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Connie · 10-08-2010, 12:51 AM

Epilogue

Of Heads or Tails Twenty Three Years Later

Crookshanks was walking around in the train station one day, and jumped onto the bench beside a young woman very deep in thought. Crookshanks often times on sunny days would see this same young woman in a small square having her lunch. He was in the need of something very specific and needed somewhere to think how to get what he needed. He figured the woman was so deep in thought she wouldn’t notice him being there. She seemed to be distressed about something indeed.

He touched her mind out of curiosity just to see what was troubling her. She was trying to figure what bills she would be able to pay from her paycheck she just received. Her mind went to her little baby she adored and felt a desperation to do better by her than what she was able to do. She was thinking maybe she could write and try to publish her little story she had written a rough draft for. But who was she kidding. She didn’t think publishing one little children’s story would go very far in giving what she wanted for her child.

Crookshanks considered the young woman and made a decision that would help him with his dilemma, and the young woman with hers. He started putting thoughts into her head. She quickly got out an ink pen and a napkin she had from her coffee and doughnut she had that morning. Next she wrote: “Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived” She looked at it and scribbled it out and wrote, “Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone” by J.K. Rowling. She smiled and started writing on any piece of scrap paper she could find. She was looking for more paper when she noticed Crookshanks.

“Well, hello. I didn’t notice you sitting there. Have you been separated from your master?” She asked.

He answered in her mind. “My master has given me my freedom to search for the love of my life. I found her master, Luna, only to find my Moondrop is no longer of this world.” I have a great need to help the young Muggles of this world to recognize the difference of good and bad. I see a great tendency of young Muggles going in search of dark and evil things. I want to be able to help them see the choices they have in life. And I’m thinking if I tell you the story of Harry Potter and his struggles, this would help you and me.”

Miss Rowling sat there looking at Crookshanks in disbelieving awe. She shook her head still looking at Crookshanks. “Please believe what is in your mind. Go ahead and get on the train, wherein, I will accompany you and give you proof you are not going senile as you are thinking at this moment.”

Her train came and she boarded it with trepidation. The cat, she noticed followed her also. “I need to go to the Dr. and see if I am going senile.” The cat jumped upon the seat across from her. Feeling her anxiety, he felt it best to approach her from a different angle. He curled up in a ball and slept.

They traveled in silence and Miss Rowling started thinking she had somehow imagined the whole thing. Still though, she looked at the cat curled up on the seat across from her, and wondered what had made her think what she thought she heard.

The train stopped and Miss Rowling jumped up and got off of the train, and hurried into a coffee shop. She looked around and was relieved to see the cat was no longer around. She got her coffee and sat waiting for her next commute. She was sitting looking at her notes she had taken and couldn’t think what to write next.

“Miss, can I share your table with you?” She looked up and smiled at the small boy in front of her holding a napkin, a doughnut, and a book. “I would be delighted.” she said as she looked around. “Where are your parents? You know it is very dangerous to talk to strangers.” She still smiling let her eyes roam the shop. It appeared they were alone.

“My name is Jimmy, and I was wondering if I could get you to sign my book for me.” He handed her the book and she smiled taking it.

“Why would you want me to sign your book?” she asked the small boy. Overwhelming joy shone in her eyes as the thought of being a famous author came into her mind. “You must have me confused with somebody else. I am not an author, although I am entertaining the idea.” She was delighted with the boy, and again looked around for his parents. “What is your book about?” She looked down at it and gasped. The book cover read, “Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone” by J.K. Rowling.

She looked back up from the book to see not the small boy, but the same cat she seen on the train. When she looked back to the book, it wasn’t there. Only her hands still was in position as though she had a book in her hands.

“My name is Crookshanks, and I am a Werecat. My special magic is communication, mind over matter, and deception, in which I am a master of. Will you please let me finish the story I started giving you on the train? I really believe it will help young people to choose good over evil.”

Finally, Miss Rowling accepted that a Werecat was speaking to her through her mind. It was very strange to her. She asked in her mind, “Why is it so important to you that young people know about the choices of good over evil?”

“I’ve been wondering for days in a stupor sense I found out that not only is the love of my life, Moondrop, gone from me, but some of my grand kittens. A group of young Muggles stole them and used them for a demonic ritual. I am overcome with grief and sadness. My first instinct was to track them down and kill them on the spot, but I found that they are just young, and don’t know where they fit in. They do what makes them look impressive so they’ll be accepted. Gangs are the easiest social group to get into, and so they do these things. I believe if some of these young humans understood right from wrong, and good from evil, they wouldn’t get involved in these demonic rituals. Love is the greatest power of all, and it is a free gift to all.”

“I am so sorry Crookshanks, for your loss of Moondrop and your family members. I will be happy to tell Harry’s story. How will we do this?”

“I have already put the story as it happened in your memory. The brain translates very quick, much faster than a standard computer. I put the thoughts there; now you will be able to translate it to paper in story form. I would suggest though, you leave out any mention of the pre Harry Potter time period, the Tesseract, time travel, and everything that was changed due to magic. And also about me being a werecat.”

“Yes, I agree. It would take away from the story theme, be too much of a distraction. But the Harry, Ginny day was so sweet, I wish I could put that in. But I won’t. Can I ask though, what did Ginny spray her vial of helper on to make Harry remember her when he wasn’t near her?”

“Ah, yes, a good question. She was most ingenious. When she found out he was leaving to look for the Horcrux’s, she snuck into his room one day when he was mucking out the hen house getting ready for Bill and Fluer’s wedding, and sprayed it on the Marauders Map.”

“And did Ginny tell Hermione and Ron about Harry’s memory of the night Voldemort killed his parents, and you?”

“Yes, she did, and they didn’t believe her. She had to tell them about her day of flying with Harry, the Imps and all that happened with that. They still didn’t believe her. So, early one morning they met at Harry’s house before he and Ginny were married, and she brought her lemon and held it in her hand, and said, “I wish to remember the day I flew with Harry.” Dumbledore had imbued the lemon with the memories of that day, even the part in the hospital wing, when Harry was dying. They all watched it one day from beginning to end. Ron was devastated that he had done such a thing. But they all convinced him he was infected with the Imps, and he finally got over it for the most part. They were all horrified watching the memory of the night Voldemort murdered Harry’s parents, and me. They were heartbroken over Sirius’s anguish over losing his best friends.”

“Did Sirius and Miss Lissydove ever come back to see Harry?”

“That was a most joyous occasion! You cannot believe the tears that fell from their eyes. Sirius and Lissydove have a small family themselves and they all live close, and visit each other often.”

“Did Hermione ever realize you are a Werecat?”

Crookshanks thought back to a point in his memory, and then answered, “Sort of. Just before she went to the Weasley’s, she put a charm on her parents causing them to believe they were these other people and didn’t have any children, only a cat that they love very much. She convinced them this was the only way she would be safe, and the only way she would be safe as she wouldn’t be worrying if they were ok. After she performed the charm, she suddenly felt a detachment from them as though they had died, and was most bereaved and troubled to the point of crying uncontrollably. I showed myself to her, and told her what I was. After I convinced her of this truth, I was able to let her know that I would keep her parents safe, and then I caused her to forget, only about me being a werecat. But at least, she wasn’t so terrified of leaving her parents then.”

“And did any death eaters show up and question them?”

“Yes, a couple came to the house one day when the Grangers happened to be at the grocery store. I let them in as Jimmy. I knew who they were when I touched their minds as they rang the doorbell. Before they could ask for the Grangers I made them think the couple they were seeking walked in through the door. I allowed them to think they were questioning them and then they left. I knew their report wouldn’t satisfy Voldemort, so I followed them, and when they met with the dark lord, I planted a memory in their minds. And as I knew he would be, the dark lord was very demanding to know everything. Finally I made them say that they had to torture the couple to tell the truth, and still they held with saying they didn’t know a Hermione Granger and they didn’t have any children. “The torture left them with minds of babies, incoherent and useless, so we killed them. It will appear that they committed a double suicide.” they told him. Voldemort was most pleased with them. Nobody came after that time.”

“Why didn’t you let Remus know you are a werecat.” she asked

“Poor Remus had enough on his plate what with Snape always breathing down his neck, and his constant struggle he would have with his conscience whether he should tell Dumbledore about me or not. I didn’t want him to have to be responsible for knowing about me. I would have if ever I needed to though.”

“How was Ginny able to keep from speaking of the Tesseract?” It was easy while she was in school. She knew she would be laughed at for telling such a tale. After the final war, she went through a time of depression. She wanted to go back in the past and fix it so that Fred was able to move out of the way of that curse. And do the same for Remus and Tonks. Then the thought of little Collin Creevy and his even smaller brother came to mind. She should bring them back also. As she thought of different ones who lost their lives, she wanted to bring them all back. This is when she told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about the Tesseract. Harry got them all in to see the new Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. He asked her if they could speak to Dumbledore’s portrait in private. Of course she would never refuse Harry. He asked Dumbledore about letting them go back and letting them change time so he could bring back Dumbledore. He reasoned that if Dumbledore was still alive he and Dumbledore would have found all the Horcruxes, and the war wouldn’t have happened and all the lives wouldn’t have been lost.

“And what about the last piece of Voldemort’s soul Harry? How do you suggest we would have gotten rid of that?”

Harry thought about that for a good long bit. “He said in that soft voice he has that he, Dumbledore would have to kill him to get to the last piece of Voldemort’s soul. But it was a sacrifice; he was willing to take, to bring back everybody else. “The portrait looked sadly at Ginny.

Ginny understood. “We can’t do it. Not any of it. It will cause rips in the universe. And also because for each instance we change, a paradox would occur. Too many unexplainable things would happen. Maybe," she said "not in every case, but many just the same. Just like with Miss Lissydove.”

Dumbledore spoke quietly and with such conviction they bowed their heads till he spoke more steadily. “Plus, finally realizing my weakness to control my own struggle with power, only for the good; I put myself under a mind control that made me forget the Tesseract, and all that we did through the past year. You see, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit still while the Dementors went after Harry during the Quidditch game, or any of the unfortunate things that happened hence that time. I could just go into the room and cause things to change. Harry’s name wouldn’t have been put in the Triwizard cup, and…”

Before he could continue, Ron spoke up. But, that would have been great! Harry wouldn’t have gone through what he did; Cedrick would still be alive…”

“And Voldemort would have gained all the time he needed to defeat the wizarding world for his evil dominance. Don’t you see how hard it was when we found out even before he was fully ready for us to know he was back? We would have lost the war. Although these things were most unfortunate, they needed to happen.”

Not wanting to give up Ron piped up with, “But you could fix it with the Tesser…thingy!”

“And another rip maybe even irreparable would open. The very thing I spent centuries fixing would once again need fixing. It was best to leave it untouched sitting in that room, until I had Minerva send for Ottery St. Catchpole to come and get it.”

“Professor? Sir?” Harry spoke deep in thought. Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled. “Yes Harry?”

“If you made yourself forget, then… well, what I mean to say…” he shifted his weight and looked at Dumbledore.

“How am I able to tell you about it now?” he asked smiling upon his young friend he so greatly admired.

“Well, yes Sir” Harry answered looking into those wonderful blue eyes that he trusted his life to.

“Perhaps you have the answer to that already. Think on it for a second, I’m sure you’ll come up with the answer.” Dumbledore was clearly having a good time, his eyes dancing in merriment.

Harry looked up after a moment and spoke slowly at first then gained speed as he was confident in his answer. “That night on the tower when we got back from Voldemort’s hidden lake, you put a freezing charm on me. But as you went over… when you … died … the charm left me. So, when you died, the spell you put on yourself quit working also. You were able to remember then.”

Dumbledore closed his eyes slowly and smiled, as he nodded his head yes. “Yes, Harry, it was at that moment I remembered. Very good Harry. I was quite sure you knew.”

Miss Rowling spoke up then. Thinking of Harry and Dumbledore, “Did Ginny ever show Harry the memory book Madam Pomfrey made him?”

“Yes, she did. It was very close to this point of time we’re discussing now. They started to leave the office very down in the face, when Harry turned back to the portrait of Dumbledore.”

“Sir, I’d like to thank you for teaching me to stay calm when things are very unsettling. I watched the memory book Madame Pomfrey made me. If I had known then what I know now, I think everything would be different. If I hadn’t been such a hot head I wouldn’t have gone off like a mad man and messed things up.”

“You didn’t react any differently than I had expected you to if you found out, Harry. And the way you came to me and demanded answers was very adult acting of you. I’m so happy you had the courage and strength to try to find out. The only reason I had to change time was because you would have started looking for the Horcrux’s. And I didn’t know enough about them to teach you, what each one was, where they were, or anything.”

“Well thank you for everything, and you too Professor Snape. The two of you are the wisest, most honorable and brave men I have ever known, and probably ever will know.”

“Do you know what became of your son?” Miss Rowling asked Crookshanks.

“Yes, yes I do. He was given to a girl in Ginny’s grade. Her name is Tina. She and her husband Aaron are the only humans to know he is a werecat. They still to this day have many adventures together.”

“I think there are only three maybe three, no five more questions I’ll ask. When Dumbledore returned Harry from the Tesseract, you said Dumbledore told you that Harry was very upset, and in much the same frame of mind. Do you know what he was upset about?”

“Yes, he had been looking at the photo album that Hagrid had given him. He snuck into Hogsmeade that day under his invisibility cloak and just learned that Sirius Black was his Godfather, and he supposedly had betrayed his parents to Voldemort. And speaking of photo albums, Dumbledore gave Ginny the albums of Harry and Lily’s childhoods that I gave to Sirius the night Harry lost his parents, during Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts. He told her that she would need to give him the albums after Harry defeated Voldemort.”

“You had another question you wanted to ask?”

“I am curious whatever became of the LED Monitor. I know that sense the alteration of time, the Mirror of Erised didn’t produce the LED Monitor. But, Dumbledore kept the small one in the time bending room, and put it in his pocket when they left, so it should still be around. What happened to it?

Crookshanks looked at Miss Rowling and blinked several times. Then he continued to speak in his mind to her. “Albus was nearing his time of death when he devised his most brilliant plan of all I think. He called a meeting with Kingsley Shacklebolt, and told him that Sirius Black was alive and that he went back in time with a time turner of his own, and saved Sirius from The Killing Curse just seconds before it was cast. He caused an imprint from Harry’s memory to form in the place of Sirius to get hit, and fall through the veil. Sense he was proven innocent then, Shacklebolt would send notice to Sirius, and then he and Lissydove could come back and live free. Of course this scenario was completely fabricated, because he had made himself forget about the Tesseract in Harry‘s third year, yet he was still able to devise the plan saying he used his own time turner. He also instructed Kingsley at that time to give the LED Monitor to Lissy with the instructions to come back to Hogwarts and work in the Hospital Wing. She was to re-enchant the Mirror of Erised, using the small LED Monitor.”

“Oh my! That really was ingenious! Did Harry and the Dursley’s ever become close as family members do?”

“Not all of them. Uncle Vernon died of a heart attack the year Harry left. Dudley and Petunia stayed in hiding. Dudley was told how to get a hold of Dedilus and found out about Potterwatch on Dedilus’s old radio that he was listening to one time when Dudley went over, and kept up with the news. Dudley has a little family, and he named his first born son after Harry. Petunia‘s stone wall around her heart crumbled down around her as she listened to everything that was going on in Harry‘s world. She found herself grief stricken that she left Harry without telling him she loved him. She was in constant fear for Harry from that day till Voldemort was killed. She cried to the depth of her soul in anguish over the story that was told of how Harry gave his life to save everyone, including her and Dudley. And she was so very proud of Lily for having a son who was able to overcome the hate he grew up with and turned out the way he did despite the way he was brought up. She begged Harry to forgive her. She became a devoted grandmother to her grandchildren, both Dudley’s and Harry’s. She told excellent tails of enchantments, magic, witches and wizards. Petunia lives with her Dudders of course, and they have family gatherings on occasion.

“Another question?”

“Well, I was wondering what Ginny ever did with Harry’s T-Shirt she kept. It said something about love causing her heart to dance.”

“Love Is The Music My Heart Dances To” It was Harry’s shirt and she had planned all along to give it back to him. And she finally did. Most young human women have the need to have something sexually alluring to wear to bed on their wedding night. This shirt wasn’t meant for that, but it was what she wore to bed on her wedding night, as a gift back to Harry.”

“Oh I like that. I’ll have to make sure I use that in the story.” she said with a smile looking up as if she was reading her story off of the wall in front of her.

“You probably want to re-think that idea. Your readers won’t see the significance of it. You can’t mention anything that has to do with the time adjustment.

Crookshanks looked at Miss Rowling and told her to ask her fourth question.

She drew in her breath and said, “You and Harry was such good friends when he was a baby, and then again through Hogwarts. But every time he came close to remembering, you or Dumbledore caused him not to. It is so terribly sad that he didn’t ever get to remember you. Does he still not remember you?”

“Yes, it was after Ginny gave him the memory book. Harry put enough together that I went ahead and told him. He remembered everything, how we were great friends, my teaching him to fly, teaching him seeker skills, him nearly killing me, everything. It was a very joyous occasion.”

They talked in their minds till it was time for Miss Rowling to catch the next train home.

“Where are you staying Crookshanks? You are free from Hermione?”

“I am free, though I miss her very much. I am staying where ever my feet take me, and I sleep where ever I am when they can’t go any further.”

“Why don’t you come home with me? Although I am allergic to cats, I’m sure I can find something to give me relief. We can collaborate on the story together.”

“You want to be my master?” he asked her shocked that she would want him.

“I don’t feel comfortable owning you. Let’s just say we are friends helping each other.”

“I could go for that if you’re sure. I would like to be with friends now that I have nearly reached the end of my time. I figure I have maybe a couple months left. OK, I’ll be happy to stay with you. And I assure you, you have not to worry about your allergies with me. I … so it happens, am allergenic free.”

“I’m sorry, but there is one other question I’d love to have the answer to, if you know it.” She looked at him as they continued to walk away into the sunset. “The time when you, Dumbledore and Ginny were setting things back to order, when Ginny first got there, one of the windows she saw was of two young boys and a little girl playing, ‘Ring Around The Rosie’. Do you know who the children were and what the significance of it was?”

“Yes, I do know. It was Albus, his brother and little sister at a time in another universe where that tragedy of his little sisters death hadn’t occurred. He always kept that for him to watch to keep him honest so to speak. You see, in that universe, there wasn’t any fight so, she wasn’t killed and he never realized the wrong in, for the greater good, as he was thinking it as in those days. He was a very different wizard, one none of us would want to be associated with. He wasn’t evil per say, just very unfair to the Muggles he ruled over.”

A/N And so it is now, the end of the story. The uncommon things that happen in life most times go unnoticed or ignored. But if time is taken to look at these uncommon things, a whole new way of viewing things can give you a different perspective on life and the way you choose to live it.

The title can be pondered upon and each time you might come away with a different idea of what it means.

Heads or Tails - could be: Human or Cat
Heads or Tails - could be: Beginnings or Ends
Heads or Tails - could be: The toss of a coin

Or it could be one of those uncommon times that Jimmy Pryor, Tom, Crookshanks, wanted to tell about for an interesting story; the beginning of a story being one thing and the end of the story being another, tying together the common and uncommon by one individual living in both.

While I enjoyed creating this story, it would not have been possible without the mind of JK Rowling creating the Harry Potter books. My intention was to fill in holes to her story with uncommon things I made up using her own creations, with the exceptions of: KellyBear, Lissydove, Maria, Merlin, Obi-Wan-K’Lari, OtterySt.Catchpole, Teddy and Steven. The Tesseract I borrowed from a book I read ages ago called, “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’engle. All the time space mumbo jumbo was me trying to make it sound real, but uncommon.

I need to thank Emily Black for being my BETA READER, from chapter 27 on. She did an outstanding job, and is a very creative and talented writer herself. Look for her name on the bookshelves in the near future. Also, I need to be fair to her and say that I withheld the last chapter and Epilogue from her so she could be surprised as everyone else. So any mistakes, not hers, all mine and mine alone.

I would also like to remind everyone that the characters Ottery St. Catchpole and Teddy belong to Ottery himself, and it was so very generous of him to lend them to my story even though I took them somewhat out of the character he made them. For instance Teddy isn’t married in any of ~ Otts’s FF’s; nor does Ottery live in Bulgaria with KellyBear and they’re children, and run a web site called Seeker of the Snitch. (In real life or his FF’s) So, just remember this as you read any of his FF’s. Thank you again ~Otts, You’re the best Pal!

And lastly; (finally, yes?) I want to thank everyone for making my first time writing experience a thrill. I love each of you who commented, and the ones who only read along. I loved this story, and if I missed any explanations in the Epilogue, fill free to ask me questions. All comments are welcome. Thank you

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Connie Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Florida Posts: 1,415 Hogwarts RPG Name: Janet Lynn Gordon Fifth Year	Werecats are people too! Reader of Fan Fictions Epilogue Of Heads or Tails Twenty Three Years Later Crookshanks was walking around in the train station one day, and jumped onto the bench beside a young woman very deep in thought. Crookshanks often times on sunny days would see this same young woman in a small square having her lunch. He was in the need of something very specific and needed somewhere to think how to get what he needed. He figured the woman was so deep in thought she wouldn’t notice him being there. She seemed to be distressed about something indeed. He touched her mind out of curiosity just to see what was troubling her. She was trying to figure what bills she would be able to pay from her paycheck she just received. Her mind went to her little baby she adored and felt a desperation to do better by her than what she was able to do. She was thinking maybe she could write and try to publish her little story she had written a rough draft for. But who was she kidding. She didn’t think publishing one little children’s story would go very far in giving what she wanted for her child. Crookshanks considered the young woman and made a decision that would help him with his dilemma, and the young woman with hers. He started putting thoughts into her head. She quickly got out an ink pen and a napkin she had from her coffee and doughnut she had that morning. Next she wrote: “Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived” She looked at it and scribbled it out and wrote, “Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone” by J.K. Rowling. She smiled and started writing on any piece of scrap paper she could find. She was looking for more paper when she noticed Crookshanks. “Well, hello. I didn’t notice you sitting there. Have you been separated from your master?” She asked. He answered in her mind. “My master has given me my freedom to search for the love of my life. I found her master, Luna, only to find my Moondrop is no longer of this world.” I have a great need to help the young Muggles of this world to recognize the difference of good and bad. I see a great tendency of young Muggles going in search of dark and evil things. I want to be able to help them see the choices they have in life. And I’m thinking if I tell you the story of Harry Potter and his struggles, this would help you and me.” Miss Rowling sat there looking at Crookshanks in disbelieving awe. She shook her head still looking at Crookshanks. “Please believe what is in your mind. Go ahead and get on the train, wherein, I will accompany you and give you proof you are not going senile as you are thinking at this moment.” Her train came and she boarded it with trepidation. The cat, she noticed followed her also. “I need to go to the Dr. and see if I am going senile.” The cat jumped upon the seat across from her. Feeling her anxiety, he felt it best to approach her from a different angle. He curled up in a ball and slept. They traveled in silence and Miss Rowling started thinking she had somehow imagined the whole thing. Still though, she looked at the cat curled up on the seat across from her, and wondered what had made her think what she thought she heard. The train stopped and Miss Rowling jumped up and got off of the train, and hurried into a coffee shop. She looked around and was relieved to see the cat was no longer around. She got her coffee and sat waiting for her next commute. She was sitting looking at her notes she had taken and couldn’t think what to write next. “Miss, can I share your table with you?” She looked up and smiled at the small boy in front of her holding a napkin, a doughnut, and a book. “I would be delighted.” she said as she looked around. “Where are your parents? You know it is very dangerous to talk to strangers.” She still smiling let her eyes roam the shop. It appeared they were alone. “My name is Jimmy, and I was wondering if I could get you to sign my book for me.” He handed her the book and she smiled taking it. “Why would you want me to sign your book?” she asked the small boy. Overwhelming joy shone in her eyes as the thought of being a famous author came into her mind. “You must have me confused with somebody else. I am not an author, although I am entertaining the idea.” She was delighted with the boy, and again looked around for his parents. “What is your book about?” She looked down at it and gasped. The book cover read, “Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone” by J.K. Rowling. She looked back up from the book to see not the small boy, but the same cat she seen on the train. When she looked back to the book, it wasn’t there. Only her hands still was in position as though she had a book in her hands. “My name is Crookshanks, and I am a Werecat. My special magic is communication, mind over matter, and deception, in which I am a master of. Will you please let me finish the story I started giving you on the train? I really believe it will help young people to choose good over evil.” Finally, Miss Rowling accepted that a Werecat was speaking to her through her mind. It was very strange to her. She asked in her mind, “Why is it so important to you that young people know about the choices of good over evil?” “I’ve been wondering for days in a stupor sense I found out that not only is the love of my life, Moondrop, gone from me, but some of my grand kittens. A group of young Muggles stole them and used them for a demonic ritual. I am overcome with grief and sadness. My first instinct was to track them down and kill them on the spot, but I found that they are just young, and don’t know where they fit in. They do what makes them look impressive so they’ll be accepted. Gangs are the easiest social group to get into, and so they do these things. I believe if some of these young humans understood right from wrong, and good from evil, they wouldn’t get involved in these demonic rituals. Love is the greatest power of all, and it is a free gift to all.” “I am so sorry Crookshanks, for your loss of Moondrop and your family members. I will be happy to tell Harry’s story. How will we do this?” “I have already put the story as it happened in your memory. The brain translates very quick, much faster than a standard computer. I put the thoughts there; now you will be able to translate it to paper in story form. I would suggest though, you leave out any mention of the pre Harry Potter time period, the Tesseract, time travel, and everything that was changed due to magic. And also about me being a werecat.” “Yes, I agree. It would take away from the story theme, be too much of a distraction. But the Harry, Ginny day was so sweet, I wish I could put that in. But I won’t. Can I ask though, what did Ginny spray her vial of helper on to make Harry remember her when he wasn’t near her?” “Ah, yes, a good question. She was most ingenious. When she found out he was leaving to look for the Horcrux’s, she snuck into his room one day when he was mucking out the hen house getting ready for Bill and Fluer’s wedding, and sprayed it on the Marauders Map.” “And did Ginny tell Hermione and Ron about Harry’s memory of the night Voldemort killed his parents, and you?” “Yes, she did, and they didn’t believe her. She had to tell them about her day of flying with Harry, the Imps and all that happened with that. They still didn’t believe her. So, early one morning they met at Harry’s house before he and Ginny were married, and she brought her lemon and held it in her hand, and said, “I wish to remember the day I flew with Harry.” Dumbledore had imbued the lemon with the memories of that day, even the part in the hospital wing, when Harry was dying. They all watched it one day from beginning to end. Ron was devastated that he had done such a thing. But they all convinced him he was infected with the Imps, and he finally got over it for the most part. They were all horrified watching the memory of the night Voldemort murdered Harry’s parents, and me. They were heartbroken over Sirius’s anguish over losing his best friends.” “Did Sirius and Miss Lissydove ever come back to see Harry?” “That was a most joyous occasion! You cannot believe the tears that fell from their eyes. Sirius and Lissydove have a small family themselves and they all live close, and visit each other often.” “Did Hermione ever realize you are a Werecat?” Crookshanks thought back to a point in his memory, and then answered, “Sort of. Just before she went to the Weasley’s, she put a charm on her parents causing them to believe they were these other people and didn’t have any children, only a cat that they love very much. She convinced them this was the only way she would be safe, and the only way she would be safe as she wouldn’t be worrying if they were ok. After she performed the charm, she suddenly felt a detachment from them as though they had died, and was most bereaved and troubled to the point of crying uncontrollably. I showed myself to her, and told her what I was. After I convinced her of this truth, I was able to let her know that I would keep her parents safe, and then I caused her to forget, only about me being a werecat. But at least, she wasn’t so terrified of leaving her parents then.” “And did any death eaters show up and question them?” “Yes, a couple came to the house one day when the Grangers happened to be at the grocery store. I let them in as Jimmy. I knew who they were when I touched their minds as they rang the doorbell. Before they could ask for the Grangers I made them think the couple they were seeking walked in through the door. I allowed them to think they were questioning them and then they left. I knew their report wouldn’t satisfy Voldemort, so I followed them, and when they met with the dark lord, I planted a memory in their minds. And as I knew he would be, the dark lord was very demanding to know everything. Finally I made them say that they had to torture the couple to tell the truth, and still they held with saying they didn’t know a Hermione Granger and they didn’t have any children. “The torture left them with minds of babies, incoherent and useless, so we killed them. It will appear that they committed a double suicide.” they told him. Voldemort was most pleased with them. Nobody came after that time.” “Why didn’t you let Remus know you are a werecat.” she asked “Poor Remus had enough on his plate what with Snape always breathing down his neck, and his constant struggle he would have with his conscience whether he should tell Dumbledore about me or not. I didn’t want him to have to be responsible for knowing about me. I would have if ever I needed to though.” “How was Ginny able to keep from speaking of the Tesseract?” It was easy while she was in school. She knew she would be laughed at for telling such a tale. After the final war, she went through a time of depression. She wanted to go back in the past and fix it so that Fred was able to move out of the way of that curse. And do the same for Remus and Tonks. Then the thought of little Collin Creevy and his even smaller brother came to mind. She should bring them back also. As she thought of different ones who lost their lives, she wanted to bring them all back. This is when she told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about the Tesseract. Harry got them all in to see the new Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. He asked her if they could speak to Dumbledore’s portrait in private. Of course she would never refuse Harry. He asked Dumbledore about letting them go back and letting them change time so he could bring back Dumbledore. He reasoned that if Dumbledore was still alive he and Dumbledore would have found all the Horcruxes, and the war wouldn’t have happened and all the lives wouldn’t have been lost. “And what about the last piece of Voldemort’s soul Harry? How do you suggest we would have gotten rid of that?” Harry thought about that for a good long bit. “He said in that soft voice he has that he, Dumbledore would have to kill him to get to the last piece of Voldemort’s soul. But it was a sacrifice; he was willing to take, to bring back everybody else. “The portrait looked sadly at Ginny. Ginny understood. “We can’t do it. Not any of it. It will cause rips in the universe. And also because for each instance we change, a paradox would occur. Too many unexplainable things would happen. Maybe," she said "not in every case, but many just the same. Just like with Miss Lissydove.” Dumbledore spoke quietly and with such conviction they bowed their heads till he spoke more steadily. “Plus, finally realizing my weakness to control my own struggle with power, only for the good; I put myself under a mind control that made me forget the Tesseract, and all that we did through the past year. You see, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit still while the Dementors went after Harry during the Quidditch game, or any of the unfortunate things that happened hence that time. I could just go into the room and cause things to change. Harry’s name wouldn’t have been put in the Triwizard cup, and…” Before he could continue, Ron spoke up. But, that would have been great! Harry wouldn’t have gone through what he did; Cedrick would still be alive…” “And Voldemort would have gained all the time he needed to defeat the wizarding world for his evil dominance. Don’t you see how hard it was when we found out even before he was fully ready for us to know he was back? We would have lost the war. Although these things were most unfortunate, they needed to happen.” Not wanting to give up Ron piped up with, “But you could fix it with the Tesser…thingy!” “And another rip maybe even irreparable would open. The very thing I spent centuries fixing would once again need fixing. It was best to leave it untouched sitting in that room, until I had Minerva send for Ottery St. Catchpole to come and get it.” “Professor? Sir?” Harry spoke deep in thought. Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled. “Yes Harry?” “If you made yourself forget, then… well, what I mean to say…” he shifted his weight and looked at Dumbledore. “How am I able to tell you about it now?” he asked smiling upon his young friend he so greatly admired. “Well, yes Sir” Harry answered looking into those wonderful blue eyes that he trusted his life to. “Perhaps you have the answer to that already. Think on it for a second, I’m sure you’ll come up with the answer.” Dumbledore was clearly having a good time, his eyes dancing in merriment. Harry looked up after a moment and spoke slowly at first then gained speed as he was confident in his answer. “That night on the tower when we got back from Voldemort’s hidden lake, you put a freezing charm on me. But as you went over… when you … died … the charm left me. So, when you died, the spell you put on yourself quit working also. You were able to remember then.” Dumbledore closed his eyes slowly and smiled, as he nodded his head yes. “Yes, Harry, it was at that moment I remembered. Very good Harry. I was quite sure you knew.” Miss Rowling spoke up then. Thinking of Harry and Dumbledore, “Did Ginny ever show Harry the memory book Madam Pomfrey made him?” “Yes, she did. It was very close to this point of time we’re discussing now. They started to leave the office very down in the face, when Harry turned back to the portrait of Dumbledore.” “Sir, I’d like to thank you for teaching me to stay calm when things are very unsettling. I watched the memory book Madame Pomfrey made me. If I had known then what I know now, I think everything would be different. If I hadn’t been such a hot head I wouldn’t have gone off like a mad man and messed things up.” “You didn’t react any differently than I had expected you to if you found out, Harry. And the way you came to me and demanded answers was very adult acting of you. I’m so happy you had the courage and strength to try to find out. The only reason I had to change time was because you would have started looking for the Horcrux’s. And I didn’t know enough about them to teach you, what each one was, where they were, or anything.” “Well thank you for everything, and you too Professor Snape. The two of you are the wisest, most honorable and brave men I have ever known, and probably ever will know.” “Do you know what became of your son?” Miss Rowling asked Crookshanks. “Yes, yes I do. He was given to a girl in Ginny’s grade. Her name is Tina. She and her husband Aaron are the only humans to know he is a werecat. They still to this day have many adventures together.” “I think there are only three maybe three, no five more questions I’ll ask. When Dumbledore returned Harry from the Tesseract, you said Dumbledore told you that Harry was very upset, and in much the same frame of mind. Do you know what he was upset about?” “Yes, he had been looking at the photo album that Hagrid had given him. He snuck into Hogsmeade that day under his invisibility cloak and just learned that Sirius Black was his Godfather, and he supposedly had betrayed his parents to Voldemort. And speaking of photo albums, Dumbledore gave Ginny the albums of Harry and Lily’s childhoods that I gave to Sirius the night Harry lost his parents, during Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts. He told her that she would need to give him the albums after Harry defeated Voldemort.” “You had another question you wanted to ask?” “I am curious whatever became of the LED Monitor. I know that sense the alteration of time, the Mirror of Erised didn’t produce the LED Monitor. But, Dumbledore kept the small one in the time bending room, and put it in his pocket when they left, so it should still be around. What happened to it? Crookshanks looked at Miss Rowling and blinked several times. Then he continued to speak in his mind to her. “Albus was nearing his time of death when he devised his most brilliant plan of all I think. He called a meeting with Kingsley Shacklebolt, and told him that Sirius Black was alive and that he went back in time with a time turner of his own, and saved Sirius from The Killing Curse just seconds before it was cast. He caused an imprint from Harry’s memory to form in the place of Sirius to get hit, and fall through the veil. Sense he was proven innocent then, Shacklebolt would send notice to Sirius, and then he and Lissydove could come back and live free. Of course this scenario was completely fabricated, because he had made himself forget about the Tesseract in Harry‘s third year, yet he was still able to devise the plan saying he used his own time turner. He also instructed Kingsley at that time to give the LED Monitor to Lissy with the instructions to come back to Hogwarts and work in the Hospital Wing. She was to re-enchant the Mirror of Erised, using the small LED Monitor.” “Oh my! That really was ingenious! Did Harry and the Dursley’s ever become close as family members do?” “Not all of them. Uncle Vernon died of a heart attack the year Harry left. Dudley and Petunia stayed in hiding. Dudley was told how to get a hold of Dedilus and found out about Potterwatch on Dedilus’s old radio that he was listening to one time when Dudley went over, and kept up with the news. Dudley has a little family, and he named his first born son after Harry. Petunia‘s stone wall around her heart crumbled down around her as she listened to everything that was going on in Harry‘s world. She found herself grief stricken that she left Harry without telling him she loved him. She was in constant fear for Harry from that day till Voldemort was killed. She cried to the depth of her soul in anguish over the story that was told of how Harry gave his life to save everyone, including her and Dudley. And she was so very proud of Lily for having a son who was able to overcome the hate he grew up with and turned out the way he did despite the way he was brought up. She begged Harry to forgive her. She became a devoted grandmother to her grandchildren, both Dudley’s and Harry’s. She told excellent tails of enchantments, magic, witches and wizards. Petunia lives with her Dudders of course, and they have family gatherings on occasion. “Another question?” “Well, I was wondering what Ginny ever did with Harry’s T-Shirt she kept. It said something about love causing her heart to dance.” “Love Is The Music My Heart Dances To” It was Harry’s shirt and she had planned all along to give it back to him. And she finally did. Most young human women have the need to have something sexually alluring to wear to bed on their wedding night. This shirt wasn’t meant for that, but it was what she wore to bed on her wedding night, as a gift back to Harry.” “Oh I like that. I’ll have to make sure I use that in the story.” she said with a smile looking up as if she was reading her story off of the wall in front of her. “You probably want to re-think that idea. Your readers won’t see the significance of it. You can’t mention anything that has to do with the time adjustment. Crookshanks looked at Miss Rowling and told her to ask her fourth question. She drew in her breath and said, “You and Harry was such good friends when he was a baby, and then again through Hogwarts. But every time he came close to remembering, you or Dumbledore caused him not to. It is so terribly sad that he didn’t ever get to remember you. Does he still not remember you?” “Yes, it was after Ginny gave him the memory book. Harry put enough together that I went ahead and told him. He remembered everything, how we were great friends, my teaching him to fly, teaching him seeker skills, him nearly killing me, everything. It was a very joyous occasion.” They talked in their minds till it was time for Miss Rowling to catch the next train home. “Where are you staying Crookshanks? You are free from Hermione?” “I am free, though I miss her very much. I am staying where ever my feet take me, and I sleep where ever I am when they can’t go any further.” “Why don’t you come home with me? Although I am allergic to cats, I’m sure I can find something to give me relief. We can collaborate on the story together.” “You want to be my master?” he asked her shocked that she would want him. “I don’t feel comfortable owning you. Let’s just say we are friends helping each other.” “I could go for that if you’re sure. I would like to be with friends now that I have nearly reached the end of my time. I figure I have maybe a couple months left. OK, I’ll be happy to stay with you. And I assure you, you have not to worry about your allergies with me. I … so it happens, am allergenic free.” “I’m sorry, but there is one other question I’d love to have the answer to, if you know it.” She looked at him as they continued to walk away into the sunset. “The time when you, Dumbledore and Ginny were setting things back to order, when Ginny first got there, one of the windows she saw was of two young boys and a little girl playing, ‘Ring Around The Rosie’. Do you know who the children were and what the significance of it was?” “Yes, I do know. It was Albus, his brother and little sister at a time in another universe where that tragedy of his little sisters death hadn’t occurred. He always kept that for him to watch to keep him honest so to speak. You see, in that universe, there wasn’t any fight so, she wasn’t killed and he never realized the wrong in, for the greater good, as he was thinking it as in those days. He was a very different wizard, one none of us would want to be associated with. He wasn’t evil per say, just very unfair to the Muggles he ruled over.” A/N And so it is now, the end of the story. The uncommon things that happen in life most times go unnoticed or ignored. But if time is taken to look at these uncommon things, a whole new way of viewing things can give you a different perspective on life and the way you choose to live it. The title can be pondered upon and each time you might come away with a different idea of what it means. Heads or Tails - could be: Human or Cat Heads or Tails - could be: Beginnings or Ends Heads or Tails - could be: The toss of a coin Or it could be one of those uncommon times that Jimmy Pryor, Tom, Crookshanks, wanted to tell about for an interesting story; the beginning of a story being one thing and the end of the story being another, tying together the common and uncommon by one individual living in both. While I enjoyed creating this story, it would not have been possible without the mind of JK Rowling creating the Harry Potter books. My intention was to fill in holes to her story with uncommon things I made up using her own creations, with the exceptions of: KellyBear, Lissydove, Maria, Merlin, Obi-Wan-K’Lari, OtterySt.Catchpole, Teddy and Steven. The Tesseract I borrowed from a book I read ages ago called, “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’engle. All the time space mumbo jumbo was me trying to make it sound real, but uncommon. I need to thank Emily Black for being my BETA READER, from chapter 27 on. She did an outstanding job, and is a very creative and talented writer herself. Look for her name on the bookshelves in the near future. Also, I need to be fair to her and say that I withheld the last chapter and Epilogue from her so she could be surprised as everyone else. So any mistakes, not hers, all mine and mine alone. I would also like to remind everyone that the characters Ottery St. Catchpole and Teddy belong to Ottery himself, and it was so very generous of him to lend them to my story even though I took them somewhat out of the character he made them. For instance Teddy isn’t married in any of ~ Otts’s FF’s; nor does Ottery live in Bulgaria with KellyBear and they’re children, and run a web site called Seeker of the Snitch. (In real life or his FF’s) So, just remember this as you read any of his FF’s. Thank you again ~Otts, You’re the best Pal! And lastly; (finally, yes?) I want to thank everyone for making my first time writing experience a thrill. I love each of you who commented, and the ones who only read along. I loved this story, and if I missed any explanations in the Epilogue, fill free to ask me questions. All comments are welcome. Thank you Last edited by Connie; 11-23-2010 at 11:24 PM.