Chapter One by Morsmordre

A/N: I deleted the first six chapters and reposted them as two. At least, I'm doing that right now… Yeah, James is alive. I know, so cliché, but I like it that way. Anyway, as you can tell from my summary and what's next to "Chapter One" at the top of this page that this is by Morsmordre, NOT Justin-Tim-E or Clara.

James Potter smiled down at his son, Harry Potter. Harry was just a one-year-old baby, but he could tell Harry would be very smart when he grew up. He (Harry, that is) had inherited his mother's green eyes and his father's messy black hair.

"Aw, he's so cute!" Lily squealed. She had never gotten over the cuteness of her baby, much to James's chagrin. It was tiring to hear his wife squeal over their baby 24-7.

Suddenly there was a sound. The atmosphere of the house seemed to grow darker. And then James heard it—footsteps.

Lily heard it too, and she paled visibly, clutching Harry, who was in his basket, to her chest.

There was a sort of roaring sound in James's ears, signaling that his brain was going into overdrive (whatever that means). And then he could only hear one name, one word, echoing in his eardrums…

Peter.

So he had done it. He had gone to Voldemort.

To look on the bright side, at least James knew who the spy was…

On the bright side??? screamed a little voice inside his head. You call that a bright side, when you're going to be killed because of him???

James shook his head to shoo away the little voice. "Lily, take Harry and go!" he shouted, fear making his voice escalate up a few hundred or so decibels (OK, that was a bit of an exaggeration). "It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off—"

Frightened but determined, Lily nodded, kissed James quickly, grabbed Harry, and stumbled out of the room.

The door burst open, and there stood Voldemort. He laughed, a cruel, cold, high-pitched laugh that echoed and bounced off the walls of the little house. James reached for his wand.

"So…" Voldemort sneered. "How touching. You're going to save your family."

Damn right I will, James thought fiercely, and shot a curse at Voldemort, who reflected it with a lazy flick of his wand.

"Potter," Voldemort drawled, not unlike Lucius Malfoy, "if you get out of the way I might let you live. It's your son I want, not you or your Mudblood wife."

Anger coursed through James like a current of water in the ocean, fighting to get out. "Never!" he shouted, and sent another curse barreling toward Voldemort, who reflected it again just as easily.

"Then you'll have to die," Voldemort said, and raised his wand.

But just before he sent the Avada Kedavra spell at James, he smiled a nasty smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "No, I might have other uses for you… Hellophorus!" (A/N: This is a spell I made up.)

That was the last thing James Potter heard before he blacked out.

James Potter opened his eyes, but there was no difference.

There was no sunshine at all. Wherever he was (and he was lying down), it was completely and utterly dark.

James reached his hand up—and hit something hard. He pounded, but there was a sound in his ears and nothing was happening. He couldn't hear anything, except for the dulled muffled sound of his fists banging on the smooth hard surface above him… whatever it was.

James stopped after his fists felt like bleeding, and groaned softly to himself. What had happened? All he remembered was Voldemort coming to kill Harry, and him saying a spell—something like "Hello for us" or something, put together quickly.

Were Lily and Harry alright? Probably not. James knew Lily well enough to know she would never step aside and let Voldemort kill Harry just to spare her own life. So Voldemort would have killed her, and then killed Harry…

It was painful just to think about it. And where was he???

James tried again, but after at least ten minutes of hitting the… hard surface… above him, there was no difference at all.

Suddenly James remembered. He could just Apparate! To Potter Manor, or where Remus Lupin, one of his best friends, lived.

James tried as hard as he could to Apparate, but nothing happened. He was probably being held prisoner by Voldemort or something. What else could Voldemort have meant when he said "I might have other uses for you?"

James groaned and nearly screamed, but his voice was too hoarse and hurt too much to scream.

What was he going to do?

Remus Lupin looked up at the clock hanging by the door of one of the many rooms at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. It read 5:37 PM. It was steadily growing darker, even though it was summer, and at any minute it would be full moon (the moon was up early).

It was a dreary summer night. Fortunately, Remus had the Wolfsbane potion that Snape had reluctantly made for him (to keep him from becoming a monster… not anything to do with the dreary summer night). Any minute now…

As soon as the thought had entered his mind, Remus felt a dull ache in his bones. Then his limbs ached. His body writhed and contorted, his jaws lengthened, hair sprouted all over his body (etc, etc, etc).

After the transformation was complete, the werewolf felt something strange in the back of his mind. Then he heard it: a familiar voice.

And before he knew what he was doing, the wolf raced out of the dreary house. He didn't know where he was going; all he knew was that he couldn't help going there… wherever there was.

He raced down the deserted streets, careful to keep in the shadows. As he leapt out of a shadow to cross a street, a girl who had been walking down the same street screamed, but he paid her no attention. He needed to get there… to the place that his feet (er… paws) were taking him.

He ran for so long that his whole body ached and begged him to stop, but he didn't. He just kept going.

Finally, the wolf reached his destination. It was…

Godric's Hollow?!

Why was he there?

He started running again… this time towards James and Lily's graves.

Then, before he could think about what he was doing, the wolf put his paws on the ground.

And started to dig.

This went on for hours… it was very hard to dig open a grave with your bare hands… or paws. But finally, the coffin of James Potter was revealed in the gaping hole.

There was a banging sound coming from it.

The werewolf nudged the lid… and it opened.

There lay James Potter, rubbing his eyes, looking as alive as he had fourteen years ago on that fateful Halloween night.

"Moony?" James whispered, sitting up (this looked like it took a great deal of effort) and rubbing his eyes. "Of course… it's full moon… where's Voldemort? What about Lily and Harry? Did he kill them?"

Being in his werewolf form, of course, Remus couldn't answer. He just sat there and stared at his friend… one of his best friends, who had been dead for fourteen years, who was now sitting up in his coffin, his mind left behind fourteen years ago.

"Oh…" James let out a groan and buried his face in his hands. He still looked about twenty, not in his thirties like he would have been if he hadn't died.

Remus wanted to shout, to celebrate the fact that his other best friend was alive after all, or at least to say Harry's not dead! He's alive! But there was nothing he could do except to sit there and stare at James.

Hours passed. James Potter crawled out of the coffin and fell asleep next to the mound of earth that had come up when Moony had dug up James Potter's grave.

The moon waned, and slowly, Remus Lupin returned to normal. He woke up and saw James next to him, asleep, his chest rising and falling. He was obviously alive.

"James," Remus hissed, shaking his friend. "James. Wake up."

James groaned and rolled over, then sat up. "Moony?" he whispered. "You're there? I—ouch!"

Remus had grabbed James and pulled him into a rib-cracking hug. Then he stood back and stared at James. "You're alive," he finally said.

"Uh… yeah." James looked down at the coffin. "I guess Voldemort put some spell on me that wasn't Avada Kedavra but made everyone think I was dead, huh?"

"This is a miracle," Remus muttered to himself. Then out loud, he asked, "What spell did he use?"

James searched his memory. "Uh… I think he said 'Hello for us' or something."

"Hello for us… of course… Hellophorus…" Remus muttered to himself.

"What's that? I've never heard of it," James said. "And…" he hesitated. "What about Lily and Harry?"

Wordlessly, Remus pointed to the grave next to James's. James turned his head slowly.

Lily Marie Evans Potter… James couldn't see anymore through his tears. "Lily's gone…" he managed to say, wiping his face, "and Harry's gone too… where's Harry's grave?"

"Look on the bright side," Remus offered, helping James up with a sad look on his face. "Harry's alive, and he's turning fifteen soon."

"Like that's a bright side…" James froze and turned to look up at Remus. "Wait a minute… did I just hear you say what I thought you said?"

Remus smiled slightly. "Harry's alive, and he's turning fifteen soon," he repeated.

A look of shock and joy passed over James's face. "Harry's alive? How did he survive Voldemort?" Then he remembered the last part of what Remus had said. "I've been in this coffin for fourteen years???"

Remus nodded. "I think we should let Dumbledore know before we tell you the whole story. The Order will want to know."

"The Order of the Phoenix is still around…" James murmured. Then he looked up at Remus, the expression on his face unreadable. "It's good to see you again, Moony."

Remus couldn't help grinning. "Same to you, Prongs."

A/N: So, I just rewrote a few little parts. What do you think? Please read and review!!!