A horrible heaviness appeared in the pit of James's stomach when he woke up; it was there because Sirius wasn't jumping on his bed to wake him up or Remus wasn't throwing a very large book on him or Camren wasn't singing in his ear. He couldn't hear the mermaid's song nor the Womping Willow attacking passing birds.
James prised his eyes open with a sigh, the room was still dark, lined in green and he could just make out Ron and Neville's sleeping outlines.
Slowly and as quietly as possible James crept out of bed and downstairs, only bumping into Kreacher who gave him a look of great dislike and hobbled off muttering all kinds of things under his breath. The House of Black was just as Sirius had described; unfeeling, cold, unfriendly and not exactly what anyone could call 'home.'
The kitchen was deserted, it seemed colder than the rest of the house, James caught his reflection in a gold goblet that had been left on the table last night; he laughed a little as he saw Evans's eyes staring back at him. Those eyes had hated and ridiculed him for years, he couldn't understand how in the world Evans went from hating him beyond all reason to loving him and having his baby, or maybe she didn't love him and something had forced her to have his child?
James's heart was suddenly very heavy; he folded his arms on the table and rested his head in them. He continued to stare into those eyes.
James didn't know how much time passed, he never bothered to check the large clock on the wall, but soon Mrs Wesley and Remus came in to start breakfast.
"James?" Remus exclaimed as he entered the room, obviously shocked to see him up so early.
"Morning." James mumbled not taking his eyes off his reflection.
Remus sat beside him, he was watching James watching his reflection, "it's weird to see, you know." James whispered so only Remus could hear as Mrs Wesley clattered around making breakfast.
"I know." Remus whispered back. He ruffled James hair in a some what fatherly manner, "maybe you should go back to bed." Remus suggested kindly.
James knew that Remus was always right and he did what he said. As James went back to the bedroom he passed the door that made his scar tingle last time and it did it again this time but it hurt more.
James pressed his ear to the door; Sirius was in there arguing with someone.
"It's too dangerous to let you out!" Sirius was shouting.
"But I'm still very much in control!" the person shouted back; their voice sounded slightly disoriented, like it was two people talking over each other.
"That's not what your eyes or your voice say." Sirius snapped.
"Why not kill me now? Put an end to this curse and all this madness!" the person screamed.
"Stop it!" Sirius shouted, "you have to stay in here for everyone's benefit."
There was a smash of something; "it's not doing me any good! This is worse than Azkaban!" the person shouted.
There was silence for a little while, then a very croaked voice said, "just get out."
James quickly leapt back as Sirius came to the door; he gave James a shocked look when he saw him, "good morning James." He said in a fake cheery voice.
"Who were you arguing with?" James asked, looking at the ajar door.
Sirius quickly snapped it shut, "no one," James could see goosebumps rising on Sirius neck, like they did every time he lied, "just Kreacher."
"Moony and Mrs Wesley are making breakfast." James told Sirius quickly.
Sirius licked his lips, "good, I'm starving." He started going down the stairs before he turned to James, "aren't you coming too?" he asked kindly.
James shook his head, "no, I'm too tired, I couldn't sleep." He told Sirius.
Sirius nodded slowly, "okay, see you at lunch as usual then." He laughed but then he looked quite serious, "James, there is only one rule in this house and I hope you'll obey it; don't go in that room." He said sternly, pointing at the room he had just come out of.
James stared at the door, wondering who could be so dangerous in this house they had to lock them away, he turned back to Sirius, "okay paddy."
Sirius smiled his classic smile and went downstairs. James lingered outside the door, his scar tingling every so often, his mind reeling of what secret could be held behind the door.
Ron and Neville passed him with a cheery 'good morning' but James didn't answer. Fred and George wanted to talk to him but a young red headed girl ushered them away. The bushy haired girl stood with him for a while, just staring at the door too and the scar stopped hurting all the time she stood there.
But soon James was standing by himself, staring at the very grain on the door, he could hear the person moving around inside; James had to know who was in there, even if it did mean disobeying Sirius but James figured he would never find out.
The door didn't make a sound as he opened it; the room was pitch black, a single light illuminated a figure sitting on the bed; they had their head in their hands, their whole body shaking.
James slowly closed the door and as soon as he did their head shot up; their shocking green eyes felt like they pierced his very soul, they swept their shaggy golden blonde hair out of their face before it broke into a killer 'Sirius smile', "hello Harry. I wondered what was going on." They croaked softly.
James's jaw dropped, he could believe it, "Camren." James whispered.
Camren scowled, "you okay Scar? Do you wanna sit down?" he asked James kindly, getting off the bed and standing before him.
Camren was shorter than James remembered him, he had a different smile too. James smiled nervously as he spotted the bleeding Dark Mark on Camren's left arm; James recognised it from when his grandparents were killed. This defiantly wasn't his Camren.
"What's wrong Scar? You look like you've never seen me." Camren laughed slightly.
"Why are you calling me Scar?" James asked, staring Camren straight in the eyes.
Camren grinned broadly again, "well, that's your nickname or have you changed it?" he said.
"Sirius hasn't told you what's happened, has he?" James asked him gently.
Camren scowled and rubbed the Mark, "w-what's happened? I haven't been possessed in three day." He snapped defensively.
James felt slightly stunned to hear that, but he shook it away, "what? No! I mean me being here." He said quickly.
Camren relaxed slightly, "what about you being here, we all knew they would go rescue you." He shrugged.
James laughed, "but you didn't know I would wake up as James Potter, now did you."
Camren seemed to go very white very quickly, "but Prongs is dead." He croaked.
James nodded soulfully, he was getting kind of used to hearing that shocking piece of news, "true, but we all have a feeling that me and Harry have switched bodies." He explained simply.
Camren looked away and sat back on the bed. James watched him think and he couldn't stop himself asking the question that had been in his mind since he had seen his Dark Mark, "who are you?" he blurted out.
Camren looked up at him again, he gave a long sigh before answering, "I'm Sirius's son." He told James simply.
That news hit James like a ton of bricks; Sirius hadn't even mentioned his son, let alone showed James how he was living.
"Camren Mark Black." Camren continued but his gaze had wondered, "also known as Eclipse of the Mischief Makers but less communally known as Voldermorts' Prodigy."
James's legs nearly gave way at that piece of information, "you're heir to the guy who kills me and Lily." He managed to choke out.
Camren met his eyes and nodded sadly, "it wasn't my decision, my guardian branded me when I was five, I didn't know it was real until I was fourteen." Camren growled, mostly to himself and scratched at the Mark.
There was a long silence between them, James could hear the clatter of plates and forks downstairs; he looked around the tiny room, some pictures of a large group of people were stuck to the wall by the bed, along with one of three boys showing their arses to the camera, revelling tattoos of two 'm's crossed. Two wanted posters were on the wall too; one was Sirius's, he looked truly demented and the other was of Camren, doing every move the same as Sirius's photo.
"Why are you in here?" James suddenly said as he looked at the photo of Camren and the bushy haired girl kissing.
Camren began playing with the locket around his neck, "being Voldermorts' prodigy means that he is growing ever stronger inside of me; he can take over my body and make me do stuff that I wouldn't in my own mind." He told James angrily. "Plus me and Remus have to come in here for the full moon." Camren added quickly.
"Cor, no ones lives seem to be very good around here do they." James breathed.
They fell into silence once more until James heard someone coming up the stairs; he saw Camren's ears prick up, "dad's coming. You'd better go." He told James quickly and pushed him to the door.
"Will you be allowed out soon?" James asked.
"I'm not allowed out until my uncle comes for me." Camren told him sadly and pushed him out the door.
The hallway light burnt James's eyes after being in such low light for so long but he quickly ran off to the bedroom just as Sirius came to the top of the stairs.
James jumped in bed and pretended to be asleep when Sirius check on him, forgetting to take his glasses off. When Sirius left, James thought about Camren, locked away in that room all day, it was no wonder he was so angry. He also couldn't believe Sirius would do that to his own son, but he could see his point slightly, not that he would ever admit it.