Ferinus Consanguinitas

A/N Sorry to worry you guys with the ending of the last chapter, but don't worry, this won't be a death fic, or at least not Draco or Harry dying. This chapter is a bit short, sorry bout that.

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The light was blinding, fading the color out of the world surrounding him, fine white sand moved under his boots making it hard to walk. He took a few steps forward, then tripped over a mass on the ground. Harry flipped over from where he fell and saw Remus lying face down in the sand, Harry moved closer to the man, his eyes still trying to adjust to the bright light. Moony's hazel eyes were still glazed over and he didn't move from where he fell, rope wrapped tightly around his wrists. Suddenly a body appeared from the empty air behind Remus, rolling a bit and slamming in to the werewolf. The body was face down in the sand, he was a rather large man in raggy clothes and his brown hair was slick with grease, the Dark Mark showed clearly on his bared arm. Harry stood and stuffed his cloak into a large inner pocket in his robe before grabbing Remus under his arms, pulling him away from the spot where more marked bodies began falling out of thin air.

Four men and one dark haired blindfolded woman were now laying awkwardly on top of one another. Harry walked back to the pile and took hold under Lyra's arms, he pulled her from the rest of the bodies and back to where he had left Remus. Her shirt was pushed back where it had been ripped open, and Harry could see Voldemort's mark burned into the skin around her naval. Harry looked up from that dreaded mark to take in his surroundings, a massive white sand desert stretched out all around him. He saw the a high black tower in the distance and beyond that were snowcapped mountains. There were no clouds in the sky and though the sun was bearing down on him, the air was relatively cool. He sat down beside Remus and tried to undo the ropes wrapped tightly around his wrists, he finally was able to get one hand out of the ropes, before he turned to undo Lyra's ropes as well. But he stopped himself as he once again took in the Dark Mark standing out sharply against her pale skin. He didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the mark of his enemy etched into the skin of someone he had considered a friend, but he was brought back to awareness by a groaning behind him. Remus was shaking his head and trying to push himself up from the warm sand, Harry went to his side and helped him to his knees.

"What happened? Where are we Harry?" His eyes were still unfocused and glazed, blinking rapidly as he took in their surroundings.

"I don't know Remus, we....we went through the veil. Do you think we are dead?" Harry slowly put his hand to his own chest, and gave out a sign of relief as he felt his steady heart beat, he turned back to Lyra who was beginning to move. He heard her whimper as she realized that her hands were tied behind her back. She rolled to her side contorting her body into as small as she could, bending her back and knees pulling her body through the circle of her bound arms, successfully bringing her hands to the front of her body. She lifted her hands to her face, hooking her thumbs under her blindfold.

"I wouldn't do that Lyra, it very bright out here." Lyra stilled, pulling her hands from her face and turning in the direction of his voice.

"Harry? Is that you?" Her voice sounded groggy and she tried to get to her feet, but the Veritaserum was still affecting her and she fell back to her knees. Remus was silent beside Harry, eyes downcast, face scrunched up in thought.

"How could you Lyra, I trusted you." Remus finally looked up, first at Harry, then to Lyra, his gaze ending at the Dark Mark on her stomach. Lyra had her head tilted to the side, her face a mask of confusion.

"Your a deatheater." Lyra turned her head in the direction of Remus' voice while covering the dark mark with her small hands.

"I may be marked, but I am no more a deatheater than either of you." Her voice was a bit stronger with conviction, but still sounded pitifully weak, she once again tried to stand but couldn't manage.

"Harry do you still have your wand?" Harry reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wand, and at the same time wondering why he hadn't thought to use it before they fell into the veil.

"Fix her eyes, but leave her hands bound." Harry nodded and cast the spell so the light wouldn't hurt Lyra's sensitive eyes. He reached down and remove her blindfold, the sudden light on her eyes was still a bit painful and she coward down to the sand arms awkwardly covering her eyes, but allowing them to adjust to the bright light.

"Is the Veritaserum still working Lyra?" She finally looked up to Harry, her black eyes were dilated and glazed over, She slowly nodded her head.

"Yes." Harry looked at Remus, they had no way of knowing whether she was lying about it still working, but Remus nodded his head before taking over the questioning.

"Did Voldemort mark you?" She turned her head to Remus swaying a bit on her knees, it looked as if she drank way too much firewiskey.

"Yes."

"Do you serve him?" She shook her head, looking down to the ground.

"No"

"Did you ever serve him?" She shook her head more ferociously this time, almost knocking herself over.

"No"

"Then how can you be marked?" Harry was getting frustrated and was starting to believe that Lyra was lying about the Veritaserum still working. He began pacing as Lyra hesitated to answer the question he posed.

"I was born marked." Harry stopped dead in his tracks and looked back to the kneeling woman. He opened his mouth to speak, but Remus beat him too it.

"How is that possible, people just aren't born marked." His voice was calm and he wasn't looking at Lyra, but at the ground as if he was asking the question to himself and not the person in front of him. Lyra was hesitating again, and Harry could see she was fighting the Veritaserum, not wanting to answer the question. Her voice came out choked and bitter, her body started shaking and Remus kneeled next to her grabbing her wrist and push the rope aside to check her pulse.

"Both of my parents were deatheaters, I was marked while still in the womb, that is why its on my naval, the curse came through my umbilical cord." Remus face was starting to look worried, he put his hand on Lyra's forehead, she pushed him away but the motion threw off her balance and she rolled from her knees and into the sand. Curling her body around herself

"Voldemort marked a pregnant woman?"

"It happened in the first trimester, they didn't know about me, didn't care." Tears began leaking out of her eyes and the white sand was sticking to the side of her face.

"Who are your parents?" She curled up tighter and began to rock, he voice came out as a pitiful plea.

"Please Harry....I....I don't want...to...talk about them, I wo....won't betray you....Harry, I don't serve.....Voldemort, plea..please don't make me... don't make me talk about them." Tears were pouring down her cheeks and her whole body was going into tremors.

"How much did they give her?" Harry looked at Remus for a second trying to figure out what he was asking, Veritaserum.

"Half a bottle." Harry remembered Hermione's face as the guard poured the Veritaserum into Lyra's mouth, she knew that it was way too much.

"Shit." Harry couldn't remember the man ever cursing before, so it must be bad. Remus rolled Lyra onto her stomach and lifted her up to her hands and knees, he forced her mouth open and shoved his finger down her throat causing her spew pinkish white foam and bile onto the sand. Remus held on to her as she emptied her stomach and began to shake violently. As soon as she finished dry heaving Remus leaned her back resting her body onto his as he knelt, took the rope still hanging off one of his wrists and forced her to bite it so she couldn't bite off her tongue as she began to go into convulsions. Harry felt helpless just standing there watching, he wrung his hands around the handle of his wand, wondering if there was any spell that would help. Much to his relief only a few minutes later Lyra's movements finally began to calm and Remus took the rope out of her mouth.

"Is she going to be ok?" Harry ask as he conjured a glass of water and handed it to Remus before untying Lyra's hands.

"Overdose is usually not fatal, but it can cause a permanent break in mind and body functions, but with her blood not purely human, I couldn't guess at what her reactions will be." Lyra began to breath normally, and Remus put the glass to her lips, she drank the water quickly and Harry refilled it twice before she refused to drink anymore.

"What do you mean by a break?" Lyra finally opened her eyes, they were still a bit glazed, she turned her body so that she was resting fully on Remus' chest, her legs between his knees, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Remus looked extremely uncomfortable and Lyra closed her eyes and rubbed her check lovingly against his chest while Remus began trying to untangle himself from her arms.

"Veritaserum messes with the brain, cutting off the ability to lie, but I also affects other parts of the brain as well. The few cases of overdose I have heard of caused muscle weakness, inability to control ones muscles, severe memory loss among other things. Though she doesn't seem to have any problems with muscle weakness considering her grip right now." Lyra's arms were locked tight around his waist and even with his extra werewolf strength he couldn't shake her loose.

"Char, I'm tired, go back to sleep." Lyra mumbled and Harry laughed at Remus' predicament before helping both him and Lyra to their feet. She was a bit unsteady but could support most of her own weight and she blushed profusely as she disentangled herself from the werewolf.

"We should get away from here, I really don't want to be around when they wake up." Remus said to Harry pointing at the pile of deatheaters.

"What did they give them?" Harry asked wondering why Remus and Lyra were aware and not the four other prisoners.

"Calming potion, extra strength, they gave it to me as well, but mine wore off sooner cause of the wolf, I don't think they gave any to Lyra, only the Veritaserum."

"Alright, should we do something about them?" Harry didn't really want the deatheaters running loose, but he couldn't justify causing them harm.

"Lets head for that tower, they will probably follow, but we have the only wand. Perhaps someone there will have a better clue as to what this place is." They crossed the sand slowly, their feet kept sliding in the fine sand. Lyra's movements were slow the two Gryffindors took turns helping her keep balance. The cross was made more difficult by the natural illusions of the desert, while the surrounding land looked flat, it was actually full of hills and valleys, hidden when viewed at a distance. Remus and Harry spoke as they walked, Lyra was barely conscious as she half walked half leaned on one or the other man.

They spoke of the myths and stories surrounding the arch, and their guesses of where they were. The only information either had on the arch was that is was were they put the worst of the criminals before the wizarding world was able to control the dementors and open Azkaban. No one knows exactly what the arch is and where those who go through end up, but they knew no one ever came back. They tried to remain calm about the situation, but both realized that they had very little chance of seeing their loved ones again. Harry almost broke down at the thought of never seeing Draco again, whatever it was that they had together, Harry did not want to lose it. Neither of them mentioned the person that was on both of their minds, the one who preceded them into the veil, could he possibly be here as well?

It took around five hours to finally reach the foot of the black stone tower and in all that time the sun hadn't changed position, still blazing down on them without the heat that they would have expected. Harry eased Lyra to the ground beside the tower and began looking for a way in while Remus looked over the dark haired woman. He circled behind the tower and finally found what looked to be a picture frame attached to the wall. In the frame was what looked like the Fat Lady from the Gryffindor tower.

"Hello?" The picture did not move and Harry reached out to touch it, the frame easily swung open revealing the entrance to the tower. Harry ran back to Remus and Lyra to tell them what he found. Lyra was unconscious, and Remus said she would be fine and just need sleep, he picked her up and followed Harry back to the entrance. Remus studied the portrait for a few minutes while Harry check the entrance for any deadly wards or curses, kicking himself a bit that he didn't think to do that earlier. He didn't find any wards and no curses, deciding it was safe to walk into the tower. Remus set Lyra down in a shaded area just inside the entrance before follow Harry into the main room. Both men stood in shock as they looked at an almost exact replica of the Gryffindor common room. Harry could see two figures huddled close together on the couch, another was sitting in a chair, but he couldn't make out who they were from where he stood. There was no fire burning and the room lacked windows of anykind. The portraits surrounding the room were all unmoving. Throughout the room were ribbons and banner's all with 'Happy Birthday Harry' written on them. Both men wore confused looks on their faces, Remus walked towards the occupied chair as Harry went around the couch slowly, the people sitting there hadn't moved and he was afraid of startling them.

"Oh my God." Sitting on the an exact replica of the couch he and his friends used to spend so much time on were his parents. James smiling brightly a golden snitch hovering around his outstretched hand, his other arm was wrapped around Lilly, who was cuddled up to her husband, smiling as well, a wrapped present sat in her lap. Their features were unchanged from those that he had in his picture album, still in their early twenties. Harry looked up to Remus trying to get his attention, but the werewolf was staring at the other figure sitting in a seat close by, it was Remus a book on his lap, smiling as brightly as the other two. His age was the same as Harry's parents, no gray streaks running through his hair and all the worry lines were gone. None of the figures moved from their positions, they were like mannequins, and Harry stifled a sob as he grasped his mothers hand to find it was cold. He quickly let go, moving to where Remus stood, the werewolf bent down to his other self in the chair.

"Harry may I used your wand?" Harry nodded and handed the wand to his ex-professor.

"Finite Incantum." The younger Remus looked like it was almost melting and it and the chair it sat in changed into a pile of white sand. Harry looked confused as Remus stood up and looked over to the couch where his two lost friends sat, he raised the wand to them as well, but Harry grasped his arm, eyes welling up with tears.

"Its not them Harry, its just sand transfigured to look like them, Im guessing that everything in this room has just been transfigured out of sand." Harry let go of his arm and nodded. Remus waved the wand and Harry watched as the couch and his parents melted away into white piles leaving only the hovering snitch. Harry reached out, capturing the small winged ball, fingering the etched designs on its metal surface.

"This is real." He held it out to Remus, but pulled it back quickly as he noticed letters carved into its surface, 'SB'. His eyes widened and he rushed over to Remus who had walked over to the circular staircase and was about to thrust it in his face when he heard a crash from upstairs.

"Stupid oven, where is that batty house elf when you need him." Both men were glued to the spot, mouths a gape as they listened to the commotion upstairs. There was more crashing from the second floor of the tower, but neither moved, footsteps began echoing down the steps.

"Harry!! You weren't supposed to come until later tonight, the party was supposed to be a surprise. How could you Remus, you were supposed to stall him, got caught up reading a book again did you?" Sirius was smiling, a present in one hand as he reached out to give Harry a one armed hug.


A/N I know that I am probably going to get this question/complaint with this chapter so let me just clarify now :) . As far as Sirius being dead, he wasn't actually AK'd in the book like he was in the movie, the book says Bellatrix was shooting out red light from her wand and describes "a look of mingled fear and surprise" on his face as he fell through the veil, so Bella's curse didn't kill him.