Hey guys I'm editing again I know I stopped for ages but that is because of the huge bunk of GCSE's I had to do :P Sorry, but now I only have 2 more GCSE's to do so there is some more free time in which I can get more of this done :D (Though unfortunately still 4 exams left...) And will hopefully write even more chapters to hurry this story along as I have it all planned now – well most of it- so all it needs is to be written up and I wanted the previous chapters to be good as well, before the next chapter is posted. Thank you to all that follow this story and/or follow me:D

Chapter 4

The cold October air whips at my cheeks as if punishing me with what I had just done but I don't care. I am free for the first time in over a year and I am going to enjoy myself. But where to go first?

I walk down the road as I think.

Hmm.

Maybe I should go a check on my friends and people in the order but who first.

At this point my legs have carried me into Godric's Hollow's church. I don't want to go in there on my day of freedom and see all the new graves of my old neighbours.

Suddenly feeling guilty I turn my back on the church which slightly sparkling in the early sunrise and walk straight across the street into 'The Lost Stone'. The pub I used to visit in the early days of living in Godric's Hollow. The pub hadn't changed much perhaps a little less people, none of them talking to each other because of fear and the absence of the drawn picture of what the philosophers stone looked like, a rough slightly circular squiggle which could be mistaken as a battered old hat that had been sat on has been changed to a picture of the minister of magic shouting "we shall always keep fighting for you". I walk up to the counter and say to the old nervous bar keeper who is cleaning a cup with trembling hands

"Fire whisky please."

He looks up starts and ducks down under the counter rummaging around for a clean glass. After a few minutes he came back up holding a clean glass and with a shaking hand hands it to me empty. I look down with a bemused expression and say

"I thought it was custom for a drink to be served in a pub not glasses."

The scared bar keeper squeaks and takes back the glass and hurriedly fills it with gillywater as his shaking hands that almost spill the drink over the dirty floor. I take it back paid feeling sorry for the man and not bothering to ask him again for fire whisky.

I turn and head to an empty table at the back of the pub dodging the drunken wizards around me from the night before. I tip the grey water down my throat choked and spat it out. All the people in the bar look round thinking I had been poisoned or something. Embarrassed I escape out of the pub to start on my visiting.

I will go to Lupin's I decide the full moon isn't tell next week so he should be safe and if not I'll be there to keep him in check. I pull out my wand and look nervously around me feeling as if an invisible stare is on my back. I turn and think 'Cokeworth'. The horrid feeling of trying to fit into a small hole or a large man trying to fit in size 6 women's trousers came upon me as I span. Suddenly it stops leaving me breathless. I stop gasping for a few seconds and look up and around the town where Lily, my beloved Lily had grown up all those years ago.

I walk down the lane the blue lake behind me down into the part of Cokeworth I know Moony would be living in. I pass the expensive properties pass my in-laws old house into Spinner's end, the poorest part of Cokeworth. The grotty, broken down houses hardly worth anything stand shabbily in a mismatch row down the street. I walk to the end to the house next to the green forest where I know without ever seeing it before this would be Lupin's house. The windows shattered the door on one hinge with deep claw marks down its left side which had been tried to be covered up by an old holey cloak. I tip toe through the bits of house and torn up ground to the door and softly knock upon the splintering wood. A faint growl came from inside which finally became a voice.

"Who's there?"

"It's me. Sirius."

"Really Padfoot my old friend, Is it really you?"

"It is I Sirius Black often known as Padfoot an animagus into a dog and one of the four founders of the marauders map also the godfather of Harry Potter and this fact is only known by close friends as it could be used as a weapon. I don't know how because I would never let James and Lilly down."

"Good I believe you Padfoot come into my, this house."

I walk into his house picking my way through the paper's that litter the floor as a carpet and sit down opposite Moony on a wooden box.

"So what do you want?"

"Well, do you have any news? And to see you haven't seen you in ages I saw Prongs yesterday. He's fine still a bit grumpy about being trapped inside but getting more hopeful that after time passes security will lessen around them."

"Lessen around them that's only if you give them away to Lord Voldermort! And yes I have some news but not much other than were falling in numbers but gaining a few as Lord Voldermort has killed a member of their family so he's now decided on kill whole families so they can't go to our side. You want some tea?"

"Sure thanks Moony. I'll have to go soon. I want to visit people today and not to be followed and traced to one point for too long."

A rummage from the room next to this one announces that Moony still hadn't finished un-packing his few belongings even though he had been here for nearly a year. I suppose that's because if anybody saw him in this muggle town as a werewolf then he would need to leave pretty quick. I mean who wouldn't call those poleecemen whatever muggle law people to come because a mad bloodthirsty wolf is running around Cokeworth. The footsteps of Moony return crunching on the old newspapers him now holding two cups of steaming tea.

"Sorry I made the tea with tea bags not tea leaves."

"Hey it doesn't matter. At least I don't have bitty tea for when you forget the strainer!"

We laugh I fell sure that Moony would realise that it wasn't Sirius Black one of his best friends sits in front of him just his other best friend James dressed as Sirius. I drain my cup and stand up.

"Well Moony my old friend I better be going people to see. Hope to see you soon. Don't forget to drink your potion tonight its full moon next week."

"And don't I know it."

I turn wave goodbye tiptoe back across the lawn and disapperate into darkness.

My feet stumble a bit as I land at the bottom of Woodland Hill. I am so close now to my beloved daughter I wonder how Minerva took the arrival of her so suddenly dumping my daughter at her door step. She won't know it's me she will think I'm Sirius my daughters Godfather. I wonder what she named my daughter. I walk at a brisk pace up the hill keeping my hood down as muggle passersby's look at me like they'd never seen a person in a grey coat and pink broken bunny slippers walking down the street. That's normal to then right? When I reach 63 Woodland Hilltop I stop and walk down the path to ring the doorknob. I climb the two oak steps away to the big black door with a cat-shaped knocker. As I lift one hand up to knock with the knocker the mouth on the cat knocker opens and says

"Who are you stranger true fully also state how I can trust know you aren't lying?"

I sigh not sure what to say.

Well the truth has to count for something right even if it will make Minerva scowl but surly she will still allow me to see my little daughter.

"I am James Harry Potter. You know I'm not lying because you have my daughter in there in which only four people know about her true past."

The cat looks at me with calculating eyes that seem to be x-raying me quite like Dumbledores piercing blue eyes do. The cat opens her mouth and says

"So what disguise are you using?"

"Polyjuice potion with one of Sirius Black's hairs in it to last a whole day."

After I short time in which it seems to think the cat knocker replies

"Come in."

The door swings open reviling a long corridor with oak panels all around leading to a stair case at the end. A feeling of strong magic washes over me as I step into Minerva McGonagall's house for the first time since my imprisonment from the outside world. The cat speaks to me one last time.

"She's on the second door on the right with her godmother."

I somehow know that this cat isn't talking about Minerva. I walk quickly down the corridor taking long strides until I am level with the second door on the right, I face it take a deep breath turn the brass handle and step inside.

The light from the big glass window blind me as I step into the room, it takes me a moment for my eyes to adjust to let me see within. When they do I see Minerva sat on a green velvet chair with a bundle of blankets on her lap. I stare down at them knowing my daughter is curled up in there. Minerva stands up not saying a word and walks across the room to me. As she does she places the bundle of blankets into my arms, take a step back takes a deep breath as if too calm herself and then do I notice a single tear trickle down her wrinkled face.

"She has your eyes and Lily's hair. Take a look."

I look down still not speaking a word in the blankets lies a small baby girl with my brown eyes and Lily's distinctive ginger hair; my daughter looks up at me smiling like she knows I am her father. I look down at my daughter hoping that the war would end soon so Lily and I could come and see her now and take her away to grow up with us and Harry. Minerva leaves the room probably to let us have some space. I look up for a moment and say to the leaving form of Minerva

"What did you call her? My daughter"

In a voice trying hard not to cry she replies simply.

"Lucy"

Then she leaves the room her black cloak bellowing out behind her as she semi runs from the room in fear of breaking down and bursting into tears. I look back to my daughter and sit down in the green chair that a moment before Minerva sat by the fire place and rock her back and forth on my lap. Wondering what her future would be like, wondering if she and Harry will grow up together when the ministry finally catch Lord Voldermort or the order. Lucy's eyes slowly close and she drifts off to sleep snoring quietly almost musically as she sleeps. I don't know how long I sit there listening to Lucy snore. At sometime Minerva comes in and places a drink in front of me.

The sun moves past the window when Lucy once more moves and I know it's time to go. I place Lucy in the cot across the room where a picture of me and Lily stand holding baby Harry. Tears come to my eyes as I realise I have left them behind not even telling them I was going even if it was for a day, what would I do if something happened!. This is bad idea what if something happens!

With this thought echoing again and again around my head I decide that I have to check on Wormtail now, I can't go back till I know they are safe from the clutches of Lord Voldermort.

I lay Lucy down gently on the soft cot kiss her forehead and turn and walk out of the house not glancing back as I walk down the hill far enough I apparate to Wormtail's house. Nobody's around I double check as I spin around and poof as I apparate into new location.

I stop spinning outside a crumpling house looking misused and empty. A bad feeling enters my stomach as I walk up the weedy path with the only comfit that the dark mark wasn't above the house.

I stand at the end of the path with dread in my heart as I knock on the door. It swings open creaking as I reveals an empty house with no sign of a struggle. I call out Worm tail but there is no answer to it. I know he isn't here. I must get back to Lily, Harry and Sirius they can't die Wormtail must be visiting someone. I hope it isn't Lord Voldermort. It couldn't be, wouldn't be surly he wouldn't betray me his best friend...

Would he?

I hope you liked this chapter. More should be updated soon as now I only have 3 exams left, they are all going to over and done with on Friday so then more free time to hopefully write. :D Chapter 5 is being edited now should be up soon.