White Shadow

A/N- Hey, new story that I will 'hopefully' try to finish...I don't have the best track record for completing multi-chapter stories...Well I promise this story will end on a HAPPY NOTE!

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White Shadow- Chapter One

"James Potter...James Potter..."

A shaken man sat in the corner of a padded room. Huddled in the fetal position, he just kept mumbling "James Potter...James Potter..."

"Oh Lord," a man in a white coat whispered under his breath. "Frank has really lost it this time."

Dr. Brown looked up at his young associate, "John, call Mrs. Longbottom, tell her to bring her son over immediately." John left towards the nurse's station. 'Maybe he can calm him down.' He thought to himself. Dr. Steven Brown looked upon the body of Frank Longbottom. He sighed deeply and walked away.

* * *

Harry woke up with a start. He sighed inwardly as the pain in his scar subsided. 'I will never get a good night's sleep if the death eaters keep as active as they are.' Harry mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't have even thought that. There was nothing anyone could do to stop Voldemort and his followers.
It was two days before his return to Hogwarts. The Weasley's were planning on picking him up to retrieve his supplies the next day. 'Only six hours until I am out of here.' Harry had been stuck at the Dursley's all summer under Dumbledore's orders. Voldemort had risen to power once again, and it was all Harry's fault. 'No it's not!' He screamed to himself. He stared down at his right arm, the scar from Wormtail still imminent. Harry laid his head back down to try and gain as much sleep as possible before his aunt woke him up...

* * *


Neville Longbottom stared broken-heartedly at his father. He jumped when the door behind him closed. It was just him and his father ALONE, or at least that is what one of them thought. Out of his corner, Frank got up and walked over to his son, but stopped right next to him and stared at the empty space to the right.


"Well hello James, nice of you to visit me again." Frank said as though he never spent fourteen years in a mental hospital. After a moment of silence, he talked again.

"Oh that's nice, How's Harry holding up?" "Yes, yes, he is in the same year as my son Neville." "How is Lily these days?" "Oh, you don't say?" Frank continued his one way conversation with himself.

Neville couldn't take is anymore. He was talking as though the Potter's never died and he actually knew what was going on around him. He knew that he was at Hogwarts! He knew that he was in the same year as Harry! He was acting almost sane...ALMOST. Neville knocked on the door to get the doctor.

"Doctor Brown! Grandma! Come here! Look what dad is doing!" And they did, staring in shock as the civil conversation he was holding with the air. "He thinks it's James. He knows that-" Neville told the doctor.

"hmm..." The Doctor cut him off, "He was calling James Potter's name this morning, that's why I called you." He paused. "I don't know what it means."

* * *

As promised, at ten that morning, the Weasley's came, literally, tumbling out of the fireplace.

"Lo Harry!" Ron yelled cheerfully. "Ready to go?" Harry beamed at Ron and his father. Harry had his trunk in hand, ready to leave. Ron took Harry's empty cage.

"OK," Mr. Weasley said, "I guess we are off." Mr. Weasley took a pinch of floo powder. "THE BURROW!" he yelled, and he disappeared. Harry and Ron followed suit.


Harry landed roughly on the floor of the Weasley's home.

"Oh Harry!" Before Harry could see who it was, he was swept into a tight hug. A motherly hug, it was Molly Weasley.

"Oh it's good to see you dear! How have you been?" Molly asked, but before he could answer, "Oh, of course you aren't well! Who would be after all you went through. Well there's nothing like a trip to Diagon Alley to cheer someone up." Molly smiled lovingly at Harry. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry and Ron each a pinch of powder. "Meet you there." She said right before yelling "The Leaky Cauldron!" and she left.

Ron just stated slowly, "Mothers," Harry nodded smiling. "Let's go Harry, Dad and everyone are already there." Ron threw in his powder, "THE LEAKY CULDRON!" and he was gone as well. Harry looked quickly around the Burrow before doing the same. 'There's no place like home,' he thought to himself.

* * *

Mrs. Longbottom ran into the room, "Frank, son! Do you recognize me?" He stared blankly at his mother.

"Harry." Frank stated. "Must save Harry." With that he passed out on the floor.


Neville couldn't stand this, his father was acting worse than ever. He had to check on his mother. He ran down the woman's corridors until he reached the pale yellow door at the end of the hallway. He knew he shouldn't go in without telling the doctors first, but he didn't care, he had to see his mum. Slowly, he opened the door, on the bed was Mrs. Longbottom, sitting up staring at him.
"Mum?" he questioned.

"James." She said. "James, he came here and visited me, told of Voldemort's rising again. Voldemort has risen again! Must save Neville! Must save Harry! MUST SAVE HOGWARTS!"



A/N-You like? I really have to try and finish this one. I always get ideas and can never finish them. I must finish this one! I must finish this one! Review please!