When Harry met James…
The Beginning of the Story'Ron ! Stay here ! I'm not done !
Ron turned round and saw Hermione standing in front of him.
'No ! I had it with you !'
The doorway opened and Harry came in.
'What's the matter ?… Ron !'
Ron ran passed him and screamed that he should try to reason Hermione, cause he didn't knew what to do anymore.
'Hermione ?' Harry asked quietly.
Hermione sat on the floor, crying softly.
Harry bend over and looked Hermione in the eyes.
'Why did you have a fight ?' He asked her.
'He… He… Ron…' Hermione cried even more, and Harry realised that it had to be bad whatever Ron had done, or else Hermione wouldn't be so out of control.
'What did he do ?'
'He… I heard…'
Hermione tried to dry her eyes and Harry looked round for help.
No one was in the common room, they were all alone.
'Hermione ? Do you want me to go look for him ?'
Hermione looked up and nodded.
'If you would, please…'
Only now Harry saw that Hermione's cheeck was all red, as if someone had hit her.
Harry's eyes rounded and he got up and said he was going to look for Ron.
He didn't ask who did that or why anyone would do that.
…
'Ron ?'
Harry saw someone standing behind a statue, well hidden for curious people.
'Ron ? Is that you ?'
The person turned round and Harry saw it was Ron.
'What happened ? Hermione's on the floor, crying her eyes out.'
Ron didn't said a thing and Harry looked at his feet.
'Er… Ron.. I… I saw the spot on her cheeck… Who.. Did you…'
Ron looked up, so fast it made Harry jump.
'I didn't hit her !'
Harry looked at him. 'I know you didn't.. I wanted to-'
Ron didn't let Harry speak. 'You're all the same !' He yelled and stamped away.
Harry shook his head.
Ever since those two came together, there had only been more fights.
Sometimes it want really well, but on some days Harry thought he could hit them both on the head of anger !
Why didn't they listen when he had told them that they shouldn't get together.
'Only bad things happen then ! Look at my parents !'
Hermione had eyed Harry and answered that his parents weren't friends until their senior year and that they were in their sixth year and grown up
(Ron had said that), so that he couldn't keep bossing them around and telling them what to do and what not.
Hagrid had come and rescued him by saying he needed help with the Thestrals.
Because Voldemort was recruiting all his servants and foul creatures, people got killed or hurt even more, yet no one really did something against it.
Oh yeah, the Order did, but… Harry didn't wanted to know anything anymore about the Order. He still wasn't forgotten Sirius, his godfather.
The tears welled up in Harry when he turned to the Forbidden Section of the School-Library. He, Ron and Hermione had special authorisation to look round there, 'cause they followed the special courses to become Aurors.
They all unanimous agreed to become Aurors, after the Great Fight in the Ministry. Yet, sometimes.. Harry wondered what would happened if Sirius hadn't died, if Harry hadn't been so stupid to go after Voldemort and if Dumbledore had told him everything earlier.
Harry took a book of a shelf he just passed by and looked at the title, without really knowing what he read.
He just opened it and read whatever it said.
Suddenly Harry realised he hadn't understood what he read.
He shook his head and reread it.
'Whoever you think of, you will be going to…
Turn to the page where you'd like to…
Think of a place in your dreams…
Visit it in your life…
Go to the near future or going to the past…
Learn what you want to know…
But remember this… What you will have known…
You will not have lived…
Go as fast!'
A thought struck his mind. He only thought of Sirius, he thought of the Library and of the page number 20. Harry did al those things in one second and the next one he turned the pages and…
Harry fell on the floor.
He looked round, he still was in the library.
'What happened?' He asked himself and he tried to stand up.
Where was the book?
He remembered that he had it in his hands, but what he did then…
Harry couldn't recall those moments, not even with all the will in the world.
He shook his head and got up.
He wiped the dirt of his pants and looked for the exit of the Forbidden Section. He found it immediately, but what he didn't understood was why there were candles everywhere and not the normal torches.
Harry wondered if he passed out maybe?
And someone else took the book? Ron maybe?
Did Ron followed him and tried to do a prank?
Harry didn't understood and his scar started to hurt again.
Harry hit it with his hand, muttering that it should stop.
Suddenly he heard a noise.
'Hello?'
If he remembered well was there no one else in the library.
And it can't be that he was passed out that long, cause someone would have noticed it… It was, after all, still a normal school day and lessons were bound to begun already.
A good-looking boy looked round and smiled.
'There you are!' He said, clearly on a tone that made perfectly clear that he recognised Harry.
Harry checked after him, for maybe someone was standing there?
He had never seen the boy before, yet he knew that face from somewhere. How come that that guy knew him, but not other way?
'Er.. Me?'
'Yeah, you! Silly! Come, we have to go to Transfiguration!'
'Trans… No… I have to go to Defence Against The Dark Forces.'
The guy looked round and Harry saw that his eyes rounded.
'What? Come on!'
He pulled Harry with him and started to run.
'McGonagoll will kill us if we come late again!… As will our dear friend.'
He made a laugh like a bark and suddenly Harry stood still.
'What's the matter?' The boy asked.
Harry couldn't speak nor even open his mouth.
It couldn't be… Could it be?
Harry looked at the boy.
Dark hair, dark eyes… And handsome, handsomer then Harry would ever be.
Harry never knew how he landed on the floor, the only thing he knew, he didn't knew for sure.
'Oi… Are you alright?'
Three boys of about his age looked at Harry.
He still laid on the floor, yet his head was resting on a pillow or a pull.
And a teacher was trying to awake him.
'Mister Potter, open your eyes. Enervate.'
Harry didn't recognised that voice. It sounded familiar, just like the one from Dumbledore, but it seemed much younger.
Harry finally opened his eyes and…
'AAH!'
He screamed his heart out. He couldn't believe who he saw standing next to him and awaking him.
It was Dumbledore, only… He didn't had that long beard and the lines of elderly were lot less visible.
The three other boys jumped and got up.
'James! What's the matter!'
Harry looked round to the boy who had said that.
'Sirius?' Harry asked quietly.
The boy Harry saw first nodded.
'Yes, James?' He asked still.
'Si… Siri…!' Harry's eyes welled up with tears.
The very much younger version of Sirius looked at his friends.
Harry followed his eyes.
He suddenly recognised Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew and Sirius…
His godfather, Sirius Black.
Harry immediately grabbed him tight and hugged him so hard, the young Sirius almost couldn't breath.
'Er.. James, what's the matter?'
Harry couldn't speak of the tears in his eyes.
He didn't wanted to let go, ever!
Remus helped Sirius by pulling Harry, who was in his eyes apparently James, of and he looked at him.
'James… your… Your eyes.'
Harry cried even more, as if he couldn't stop forever.
Sirius didn't knew how to behave and he just patted "James" on his back and Dumbledore helped "James" up, looking amazed.
'Sirius? What's the matter?' Remus asked, after Dumbledore and the others had left. 'What did you say about his eyes?'
Harry kept crying, because he knew that that was Sirius and Remus and that his father should be here also somewhere and… Just the emotions of being here and not with Hermione and Ron.
He actually didn't know what to feel or how to express it.
He only knew that he had to cry to clear his mind a bit and to calm down, which he did after a couple of minutes.
Sirius kept patting him and Remus looked at Peter as if he didn't knew what to say. And at the look on the face of Peter, neither did he.
'Er… James, let's go to the common room, okay?'
Harry didn't say a thing, but just straightened his back, stretched his knees slowly and started walking, without even knowing where his feet took him.
Sirius, Remus and Peter followed Harry, without saying anything to each other, yet they exchanged looks where they all said clearly that they thought James lost his mind.
When they arrived at the Fat Lady-portrait, Harry suddenly realised where he was. He dried his eyes, feeling a bit ashamed, but another feeling ruled.
Harry couldn't describe it… Was it joy? No… It seemed more like sadness and hurt, but with a tinkle of happiness in it.
Harry kept standing there and looked at the portrait.
Sirius saved him by saying the password.
'Leo Heart.'
'Correct.' She revealed the passageway to the common room of Gryffindor.
There were a lot of people in, but no one Harry recognised.
They did recognise him, though.
'Hi James.' 'Hello Jamesy!' …
Harry just started climbing on the stairs, neglecting the others and walked to his bedroom, where he, Ron and Neville and his other friends slept.
Sirius and the others ran after him.
Harry pushed the door open and his eyes widened.
'Iii!' A girl screamed and a boy stumbled away, pulling on his sneakers.
Harry kept standing in the doorway, feeling how his knees got week.
'Dad? Mum?'
Harry, again, never knew when he fainted, but he stumbled of the stairs and laid motionless on the floor. His face was on the floor and his scar hurted so bad, that his eyes were in an extreme pain position, even though Harry was unconscious.
The girl and the boy ran downstairs, pulling Harry up straight, making sure they could see his face.
All the persons in the room were dead quiet. Nobody said a word. No one dared to even think of anything.