A/N: Welcome! You have chosen to read my fic and for that, I give you many thanks. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I kinda thought of it on a whim and thought, Wow, that might be a very interesting story. So…without further ado, here's the chapter and review to let me know if you like it.

Disclaimer: Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once--I am NOT JK Rowling, therefore, I do NOT own anything and if I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time on the Fanfiction, but writing the seventh book instead. Enjoy!

Chapter One
The chiming of an elevator reaching its destination resonated off the walls of the long corridor, lined with many doors. The silver doors to the aforementioned elevator slid back into place and revealed the occupant. With a soft sigh, the inhabitant shook the water droplets off their coat and bent down to retrieve the item beside them. They swallowed a lump in their throat and, bravely, stepped out of the lift.

The figure walked down the warmly lit hallway, shuffling the item in their hand to another and exhale noisily, running their free hand through their damp locks. The one marveled at how soft the carpet was and how it added a spring to their gloomy step.

At least I know that it's nice, the individual thought to themselves as they glanced at the numbers on the door, searching for the right one. The figure sucked in air as they came upon their destination. Their heart beat wildly in their chest as they averted their eyes to the thing at their side. Hesitantly, they faced the door upon which the number 976 hung on a polished, gold plaque.

Reluctantly, they set their item down on the floor. The individual crouched down and withdrew a envelope from their coat pocket. They tucked it underneath the object and reached out, touching the smooth surface, their fingers lingering longer than they should have.

The figure squeezed their eyes shut, a tear trickling down their cheek as they slowly stood up and turned on their heel, walking determinedly down the hallway. They held their head high as tears continued to pour down their already wet face. They stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the downward button.

Tapping their foot anxiously, the behind let out a shaky sigh, dragging a hand through their tangled hair. The familiar chimed echoed down the hallway and the figure stole one last glance down the corridor, squeezing their eyes shut tightly. They stepped into the lift, lowering their head into their quivering hands, sobbing uncontrollably and wondering if they decision they just made, was actually for the best.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly as the sleeping form of James Potter groaned loudly. He flipped over to his other side, sighing in annoyance, and burrowing himself deeper in the blankets. The alarm continued to sing loudly and his hand snaked out from under the covers, slammed down on the off button, successful putting an end to the aggravating noise.

James sighed aggravatingly and sat up, knowing that it would be a waste to go back to sleep, as it was…he glanced at the clock on the bedside table…seven thirty. He threw the comforter off of his body and swung his legs over the side of his bed, leaning over his thighs and rubbing his hands over his face.

James reached out to the bedside table and grabbed his glass, shoving them up his nose. Lazily, he stood, stretching his arms out over his head and curling his toes.

He padded towards his bedroom door and ventured out into the hallway. James yawned loudly, shaking his head of unruly black hair out. He meandered through the living room and towards the kitchen, scuffling his feet against the cool tile that sent shivers down his spine.

After filling the coffeemaker with water and adding the grounded beans, he flipped the switch and waited for the hot caffeinated drink to brew. With an exaggerated sigh, James shuffled his way back through the living room and towards the front door to get the Daily Prophet that was bound to be on the doorstep, as he had paid to have the paper delivered to his flat.

He twisted the gold lock, then unlatched the chain lock, before lowering his hand to the brass door knob and turning it in his hand. James retched the door open, barely paying attention and stepped forward, his toe successfully colliding with a solid object.

"Bloody hell!" He let out a long chain of significant curses before an odd sound met his ears. Quirking a brow, James glanced down and let out a yelp in surprise. The noise increased and he rubbed at his eyes furiously, hoping to Merlin that it was just his imagination.

Nothing worked; he pinched, slapped, and poked himself to make him wake up from this nightmare that was occurring. It had to be a nightmare, but the shrill sounds of howling met his ears, shaking his eardrums.

Suddenly, Sirius appeared over his shoulder, asking about the loud ruckus that had woken him up. He glanced down at the ground, where James's eyes were currently fixed. When the realization hit him, Sirius barked, "Oh hell no!"

James shut the door suddenly and pressed his back to it. "No," he said, clasping his hands in his head, "No, no, no, no, NO! This is NOT happening! It's a dream! It has to be! It's a dream! It's a nightmare! A horrible nightmare!" James said, repeating everything he had just said to himself quickly.

Sirius's eyes were wide as Remus scuttled out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He questioned irritably.

James gasped for breath as he stood up and pivoted on his heels, opening the door once again. "No, James. That is not what I think it is, is it?" Sirius demanded, clapping his hands over his ears and joining James once again at his staring.

James shrugged, "I don't know, Sirius. It sounds really enough."

Remus grunted, hating his friends for annoying, and pushed past James, the unavoidable wailing meeting his ears. He gasped. "James," Remus exclaimed, slapping him upside the head.

"What?" James asked in a half there voice, his eyes widen in shock.

"Well, don't just stand there like an idiot," Remus snapped, "Pick it up."

Sirius nodded vigorously. "Please James," Sirius begged, "just shut that thing up."

Remus shook his head and slapped Sirius in the same manner he had James just seconds before. "That thing you are referring to, is an infant, you git!"

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