Potter
Disclaimer: Inspiration hit me the time that i went to bed, and thought to write this little thing within a little three hours, it's 21:00 now and I'm starting.
James Potter?
He looked at Sirius Black with his eyes wide with shock, as the man stood there, the way that he stood there, then complete darkness, as he could feel something hitting him in the back of his head, a shock of pain as unconsciousness took him.
He awoke to the sound of loud conversation, the feeling of a bludger hitting him again and again in the back of the head making it almost impossible for him to focus. He looked at the corners of the room, strange things coming to his mind, as he realized that this was the room in the Shrieking Shack where they'd often play with moony. Sometimes, when the curse had hit him for such a hard transformation, the damn pain making Moony transform a bit rougher than most times, the wolf often cried out in spite of its confinement.
But wasn't this a full moon's night? If it were, then why would Moony be at this time. He cared to open his eyes, looking at an unshaven face, albeit a bit older then he had last seen it, lines of worry and malnourishment being visible on it. There was a noticeable moustache growing, one that hadn't been here before. He got up slowly, scanning the room, spotting a bushy-haired brunette lying on a comfortable spot with some rags under her, while a redheaded boy was spouting some nonsense about Sirius being a criminal. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Harry?" "Why is he talking to me like I'm harry? He'd better be playing some joke on me, adding the make-up and all that, maybe even the kids in the room, but I'm pretty sure that I'm James Potter right now… SHIT! Harry, where's harry and lily?" his internal monologue must've been visible on his face, as the somehow aged Sirius looked at him worriedly. "I'm sorry I banished that chair leg against your head, but you were going to curse me."
"Curse you? Now why would I do that Padfoot?" He didn't understand why Sirius was doing this, acting like this, but he decided to play along for a bit. "My name is Harry?" He could see Sirius looking pained. "Yes, your name is Harry Potter."
"Harry, don't listen to him! He's killed your parents!" he looked at the redhead for a moment, before dismissing him without as much as a glance. "Tell me, why am I here? Why do I remember you, you're… a godfather?" I hope he's kidding about me being harry, I distinctly remember playing with him just some time ago and then… Shit, voldemort got me… So… I must be in little Harry's body and Lily's gone too, or else Sirius wouldn't look like this, or be here. "He couldn't have killed them! He wasn't their Secret keeper! It was the Rat, Peter Pettigrew!"
I better act like I'm Harry for a few years or something, then change my name to James. Harry James Potter, I'm so glad Lily let me pick my name as his second name. Now to convince the rest. " Harry, how do you know that? You were so little, so young…"
I tried to face indignance, as if I were a 13 year old, which would probably be my age, venturing the look of the boy on the bed. "Well, I seem to remember Li- err, mum say something about how Peter was the keeper now, and my-s dad say something about Sirius needing to come around once in a while, to not be a stranger."
"Harry!" a girl's voice said as his head turned to her, a memory of her being a smart girl coming to his mind, the boy on the bed being now named as Ron Weasley, apparently a friend of his, in his unknowing state. It was actually somewhat frightening as he looked in retrospect, seeing that he was both James Potter, as apparently too Harry Potter, who was the only survivor of the Avada Kedavra, well, that's what he recalled anyways.
"Yes, Hermione?" The name rolled off his tongue with some difficulty, just in time for another familiar face to emerge from a doorway, a wand trained upon Sirius. "Sirius, I saw him."
"Moony." Came out of mine and Sirius's mouths, as we both stared at the other, watching each other for some sign of recognizance. " What did you just say?" Sirius queried. "He's a werewolf, so the name Moonie fit, since it's what I saw on the map." Lupin looked like he had been struck by lightning, but then eased into a bit more of a comfortable position as he walked up to Sirius, hugging him in a manly hug, or that was what they usually called it.
"Professor Lupin's a werewolf?" Ron said from the bed, his leg looking awfully strained and possible broken. He watched for a moment as lupin walked over him, presumably to cast a few medical spells, but Ron made a warding sign. "Stay away from me, you werewolf."
"Ron, Professor Lupin has some healing spells under his belt that could help you. I will personally vouch for his skill. Remember professor, when you helped me with that little problem on that test, when I accidentally got bitten by that Kappa?" Lupin didn't catch the reference, since he had made it all up, but a wink was enough to clue him in. "We do have to hurry though, its almost time for the full moon to rise."
"Don't move a step." A voice I wished I would never hear again spoke, and my eyes went to the door, where his snarkiness himself pulled off the Invisibility cloak. Friend of Lily or no, I didn't like him before, and I never really will probably. "Snape, don't you dare hurt Black! He's not the one that killed my mom and dad. It's Pettigrew you want to catch, not Black or Lupin. Moony, get into another room, we don't want to have you transform with us around." There was a brief silence as I finished, watching Snape give the invisibility cloak that I damn well owned a smallish kick, presumably because of some notion of vengeance that he was acting out on. "Potter, don't you dare presume to order me around because of your father knowing me in school."
"Sir, I would just point out that it is not safe for us to be here with a werewolf in the same room, on a full moon's night." Snape saw the reasoning in that, still pointing his wand at the other two men.
"Stupefy." A spell hit Snape in the stomach, the man falling into a heap of man within a second, his eyes going all life-less, the stunner having been low-powered, Hermione's wand in her hands clattering to the floor, as she looked at her hand, realizing that she had just stunned a teacher. "I stunned a teacher…"
The rest of the time was spent with getting the rat into his natural form, and after that had happened, Ron being lifted onto a conjured stretcher, along with Snape and then levitated away by Remus and Sirius, Sirius letting Pettigrew walk in front of him while Remus took the back.
I should've known that the moon was up high enough to make him transform. Went through my mind as I watched Moony transform into his wolf form, seeing Sirius fight against him with all his might, Pettigrew slipping away, the prophecy of Trelawny coming true after all, the look on Hermione's face being one of great problems, as Moony sped away into the distance, Sirius following. In a rash act, I decided to follow them, Hermione looking at me for a moment before staying with the unconscious bodies. I saw Sirius lie there, looking like he had the lights knocked out of him, while I felt a strange sensation come over me, as I watched the lake chill over, my breath going into small clouds, as I realized that there were Dementors all over the place, as I could feel my bad memories pulled to the front, the death of my parents, of Lily and of Harry, though I thought it was my own voice, which it was, but it must've been because I protected Harry in spirit, not because of some other reason.
I watched as they all came closer, the spell of Patronus summoning flowing from my lips, but I couldn't find a single happy memory, since it was all not me there. I looked to see Sirius lying there, a Dementor about to pull his soul out, until I myself succumbed to the feeling of hopelessness, and fell unconscious, a shard of light being the last thing I saw, until I woke up in the Hospital wing with the news that one of my friends was about to be executed.
It all went like a flash, I could assure anyone of that. Suddenly, we were three hours in the past, looking at the same wall, then the girl did the sensible thing of preventing a hippogryph's death, along with that leading up to the escape of the rat, whose new name shall be, He-Who-Must-Not-Escape.
Unfortunately, I told her a piece of bullshit that I saw myself saving me with a patronus, so that might've been the shard of light I had seen, but still, I watched the dementors, summoning up my happiest memory, of the time harry had been born, or the one that had Lily begging for more, since sex was always a good memory if the wife got something nice in mind. I will miss Lily's special pancake breakfast. No wonder we never had a house-elf… the poor thing would've gone mad with Lily's attitude.
I saved myself at that moment, watching as my patronus, also my Animagus form, raced from my wand, watching as it dispelled all the Dementors away from my other form, seeing Sirius breathe easier now, making me slightly cheerful that I'd saved Sirius with my own power, with my dashing good lucks AND with a lady at my side…
The next thing we did, seeing that Snape had come to pick up Sirius and me, conjuring up the stretcher for Sirius, was to take the hippogryph, after looking into it's eyes for some time, using it to get to Sirius's room and then free the poor bastard from his entrapment. "Just go." I muttered as I helped him seat on Buckbeak, as that was the name of the beast. "I don't know how to thank you."
"I suggest you find yourself a nice bird to occupy time with then, and see how it goes, maybe send me a message every now and then." The innuendo was not lost upon the older man, well, I guess he was, since I was after all just 13 in body, making me the younger one… "Indeed, you should send Harry some correspondence, to let him know you are still alive." Hermione chipped in her 2 galleons, and Sirius shook his head, seeing that the girl either didn't catch up on the innuendo or was still too immature to notice it. "I'll be fine. Not many birds wanna be around a wanted man, you know. Guess I'll have to go now Harry, I'll be sure to send you mail every now and then. Maybe even send you a few pics of some birds I'll see. You're that age now eh?"
"Sirius, just go, would you. You're still a juvenile man, as far as I'm concerned." The dialogue would seem awkward to anyone, Hermione was even giving me a look of total incomprehension, the entire conversation only being the result of madness of Sirius Black and James Potter.
As they watched him depart against the full moon, she turned to him. "What did he mean with you being that age, Harry? Is there something special about you being 13 that I don't know of?" I shook my head softly, not wishing to enlighten her to go read a book about hormones and boys going through a puberty and such. "Sometimes, there are things you don't want to know about."
He left it at that, the rest of the school-year having to go by with Snape being even more in a sour mood after getting no order of Merlin, along with Remus being gone. He didn't get much time to himself, as Hermione and Ron were constantly bugging him with questions, asking him about stuff that he was sure that they could learn themselves, after all, why wouldn't he indulge himself a little bit of fun every now and then, to keep the bad memories at bay?
Sure, they did ask him why he wanted to prank Snape so much, but it wasn't like they bothered to ask him. All that he wanted was to kepe himself from thinking about his wife and child, so brutally riopped away from him because of one man. There was a steel wall around his heart now, as he remembered that fteful night once more, watching him try to keep the Dark lord at bay, only faring death as his fate, then watching in an ethereal form as his dear wife was killed. There was a moment where the killing curse struck Harry, a sucking feeling, and then nothing more, an oblivious feeling, like being born anew.
He still mourned the loss of his wife and child, though he did not show it. His grief would have to wait until he had finished off what remained of Voldemort, along with some small trysts with girls a few years older, since there were some pretty ones around this school year.
He left that school-year a wiser man, his eyes, green as the emeralds that shone out of his late wife's viewholes, had become slightly colder, as rage coursed through his body now, but that was only when he was actively thinking about Voldemort, the War, or even of the happy times. Mostly, he acted the thirteen-year old he should have been, had he not come into these feelings. He wondered whether he would be able to pose like this for the next year, as he as Harry had not been that similar to his normal behavior, while the twins usually seemed to be more like him, in the art of snape-pranking at least. He wondered whether they would look up to him if he mentioned that James Potter had been the one named Prongs…, but ruled against it. Nobody should know that he was James Potter, Nobody! If Dumbledore discovered it, he would use him, because with a mature mind, he could do anything, even if the body was young. Still, the memories within him continued to haunt him, his little boy Harry being the most on his mind.
And so, the third year of Harry Potter drew to a close, his true identity regained as James Potter. That day, James Potter vowed that he would do anything to stop Voldemort, Dark Arts or no, but to have fun too, pranking people with the fury of Prongs. No longer would they be restricted again, as he was Prongs, the Marauder without fear. He looked at the station of London coming closer, as he prepared himself to meet with the Dursley's again…
This time, things would be different between him and Petunia… much different.
James Potter is hiding secrets about Petunia! In the next chapter, you will get to know just what James knows about Petunia that she would take great lengths to keep a secret from her husband as well as her son….
Reviews would be very much liked, as I am planning to write another chapter for it whenever I feel like this is well-received. 10 reviews within a day should do the trick, right people?
Please review, since it would help me write.
Suggestions for official pairings are also wanted. James, while grieving, knows that he would eventually have to marry again, and LILY IS DEAD here, with no means of revival.
Also, he does not see the need to date anyone below the age of 15, so that excludes Ginny.
Excluding old women like McGonagall, it's free game people…
Small list of available women...
Nymph. T., Alicia S, Angelina J, Daphne G, Fleur D, Katie B,�Cho C...
many more actually, but i got to quit now, so it's kind of late here...
Small statement: Dialogue is a bit awkward between James and Sirius because James is still in a shocked state, realizing that he's within his son's body...
Impress me, and I will impress you
