"All I'm saying is that this sounds like a trap. We don't know who she is or who she may be working for. For all I know, she could be one of his little spies in an attempt to play us all. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to this group." I could feel the magical blue eye on my, looking me over in distrust. I kept my head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anything other than my own two feet. I knew they would all be suspicious of what was happening, especially Moody. Despite this presumption, nothing could prepare me for the continued disappointment I felt because they didn't trust my story.

"Alastor, please. This is not up for discussion. Lauren has my full trust, and I urge you all to give her the same. Now, she has already given her testimony under veritaserum. The reason I have called this meeting is not to further validate her story, but to decide what we must do with this new information."

I couldn't help but smile up at Dumbledore. He believed everything I said without question, and for that I would be eternally grateful. We were currently gathered in Dumbledore's office. There really wasn't anyone I recognized at the table, apart from Moody and my friends. I'm sure I could recognize them if I had their names, but introductions didn't really seem like a priority at the time. Some were nodding in agreement with what Dumbledore had just said, while others eyed me suspiciously. I was hoping that someone would say something to break the uncomfortable silence that now hung in the air. Thankfully, someone stood up.

"Well, I for one agree with Dumbledore. He has never led us astray, and any leg up on that mad-man is a plus in our book." He motioned to the man that sat next to him, who was nodding enthusiastically. They looked eerily similar… brothers at least. Maybe even twins. I was brought out of my thoughts as he continued. "I say, if this girl can give us some insight on how to beat him, then let her speak." With that, he winked at me and sat back down. I couldn't shake the feeling that I should know who he was.

"Well said, Gideon. We know that you and your brother are in agreement, but what about the rest of you. We will put things to a vote as we always have. All those in favor of accepting Miss Hastings as a full member of the Order of the Phoenix, make it known by an uplifted hand." I couldn't watch the vote, so I returned my focus to the floor beneath my chair. I didn't want to know who believed me and who didn't. It was taking a while for them to decide. Maybe they were split. Maybe… "Ah, I see that it is unanimous. Even you, Alastor?" This caught my attention. I looked up to see everyone's hand in the air, even the reluctant Moody.

"Well, as long as we keep a good eye on here at all times, I don't see how harmful it could be. You know what I always say, Albus." I couldn't help but giggle and mutter a quiet 'Constant Vigilance!' to myself. His eye immediately shot to me, surprise clearly etched on his face.

"Sorry, it's just… you say it an awful lot." I was so embarrassed. I heard someone stifle a giggle next to me. I turned to see all three Maurauders trying to hold back their laughter. Great, that's all I need. Moody to think I'm making fun of him. I looked back at the Auror, who sat down while shooting the three men a glare with his real eye. I smiled at them and then brought my gaze across the table. They believed me, and they wanted my help. This was amazing. I focused in on the man who had voiced his support in my behalf. What did Dumbledore say his name was? It started with a G….

"Holy crap! You're Gideon and Fabian Prewitt!" I couldn't help but shout it out. It all made sense now! They were definitely Fred and George's namesakes. Unfortunately, they looked a bit surprised at my sudden outburst. I smiled shyly and slouched in my chair even further. "Sorry, didn't mean to shout. I just can't believe it took me that long to put that together. You are definitely just like Fred and George."

"Wait a tic, you know our nephews? How?"

Albus decided to take this opportunity to intercede. "Well, why don't you share your knowledge with all of us. There are no secrets amongst the order." With that, Albus sat down and I took that as my cue to stand and spill my life story. I watched everyone's faces as I explained my past and how I was so knowledgeable of their world. I'm surprised they didn't turn me in to the loony bin right then and there. After all, it was a pretty crazy story. I finished by telling them of the Potters. I knew that at least that bit was common information to the order. I would leave our current predicament in the hands of Albus. As I sat down, I took in the varying looks of disbelief. Moody's face was unreadable. The Prewitt brothers looked at me in amazement. Everyone else seemed confused. Unfortunately, they were are staring directly at me, making me very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a hand encompassed my own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I looked to see who it belonged to and found myself staring at Remus. He gave me a quick smile and looked from me to the people sitting next to him. I followed his gaze to see Lily, James and Sirius all giving me similar looks. In that moment I knew it didn't matter if anyone else believed my story in this room, the only four that mattered were right here sitting by me. I shot a quick smile back and turned my attention back to Albus.

"Well, regardless of whether you can wrap your minds around it, Miss Hasting's story is true. Now, that brings us to our current situation. As you know, Voldemort has named the Potter's son as a target. For that reason, James and Lily took him into hiding. However, Lauren brought to light a plot to attack the Potters due to the betrayal of one Peter Pettigrew." At this, murmuring started. Apparently Peter was still held to some esteem in the Order's circle. Albus lifted his hands and the room fell silent once more.

"Now, the attack was scheduled to happen tonight at Godric's Hollow. But as you can see, the Potters will not be at home. Now, we had originally planned to use this knowledge to our advantage. However, an error on my part has allowed Pettigrew to escape and there is no doubt that he has returned to his master to report the news. We must assume that Voldemort knows that the Potters have been transported and that we have a special guest residing with us in Hogwarts. Miss Hastings will require the utmost protection. Voldemort will undoubtedly desire to capture her and use her for information. Now, as for-"

Just as Albus was about to change topic, the fireplace behind him roared to life. Out stepped a taller man with black hair and very pale skin. As soon as he looked up I knew who it was. Severus Snape. He would be working for Dumbledore at this point because he had obviously passed information to Dumbledore concerning the Potters. Some looked startled, others (most notably the people sitting next to me) shot furious glares at the man. He simply ignored them, hastily turning his attention to Dumbledore.

"Albus, we must act quickly. It might already be too late. The Dark Lord is furious about the Potters. He is going after his next target." This didn't mean anything to me, and as I looked around, most were just as confused. Then my eyes found Lily's, who were staring at Snape and widening farther than I thought possible. She muttered three words.

"Alice and Frank."