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Collision by CallingMidnight

Format: Novel
Chapters: 39
Word Count: 112,524
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Lupin, Sirius, James, Lily, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 12/21/2004
Last Chapter: 07/11/2005
Last Updated: 09/09/2005

Summary:
Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting BEAUTIFUL new banner by RecklessAbandon!!!! For years, Heather's only remaining relatives ignored her, leaving her in an orphanage...until, when she turned 17, for some unknown reason they saw fit to send her to Hogwarts for a final year of schooling. At fist, Heather was nervous about meeting her only family. But she quickly realized that she needn't be afriad...she should be terrified. Her relatives were worse than she had remembered. Especially her cousin, Lucius Malfoy.


Chapter 35: He Wants Potter / I Spy

Chapter Thirty-Five~*He Wants Potter/I Spy


Heather watched as James paced a hole in the hallway. His hands were folded behind his back and he played the part of a father awaiting his newborn child. Sirius chanced an amused glance at Heather, and they both stifled grins.

“Don’t you think you should give it rest, mate?” Sirius asked, rubbing a crick in his neck. James ignored him.

“Do you think it’s been long enough? I mean, how long does it take? All she has to do is…” James began, but then he turned red and green, looking very much like a sickly Christmas tree. Now all he needed were the ornaments.

“Hey, Prongsie, we know. You don’t need to go into detail,” Sirius said, wincing slightly. “Just chill out!”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, James. Have a seat, please,” Heather implored. James finally sat. Heather was about to congratulate herself on getting him to sit still when he started tapping his foot on the ground. Sirius did his best to ignore it, but when his eyes began to twitch in rhythm with James’ foot, he drew the line.

“James!” Sirius said exasperatedly. “I would really hate for you to have to look at your baby through black eyes!” James grinned at this, and Heather gave a soft laugh.

“Hey guys, no fights without me!” said a cheerful voice. They all looked to see Remus standing in the hall, looking hesitant but happy. He had his hands in his pockets, and had actually gained some much-needed weight.

“Remus!” Heather said jovially, and went to give him a warm hug. He grinned at everybody.

“You look great! I see the job’s been working out nicely,” Sirius said, getting up to slap him on the back.

“Yeah, all thanks to you guys,” Remus said happily. “I really wanted to-”

“Don’t even thank us,” said James, coming up to stand beside them. “We owed it to you. We should be the ones thanking you!”

“For what? I never did anything,” Remus said modestly.

“How about we just call it even,” Sirius said, growing bored with the battle of appreciation.

“I would also suggest that,” said a new voice, crackling with merriment.

“Dumbledore!” James said, half in exasperation, half in relief. “Where have you been? We’ve been waiting…”

“Now, I’m afraid is not the time, James,” Dumbledore insisted. “Though I do have some delicate news that we must discuss.”

“Why don’t you tell us now?” Sirius asked stupidly. Heather rolled her eyes.

“Just let the grown-ups worry about that, dear,” she said in a coddling voice, patting Sirius gingerly on the head like a baby. Sirius tried to act angry, but couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he said, trying to gain some footing. “So anyways, if you don’t mind answering my apparently childish question?”

“Though childish, it is a good question,” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he watched the couple. Sirius took this time to stick his tongue out at Heather, who scoffed. “Ahem, the reason, Sirius, is because we don’t necessarily want this overheard.”

Sirius looked down the hallway, and saw nobody. “But Professor, there aren’t any…”

“People aren’t the only things with ears,” James said firmly, giving a nod to a painting hanging nearby. Its occupant was giving the appearance of sleeping, yet they could see his eyes opening and closing every few seconds.

“Right,” Sirius said, finally understanding.

“Now that we’ve settled that,” Dumbledore said, a hint of bemusement in his voice, “I would like to inquire as to your mental state, James.”

“It’s pretty…” James began, but at the sight of a healer coming his way, his words melted into an incoherent blubbering. Dumbledore understood, however, and laced his fingers together in amusement.

“Well,” the healer began a great smile on her face. She was about to finish and explain matters, but James didn’t seem to realize that fact.

“Is Lily alright? Is the baby alright? Did everything go okay? Are they sleeping? Can I see them? There weren’t any complications right?” James said in one breath. The healers eyebrows had raised higher and higher with each question, until she finally decided to let him answer his own questions.

“Come with me, Mr. Potter,” she finally said, sharing a knowing look with Dumbledore. James didn’t see this, however, and was practically shoving the woman down the hallway and into the room.

Sirius, Heather, and Remus hedged, also wanting to know if everything had went alright, but not wanting to infringe upon the Potter’s privacy. They didn’t have to wait long, however, as James came hurtling out of the room, tripping over his feet, and bellowing at the top of his lungs.

“IT’S A BOY! IT’S A BOY! I’VE GOT A BABY BOY!” he blustered, running to them, and grabbing them around the shoulders. “She’s okay! Everybody’s okay!”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Remus said, smiling. “I think he’s lost his mind!” he muttered under his breath. They all chuckled as they were dragged down the hallway.

“Mr. Potter, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your…excitement… to yourself!” the healer said, though she was smiling something fierce.

“Come look! Lily, I’ve brought them. I brought them just like you asked…is there anything else I can do? Thirsty? Hungry?” James said, looking as if Lily had just conquered the world.

“Yes, there is something you can do, James!” she said, smiling exhaustedly.

“Yeah?” James said eagerly.

“Sit down,” she said. James nearly knocked over a table in his hurry. Now he kept craning his neck to see the baby, until he finally got fed up with sitting, and went to stand by his wife.

“He’s so beautiful!” Heather exclaimed, holding Lily’s hand in congratulations.

“Don’t call my son beautiful!” James said, affronted. “He’s handsome. No son of mine is beautiful.”

Lily laughed softly, looking at the baby in her arms. She looked so different, Heather thought. She wasn’t the Lily as she knew her. Lily was a mother now…a mother! It was so amazing to her.

Lily stared at her child, amazement filling every particle in her being. She had created a life. That had been growing inside of her for nine months, and now, she was seeing him. Her son….She looked up at James, and saw that he was staring at her with such an expression as she’d never seen in him before.

“We made that, you know,” he said, brushing a piece of red hair out of her face. Lily nodded.

“He’s got your hair,” she said, already seeing the small layer of black hair on his small head.

“He’s got your eyes,” James pointed out, grinning ear-to-ear. “I’ve never felt so…” he struggled for the right word.

“Terrified?” Lily suggested. James laughed.

“Yeah, that’s the one. But you know, he’s going to grow up to be great one day, aren’t you, little guy,” James said, feeling one of the baby’s hands between his fingers. “He’s so tiny!” he said.

“Yeah, most babies usually are, mate,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“I think, perhaps, that I have never been more proud of any Hogwarts students than I am right now,” Dumbledore said, tears in his eyes. “This,” he said, putting a wrinkled hand on the baby’s head, “is the greatest magic of all.”

“Congratulations, Lily…James,” Remus said, warmth invading his eyes with a wave of emotion. Lily reached up and grasped Remus’ hand.

“I could never have asked for a greater group of friends…” she said, smiling wider than ever, she realized she was crying, and laughed. “Oh, I must look a mess,” she commented, trying to wipe away the tears.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” James whispered, almost to himself. Everybody grinned. Sirius was trying not to make kissy noises in the background. Dumbledore seemed to be reading his mind, and shook his head slightly. Sirius grinned sheepishly.

“What have you decided to name him?” Heather asked, also sensing Sirius was having trouble keeping quiet for this long.

“Harold,” James announced proudly, “Harry for short.” There was a general look of confusion. “What? It was my dad’s name!” he added defensively.

“Hey, does anybody know where Peter is?” Remus asked, realizing that he wasn’t there. Everybody looked at each other, sharing shrugs, and looking uncomfortable.

“He is having some difficulties,” Dumbledore said, looking forlorn. “I think it best to leave him be.”

There was along, uncomfortable silence, and Dumbledore decided to keep talking now that everybody’s good moods had begun to evaporate with talk of Peter. “I feel that now would be good time to inform you of the information I had mentioned earlier,” Dumbledore announced.

“What information?” Lily asked. “You never mentioned anything!” she said, holding Harry tighter to her chest and looking positively exhausted. James saw this and frowned.

“Can’t this wait, Dumbledore?” he said, with a meaningful look at Lily.

“James, I’m perfectly alright,” Lily said, looking slightly offended. “It’s not as thought I’m sick or something. “Go on, Professor.”

“I would, of course agree with you James,” Dumbledore said, seeing James still looking rather disgruntled. “But on this occasion, I’m afraid you must know with all due haste. The reason I was late to coming, was because I was visiting another pair of new parents.”

The whole room was looking confused. Then Heather’s eyes widened as she realized who he must mean. “Alice had her baby?! When? Why didn’t we know about it? Where on Earth is she?” The rest of the group were making similar remarks and looking impatiently at Dumbledore.

“They had Neville Longbottom last night. A happier baby you could never find! And the reason you weren’t informed, Heather, was simply because they didn’t wish it. Frank wanted complete silence, in fear of Voldemort hearing about the child and trying to come after it. What they do not realize, is that Voldemort already knows,” Dumbledore explained.

“How?” Lily asked, looking scared, and clutching Harry tighter than ever. James put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Voldemort is a great wizard,” Dumbledore said simply.

“Yeah, but he isn’t nearly as great as you!” James said, as though Dumbledore were crazy.

“Never underestimate your enemy,” Dumbledore said shortly, looking almost incensed. Then seeing James surprised look, he softened it by saying, “Please just believe me when I say Voldemort already knows.”

Everybody nodded their agreement.

“So what does this mean?” Remus asked, staring at Dumbledore with such intensity that he could have burned a hole right through him. Dumbledore sighed, sitting down finally on one of the wooden chairs the hospital supplied.

“It means,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “that we are still no closer to figuring out which child he means to attack.”

“Will we know in time to hide whoever he picks?” Sirius asked tentatively. At this Dumbledore sighed louder than ever.

“Sirius, I’m not even sure if we will know until it’s too late…” he said. The moment he said these words, every color in the room seemed to melt away through the floor. They were stuck in a dark, dreary black place, and hope seemed to be a thing of the past.

Just then, however, the door to their room burst open. Severus Snape entered, his long greasy hair was swaying, and his face was bright with a smile.

“We know…” he panted, leaning on the doorframe as he caught his breath. Dumbledore stood up abruptly.

“What is it that you know?” Dumbledore asked. Sirius controlled the instinctive urge to pull out his wand.

“Let me catch my…”

“Tell me!” Dumbledore said. It was the closest to a yell they had ever heard from him. Snape looked surprised, but then nodded.

“Voldemort knows that they have been born,” he stated. When nobody held any objections, he continued. “The children…he wants to get rid of the potential threat.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, I suspected as much. He didn’t hear all of the Prophecy; therefore he would go for Neville Longbottom. He is a pureblood, and in Voldemort’s book, the greater wizard.”

At this Snape gave a rather insane laugh. “That’s the thing, Professor. He hasn’t chosen the pureblood! He wants Potter!”


Next Chapter------------I Spy-------------


“I’m going to go put Harry down for a nap, and then we can begin discussing?” Lily said, holding a sleeping baby in her arms. James smiled down at her.

“Yeah, I’ll tell Dumbledore. He won’t mind waiting a few more minutes,” he said. Then he kissed her quickly on the forehead before walking into their kitchen.

“Is she ready yet?” Remus asked, raising his eyebrows.

“She just went to put the baby down, she’ll be right back,” James explained, leaning against the counter.

“You sure are lucky,” Peter said, giving James a watery smile. James nodded.

“That I am!”

“Listen, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it the other day…” Peter said uncomfortably.

“No worries,” James said, slapping Peter fondly on the back. Remus, however, was eyeing him suspiciously. Heather and Sirius both wore looks of pity. Dumbledore, however, wasn’t looking at Peter, but at Remus. The look in his face was quite unfathomable. What was he thinking?

Remus noticed Dumbledore’s intent gaze, and looked back questioningly. Dumbledore said nothing in explanation, but was saved the trouble when Lily returned. “Sorry about that, everyone,” she said, walking over to stand next to James.

“Not a problem,” Dumbledore said, smiling. “I believe we all know why we’re here?”

Everybody nodded.

“Yes then. On to business…We were about to decide…” Dumbledore began, but he was interrupted for a second time by Severus Snape. This time, however, he was not only panting for breath, but as soon as he got into the room, he dropped onto the ground, nearly unconscious. Dumbledore looked suddenly very stiff. “Severus!” he said firmly.

“Snape?” Heather said, horrified. She had never seen him so badly beaten. He had a large gash on his face; both of his eyes were nearly swollen shut. He was shaking so badly, it was a wonder he could breathe.

“What happened?!” Lily said, rushing over to see the amount of damage done. When she saw his mangled face, she immediately looked away. Even James was looking concerned.

“Severus, you must tell me what happened. Have you led anybody to us?” Dumbledore said urgently. Snape shook his head.

“Professor…” he mumbled. Dumbledore saw his pain and immediately pulled out his wand. Within seconds, Snape was feeling better. Not even Madam Pomfrey could have done a better job bandaging him up. Dumbledore lifted him up off the ground. Lily rushed to help him, but Dumbledore’s strength was surprising, and he couldn’t have needed her help less. Snape was settled on the couch in seconds, and Lily bustled around to make some tea. It was the first time ever that none of the Marauders objected to Lily’s aiding him. They were all too stunned to say much.

“Now,” Dumbledore said again as they were all sitting in chairs in the living room. “You must tell me all that you can. Who did this to you?”

“It was Avery,” Snape said, sipping the tea. “He jumped me as I was going to give Voldemort fake news about their whereabouts,” he said, his eyes spitting fury in Lily and James’ direction, as if this was all their fault. “He said Voldemort knew that I wasn’t really a true Death Eater, and he said that he was going to kill me. I barely escaped,” he said.

Dumbledore had never had such a blank look on his face than he did at this moment. He then looked around the room in realization, taking in each and every face. His eyes lingered a little longer on Remus than everybody else, making him uncomfortable and causing him to shift uneasily. “I hope,” Dumbledore said, “that you all know what this means?”

“We have a spy in our midst,” Heather whispered, seeing everybody in a new light.

The whole room was filled with such tension; the sharpest of scissors couldn’t have cut through it. People were scoping each other out, picking out possible spies. Remus was looking at Peter, Peter was looking at Remus, Heather was looking at her feet, and everybody else was staring at Dumbledore for guidance.

It seemed, however, that Dumbledore wasn’t quite sure what to do. He appeared to be thinking, making his decision. He was nodding to himself, and then, a few seconds later, he would shake his head, getting out a sigh. Peter was looking at Remus, his beady eyes controlled by rare thought.

Remus, perfect Remus. Always smart, always knowing what to do. He had yelled at Alex. He could remember that moment clearly. He had come in from the Hogwarts grounds, and had yelled at Alex, right before punching him in the face. He nodded.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore,” Peter said, standing up. His eyes were wet with tears. “I can’t hold it in much longer. I’m sorry Remus,” he said, nearly sobbing now.

“Peter…” Remus said, thoroughly confused and wondering what he’d done wrong.

“Don’t talk to me, traitorous slime! I know you were mad at us. Yes, it was horrible of us to keep The Prophecy a secret, but what you did in retaliation was horrible!”

“Peter, what are you talking about?” James said, frowning.

“What am I talking about?!” Peter yelled, becoming frantic. “I’m talking about Remus! I’m talking about his joining Voldemort to get back at us! He was so upset when he found out we’d lied to him! He went and joined Voldemort for a little revenge!!”

“You liar!” Remus said, standing up also, and yelling. Remus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Peter was accusing him of joining Voldemort?!

“Don’t tell me to shut up! Don’t you realize what you’ve done? Lily and James’ lives are at stake! And now you’ve given away our spy? What’s next! I’ll bet that’s how Voldemort knew about Harry being born so quickly! It was you! You must have sent him a message!” Peter roared.

“Maybe you’re forgetting, Peter, but I’m not the one that was absent that day! How do we know that you weren’t reporting to Voldemort?” Remus screamed. Loud wails began to join the frenzy as Harry woke up. Lily jumped as if she’d been shot, and rushed to soothe her child. Peter looked as if he’d been slapped.

“Do you really want to know what I was doing?” Peter asked. “I’ll tell you,” he sobbed. Dumbledore was watching the whole thing wit such concentration. “You think Alex moved to America?”

There was a dead silence. Everybody was now watching; even Harry had silenced, as if he sensed the importance of this conversation.

“Well, I have news for you! SHE WAS MURDERED!” he screamed. Tears were flowing down his face now. They were real tears too.

Silence. A silence so piercing Heather wanted to cover her ears. All that remained in the room was Peters sobbing, and Remus’ choppy breathing. Peter, however, wasn’t going to wait around. He snatched up his coat, and ran from the house. Once outside, he wiped tears from his face.

Then he smiled. Just like clockwork….

“I…” Remus began, trying to think of something to say to that shocking bit of news.

“Do you have a fire?” Dumbledore asked. Lily nodded numbly, and pointed to the other room. Dumbledore went swiftly.

Nearly ten minutes passed before Dumbledore finally returned. His face was tearstained. “It’s true,” he admitted. “Alex is dead.”

Lily covered her mouth in horror, and sat down on the couch, holding Harry to her chest for comfort. James sat down beside her and pulled her into his side, squeezing her tightly. Snape’s eyes were darting around, slightly menacingly.

“How was she killed?” Remus asked. Dumbledore stared at him for a long time before answering.

“They don’t know. Remus, Heather, Sirius…I believe you should be going home now. I would like a private word with Lily and James.” Dumbledore lead James and Lily into their bedroom and closed the door. “Imperterbatus,” he whispered. The room was filled with a soft blue light, and then quickly returned to normal.

“What do you think?” James asked. “Who is the spy?” Dumbledore shook his head sadly.

“I know less now then I ever have,” Dumbledore admitted. “Moments ago, I was sure that somebody was leaking information. I thought I was sure who as well. But now…”

“Well, Peter’s story seems to be true enough,” James admitted

“Remus would never betray us!” Lily said defensively.

“Alice or Frank then!” James said. Lily rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah…I guess they wouldn’t give information about themselves, would they?” he said, realizing his stupidity.

“What about Snape?” Lily suggested.

“Yeah!” James said fervently.

“No,” Dumbledore said, even more fervently. “James, he is a spy for us, and you must learn to trust him...”

“Yeah, when Heather learns to play Quidditch, that’ll be the day I believe him…” James said, and then seemed to think of something. “What about Heather?”

“Heather the spy?” Lily said, frowning. “James, she is a perfectly sweet person!”

“Looks can be deceiving!” James countered. “Look at Snape! He’s a disgusting filthy slimeball, but he’s still on our side…I guess…”

“I’m not sure, but I don’t believe Heather is the spy. Look at her background. She has spent her whole past three years running away from being a Death Eater. Though she is still a possibility,” Dumbledore explained. They thought of the last person on their list of suspects.

“Sirius…” James muttered. “He would never betray me,” James assured. Lily agreed whole-heartedly.

“Are you most positive, James?” Dumbledore asked.

“I would put my life in his hands. I’ve already named him Harry’s Godfather. He’s the closest thing I have to a brother!”

“Sirius has always been there for us when we’ve needed him,” Lily said, nodding her head in approval. Dumbledore nodded slowly.

“I have realized his loyalty, and had suspected that this would be the outcome. Sirius is the only one we find that we completely trust.”

“I trust Heather,” Lily objected. James shrugged.

“I trust Sirius’ judgment. I don’t know Heather all that well, but Sirius obviously trusts her, and she has been through some sticky spots. Every time, she manages to come out having done the right thing,” James said, nodding his head in approval.

“Yes, but we need only one,” Dumbledore said. James and Lily looked at each other.

“One what?” James asked.

“I’ll explain everything soon. But first, you must decide whom you trust most,” Dumbledore said. “Is it Heather or Sirius?”

“I’ve known Sirius longer, and he’s saved my life on many occasions. I say Sirius,” James said. Lily nodded.

“I trust Heather just as much as Sirius…but I’ve known Sirius longer,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. Dumbledore gave a slight sigh of relief at having made a decision.

“Very well then. Sirius it is,” Dumbledore said.

“I’m still confused,” James said, frustrated.

“Lily…James…you have just chosen your Secret Keeper.”




A/N: Didn't have to wait too long for this chapter, did you?Oh well, this updating quickly thing is killing me! But I'm determined to get it all out before HBP comes out. Why did this story have to be so long?? *Walks off muttering, and rolling eyes*



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