Author's Notes: First of all, I want to thank everyone who has been reviewing this story. Second, to the person who flamed my story..you will remain nameless..but you know who you are...I don't like flames..they are not nice or helpful at all. If you read my story and don't like it that's your choice, but don't flame it. Just keep your flames to yourself. Tell me you don't like and move on.
Author's Notes 2: I'm sorry this has taken so long to update. I just started a new job and I haven't had much me time to do what I wanted to do..lol, but here's the next chapter for everyone to read, and I hope still enjoy.
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Chapter Three: Death Becomes Her....Not
Days turned into weeks with no word from either Sirius or Remus. Harry was starting to worry about his Godfather. Was he all right? Had the Ministry finally caught him? Was he on a mission for Dumbledore? So many questions and no answer for any of them.
In the time since Draco told him they were twin brothers, Harry's relationship with him had grown Harry noticed. He also noticed Ron and Hermione's feelings toward Draco had also changed. They were no longer a team of three but a team of four. Smiling, Harry remembered the recent conversation he had with Hermione.
"You know Harry, it's a bit unfair."
"What are you talking about?"
"This little group we have. I'm the only girl in it."
"Think back to when my Mum and Dad were in school. They were part of the Marauders and Mum was the only girl in the group. That's what we have here without the traitor. Draco completes the group."
Smiling, Hermione playfully hit Harry on the arm. "I didn't think of it that way."
"I didn't think you did."
It was then the four of them decided it was time for the next generation of Marauders to appear at Hogwarts. It was also when Harry told Draco about the DNA test.
Smiling, Draco nodded his head. "I don't blame you, Harry. I would do the same thing to make sure I wasn't being tricked."
"So you aren't angry?"
"Of course not. If it proves what I heard was a lie it wouldn't matter to me. I've changed for the better and I'm not planning on changing back to the way I was."
"That's good to hear. I was wondering something though. Why didn't you want anyone else to know we could be family?"
"Because of Voldemort. He has his spies everywhere. If he found out I knew the truth then he could use me to get to you."
"That's understandable, but with school starting tonight won't he find out anyway? I mean you will still be hanging out with Ron, Mione, and I won't you? We aren't going to stop being friends because of the chance he might find out right?"
"I will when it's safe. Listen Harry, I want you to tell Ron and Hermione to ignore the way I act toward them. I'm not going back to my old ways, I'm only going to act like I am. Lucius is smart, but may be I didn't show my hand with my behavior in Diagon Alley."
"I'm sure you did, but you can play it off like you were trying to get close to me so you could spy for Voldemort."
"Harry, that's a brilliant idea. It would probably work too."
"I'm sure it would. Oh about the DNA test the only person who can do it to make sure its not tampered with is Madame Pompfry."
"I agree. I'm sure we can pass it off as a school assignment."
Nodding his head, Harry smiled. "Hopefully the friend I contacted will have something of my parents that have some DNA on it."
"I hope so."
"I hear our classmates. We better head into the Great Hall."
"Yeah, and Harry remember what I said."
"I will. I'll tell Ron and Hermione now."
"All right," Draco said walking over to the Slytherin Table.
Sitting down beside Ron and Hermione, Harry quickly told them the plan. Giving Draco a thumbs up signal, he watched the nod and smile instantly vanish from Draco's face. In its place was a frown and an evil stare.
"Harry, are you sure he's only acting?"
Looking closely at Draco, Harry saw the thumbs up signal from under the Slytherin Table. "Yes, I'm positive. He's only acting."
"That's a relief. The look on his face just gives me the creeps," Ron said shivering as tingles went down his spine.
Chuckling, Harry nodded his head. "I know what you mean. He defiantly has had practice making those faces."
"You're telling me," Ron said as the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh year students made their way to their tables.
Harry wasn't surprised that no one was speaking to him. They were too worried he would blow up about Cedric. It was strange how quickly the nightmares disappeared. Not once in the last few weeks had he had one nightmare or had his scar burn. He was both thankful and worried over this fact. What was Voldemort up to? Would he be able to stop him again, and if so would he be lucky once again to walk away alive? Would his friends and brother live through the final battle as well? He didn't know the answers and in a way he really didn't want to find out any time soon.
"Earth to, Harry."
Looking over at Hermione, Harry smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Mione. What did you say?"
"I said you could eat now. Where were you at anyway? I've been trying to get your attention for the last few minutes."
"I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind," Harry said as he picked up his fork.
"I can see that. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Okay, but if you need...."
Smiling, Harry nodded his head as he leaned over and planted a kiss on Hermione's forehead. "I know where to find you. I promise I won't hold it in. I'll come talk to you or Ron."
"All right," she said turning her attention back to her plate and ignoring the stares she was receiving from the rest of the Gryffindor girls especially Ginny Weasley.
Looking over at the Head Table, Harry noticed one teacher he didn't expect to see sitting there. "Hey Hermione, look who's back at Hogwarts."
Looking up, Hermione gave a surprised gasp. "Professor Lupin? I thought Malfoy made sure he wouldn't teach here again because of his monthly problem?"
"I don't know? Maybe he found a cure?"
"I hope so, because if he hasn't he won't even get to step foot into the classroom tomorrow."
"We'll just have to wait and see, but from the looks of it a lot of people are smiling," Ron said joining the conversation.
After the feast, Ron, Hermione, and Harry made their way toward Lupin. Seeing his closest friends and best students, Remus smiled broadly. He was very excited and proud so many students were happy to see him. "Ron, Hermione, Harry, so glad to see you three."
"Not as glad as we are to see you, Professor. Are you teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again this year," Hermione asked eagerly.
"Of course. What other class would I be teaching?"
Laughing, all three Gryffindors shook their heads. It felt like their third year all over again minus the Dementors. Sensing someone behind him, Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned around.
"Well, if it isn't old Wolfie. What are you doing back here?"
Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Harry forced himself to frown. "Sod off, Malfoy! This doesn't concern you!"
Starring at Harry, Draco took a big breath to keep himself from smiling. "You think it doesn't, Potter? Just wait and see if this doesn't concern me," he said as he walked out of the now empty Great Hall.
Once the doors shut, the three teenagers burst into laughter. "I don't know how I kept a straight face," Harry said as he laughed.
"I know. I thought Draco was going to smile and spoil the whole thing," Ron said laughing just as hard as Harry and Hermione were laughing.
Looking from one teenager to the next, Remus scratched his head. "Um, am I missing something?"
"Oh yeah, you're missing a lot," Hermione said giggling again.
"Remus, did you and Snuffles receive my letter?"
"We did Harry, but we couldn't figure out why you wanted something like that."
"It's for an experiment, Professor. Do the two of you happen to have something?"
Smiling, Remus pulled out a small bag of hair. "This is your Dad's hair, Harry. You know how Snuffles is. He loves to play practical jokes, and his favorite joke was to transform into James."
"Using a Polyjuice Potion?"
"Don't tell me you three all ready know about it," Remus said laughing.
"We actually made a batch three years ago during the second opening of the Chamber of Secrets."
"I'm actually not surprised. You wouldn't be James' son if you didn't break the rules every now and then. Well, anyway after your parents died Snuffles couldn't bring himself to make the potion or part with the hair. In any event the hair now belongs to you, Harry," Remus said handing the bag to Harry.
"Thanks. This should be plenty for our experiment."
"Your welcome. Well, I need to get ready for class tomorrow. Good night."
"Oh what about your problem every month?"
Smiling, Remus shook his head. "I found a cure. I've been werewolf free since the beginning of the summer. I forgot I didn't tell you, but I've been very busy with Voldemort's rise again."
"That's okay. We understand. It's great news. We'll see you tomorrow in class," Harry said as Ron and Hermione nodded their heads.
"Right, well, good night," Remus said walking out of the Great Hall.
"This is perfect. Now all we have to do is find Draco and we can find out if he is my brother or not."
"Do you think Madam Pompfry will do it tonight? Besides we have our Prefect rounds to make, Harry."
"I know, but I have to at least ask her tonight. Come on, lets go find Draco. We'll see you in the Common Room, Ron."
"All right. You two had better behave too."
"Ha, ha, very funny, Ronald Weasley," Hermione said in a dry tone.
Smiling, Harry shook his head as all three of them left the Great Hall together and ran right smack into another body. Rubbing his forehead, Harry took a step back. "Draco, we were about to come look for you."
Rubbing his nose, Draco smiled. "I've been hiding outside the doors the whole time. So, are we off to the Hospital Wing?"
"It sounds like it. I'll catch up with you, Hermione."
"All right. Good luck you two."
"Thanks," Harry said waving to his girlfriend and best friend as he and Draco made their way to the Hospital Wing.
After begging then pleading, Madam Pompfry agreed to do the test that night. She had also made them promise to never wait until the night before to finish an assignment. An hour after they had walked into the Hospital Wing, Madam Pompfry finally emerged from the back room.
"I finally have the results of the DNA test."
"And? Are the two test subjects related?"
"Yes, they are related to each other. Who were the subjects?"
"Oh just two people we knew were related to each other."
"I see. I guess your assignment is now ready to be finished?"
"It is. Thank you for performing the test for us," Harry said smiling.
All he wanted to do was wake up the entire castle and tell them the good news. Stepping outside the Hospital Wing, the first thing both boys did was give each other a hug. Harry couldn't believe it. Finally knowing for sure made Harry's heart leap for joy.
"It's final then. You can't go by Malfoy any more," Harry said stepping back from his brother.
"I know. I never thought I would ever say this, but it feels good being a Potter."
"And it feels good having a brother. Do you think it's safe to tell Dumbledore? I mean you really can't stay in Slytherin now."
"We can trust Dumbledore. I know that, but I'm not sure about the rest of the school. I mean look at how much your life is thrown into the Daily Prophet. If it got out that I am your brother, then Voldemort will defiantly find out I know the truth."
"That's true. I didn't even think about the Daily Prophet."
"Not to mention if I switch houses that's really going to get people talking."
"You know what? I don't care."
"What?"
"I don't care if people talk. I don't care if Voldemort finds out we know the truth. I'm tired of living my life in fear of that monster. You're my brother, Draco. You are the only blood relative I have other than the Muggles who don't care about me, and I want everyone to know what I know. Harry Potter isn't the only Potter who lived."
"Voldemort will use me to get to you, Harry. I know he will."
"I'm sure he will, but it won't be until he breaks the link he and I share. That could take him years and that will just mean more lost time. I say fifteen years of missing time is enough don't you?"
Smiling, Draco nodded his head. "I think you're right. We can't live our lives in fear because then we wouldn't be living."
"Exactly what I was thinking. First thing in the morning we'll go to Professor Dumbledore and get you resorted."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you in the morning."
"See you," Harry said walking away to join Hermione on their Prefect rounds.
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"Wormtail! Wormtail, where are you hiding? Come when your Master calls you," Voldemort yelled listening to the echo his voice created.
Shaking with fear, Peter Pettigrew made his way into the main room of the Riddle house. "You called me, Master?"
"What do you call me yelling for you? Sometimes it surprises me you were ever a friend of James Potter. You have the courage of an ant. No, that's not true because ants are extremely brave, but you Wormtail, you have no ounce of courage in you. What about honor, Wormtail? I see none of that in you either. I wonder where that Gryffindor honor was when you willingly told me where the Potters were hiding."
Dropping his gaze, Peter felt his heart twist in his chest. The only time he felt guilty about what he had done was when Voldemort tormented him about it. It was funny how life treated you. He had betrayed James, yet his son sparred him. Now he was in debt to the teenager, but it was a debt he would never get to repay. Voldemort wanted the boy dead too bad. The only thing he could do was follow his Master and do his bidding.
"You're right, Master. I was never worthy enough to be in Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat thought otherwise."
"Yes, it did. Enough talk. There is a job I want you to do for me."
"Yes, Master. What is it you wish me to do?"
"Bring me the body of Lily Potter."
"Forgive my incompetence Master, but she's been dead for so long there won't be anything left by now but bones. Why do you want her skeleton?"
"Do not question me, Wormtail! Do as you are told! Go to Godrick Hollow and bring me Lily Potter's body," Voldemort yelled pointing his want at Peter.
"Y..y..yes, Master," Peter murmured running out of the room.
"Soon, Harry. Soon I will have what I need to finally finish you off once and for all."
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"MUM!"
"Harry? Harry, wake up!"
"Ron, would you quit yelling."
"Shut up, Dean. I'm trying to wake Harry up. He's having another nightmare."
"What? Guys, wake up. Come on get up. We need to wake Harry up."
"No, not her. Please not her! No, leave her alone!"
"What's he talking about," Neville asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I don't know, but I don't like it. Harry, wake up," Ron yelled shaking Harry's shoulder with no success. "Someone go get Draco."
"What? Why do you want that slimy Slytherin?"
"Stop asking questions and go!"
"All right! You don't have to have a bloody fit," Dean yelled getting to his feet. Opening the dorm door he jumped out of the way of someone running in. "How did you get in here, Malfoy?"
"Hermione let me in. It doesn't matter right now. Ron, we need to wake him up."
"I know that, but nothing is working. How did you know Harry needed you?"
"It's a twin thing. When I broke free of Lucius' brainwashing my link to Harry formed. Harry, come on, you have got to wake up," Draco said shaking Harry's shoulder.
With the single touch of Draco's hand, Harry's eyes snapped open. "Draco?"
"I'm right here, Harry."
"Twin? What is he talking about, Ron," Neville asked.
"Later, Neville. Are you all right, Harry? I couldn't wake you up."
"I'm okay Ron, thanks," Harry said sitting up and wiping his sweaty forehead.
"Harry, what were you dreaming about," Draco asked ignoring the weird looks he was receiving from the other boys in the room.
"It's Voldemort. He's sending Wormtail to get our mother's body."
"What? That's gross Harry, even for him."
"It's no worse than robbing his own father's grave, Ron. That was one of the elements in his rebirthing spell."
"Why would he want our mother though, Harry? It doesn't make any sense."
"The only answer I have is to bring her back from the dead, but that can't be done can it?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Draco frowned. He didn't like the sound of this one bit. What ever Voldemort was planning, he knew it was meant to lure Harry to the Dark Lord.
"We need to go see Dumbledore," Draco and Ron said at the same time.
Nodding his head, Harry shut his curtain after collecting his clothes. Stepping out fully dressed, he was about to say something when a sharp pain pierced his arm. Slamming his eyes shut, gritting his teeth, and grabbing his arm, Harry fell onto his bed. Seconds later the pain was gone, but Ron and Draco were at his side.
"What happened?"
"It looks like Voldemort is all ready trying to destroy the link he and I share."
"Okay, that's it. We really need to go now. We have to tell Dumbledore everything."
"He's right, Harry. We should have told him as soon as we figured it out," Ron said.
"All right."
"Harry, what in the bloody hell is going on," Neville yelled shocking his roommates.
"I'm sorry, Neville. I didn't know you cursed," Harry said before swallowing. "Sorry, off topic I know. To make a long story short, Draco's my twin brother and Voldemort is still trying to kill me. I think he is going to try to use our mother to do it. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, thank you. Though I can't see him being your twin brother."
"We have a DNA test to prove it. I'm a Potter," Draco said leading the way out of the boy's dorm room.
"It could have been tampered with."
"Dean, Madam Pompfry performed the test and I'm sure she put wards up to keep that from happening," Harry said over his shoulder.
"Harry, are you all right? When I heard Draco yelling outside the portrait door, I knew something was wrong."
"I'm fine, Mione. Voldemort is up to his old tricks again and he's going to try to use our mother in his plans," Harry said nodding his head toward Draco.
"Before you say it, we are going to see Dumbledore," Draco said smiling.
"Well, it's a good thing I don't have to convince you guys of that fact," she said stepping up to Harry and wrapping her arms around his waist.
Wrapping his own arms around Hermione, Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead. "No, you don't have to convince us to do that."
"It's about time," Hermione said as they all exited the Tower.
Turning around Draco smiled up at the portrait. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, but I had to get inside."
"Apology accepted, young man. I'm just doing my job," The Fat Lady said wiping her eyes.
"Quite understandable. I know the Gryffindors appreciate you and all you do for them."
"Yes, we do," Harry said. "You do an excellent job."
"Why thank you, Harry."
"Your welcome. We'll see you later."
"All right. You kids be good and have a good day in class."
"We will. Bye," Neville said waving as he ran to catch up with everyone else.
Reaching Dumbledore's office, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco waved good bye to the others. Looking at the Gargoyle, Harry wondered what the password was this year. It could be anything.
"Were you looking for me," Albus asked.
Turning around, the teenagers all nodded their heads. "Yes, sir, we needed to talk to you before our first class," Harry said quickly.
"I see. Why don't we all go inside then. Sugar Plum Fairy," Albus said as the Gargoyle jumped aside to allow them entrance.
Sitting down behind his desk, Albus looked closely at the four students in front of him. It was strange how quickly their friendship had developed. It seemed to him that it had happened over night. "Now, what is it you four would like to talk to me about?"
"Professor, I would like to be resorted. I've changed and I don't think I can stand another night in Slytherin."
"This comes as a surprise, Mr. Malfoy. Over the years it's seemed to me that Slytherin has been the best place for you."
"Yes, sir, it was before we found out the truth," Draco said nodding his head toward Harry.
"The truth? What are you talking about, dear boy?"
"The truth about Draco and me, Professor. He's my twin brother," Harry replied.
"Brother? No, it can't be true, Harry. I was there when you were born. Your parents would have known if there were two babies."
"We have a test that proves it's in fact true," Draco said holding out the test results of their DNA test.
"Who performed this test," Albus asked as he took the paper and looked it over.
"Madam Pompfry did it last night. Draco isn't a Malfoy, Professor. He is a Potter," Harry said with a nod of approval from Draco.
"I understand. Voldemort must have been stronger than we suspected if he was able to trick everyone into believing Harry was the Potter's only child. Come sit down Draco, and you will be resorted," Albus said rising to his feet and taking the Sorting Hat from its resting place.
"Didn't I sort everyone last night, Headmaster?"
"You have, but you have a student to resort."
"As you wish."
Chuckling, Albus placed the old hat on Draco's head. This would be very interesting to see. Would he be sorted back into Slytherin, or would be sorted into a completely different house?
"Ah, I remember you. I sorted you into Slytherin four years ago. I see you have changed quite a bit in that time. Slytherin no longer suits you. That is very clear to me, but where to put you now? Gryffindor used to be your enemy but now it's your brother? What's this I see?"
"It's true. Harry Potter is a Gryffindor and he used to be my enemy. The truth is he is my twin brother," Draco thought knowing the Sorting Hat would hear him.
"So we have two Potters instead of one. I know the perfect place for you."
"With my brother I hope," Draco thought hopefully.
Laughing inside Draco's ear, the Sorting Hat sighed. "I see how much brothers think alike. I do agree with both of you though. GRYFFINDOR!"
Smiling proudly, Draco stood up from the chair after the hat was lifted off of his head. He couldn't believe it. He never thought he would have a brother, and if he did he never thought it would be Harry Potter. On top of that, he never expected to be in any other house but Slytherin. Now that he was a Gryffindor, he found he liked the idea much better than being in Slytherin any day.
"Congratulations, Mr. Mal...I'm sorry, Potter. I'm afraid it is going to take some getting used to."
"Yes, sir. It is for me too," Draco said smiling.
"A welcomed change it seems."
"Yes, sir, it is."
"Now, was there anything else?"
"Yes, sir. I woke up this morning from a nightmare. I think Voldemort is going to have our mother's body stolen from her grave," Harry said stepping up beside Draco.
Frowning, Albus nodded his head. "Thank you for telling me, Harry. May be we still have time to keep that from happening."
"Thank you, sir. We would greatly appreciate that," Draco said.
"I'm sure you would, Draco. Now off you go while you still have time to eat breakfast."
"Yes, sir," the group of Gryffindors replied as they walked out of the office.
"You know, I didn't see Professor Snape last night. I bet he's not going to like the news about me," Draco said touching the Gryffindor crest on his robes.
"He's not going to be coming back, Draco."
"Why? What happened?"
"Remember we told you about Voldemort kidnapping me?"
"Yes."
"Snape gave his life to protect the three of us like our mother did for me."
"He's dead then?"
"Yes, he's dead by Voldemort's hand."
"Another good wizard slaughtered by that monster," Draco said as they all sat down at the Gryffindor Table.
"Snape disliked Gryffindors, but I have to agree with you. He did care about his students," Ron said quietly.
"Did I just hear Ron Weasley complementing Snape," Hermione asked in a playful tone.
"Yeah, well, people can change their mind when the guy gives his life to save yours right," Ron asked smirking and shrugging his shoulders.
Laughing, Draco patted Ron's shoulder. "Everyone can change their mind about anyone, Ron."
Smiling evilly, Ron nodded his head. "I even changed my mind about a slimy git like you too."
Busting out laughing, Draco nodded his head. "And that was a miracle in itself," he threw back at Ron.
Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Ron tried to think of another come back. Hearing Harry, Hermione, and Draco laughing, Ron felt his face get hot with embarrassment. "Okay, so you out did me this time Draco Potter, but rest assured I will out do you next time," he swore raising his fist in the air which made the group laugh harder.
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"Excellent work, Wormtail. Now it is time to resurrect the one person who will help me finally kill Harry and Draco Potter once and for all."
"Will it truly be Lily or a zombie? And since when did Harry have a brother?"
"Since the day Lily gave birth to him you nitwit, and yes this will really be Lily Potter. Everyone thinks I killed her all those years ago, but how could I kill the woman I love?"
"You loved Lily Potter, but she wasn't a pure blood. Salazar Slytherin would not have approved."
"Do you think I cared what my ancestor would or would not have approved of? I loved Lily Evans and she should have been my wife instead of James Potter's wife."
"She didn't even know you."
"What does it matter now? It is all in the past. Now is the present and Lily Potter will be mine this time," Voldemort said raising his wand over Lily's body. "Hands of time turn back and let day now become night," Voldemort chanted. He smiled as the sunlight vanished and in its place was the blackness of the night. "Bones refuse. Skin, tissue, and muscles reform. Now is the time and place for what was done to be undone. AVA KILSHA," Voldemort yelled pointing his wand at Lily Potter's reformed body.
Seeing the green light flash out of the wand, Peter gasped and took a step back. Right before his very eyes he was seeing Lily being brought back to life.
Taking a painful breath, Lily Potter opened her eyes. What was going on? The last thing she remembered was trying to keep Harry protected and then excruciating pain. Where was Harry? Was he all right? Had Voldemort succeeded in killing her son?
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Lily."
Turning her head toward the voice, she screamed. No, this couldn't be happening. James, where are you?
"I believe you remember your old friend Peter. Wormtail, a robe for Lily. She looks a bit underdressed for this cool weather," Voldemort hissed enjoying the view.
Looking down, Lily immediately tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. It disgusted her to have the monster in front of her seeing her naked. Taking the offered robe, she quickly covered herself up before slowly rising to her feet. Turning toward Peter, Lily raised her hand and landed a sharp, painful slap across his face.
"How could you do it, Peter? We trusted you. How could you betray me and James like that? How could you betray Harry, Peter," Lily yelled firing question after question at the person she once called friend. Looking at Voldemort, she felt hot tears slide down her cheeks. "Did your plan work? Did you kill my son? Did you kill Harry? Answer me you, Monster! Where is Harry?!"
"He is alive and well I assure you, Lily thanks to you. It was your love for him that protected him from me all those years ago, but not anymore. He will die as he was supposed to fifteen years ago."
"No, he won't because I will stop you."
"With no wand? I don't see how it is possible," Voldemort taunted.
Smiling, Lily shook her head. "You underestimate us Potters. You always have and you always will," she said as she vanished from sight.
"Master..."
"It's all right. I knew she would apporate. I had no plan to stop her. A mother-sons reunion will not hurt."
"You wanted her to go to Harry and Draco's side? Why?"
"Because I want her to enjoy seeing her sons before I take them from her."
"She will hate you even more."
"She will have my child to keep her mind occupied. The prophecy will finally be complete. Salazar Slytherin will walk on this Earth again and Lily Potter will be the one to bring him into this world for a second time.
Reappearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Lily began running as fast as her feet would carry her toward the castle. Reaching the doors, she shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight that was shinning down on her. Knocking on the doors, she waited impatiently for someone to open them. Once the doors were opened, Lily smiled down at the student.
"Please, where can I find Harry Potter?"
"He's with the other Gryffindors in the Great Hall."
"He is? Thank you. Oh thank you," Lily sobbed as she rushed past the student.
Her objective was clear. She was going to see her son. It had been too long. He had been without love for too long as well. Knowing Albus, he would have sent Harry to live with Petunia. Lily could only imagine what that must have been like for Harry. Opening the door, Lily swore that Harry would not spend another summer with her sister. Looking over at the Gryffindor table, the unshed tears streamed down her face. There he was. He was the spitting image of James. Oh God how she had missed him. Her baby boy. She ignored the stares she was getting. All she cared about was going over to her baby and holding him like she had when he was a baby.
"Harry."
Hearing his name called, Harry stopped laughing and turned his head. Feeling his breath catch in his throat, Harry's mouth dropped open. Tears slid down his cheeks as he starred at the one person he thought he would never see again. It's not possible. She's dead, his mind argued, but his heart wasn't listening.
"Mum?"
Nodding her head, she smiled when Harry slowly rose to his feet. "Yes, sweetheart, it's me."
Jumping up, Draco put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Harry, it could be a trap."
"Draco, that is our mother."
"Listen to me, Harry. I'm not saying she's not our mother. What I am saying is it could be another trap from Voldemort."
Looking from Draco to Lily, Harry felt his heart being tore apart all over again. Why was life so cruel to him? Did fate enjoy tormenting him?
"Lily, it can't be you."
Looking away from Harry, Lily laughed and smiled. "Remus, I never pictured you to become a Hogwarts teacher. You were too busy breaking the rules with James and Sirius instead of following them."
Nodding his head, Remus glanced over at Albus who had walked in right before Lily had. The look the aging wizard had on his face was unmistakable. Voldemort had done his last atrocity.
Looking back at Harry, Lily frowned slightly remembering what he had been saying before Remus caught her attention. "Harry, you are an only child."
"No, I'm not, Mum. You had twins the night I was born. Voldemort took Draco away. We didn't find out the truth until last night. He is my brother and your son."
Glancing up at her old Professor, Lily saw his famous twinkle not present. She really couldn't blame him. From the look on Harry's face, she reasoned that she wasn't supposed to be here. If she wasn't, then was she supposed to be dead? If so, then everyone could think she wasn't really Lily Potter. How could she prove to them she was Lily and she never died all those years ago?
"Who are you," Albus asked rising to his feet.
"Professor, I know it's unbelievable, but I am Lily Potter."
Holding his hand up, Albus shook his head. "The dead cannot be brought back to life, so you cannot be Lily Potter."
"A Polyjuice Potion? You think I'm an imposter, but I can prove to you I am who I say I am. Give me the truth serum. If I am not Lily Potter, I won't be able to hide the truth."
"Remus, what do you think?"
"I don't really know. This has never happened before to the best of my knowledge. A truth serum is a good idea."
"I agree. Go prepare it please."
"Of course," Remus said walking out of the Great Hall.
Starring at the woman, Harry felt his heart beat harder. She was his mother. He could feel it in his very bones. Glancing at Draco, he was relieved to see the same conclusion on his face.
Lifting his hand from Harry's shoulder, Draco nodded his head. He knew what Harry was thinking, and he agreed with his brother. They weren't starring at an imposter. This was Lily Potter. Before Ron or Hermione could react, both Potters darted toward Lily.
Smiling, Lily opened her arms to both teenagers. She knew she shouldn't even hold them until Albus was satisfied of her identity, but how could she deny her sons? She had not seen nor held them in fourteen years for Harry and fifteen for Draco. Wrapping her arms around the boys, she closed her eyes as more tears streamed down her face. This was where she belonged and nothing or no one was ever going to take her away from her children.