Meeting JP

                                    

                                          
  At breakfast the next morning, Fawn received a note to meet Dumbledore again in his office. This was probably for the best due to the fact that dozens of foreign faces surrounded her yet she somehow could not shake the feeling of deja vu. 
  Plus it didn't help that she could barely hear anything over 'Black,' 'Potter,' 'Pettigrew,' 'Lupin,' 'Moony,' 'Wormtail,' 'Prongs,'and 'Padfoot,' being shouted all morning. Each name sounded familiar and brought different rushes of nostalgia, grief and anger. 
The latter for Pettigrew. 
  "You wished to see me Professor?" Fawn asked as she entered the dimly lit office once again. This time though, they were not alone; two elderly adults were standing there looking at her with warm yet perplexed expressions. They too seemed familiar, like people out of a well told storybook, yet she could not place a finger on why. 
  "Yes. Miss Briggs, this is Mrs. and Mr. Potter." 
  There it was. That's why they seemed familiar. Harry had told her, Hermione and Ron the story of what, or rather who, he saw in The Mirror of Erised. These people, down to the very last curly lock of Euphemia Potter's hair, were Harry Potter's grandparents. 
  "Hello dear," Euphemia greeted her kindly, "We've heard a bit of your predicament and are so pleased to meet you and take you in while you are here." 
  It appeared the woman knew more of Fawn's 'predicament' than Fawn herself knew. However based on Dumbledore's treatment of Harry this past year, she doubted she'd get any answers from the 'wise' man. 
  "Oh well thank you," Fawn said awkwardly, glancing at Dumbledore to see if possibly he'd explain further. He did not. 
  "Well I suppose you should go with the Potter's now and get settled." 
  And that was that. Within a moment Fawn found herself in the Potter Manor, with still none of her questions about how she'd possibly traveled to the past without a time-turner answered.  
  Euphemia and Fleamont—Mia and Monty, as they told Fawn to call them—led her to one of many of their spare rooms and told her to make herself at home. They promised to go out and buy her clothing and other essentials very soon which would be good considering she hadn't the foresight to bring her life's possessions with her to save Sirius Black. It was foolish of her truly. 
   Fawn admired the room around her: the bed was a queen with a red and gold comforter along with a bajillion pillows taking up half of its space, there was a connected bathroom that she had all to herself and an oak dresser that could hold three times her typical wardrobe. Sunlight shone in from a large bay window that took up nearly all of the right wall, that would be perfect for reading—Not that she did much, it was just an observation. 
  The thing that perhaps was the most peculiar about the room, was that the walls were rounded, in the shape of an oval, instead of straight and rectangular. That and the fact that the chandelier played Beethoven. 
   After several hours Mia and Monty brought their son, James Potter, home.
  Fawn truly did not know what to expect. She knew that many people thought highly of him. That he viewed it as the highest dishonor to mistrust friends and was fiercely loyal. She also knew, based off of one of Harry's failed Occlumency lessons, that he could also be a cruel and vindictive bully if crossed by the wrong person. 
  Whether James Potter would view her as a dear friend and become a sort of surrogate brother to her, or if he'd see her as a threat to his perfect, only child life, she did not know. And quite frankly, she was apprehensive about finding out. 
  "Home sweet home!" A voice that was undeniably the Potter boy's rang out throughout the manor. 
  "Ah it's good to be back," he exclaimed again and his body thumped against what Fawn assumed was a sofa.