitting in the chair next to him. Once her loyal house elf saw his Mistress, he launched across the room and hugged her leg tightly. It took her a few minutes to calm him. After she had, he told her that he had used his magic to make him sleep until she was ready to talk to him and explain everything. She thanked him and returned to the kitchen

Charlie was leaning against a wall looking rather annoyed. The moment Narcissa left the room Tonks had drilled him about his involvement. He wasn't being very forthcoming so Remus decided to make small talk with him so she could settle down. The man had no clue that they had taken each other's virginity in their sixth year. If that wasn't uncomfortable enough, he had his ex-girlfriend silently drilling holes into him with her eyes.

Cissy reentered the kitchen and sat down at the table. She took a moment and then told the whole story. Remus seemed to be the only one listening to her. Tonks strolled over to Charlie with an accusing stare. Charlie braced for impact.

"Care to tell me what was running through your head when you were Snogging my aunt?" Tonks opened with a question/accusation combo.

"I don't see how that's any of your business Mrs. Lupin, but if you must know I was wondering if she was wearing any knickers. Happy?" Charlie countered bitterly. They had parted on good terms, but that didn't mean that old wounds didn't flair up every once and again. Tonks was about to return fire when her mum came through the floo, followed closely by Charlie's dad.

"Oh dear." They both said at the same time, after giving the other a look. She stepped away from Charlie with a look that said they were not done with that particular conversation.

Once Andy saw Cissy talking to Remus, she let out a sigh of relief. She rushed over to Charlie and gave him a hug. Andy then thanked him for going after her sister.

"Cissy, good you and Andy are back. Carrow's ready and it looks like she has a Guardian in her head. I'll deal with that. Cissy you're going in with me since you know what we're looking for. Andy you're going to be our anchor, and Tonks you'll collect the memories." Sirius said from the door he just came through. The daughters of the house of Black all nodded and followed their Head of the House out of the room.

Narcissa observed an awkward silence coming from Remus and Charlie as she was leaving the room. Sometimes it must suck to have a wolf's hearing. She rolled her eyes, men could be such boys.

It took about an hour to get all the information from Carrow's mind. When they returned to the kitchen, Remus and Charlie were laughing and comparing Tonks stories. Something that she did not like one bit.

Sirius then revealed what they had learned from their unwanted guest. She had turned out to be an endless well of information, names, locations, everything they needed to bring them down. Most importantly they discovered who was responsible for Emma being taken from her mother.

"Professor?" Emma asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes at the woman standing next to her bed. It was Harry's mum, but the usually fresh and cheerful looking Charms Professor was replaced with one that looked exhausted both physically and mentally.

"May I please sit?" Lily asked her. Emma nodded and pushed herself up so her back was resting against the headboard. She noticed that the woman had a letter in one of her hands, and a photo album in the other. Lily gave her a week smile as she climbed onto the bed and sat across from Emma with her legs crossed.

"Are you alright Professor?" Emma asked with her face dripping with concern. Something happened, she could feel it. "Is Harry hurt or something?"

"We've had better nights, I can tell you that. May I see your wand please?" Lily answered and asked with an out reached hand. Emma reached under her pillow and her hand reemerged with her new wand. She reluctantly handed it over to her Professor. Lily smiled at it with a far off look as she ran her fingers along its length. "I still can remember the day I bought this from Olivander's." She told Emma then waved it and casted a Privacy Charm around the bed. The first year's mouth fell onto her lap. Harry had told her it was his starter wand, but this just blew her away.

"Harry never told me that use to be yours." She told Lily in complete shock which made Lily sigh heavily and shake her head side to side. Lily handed her the photo album. Emma took the hint and lazily thumbed through it. It had pictures of Lily when she was younger. Most of them were her and a blond older looking girl. They seemed happy and carefree in them.

"The thing about my son is…he has this compulsive need to protect those that are precious to him. Don't get me wrong that is an admirable quality to have. He gets that from his father I'm afraid. It can however be very taxing on the ones he tries to protect."

"This is about my wand right?" Emma asked as she continued to look through the album. She was now looking at ones that were of Lily as a teenager.

"Do you know what a Blood Rune does to a wand?" Lily asked Emma as she wondered how anyone would want to harm such an angelic child.

"Sure, Harry told me that it makes so tha-" Emma's last word froze in her mouth, as she recognized the woman standing next to Lily in a Wedding Picture. She was an older version of the blond girl with Lily in many of the pictures. Her head snapped up at Lily with wide open eyes.

"Only someone you share blood with can use it." Lily finished for her. Emma said nothing in response; she just looked at her aunt with an unreadable expression. "If I had known that I had a niece. Not even an army of Dementors would have kept me out of your life. I wan-" She was stopped mid sentence when Emma launched into Lily's arms. The girl sobbed powerfully on her, but she didn't mind a bit. Lily just ran her fingers through Emma's now dark red hair. Lily singing a song that her own mum, use to do for her to chase away the dark shadows.

Explanation would come in time. It would be hard, but they would get through it together. Emma would never be alone again. Later Lily would tell Sirius that this was the moment that she opened a closed part of her heart, the part that belonged to James alone. She felt his presence all around her and heard a whisper in her ear. She needs your love more than I, and you need hers as well. Be my fiery Gryffindor and claim it. Lily Potter gave a small laugh. That was so very James of him. She let go of her past and seize hold of a future with a sense of optimism.

Emma was enjoying the way Lily ran her fingers through her hair. It was an odd feeling to her. She couldn't remember anyone ever comforting her in such a way. She supposed her mum did once upon a time. If she had Emma didn't remember it. There was very little she still remembered about the woman. Just what her mum looked like plus a few other things that she could never hold on to for more than a few seconds. None of that mattered to her now. All she knew was that she felt protected, wanted, and oddly enough needed. It gave her hope.

"So what's this?" Emma asked as she fingered the letter in her aunt's hand. Lily positioned them so they were both resting their back against the headboard.

"I assume that Tonks told you what the Ministry does to a Metamorphmagi that are Muggle-born." Lily asked, and got a sad nod as an answer. "I know that you must have a lot of rage in you about that. You have every right to have that. I'm furious myself. Trust me Emma there will be a reckoning of biblical proportion coming to the ones responsible, but I'm asking you to put that anger aside for the moment. This letter might shed some light on to whom truly deserved our wrath. I thought that we should read it together." Lily advised her with nothing but understanding in her voice. At that moment Emma envied Harry for having this amazing woman to guide him all his life. She hoped Lily could be there for her as well. Emma nodded in agreement to her aunt's suggestion. Lily opened her sister's letter and they read it together.

Lily,

First I want to apologize for what that pathetic excuse of a husband said to little Harry. He did nothing wrong. I would also like to apologize to you for not standing up for you and your son like a good big sister should have done. Perhaps I tolerated his less attractive character flaw, because I didn't think I could make it on my own. Not that it matters anymore now. Dead weight was all he ever was.

It would probably please you that we've split. He took Dudley and left. The reason for that is part of the reason I'm writing you. You see, I had a daughter. That's right little sis, you an aunt again. She came out looking just like you. Red hair, green eyes, and a cute little button nose. Then her hair and eyes changed to my color the moment I held her. I knew she was just like you. I knew it was magic and it didn't matter to me. She was my sweet little angel. I don't think I could have loved anything more than my precious Emma.

I was able to keep her specialness away from Vernon and Dudley for awhile. I knew it was only a matter of time before he discovered it. That's when I first contacted you. I knew you had Vonda checking the Secret Stone like you promised me she would. We both know how that turned out.

Shortly after that happened, Emma changed her appearance in front of him. The bastard demanded we drop her off at an Orphanage. Of course I refused. He told me it was her or him. Like that was a difficult choice. The funny thing is I didn't really need him as much as I thought I did. Not that it isn't a struggle. Money is always tight, but don't care. Just one look into her beautiful eyes full of wonder and unconditional love, and I knew I made the right choice.

I don't plan on making the same mistakes I did with Dudley. I know I can't teach her how to be a Witch. I wouldn't know where to start, but you would. I found one of your old school books. In it I discovered what my little girl is a Metamorphmagus. I know what will happen to her and me if she is discovered.

This is my thirty-second letter I've left for you, and I will replace this one with another next week. Please help me and Emma. I don't want to lose her. I can't lose her.

Love,

Petunia

Lily and Emma were both crying when the last word was read. Emma couldn't believe it. She thought for the longest time that her mum didn't want her. She hated her for that, but she was wrong. Plus Professor Potter was her aunt, which would make Harry her cousin. It felt wrong to her. Harry always felt like a brother to her. The one she should have had.

This was all too much for her, and Emma started to hyperventilate. Acting quickly Lily conjured a small bag, and put it over her mouth. Lily randomly thought that it was odd that no one ever invented a charm to fix hyperventilation.

"Just breathe Emma, you'll be fine. Focus on that, in and out ,you're doing good it will pass. No matter what happens from here on, I want you to know something. You are my niece and I love you very much. Harry and I will always be there for you. Sirius too, but that might be a deal breaker." Lily joked. Her DADA Professor was the coolest as Professors go, defiantly not a deal breaker. Emma pulled the bag away and looked at her aunt Lily hard.

"You won't ditch me?" Emma asked just to be sure that this was real.

"Ditch you?" Lily asked surprised that Emma would ever think she would. She would have to work on her niece's self-esteem. She gently tilted Emma's head up so she could look her in the eyes. "Sweetie, I would die for you."

"It's time Harry." Ginny whispered as she gently rubbed the back of his hand. She needed the connection to him. She was so sure that Dilys would have been able to heal Harry aunt. After everything he had done for her. She wanted to be able to do this for him, but she failed. Harry's face softened upon contact. She hoped that was a good sign.

It was short lived, for as soon as he had completely pulled out of his aunts mind. He had a look of rage on his face. His eyes told a different story. Ginny didn't know how she was able to read him so well, but she could and it was all in his eyes. They looked haunted; whatever he saw in there was tearing him apart.

Harry felt fury, guilt, and anguish for what Emma and his aunt were robbed of. The need to howl and rip something apart was unbearable. The face of the woman responsible for all that was forever burned in his mind. Emma and aunt Tuney would have their justice, but that would have to wait. He forced himself to push it all the way down. He had a more important job to do.

Harry looked over at Ginny and mouthed thank you. He knew that his aunt was never going to wake back up. She was holding on for Emma and his mum. For years he had miss judged this woman and that was a cross he would have to endure. He had let go of any residual resentment he had for her. It felt so petty and trivial now. His mum, Emma, and aunt Tuney needed closure. He closed his eyes and thought about what he needed. The table Petunia was laid on turned into a plush comfortable bed. Next a pensieve exactly like his appeared next to him.

"Duncan"

"Yes Master Harry?"

"Please go collect my mum and Emma." Harry asked in a weak voice. The moment his house elf was gone, Harry placed a Glamour Charm on Petunia, she would keep her dignity in death. He also didn't want that to be last image that Emma and his mum would have of her. A chair appeared between the bed and the pensieve. Harry dropped on it with a heavy sign. He looked at Ginny, and she saw the determination in his eyes.

"No matter what happens, the connection can't be broken. Swear to me you won't break the connection." He asked her, but she has hesitant to respond. "Please Gin. Emma deserves to know her mum."

"What? She's Emma's mum?"

"I'll explain latter, just please help me?" Harry pleaded with her. Against her better judgment she agreed.

Harry pulled out a ceremonial silver dagger and cut both his palms, and started chanting something in Latin. The blood pooling in his palms started glowing. He placed one hand on Petunia's head and the other in the pensieve.

The next moment the room changed into a scene of a park. Petunia was looked as she normally did on a bench. Not far away was a four year old Emma swinging and giggling. Petunia had a happy content look on her face. Ginny guessed she was seeing a memory that was until she saw Harry walk over to her and kneel down in front of her. She looked back at where Harry was a moment ago. He was still there, so the other Harry must be a projection of some sort.

"That bad huh?" Petunia joked as she reaches out and messed up his hair. He had almost forgotten that she use to do that to him. A tear ran down Harry's face, and she wiped it away for him. "You look like your dad."

"Emma has your smile." Harry told her.

"You found her? Thank god! I was so worried." She sobbed out. Lily must have found the letter she hid for her.

"We kind of found each other." Harry's voice cracked and he fought to get it under control, but failed the next time he spoke. "I should have sought you out the moment I suspected who she was. Please fo-" Petunia put a finger over his mouth to stop him from continuing.

"Pish Posh, Let's not waste time on misplaced regret," Petunia corrected him just like his mum would have been doing if she was here. "I would much rather you tell me about my little girl instead."

Harry started to tell her all about Emma, and found that the weight threading to crush his heart lightened considerably. Petunia listened with a satisfied smile. She could tell he was just elbows over knees about her. She knew in her heart he would never abandon her. That made the passing a little more bearable.

"I want you to be the one to walk her down the aisle." Petunia interrupted Harry. It was like all the air in his body left him. He couldn't put in words what he was felling at that moment. "Let her find her own way, but help her up when she falls." This time it was her voice that wavered. Harry nodded because he was too overwhelmed by his aunt's trust.

A pop alerted them to the new presence of Duncan, Lily, and Emma. Petunia stood up and looked at the red haired child standing next to her sister. The child took a tentative step to her, but stopped. Lily leaned down and whispered something in her ear to which Emma nodded hurriedly. Lily sent her on her way with a pat to the bum.

At first Emma walked over at a fast pace, but it turned into a run as her hair and eyes changed to match her mums. Petunia ran to her as well and wrapped her up in her arms tightly. Mother and daughter reunited, and time stood still for that moment. Lily stood back and burned the image to her memory.

"Let me have a proper look at you?" Petunia asked Emma once she set her back down. She took a step back and twirled her finger and her daughter rolled her eyes at the request. Secretly she reveled in it. Emma gave her a spin none the less. Lily let out a laugh and fought her desire to go over to them. This was their time and it was fleeting at best. She looked past them to where her son was only to see he was no longer there.

"I've missed you so much sweetheart." Petunia croaked out as tears started running down her cheeks. Any uncertainty Emma had that her mum didn't want her were washed away in the way she looked at her, and the tone of her voice. Soon Emma's joined her mum in a well needed cry.

"I love you mum." Words she never thought she would ever say escaped Emma's mouth as if it was as natural as breathing. Lily was reminded of the resilience and purity of a child's heart.

"I've loved you from the moment that you first drew breath and even after I no longer do. You have brought me such joy, and every second I had with you has been the most precious of gifts." Petunia told her as her heart overflowed at her daughter's declaration.

"NO! Don't say goodbye, not yet! Mummy please, I want more time!" Emma begged as she clutched onto Petunia as if that would keep her mum with her. Her aunt had told her the situation and at the time she thought she could have handled it. She had viewed it as a duty to give her a farewell. She never thought she would have let her into her heart so completely, and now it was being ripped apart. She felt like she was drowning in repressed emotion.

"I want more time too Sweetheart. More than you could possibly know." She told her daughter. Petunia looked over to where her body was, and saw a red haired girl shove a potion down the throat of her now pale looking nephew. "Look Emma, do you see your cousin over there? He is suffering so that we can have this time, and I want to be so very selfish. That he would do such a thing should tell you just how much he loves you. He would die for you, but I'm not about to put that to the test. Are you?" Petunia asked as she pointed at Harry. Emma eyes followed the direction she was pointing and gasped.

"No" She answered her mum.

"That's my precious little girl," Petunia said and then moved Emma's face so she was looking back at her. "I can say good bye because I know you will be loved and looked after. Because I know my sister will be there to guide and Harry to protect you. They will help you become a beautiful, confident, powerful woman, and Witch." That's when Petunia's voice betrayed her. "And if one day you call Lily mum…its okay. She's a real good one, and it would mean the world to her. I know you have enough love in your heart for the both of us." Petunia told her in earnest. She then motioned Lily over.

"I love you Lily. Please watch over Emma for me?"

"I love you too Tuney, and it would be an honor." Lily told her as tears flowed freely down her face. Petunia reached out her hand, and Lily grabbed it quickly. Petunia pulled her little sister into a fierce hug. What she had whispered into Lily's ear made her cry out. Lily never told anyone what her sister had said except one, and she only told Emma on her wedding day. Petunia gave Emma a kiss good bye and then she backed away. With one final wave to her daughter and sister she was gone.