The lightning was streaking through the sky like a sword. The night sky was pitch black. No stars, no moon, all darkness. The dark mark was stronger than ever before. It glowed a deadly black and green colour. The feeling of DeJa'Vu was taking over. It felt just like the time before the battle of hogwarts. There was one thing they all knew; this was definitely not a good sign. Something horrific was going to happen; they could feel it. One by one, they all apparated to the Potter manor. They felt a tingly sensation running through their body.‘Expelliarmus’, ‘Crucio’, ‘Rictumsempra’ ‘Protego’. Spells were being cast and dodged from all around. Not one break, not one feeling of safety, nothing. “GINNY” shouted Harry as he ran to his wife who was holding a 4-year-old James Sirius Potter, an infant Albus Severus Potter and a scarred 10-year-old named Teddy was standing next to them. “DAD,” shouted Teddy “No, it cannot be. Your dead. You can’t. He can’t. Godfather. Harry?” Teddy was shaking. He was mumbling all sort of rubbish, not knowing what to do. No one had ever seen him like this before. Harry felt pity for the boy. Sometimes he felt like teddy was a mirror to his own past. Although he had a family that loved him and not once did Teddy question that fact. “I have a kid?” asked Remus. He looked beyond happy, beyond ecstatic. “I have a child. I love you so much son. I’m sorry for ever causing you pain. I just want you to know that I love you, and I’ll always love you. Even when I'm dead in the future.” Remus himself was beginning to sob and cry. Sirius came up to him tried to comfort them both. Ginny was crying on Harry’s shoulder. Ever since the battle of Hogwarts Harry and Ginny had raised teddy like their own son. Teddy had a much better relationship with her than Harry. To him, Ginny was like a mother, a sister, a mentor. The beautiful moment was interrupted by the Ron who was casting protection spells all around them, rebounding all the spells that were sent their way. They knew they were outnumbered. One by one Ginny, James, Lily, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus, Sirius, Peter, James, Albus, Teddy, Luna and Neville were all gathering in a circle. The air was filled tension. An unnerving tension that made Harry’s hair stand up. This was a fight in which he couldn't use anyone he loved, for he loved them too much. The past ones couldn’t die because it could change the future and he couldn’t lose his parents again. It all hurt. It was a feeling of pain, of sadness, of endless feelings of chaos. They were fighting for their lives. ‘Diffindo’ Pain that was all that Hermione felt. In the very middle of her stomach was a very deep cut that was bleeding out. Ron looked furious. They all knew he was going to kill the person who had done that.  Hermione was still fighting. She got up and began to throw furious spells at the death eaters never-ending. She was furious. It was not every day that Harry and Ginny saw Hermione like this; they looked thoroughly shocked. He knew why she was fighting. They both knew that there is too much to lose. Harry couldn’t see his parents and friends killed again. He couldn’t see anyone he loved getting killed again. He would break. Only now did he realise he has an objective worth fighting for. Remus aimed for the death eaters who had injured Sirius, and the curse hit his target. His blood splattered all over the manor, but Remus didn’t feel one drop of guilt. No one hurt Sirius in front of him. Sirius smirked and muttered a curse at a death eater that was right behind Remus. Remus just smirked back with a hint of amusement in his eyes.