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Tisiphone\'s Child	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33857 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Tisiphone's Child

By Speedy Tomato

Summary: In a move no one could anticipate, Remus grabs Harry and goes through the Veil after Sirius. Four people return right after Harry turns 17 and it might not be a good thing for the Wizarding World. HP/SB JP/RL HP/SB/RL

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WARNING! Contains some very dark themes! Including suicide!

Preface

Tisiphone: One of the three Furies of Greek mythology. Tisiphone is called the Avenger of Murder. She is also known for punishment of the wicked and vengeance.

As the bulk of the Unspeakables on duty were focused on the prophecy which showed up the night before by the descendant of a known seer, Trelawney, one they were sure had to do with the war going on, Unspeakable Skullnick wasn't. He was focused on two others that had come in the same night. As he worked with them, he documented everything he could on his ever present clipboard so they could try to sort out the meaning behind them and who they might relate to.
After finishing the first one, sure he already knew the meaning behind it and it wasn't earth shattering the way some were, he moved on to the second. This one intrigued him more. It only had one name on it, Pythia, rather than a full name like most did when it came to listing who made it. While many of the names of the seers on the jars were unknown to most of them, this one wasn't. However, it also wasn't the name of a person, but the name of any priestess that manned the oracle of Delphi. Unlike what Muggles thought, the oracle was still manned, though no longer located where it was in the past. Instead, it was a collective of seers that lived close by. And their accuracy rate was astonishing. Dissimilar from the past, their prophecies no longer just referred to Greece and the Greeks, but spanned the world. So, if this one showed up in their Hall of Prophecy, that meant it was about an event or person in the UK. Interesting!
He wrote down all he could on the jar, what it said and the time then tapped the shelf in front of it the required number of times with his wand then waited, heart beating just a tad faster. Almost instantly, a small misty figure appeared before the jar, a manifestation of the person who made the prophecy. The small woman, with long dark hair and minimal flowing clothing, somewhat like a toga, began to speak with a heavy Greek accent. As she did, the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

“Tisiphone's child once more comes.

The ancient line once more reactivates with full power.

From Death's cold embrace, he returns.

Brings back with 'his three'.

The darkness within allows the tie.

Though a boy's face, sweet and mild, the darkness permeates.

Evil verses Dark will battle.

Marked as what he is, our world trembles at his power.

The land of Merlin has a choice.

Fight or capitulate unless Eros can overcome what is within.”
As Skullnick stood there, he shivered. While he was the newest of those that worked in the Hall of Prophecy and didn't have the experience the others had yet, he knew real when he heard it. And this one was real, he could feel it. What it said chilled him to the bone. He wasn't sure how it related to what was going on and the war, but he was certain it did. Which meant they needed to study it.
After replaying it once more, making sure the wording was recorded correctly on his clipboard, he then rushed off to find his superior. Yes, everyone needed to know about this prophecy!
Unfortunately for Skullnick, everyone else was too caught up in the Trelawney prophecy to listen to him. By then, they were sure who it pertained to and that it meant the end of the war. Because it was so bad at the time, it was where the focus stayed, the newest prediction from Pythia forgotten in not only the war, but the aftermath. Well, all but by Skullnick.
As he would tell everyone until his dying day, he would never forget the words to it and how it made him feel. And he knew it was real. That was later self proving.

Prologue

Remus clutched Harry tightly as the younger wizard screamed for Sirius after they watched him fall through the Veil. As he did, his eyes burned and his heart broke. Once more, he was alone in the world, the last of his true friends dead. And he wasn't sure if he could go on. Honestly? He didn't want to go on anymore. It had been so hard all these years that, despite the budding romance with Tonks, he couldn’t do it anymore. He just couldn't. It was too much.
Still holding Harry, who had stopped screaming but was now struggling to get loose, Remus decided enough was too much. He couldn't go on. Listening to Harry mutter, he realized James and Lily's son felt the same way. Tears burning his eyes, he looked at the Veil as it fluttered and the plan formed.
While the battle raged on, Remus watched as Albus finally made an appearance. It was now or never as the whole mess was about to end up even worse. So, if he wanted to do this, now was the time. As he held Harry close, he muttered what he wanted to do in his ear. While Harry stiffened up at what he said, he soothed him and promised the pain would be over, forever. It was that part which seemed to convince Harry. When he heard Harry agree, he loosened his hold and the two of them made it look like they were coming to join the battle. Instead, though, they made their way to the dais the Veil was on. The two of them made sure it looked like they were joining in defending against the Death Eaters that were there, but they were purposeful in their intent to get to the Veil.
Just as they reached the top of the dais, Remus turned his focus away from the battle now raging then looked at Harry. “Are you ready?” He asked, voice thick with emotion and a lump in his throat. While his heart was hammering quickly and he felt some guilt over what they were about to do, it was the right choice. Well, the only choice he felt he had anymore. It was time. He didn't want to outlive anyone else. It was something he could no longer bear. Then he felt the peace that came from his decision.
“I'm ready,” Harry said in a quivering voice, wand out and scanning around for anyone close. While part of him was screaming this was wrong, the hurt was so bad he wanted it. No, no more crap and no more pain would be worth it. Let everyone judge him after he was gone.
“Let's go meet Sirius and see your parents then,” Remus said, voice breaking. This was wrong, his mind kept screaming it at him, but he shunted it aside. It was time for the pain to end. And he was at peace again.
As Voldemort made his appearance and all hell was breaking loose, Remus looped his arm around Harry then pulled him close. Lifting his chin as several, including Albus looked their way, he then turned and leaped through the Veil holding Harry.
And, as they passed through the tattered curtain that covered the archway, they were gone.

Of all the events Albus had prepared for in his life, Remus taking Harry through the Veil wasn't one he ever considered. From what he saw, Harry hadn't fought Remus either. He had stood there, stunned, after the two were gone. While the battle still raged, plenty saw what happened.
As he stood there, knowing what he did about the Horcrux in Harry's scar, he waited. Harry should be able to come back. He didn't, though. The Veil fluttered harder and the voices from behind it grew louder, but Harry remained gone. Seconds ticked into minutes and still no Harry.
When the full force of the Ministry showed up to help, even Fudge turning up and seeing Voldemort, Albus dealt with what he had to, but kept watching the Veil. Harry needed to come back. He should be able to, so why wasn't he? There was no sign of him, though.
Hours after the battle, as the Ministry was mopping up, statements taken, everything tended to, Albus finally realized with a sinking feeling that Harry had made his choice; he had moved on. Their one way to end this nightmare was gone. While the Horcrux in Harry's scar was gone, one less to worry about, there was no way to fulfill the prophecy now.
They were in trouble.

As the Hall of Prophecy was demolished in the battle, a lone jar from one of the shelves that had been overturned lay in a deep, dark corner, the inside of it glowing, unharmed. It was the Pythia Prophecy.
As Harry passed through the Veil with Remus, the label on it flashed a bright green then the names Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James and Harry Potter wrote themselves out on the front of it in bright red letters. It was being fulfilled.
Despite the cleaning that took place in the aftermath of the battle, the Prophecy would stay in that corner, unnoticed, for years. No one would get the warning it was meant to impart until it was too late to stop it.

Though it was night, the time she was normally out hunting, Hedwig remained in the owlery at Hogwarts with a few other owls. She was waiting for the signal she knew was coming. Her master was going to fulfill his destiny, but not yet.
At the moment Harry passed through the Veil, she took flight. No, she wasn't going out hunting, but to the place she would meet her master when he returned. It would be a while, but that was fine.
As the snowy owl flew, summoning Harry's belongings as she did, she waited for them to shrink and attach to her legs, then she homed in on the place she knew he would come to once he returned. With his trunk and broom attached firmly, she changed. Her beak grew longer and more pointed, becoming golden in color. Then her eyes turned red, the color of blood. The black spots on her snowy body became tinged with red and her feet and claws turned black as the darkest night. Her job was now coming.
All those years ago, Hagrid had thought she came to him because she was soothing, a creature that would attach to the orphaned boy. He was wrong. She knew who his charge was and he was the one she was to help. All she needed to do was bide her time. It was now that time.
As she soared along, she grew bigger, her now larger wings flapping. While she still had a long wait for her master to come back to her, it felt good to show what she was; a Strix. She could be herself once more. No more hiding.

In the aftermath of Harry and Remus' suicides, the nightmare had begun.
While there was good, like the Ministry stepping up to fight the battle once more and Fudge being ousted, the fact was they were all already in trouble. Fudge's denial gave Voldemort all the leverage he needed to get many into power, something that made the fight harder than before. And he was taking it to them with everything he had. He, too, seemed to have realized with Harry being gone, he had no one to stop him. And he took advantage of it.
Albus tried with everything he had, mobilizing the Order to do what they could. While it did take pressure off them to not have to guard Harry, it was worse in that they had so much to do now. More than they could handle. He also had to worry about a school full of children and protecting them. Some of those children were already making the wrong choices. While he wanted to protect those taking the wrong path and make them see the error of their ways, it was too late for some.
As the nightmare pressed on, he tried to do what he knew was necessary, hoping taking out the rest of the Horcruxes would give them a shot at ending the nightmare. He wasn't sure it would, but he was going to try. And he pressed forward to do all he could, protecting himself and everyone else the best he could.
Though focused on the war, as anyone would expect, he also paid attention to other happenings that made him wonder what was going on.
The first clue was something they all wondered about. Grimmauld Place locked down solid. No one, not even him as the Secret Keeper, could get in. Though Buckbeak left the house when he realized no one was coming back, nothing anyone did could get them inside.
For Albus, it was a curiosity since he knew Harry was Sirius' heir. If Harry died, his property would end up magically transferred to his next of kin; the Dursleys. It hadn’t transferred.
While that was something he kept looking into, though not finding answers to it, he pressed on to the next one that showed up through his sources. It was the area he held out hope for.
Since the battle, Unspeakables who kept in touch with him made it clear activity at the Veil was higher than ever recorded. Not only was it blowing harder, with more sightings of body parts showing in it, like they were trying to escape, but the noise level was now loud and more frequent. They could now tell what was being said. From what he was told, the Unspeakables were recording the voices and capturing the activity on camera as definitive proof.
He had seen the pictures and heard the recordings when someone sneaked them to him. As he did, he felt the first bloom of hope since Harry went through the Veil. While there was no official explanation for it from those who worked in the department, the consensus was someone was trying to return and the deaths in the battle triggered a huge event of some sort. Albus was sure it was Harry and he would come back. In fact, researching it himself, he began to pin his hopes on Harry's return. If Harry came back, they would all be in better shape.
As the anniversary of the battle drew closer, Albus was sent reports that the activity was increasing. The bloom of hope that caused had him distracted. He pressed on the best he could, but it was there.
Finally, the night of the anniversary, right at the time Harry and Remus passed through the Veil, Albus was in the chamber, waiting and hoping. He could easily see the activity from the Veil and that it was unlike what was there during the battle. In the end, though, Harry didn't come back. He waited as long as he could, but there was nothing. So, he finally left, dejected. Later he learned the activity didn't die down, though. Instead, it kept increasing.
On Harry's birthday, he showed up again, waiting. And, again, it was for naught, but he did get to see the increased activity personally.
The following year, the war was in full swing. Rufus was in charge and trying, but he wasn't getting anywhere. Albus was helping all he could, getting his hands on then destroying the only Horcrux he could find and get at; the Gaunt ring. He had been tempted to put it on, but was distracted by some activity near the shack it was hidden in, something he later learned probably saved his life. While he was trying to find the others, he couldn't locate them. The one he thought he found was a fake. He had no idea where the real one was or what the message Regulus left meant.
While he held out hope that Harry would return, he wasn't focusing on it anymore. No, there was too much to do and protect for him to hold out too much hope. So, he pressed on. Though, once again, he was there on the anniversary of the battle and was once more disappointed. It was time for him to move on and take the fight to Tom. They needed to win this war and they wouldn't manage if he focused on Harry. Though he kept up with reports from his contacts, he focused where he was the most needed. While he wasn't sure they could do this without Harry, he was going to try. Too much was at stake and too many lives rode on ending the war for him to not step up. So, he did.

Chapter 1

Morris Dorfman loved his job as an Unspeakable. It was the second choice for him when it came to careers, Auror being his first choice, something he was unable to attain due to a physical limitation, so he had taken a job as an Unspeakable. At first he had been disappointed, but he quickly learned it was something he adored, probably more than he ever would have being an Auror. The mysteries he was able to explore and learn about he found fascinating, fueling his desire to explore more. There was one duty he loathed, though, more than anything in his life; taking his turn to watch the Veil in the Death Chamber and record what happened with it.
Every time it was his turn for the duty, he was left shaken, nightmares plaguing him for weeks after his shift. From what he heard, it was the same with the others that drew these shifts. As the activity was so high, it seemed like it was worse anymore. He dreaded his turn at this shift. The late night ones were even worse. Thankfully, those happened only once every three months or so. Those nightmares seemed worse after the overnight shift, leaving him feeling tired and fearful for days afterwards. Like others reported, they didn't seem like real nightmares, but images of something terrifying. Either way, he hated it. He didn't shirk in his duty, though, and pressed on.
Tonight it was his turn to watch the Veil overnight again and he was already feeling the effects. There was a creeping dread that seemed to chill him to his bones as he checked the equipment and monitored what was going on. In his times watching the Veil, he had never seen it this active nor were they able to get some of the clear readings they were now. While it was good for them and the study they were doing on it, it left him feeling worse than normal, sure nightmares would plague him for at least a month over what he was feeling and hearing. The only bright spot was he wasn’t alone tonight like he was for most of his shifts watching the dreaded Veil.
There were two other Unspeakables still in the offices. They would be coming in to help from time to time. When he came on shift, he was told Albus Dumbledore may visit tonight, though they weren't sure. Albus coming on July 31^st had been a pattern since Harry Potter vanished through the Veil, so he wasn't bothered. Though from what he was told, it wasn't a certainty this year because of an attack by Death Eaters on a small village in Scotland. Either way, he felt better knowing there were others around.
While he did his routine check of the equipment as the soft chiming from his watch that heralded midnight faded away, Morris jotted down notes, as he was supposed to do. However, as it clicked over to 12:01 AM, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Though reluctant to, figuring something was off, he lifted his head and looked at the Veil. Then his eyes widened and his heart hammered so fast his chest ached from it. Listening to the rapid-fire clicking from the cameras as all of them in the chamber went off, a sound which echoed eerily off the walls in the silence, he lifted his wand in a shaking hand, sending a signal for the other two Unspeakables to join him. Oh, dear sweet Merlin! What was this?
As he trembled madly, he watched as the Veil was pushed aside and someone stepped back through. Morris straightened up, clutching the clipboard to his chest like it was a shield of some kind, horrified as he watched Harry Potter step back onto this side of the Veil. Though there was a ghost-like haze of some kind around him, there was no mistaking the looks, glasses and scar on his forehead. After lifting his wand and sending the signal off again, his eyes were glued to what he was seeing. However, he felt his blood turn to ice as Potter looked at him. There was something in that gaze, though he didn't know what, that chilled him straight to the marrow of his bones.
Backing away, though eyes locked on the scene, he didn't know what to do.

Harry glanced around after passing back through, eyes watering slightly. Though he spied the middle aged man in the chamber, he ignored him. He had something to do before it was too late.
After focusing back on the Veil, he stuck his arms through it and waited for the other two to grab hold. No, he would not go it alone on this side again. The four of them had a mission to tend to. And, honestly, with how he felt, it was a very bad idea for humanity to have him go it alone.
He focused and willed them to grab hold then grinned when he felt the strong grasp of the two. Sirius' arm was wrapped around his to the elbow and holding him tightly. Remus' hand was over his, holding strong, but he could feel Sirius' hand touch his from where it was over Remus'. Good! He waited for the signal, though, not pulling yet. When he felt the squeeze and tug, he knew his dad had grabbed hold of Remus and it was time.
Sweat starting to bead on his brow, he concentrated and pulled. There was only once chance to get this right. If he couldn't pull them through, they would be lost to him until it was his time to once more move on. No, he wasn't going to let that happen. As he felt them start to return to this world, he stepped backwards, straining with all his might, a grimace on his face at the effort. Though the clicks and flashes from the cameras going off was slightly distracting, it wasn't enough to break his concentration and they kept coming. Green eyes locked on the Veil, he kept pulling, stepping backwards, pleased when he could see the outline of the three pressing against the other side. They were almost there. It would just take a little more and they would come through.
His teeth gritted, muscles straining, Harry kept stepping backwards, feeling them move closer. Eyes still locked on the Veil, he could see them pressing on it, the distinct outline of them becoming more defined, he hissed as Death didn't seem to want to let them loose. Too bad. Death was no match for him and his determination. The irises of his green eyes glowing red, he snarled then pulled harder, dragging them closer. Though Death put up the best fight it could, it lost, the Veil finally parting and the three coming through the opening. As they appeared, black marks, which looked almost tribal in nature formed around his arms where he was touched, a blood red and gold coloring outlining them, then formed around the arms of those holding him. It was working! Not only were they coming, the binding was attaching, just as they planned.
As he could see his dad following behind Remus and Sirius, Harry let out a guttural cry and pulled with all his might. That last herculean effort pulled the three through and all four of them collapsed in a heap on the dais where he, Sirius and Remus had met their deaths. They were back.

While Morris stood there and watched the resurrection from what they all knew was a one-way trip, he heard the other two join him. Like him, it seemed they were terrified of what was going on and what it could mean. Unlike him, they kept their heads and were able to send out the proper messages. Morris, though, was transfixed by what he saw.
When the other three were pulled through, he immediately recognized Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter. Staring at them as they collapsed, he began to silently chant a long forgotten prayer his Muggle father taught him ages ago. Despite all his training in the mysteries they studied, his mind went to the long ago religious teachings, wondering if this was the first sign of a darkness that would encompass their world, one that was just as deadly as the one that currently walked.
As the four stood up and began making their way out of the chamber, Morris stared, feeling that cold seem to permeate every cell in his body when they looked his way. While they appeared normal, other than that ghost-like sheen around them, the one he noticed on Harry, something was wrong, very wrong. The four had been dead for far too long, especially James, for them to come back unaffected like those that were gone for only a short time from some cause or another. No, this wasn't good. What was dead should stay beyond that Veil. Anything coming back was a sign of something very bad.
Morris' colleagues stood by him as the four left, muttering to each other. Of course, Morris listened in. There would be questions of him after this settled down, so he needed to pay attention. However, as he focused on their voices while watching the resurrected men leave, he was heartened to hear the other two seemed to feel the same way he did on the topic; thinking this meant nothing good. At least he wasn't alone in what he felt.
When the four were out of the chamber, Morris finally snapped out of the almost hypnotic state he was in. As he focused, knowing there was much to tend to and people to contact over what happened, his eyes lifted to the Veil. For the first time since Potter and Lupin went through, it was back to 'normal', fluttering slightly with very soft murmurs being heard, not the intense activity that they had seen for the last two years. Oh, that was not a good sign.
After conferring with the other two, he began collecting the evidence recorded by all the equipment with the help of one while the other went to alert everyone they would need. Yes, this was huge and they needed to decipher what it meant so they could prepare for what might come. He had a feeling they needed to do it as fast as they could before the situation in their world grew worse.

It was James that led the way once they navigated out of the confusing maze that was the Department of Mysteries, wand out, ready for anything. Remus was right behind him, of course, with Sirius sticking to Harry as close as he could get. While it was late, something they knew because of the time they needed to come back, it didn't mean the Ministry would necessarily be empty. After all, the four of them knew what was going on in their world. So, they needed to get out with no one detaining them.
Until they reached the atrium, they encountered no one, hearing nothing but their own footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty halls and corridors. When they were midway across, heading for the exit that led to the phone box that would take them into Muggle London, James stopped, holding up his hand for the others to do so as well. Then he clutched his wand tightly and glared at the two men who stepped out from one of the hallways. One he didn't know. From the uniform, it looked like he was a security guard. The other he did recognize, though. It was Rufus, the current Minister of Magic. Standing there, he lifted his chin and glared at the man, saying nothing.
When he saw who emerged and crossed the atrium, Rufus stopped cold, staring, his mouth dropping open. Over his time as an Auror, he saw many things he couldn't always explain. While they were puzzling, he pushed on and did his job. This time, as he was confronted with what appeared to be a very living James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter, he was stunned speechless. While they had some kind of ghostly aura around them, they were obviously alive. And that made no sense.
After a good minute of stunned silence, Rufus clutched his wand then stepped closer, though making sure the security guard sent off the signal for help and stuck close to his back. When he was within a few feet of the quartet, he muttered a soft, uneven, “James? Is that you?”
“Rather obvious, isn't it, Rufus,” James snorted dryly. He knew they needed to get out of there as they hadn't been back long enough to handle any kind of confrontation with anyone, so he pressed on. Glaring at his old boss, he snapped, “Sirius didn't betray me and Lily. That was Peter. He was the Secret Keeper, Rufus. I expect pardon papers sent to him via owl by tomorrow night. If not, there will be hell to pay. Mark my words!”
Rufus glanced at Black, who was standing in front of Potter like he was guarding him, with Lupin right by them, and shivered at the malevolent look he was getting from his old Auror. Giving a slow nod, he said, “Understood, James. If you could send me a written statement, I'll have them drawn up.”
“You'll get it,” James snapped, glowering at him. That was enough. His blood was already boiling over so much, so they needed to get out. If his was, the others were dealing with the same thing. No, they needed to go 'home', now. Stepping back, chin lifted as he glared at Rufus, he snarled, “We're leaving.” Then he motioned for the others to follow before continuing the trek to the exit.
As he watched the four go, shivering at the looks shot his way from them, Rufus shook his head, swallowing thickly. Oh, he needed to find out what was going on and if it was them, fast. Waiting until the four vanished out the exit, he set out to summon those he thought might have an answer so he knew what in Merlin's name was going on! Already he didn't like the situation and had a bad feeling about this. Answers were needed to deal with it. And to cope with what he saw. There was no chance those four should be alive and it sure appeared they were as he didn't think anyone could pull that off in any way. No, someone needed to have answers and he wanted them. Now!

After exiting the Ministry, James was relieved when they were on the almost deserted Muggle street. While there was some activity, it didn't appear as though any of their kind were around. Perfect. “Right,” he started, after double checking, “let's get the hell out of here. We'll find an alley and I'll side-along you three to the house.”
“You're sure it's ready?” Sirius asked, holding Harry close while he kept watch.
“I'm sure,” James assured him with a grin and nod. “The elves would know the signs and will be prepared for us. We just need to get there.”
“Good,” Remus sighed, smiling a tad as the cool night breeze ruffled his hair. Oh, this was wonderful. “There is a small alley right down the block. We can use it. It's something protected as those coming to the Ministry use it as an Apparation point.”
“We'll use it,” James said, having Remus lead the way. Walking beside Harry and Sirius, wand concealed but out, he put a hand on his son's head and rubbed it. They were back and they had a plan. It was time the foolishness ended when it came to their world and they would ensure it.
Sirius brought up the end of the line as they stepped into the alley that Remus led them to. After a quick check around over his shoulder, he said, “We're fine. No one is about. We need to get the hell out of here, though. I'm damned sure Rufus sounded all kinds of alarms and people will be out hunting for us.”
“No problem,” James said. “All of you grab on and we're out of here. While people might find out we're back, no one is going to see us until we settle in then find out the details of what went on since the three of you crossed over. Then we'll set our plans in motion.”
After pulling Harry to him, holding his son close and smiling down at him, James waited until Sirius and Remus grabbed on. Once he made sure the three were holding on tight, he Apparated them away to the place he knew was safest. They needed time, something this place would give them as no one knew where it was. Then, once they settled and adjusted, plenty would know of their return.
When the soft crack of the Apparation died away in the alley the four left, a quiet descended that was almost unearthly. Even the rats and insects that permeated the alleys for the food that was there had hidden from the four, sensing something was wrong with them. It took quite some time for the aura they left behind to dissipate and normal activity to resume. Even then the scavengers that lived among the garbage avoided the place the four had stood for the rest of the night.
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