Hello everyone! After reading a few stories about James coming back to life, I decided that I would have a shot at the idea. I loved the idea of James becoming a father figure for Harry and finally being able to be there for him.

This chapter is just a tester, If anyone enjoys it and wants me to continue, give me a heads up and leave a review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from this individual plot line, all characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

So here is the first chapter of...

I'm Coming For you

Chapter 1

October 31st 1981

A small house shrouded by tall trees and bushes sat at the end of a short road in Godric's Hollow, it would look to anyone, a normal family home, where a young and albeit strange family where living. But the Potter household was far from normal; in fact they were all magical individuals who were in hiding from one of the greatest Dark Lords of all history. None of this could be deduced from one look at them, nobody could guess that the man, who grumbled to himself every time he took out the rubbish bin, would be the father of a young boy who was being targeted by that very same Dark Lord. It was a dark and blustery night when things began to get frightful for all that lived nearby.

James Potter, who was currently soaked through, held his son against his chest as he sat on the sofa in the front house and watched his wife, Lily, quietly as she paced back and forth in front of him. Lily Potter wasn't in a very good mood; in fact she was torn between being irritated at her husband or laughing at his stupidity.

"What did I tell you about getting him excitable before going to bed?" Lily said with a wry smile on her pretty face, her red air flying around her and tumbling down her shoulders. James smirked to himself before batting his eyelids playfully and replying

"That I shouldn't?" he said meekly before chuckling. He had been teasing Harry as he did the washing up, turning the bubbles different colours for his son so that he could hear his cute laughter and happy eyes as they watched him prancing about the kitchen, acting like an idiot. Of course, exposing a young baby to such magic was a silly thing to do. Harry was now one and he was starting to show signs of a magical core. His excitement plus exposure to magic had led to the water from the sink and powerfully blasting James in the face, consequently getting him and his unsuspecting wife soaked as she walked into the room.

Lily had dried herself quickly but hadn't let James have his wand back, saying he was being punished for his actions. Lily had laughed at his expression before handing Harry over to him and pushing him towards the couch.

"Come on Lils, you know Harry loves it when we show him magic!" James said innocently, trying not to laugh as he looked up at his wife and batted his eyelashes.

Lily huffed and shot him a grin before turning her wand on him and drying him within seconds, making James sigh as a warm feeling spread throughout his body. Harry giggled as he watched his parents, his little hand gripping one of James fingers.

"I'm only drying you because I don't want you ruining the sofa... or giving Harry a cold" she said as an afterthought, leaning forward to pick up Harry and give him a cuddle. Harry laughed and played with Lily's hair before leaning his head against her shoulder, obviously tired after the night's events.

"See!" James exclaimed "We won't have any trouble getting him off to sleep; I'll just have to cause a little mayhem every night in order to knock him out." James continued as he stood up, grinning at his wife, who merely rolled her eyes at him before smirking to herself.

James leant in and gave his wife a peck on the cheek and made her blush. Grinning he got back his wand and pointed it at the kitchen, clearing up the remaining water and returning it back to its normal state.

He was about to turn the kettle on and ask Lily if she wanted a cup of tea, when he heard something muffled outside.

Both Lily and James froze, staring at each other, not daring to breathe. Surely not... James thought warily, still unmoving, waiting for some sort of sign. Peter, he- we only saw him last week- he- couldn't have been- been found? Right?

James gripped his wand tightly and strained to pick out anything that might give away an intruder, but before he could say anything to his wife, the warning signs of the wards set off with a scream. A shudder went through the house as they were brought down and destroyed within seconds.

Harry had gone quiet in Lily's arms and huddled closer to his mother, who had gone white, staring at James before they both snapped into action.

"James- the wards- he's here!" She screamed over the noise of a wizard blasting his way into the front of the house, causing dust to fall from the ceiling and both adults to stagger.

James raced over to his wife and looked into her eyes, taking in all her beauty before leaning in to give her a desperate kiss, hugging her and Harry to his chest. He tried to hide his fear as he broke away and ushered them out of the room.

"Go! Lily, take Harry and run, I'll do my best to hold him off!" James told his wife as another blast hit the house, causing Harry to start crying. Lily looked at him long and hard before shaking her head.

"No I want to be with you, you-you'll need help-" but James cut her off,

"NO! You know we have to get Harry away, please, go, I'll buy you some time." Lily was shaking her head, keeping back her tears that made her green eyes shine.

"James-"

"Lily, please! GO!" He yelled at her and pushed her towards the stairs. Lily moved towards the stairs before running back to her husband, she grabbed him and stared into his eyes, a longing there that made James ache. His heart fluttered as her eyes trailed over his face as if she was ingraining every detail before leaving. After two seconds she had let go and her red hair danced behind her as she raced up the stairs and out of sight.

James felt cold after Lily had let go and had to force himself to turn around and face the wizard before he lost his last shred of will and raced after his wife.

The blasts had stopped and James took in the sight of his destroyed house, letting the anger well up inside of him and give him the strength he needed to protect Lily and Harry until death.

Footsteps echoed and the last door between him and the man was kicked in and pushed aside. Black boots stepped into the room and revealed a good looking man with awful red gleaming eyes. His cloak hung around him and framed his lean and tall frame and dark hair hung around his unnaturally pale face.

Voldemort looked at him and sneered.

"James-" He hissed as he drew closer, taking out his wand. "I just dropped by for a little visit, I do hope I haven't interrupted anything." He said sarcastically in his cold voice, his eyes cutting into James, who stayed rooted to the spot.

"Absolutely no problem Tom-" James spat, holding up his wand, "I never liked that wall anyway" he continued, jerking his head towards the destruction.

Voldemort chuckled darkly and kept his gaze on James, his eyes blazing.

"You test me Potter." He said quietly and glanced towards the ceiling, "I'm sure you don't want me losing my temper with that dear mud-blood wife of yours." He drawled, daring James to snap and attack him.

His hands shook but James did not reply, he merely glared at the man in front of him.

"The boy, surely you don't think she'll escape with him from me, hand him over and I may spare her life."

"Never" James spat, getting into a duelling stance. Voldemort visibly sighed and rolled his wand in his palm.

"Such as a waste." He whispered before he struck.

James dived out of the way and shot a stunner at Voldemort, hoping to catch him off guard with such a weak spell. Voldemort flicked his wand and blocked, sending it back towards James, who had to duck to avoid it.

"Come now James, is that all you've got to throw at me?" Voldemort asked teasingly as he walked towards him.

"Not exactly." James muttered before he leapt up and sent a nasty cutting curse at the dark wizard, who merely side stepped this and laughed.

Voldemort's next curse hit James full in the chest and blasted him across the room and into the far wall. He yelled and landed with a crash on the floor, groaning as he tried to pull himself up. Voldemort had quickly hauled him upright and slammed him into the wall again before grabbing the front of his robes and throwing him back across the room. Voldemort's strength surprised James, as he thought he wouldn't resort to a muggle method of fighting, his new physical strength sent a pang of fear through him.

"You're pathetic Potter!" Voldemort spat as he stalked towards him again, kicking aside rubble. "You can't even save yourself, let along your brat Harry"

James glared up at him,

"Don't say his name, you're not worthy of it!" he hissed, making Voldemort stop in his tracks and narrow his eyes at him.

"Then why don't you do something about it Potter! Fight back!" Voldemort challenged as he raised his wand. James growled and launched himself at Voldemort, knocking them both to the ground. Voldemort backhanded him before shoving James off his chest. Rolling over, James knelt and pointed his wand at the man.

"Crucio!" he yelled without hesitation, as the screams of his child roared in his ears. He didn't care that the curse was an unforgiveable, Voldemort was threatening his family and hell would freeze over before he let him.

The curse hit Voldemort but did not leaving him screaming and rolling on the ground. Instead Voldemort frowned and winced before grabbing at James, clutching his arm in a tight grip and pointing the wand away from himself. He stood and kicked James in the side, sending him to the floor again.

"Better." He spat as he glared at James, "I didn't think you'd have it in you."

James got to his feet, his wand out, "There are a lot of things you don't know about me." He said in a cold voice before shooting a blasting hex at the wizard. Voldemort blocked and threw one back at him, James ducked and moved backwards, trying to get some distance between Voldemort and the stairs behind him in the hallway.

"You have potential Potter, but let me show you how it's really done." Voldemort said menacingly before aiming for his chest and shouting, "CRUCIO!"

James let a loud scream envelop him as what felt like white hot needles embedded themselves in his skin, over and over again. His bones felt like they were on fire and his muscles screamed in agony. Somewhere above him, a woman was screaming his name and all of a sudden the pain stopped. James cracked his eyes open and looked at Voldemort. His hand was bleeding and he was glaring at the top of the stairs. James looked around and saw Lily standing there with her wand out and an angry look on her red face. She was shaking and glanced quickly at James.

"Lily- Harry-" James rasped and Lily nodded and ran back up the stairs. Voldemort growled and moved to go after her, but James grabbed at his legs and he fell. Yelling in annoyance, Voldemort got free and grabbed James by the throat and lifted him to his feet.

"She'll pay for that." Voldemort whispered in his ear as Voldemort pressed him against the wall in a chocking grip. James tried to fight back, but he had lost his wand after the Cruciatus curse and had no way of defending himself or stopping Voldemort from killing him and his family.

"Go on then Tom, what are you waiting for! Kill me then!" James growled, hoping with all his might that Lily might have found an escape route. Voldemort studied him carefully for a while before smirking.

"No, not after tonight's display." He paused "I want you to join me James." Letting his grip loosen for a second. James stared at him in shock; Does he really think I'll join him? When he's going after my family? He thought wildly, unable to move.

"I-how can you expect- I'll never join you!" James managed to get out, watching as Voldemort only chuckled in response.

"Of course, I didn't expect anything less, but after years of nothing to do than think; you may change your mind..." James frowned, feeling his insides go cold.

"I'd be better off dead" He muttered, causing Voldemort to laugh out loud, his cold voice sending shivers down his spine.

"In a world where you have nothing left, where all of your loved ones are dead, you may find that you have changed." And he didn't let him think before throwing him to the ground and pointing his wand at him.

"Till my next call, Potter." He said calmly, his eyes gleaming, and the last thing James remembered was the shout of a curse and Lily's screams. James drifted into the void; his last thoughts were of his baby boy, Harry Potter.

...:Around 14 years later:...

August 17th 1995

The first thing James Potter knew was that he was very cold and extremely cramped. Opening his eyes slowly, he was met with darkness. What happened...? He thought as he groaned, feeling as he hadn't moved in years. I thought I was dead? Where the hell am I?

James tried to lift his head and bump into something solid, something that really reminded him of wood. Panicked, James tried to move a hand towards his face to see if he was wearing his glasses. He had hardly lifted it when it came into contact with the solid object again. His heart beat racing, James thought wildly, If I thought I was dead... Then- surely, did everyone else think so too...? James could feel his insides grow cold as he figured out where he was.

Under the ground, inside his coffin, James Potter let out a loud scream.

The earth moved from above him and all of a sudden James found himself thrown upwards and into the night air. Soil going everywhere and bits of splinted wood, James landed on the solid ground with a thump and remained still as he caught his breath. His chest heaving, James turned himself over and looked at where he had been. His heart stopped as he made out a white tomb stone which read,

James and Lily Potter

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

"No..." James mumbled, Lily was dead. His heart cracked and he felt as if his chest was going to cave in. She died, they both died, I couldn't save them...Harry. "I failed them. I FAILED!" He screamed and turned away from the grave, unable to look at it any longer.

Why am I alive? Where is Voldemort, he said he was calling me... Well I won't go to him. I'll... I'll kill him!

"Lily... I'm so sorry, I failed you, failed you both..." James squeezed his eyes shut trying not to see his son giggling in his wife's arms. His beautiful green eyes shining and his black hair sticking up like his own. He didn't even get a chance at life; he was just a child, my baby boy...

James didn't know how long he lay there, shaking in the dark, keeping his eyes shut, nor did he care. The ground could swallow him up and he wouldn't give a damn. What was the point anymore; there was nothing left for him. Sirius, Lupin and Peter would be dead, tortured, lost forever. Only Dumbledore had a hope against Voldemort and he was very old now...

James didn't even know what year it was, he couldn't tell how long he had lain in his own grave, next to his wife and probably his son if he looked for him, but James couldn't bring himself to.

He finally opened his eyes when he felt the morning light hit him, like daggers, reminding him of being alive while so many others weren't.

Groaning, he rolled over and staggered to his feet, losing his balance a little before remaining upright. James had one mission before he let himself become one with the void.

He was going to kill Voldemort for what he had done, and he was going to make it hurt.

...: A few days later:...

Remus Lupin was sitting at the small kitchen table in his shabby cottage, looking out at the bright morning, while drinking a hot cup of tea. He didn't care what Sirius thought, this muggle beverage was very comforting in the mornings and long nights after his transformation. He groaned a little as he rolled his shoulders, making the muscles ache a little. His last transformation had been particularly painful but it had been better with Sirius there. He wasn't so alone anymore. He had Sirius had decided after the return of Voldemort a few weeks ago, that sticking together was better, despite the risk of being caught. They were due to move to Sirius's old home, but couldn't get motivated to complete the move.

Remus was roused from his mind when he heard Sirius stumbling down the stairs and entering the kitchen.

"Morning" he said in a groggy voice.

"Cup of tea?" Remus teased, laughing as Sirius merely glared at him.

"No thanks" he muttered before slumping down in the chair in front of him, with a glass of water. "Nice day" he commented as Remus looked back out of the window.

"We can't go out-"

"I know, I know." Sirius cut him off quickly. Remus looked at him and saw that he was frowning.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately.

"Its nothing-" Sirius started, but he was shifting in his seat like he was worried about something, "I just had a bad dream about Harry is all..." He finished, looking at his hands.

"What was it about?" Remus asked warily,

"It wasn't about anything; I just have a nagging feeling about him. I'm worried Moony." Remus sighed and sat back,

"I am too Padfoot. After everything that happened- with Voldemort- I wonder if he's safe at the Dursley's..." Sirius growled and his frown deepened.

"Yeah, because they are really helping him deal with what happened. We shouldn't have left him alone there with that lot." Remus nodded in agreement and took another sip of his tea, trying to calm his thoughts.

"Maybe we should pay him a visit" he thought aloud, absentmindedly reaching for the muggle paper that was left by his house very morning. Sirius hadn't thought it was normal, but Remus knew keeping an eye on the paper let him know if anything strange was happening away from the wizarding world. He was especially keen now that Voldemort had returned.

"Yeah, I'd love to scare the hell out of those muggles." Sirius said bitterly,

Remus was about to scold him when he saw the heading for the paper.

Grave robbing at Godric's Hollow?

Remus froze and quickly stood up, scanning the paper, hoping he was wrong, can't be, that's just sick...

"Remus?" Sirius asked, looking up at him worriedly.

Grave belonged to James Potter, a young man living in the village with his wife Lily and son Harry before they were both killed in an explosion...

Remus's head went fuzzy and he dropped his mug of tea, it shattered across the floor and spilled the liquid everywhere. He didn't care.

"No... They couldn't have..." he said in despair, ignoring Sirius as he jumped up and yelled out his name.

"Remus, what is it? What's wrong?" Remus lent on the counter, his legs sagging. He silently handed over the paper to Sirius, who grabbed it and started to read. His eyes widened when he saw the article and he swayed.

"..Bastards didn't...?" Remus was shaking; he looked at Sirius and felt his anger rising within him.

"It's got to be something to do with Voldemort." He said in a strained voice.

"You don't think Harry will find out, do you?" Sirius asked quickly, "It's a muggle paper! Maybe...Maybe his relatives don't let him read the paper?" he continued, pacing across the room, ignoring the fact his feet were getting soaked in tea.

"We have to go there, now." Remus said quickly, walking out of the room and grabbing his cloak. "Sirius, you need to transform, I'm apperating us straight there." Sirius nodded and changed into a large black dog, he wined and Remus grabbed his collar before picking up his wand and turning on the spot.

Godric's Hollow, 11AM

Remus stumbled when he landed and quickly recovered, walking briskly through the village, hoping that nobody would be around. As it was, the village was quiet and the morning sunshine beat down on the streets. Sirius trotted ahead and kept looking back at Remus, willing him to hurry up.

Taking a deep breath, Remus turned down the street James and Lily had lived on, he hadn't been here in a while and he wasn't prepared for the emotions that hit him. He broken into a run and glanced at the destroyed before going past to find the graveyard.

The two of them pushed past the gate and stopped short when they saw a short figure, robbed in black, holding his wand over a grave and moving soil back into place.

Sirius transformed and yelled at the top of his voice, "WORMTAIL!"

Peter turned around at the shout and jumped. Sirius ran towards him at full speed, snarling. Remus followed, knowing that Sirius didn't have a wand, and that Peter did.

But before either of them could reach him, he yelped and disapparated on the spot, leaving behind a musty smell and a blast of wind.

Sirius let out a yell in annoyance and Remus sighed. They walked over to the grave he had been next to and looked down at the tomb stone.

James and Lily Potter.

Sirius looked up at Remus, his eyes gleaming in anger.

"We've got to talk to Dumbledore." Remus said as he grabbed Sirius and disapparated, leaving the graveyard silent once more.

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