"YESSSSSSSSS!"
It's always been very interesting to see one James Potter jumping up in the air like a moron, and it's quite amusing to see the Marauders paralyzed in hysterics watching, and it's rather normal to also see one Severus Snape glaring at the four of them. What's not normal is to see all this happening with a baby's cries and a moving image of a rather older James Potter surrounded by older Marauders, next to an older Lily Evans….er…Potter, lying on a bed, in the background.
Lily Evans, the one currently sitting next to Severus Snape, had a look of horror on her face. "I married you?" James winced. "You're such a jerk! There is no way that this is correct!"
"Unfortunately," Mr. Corith said, while clearing his throat, causing more than three-quarters of the school to jump in surprise, "It is impossible for the charm to go incorrectly. At least, as it is cast now. Perhaps over time you will grow to be a little more…..lenient?……towards Mr. Potter's………eccentrics."
In response, Lily merely huffed in disgust, and turned back to the screen. The majority of the school followed her lead, as seeing the future of the two who had been voted 'most-likely-to-cause-the-messiest -rejection-ever' would be rather interesting. And so it was.
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A small clock in the corner of the screen jumped ahead a few hours, and the image changed. Now the elder James could be seen rocking his child in his arms. ('Aww' factor 80) Sirius Black entered the hospital room, and, in a quiet voice, hissed, "What the hell were you thinking?", to which the current Sirius responded, "What do you think? He was thinking with his head!"
"I wasn't." James replied heavily. "God Padfoot, I don't know what to do!" He looked up at his best friend, a despairing look in his eyes. "As if Lily and I weren't in danger already…! If You-Know-Who ever finds out that we have a child…!"
Sirius sat down and slung an arm over James's shoulder. With his other hand, he gently stroked Harry's cheek with a finger. "Relax," he said comfortingly, "Only the Order knows that you have a child." Then his eyes grew hard. "And we think we know who the spy is."
"Who?" He didn't want to know, it would have meant that he couldn't trust one of his friends, please, please don't be…
"Remus Lupin."
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"WHAT!" Remus Lupin jumped up from where he had been sitting. "How could you accuse me? I would never betray you guys. NEVER! You can't believe that!" His voice shifted from anger to desperation. "Whatever this "Order" is I would never go to His ranks! You know me, don't you?"
James, Sirius, and Peter looked at him. "I want to say yes," Sirius said first, "But as Corith said, this thing can't lie. I'm sorry." With that, the three turned back to the screen, leaving the fourth to attempt to stifle his sobs, and hide his tears.
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"No," James whispered, "Moony? How could…Why…" In his shock, all he could get out were half-formed questions. His son, sensing his father's distress, reached up with one small hand and touched his father's cheek. James blinked. "Not even a day old yet? You're gonna be bloody powerful, kid." He shook his head. Harry Potter, five hours old, awake, and sensing emotions. That's more than just "bloody powerful".
"We think—" Sirius cleared his throat, "We think it's because he's a werewolf. It's possible that You-Know-Who's not giving him a choice in the matter. I don't think he'd willingly betray us."
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Back in the present time, whispers were heard throughout the crowd, all of them the same. Werewolf? The tears that Remus had just managed to stop started flowing again. It didn't matter that he was a man, that he wasn't supposed to cry. He had just 'betrayed' his friends, the first people to accept him for what he was, and now, with his secret out, no one else would even want to stand near him. His life was going from the best time he'd ever had, to the worst hell he could imagine.
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Sirius continued, completely oblivious to the fact that hundred of students from the past were listening in. "Listen, Dumbledore thinks it's best if we used the Fidelius Charm. Either he or I would be your secret keeper."
"I pick you." James had a determined look on his face. "If I can't trust my best friend, who can I trust?"
