The Fifth Marauder

3{Twitchy the Fox}

[Pic is Reagan's animagus form.

FYI: I will tell you when a chapter is a flashback, like you saw last chapter. This chapter is not a flashback.]

3{Twitchy the Fox}

Harry walked slowly up the stairs to the room he shares with Ron and Hermione, looking closely at the photograph in his hands.

He walked through the door, and looked up at his two best friends. They looked up him, and Hermione noticed the look on his face. "What's up?" She asked.

He sat down on his bed in between theirs, and laid the photograph out in front of him. Ron and Hermione moved in for a closer look. "The Order," she said, recognizing a few faces.

Harry pointed at Reagan. "That's Reagan. Reagan Potter."

Ron looked up at him, eyes wide. "You mean she's..."

"My aunt," Harry finished, "she went missing a month before Voldemort killed my parents. She hasn't been found."

"She could still be alive!" Hermione exclaimed, grinning at Harry.

Harry nodded. "It's possible, but no one knows where she is. Sirius said it was like she dropped off the face of the earth."

"Sirius?" Ron questioned.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "Apparently she was one of the Marauders."

"And we know which one!" Fred and George exclaimed, popping into the room - quite literally.

"You do?" Harry questioned.

The twins nodded. "We scoured the map," Fred started,

"And found a hidden fold," George finished.

Introducing the Fifth Marauder; Twitchy.

"Twitchy? What kind of animal do you suppose she turned into?" Ron questioned, brow furrowed. "A rabbit?"

"A black fox, actually." The group whirled around, surprised.

Remus Lupin stood in the doorway, smiling sadly at the group. "We called her Twitchy because her ears twitched," he stepped forward into the room, looking down at the photograph in Harry's hand. "Come with me."

The group followed him up into the attic, where Remus pulled a box off of a shelf, created a large cloud of dust.

He opened it, and Harry peered it, spotting four photo albums resting inside. "Theses are photos from our years at school, starting after Reagan started her second year. She insisted on capturing every moment after her parents - your grandparents, Harry - sent her a camera."

Harry sat down on an old couch, and flipped the cover open. The others gathered around him, anxious to see more photos of Harry's aunt.

The first moving picture was of a twelve-year-old Reagan standing in the middle of four boys. A younger-looking James was standing on her left, an arm around her shoulders. Sirius was standing to her right, an arm around her waist. Peter and Remus were on either sides of James and Sirius, grinning. Peter's face was scratched out.

The next moving picture was of Sirius and James standing in the courtyard, dripping wet and grinning brightly. They were laughing, and ruffling each other's hair. Sirius eventually wrapped his arm around James's neck, and gave him a noogie.

Remus grinned. "They had fallen into the Black Lake while trying to set up a prank," he said, chuckling slightly at the memory. They were rigging a piece of rope that would hang someone over the Lake, and Sirius had gotten caught in it. James attempted to grab him, to try and stop him, but ended up getting dragged in as well. Reagan had laughed, and snapped the picture, making Sirius blush as red as a tomato.

Harry looked at the next moving picture, and smiled seeing it was of Reagan getting a piggy back ride from James. They were both grinning at the camera. Harry noticed that - even in black and white photographs - his aunt's eyes were lighter than her brother's.

"What color were her eyes?" He asked, looking up at Remus.

"Blue. A bright blue." Harry nodded, a light smile on his face.

He moved on to the next photo album, that started in Reagan's fourth year, meaning the Marauders were in their sixth year.

One of the first pictures in this album was of Sirius and Reagan. It looked like they had fallen asleep on the sofa in the common room together. She had her head laying against his chest, and his head was laying on top of hers, his arms wrapped securely around her.

"Were she and Sirius close?" Hermione asked, smiling at the cute photo.

Remus nodded, smiling sadly. "More than close. They loved each other. Sirius was absolutely devastated when she went missing. We all were, especially James, her being his baby sister."

They went through the rest of the photo albums, and Fred and George found a picture of Reagan in her animagus form, next to a picture of her on her very last day at Hogwarts.

"She's such an adorable fox!" Ron said, grinning at the photo.

"She was beautiful," Hermione said. "She also kinda looks a bit like you, Harry. You have the same smile as her."

"Yeah, he does," Sirius said, smiling sadly from the doorway. They looked up at him, afraid he would be upset, but instead he sat down in an armchair near Harry, pulling a photo album from the box. "Did you see the pic she took of James after she turned him into a girl?"

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