Hello again, here is chapter... whatever chapter I'm on! This is probably not so good, but I have done my best without a beta, and I hope you like it. We finally get down to some action, and now we get to see what the Three Kings learned on the streets of Brooklyn.

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Enter Lord Vader- John Williams/ London Symphony Orchestra

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

Did somebody order the London Symphony Orchestra? C'mon, people, somebody ordered the London Symphony ORCHESTRA... possibly while HIGH!

Anyway, this song ties in towards the end of the chapter, where Moldy Wart makes his first appearance as a ghost/unpossessed spirit.

Enjoi.

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"Send them in here, James ordered the nun. "Immediately, do not waste time. Tell them they can see him right now. Whatever you do, do not come with them, you understand? Lead them to the door and get as far away as possible, they are not who they say they are," James explained further, and the nun nodded and left in a brisk walk.

"What is going on, Mr. Potter?" Mother Agnes asked, though James Dean paid her little attention. He watched as his father went about rounding up the other boys in the dormitory, telling them to go with Lily.

"People are here who wish to harm my son. They aren't going to do so."

James marveled at his father's composure, and how when he talked, everyone listened. How when he barked out orders, everyone not just listened, but complied. He wanted to be like that.

"James, you and your friends are going with your mother."

James Dean smiled; as much as he admired it, his father's charisma wasn't going work on him. "Oh, I don't think it's necessary."

James Sr. looked about three seconds from ripping James Dean's head off with his bare hands. "Boy, if you don't-"

"Oh, my son, there you- oh," a woman said. The two James' turned and regarded them, James Sr. looking with rage and James Jr. with utter confusion. How could they look exactly like his mom, dad, and the two men who accompanied him? The woman who looked like his mother lost her smile and got out of her wheelchair, pointing a wand directly at the two of them. "Give me the boy, Potter."

…

Alecto Carrow led her brother Amycus, who was portraying James Potter and the two other Death Eaters impersonators down the hall. The filthy muggle girl dressed in the conservative black dress opened the door and appropriately scampered away, as if she was avoiding plague.

This was the moment. She was going to get the Potters' eldest son, and she and her brother would hold him for ransom; her master's location for the boys life. The Auror's would have no choice, their best agent's son, or the Dark Lord. James Potter would come through, and they would kill both James and his son, and help the Dark Lord reclaim his rightful place. And they would be favored by the Dark Lord, his favorites! They would have their choice of country to rule once he had mastered the world, and Alecto herself had already begun planning how she'd rule Russia.

Rolling into the room, she caught sight of the boy talking to his father. "Oh, my son, there you-oh."

James was talking to his father. This was not how it was supposed to be! Standing from her now useless disguise, she pointed her wand and steadied herself to face destiny.

…

"Like hell," James answered as he tried to pull James Dean closer to him. But James Jr. had jumped to the other side of his bed and was reaching under the mattress. Gripping the hilt of a shank gangbanger gave Travis, he stood. The woman screamed "Avada Kedavra!" and James fell as James Dean remarkably jumped back over the bed and tackled him, causing the spell to fly mere inches over their heads.

Jumping from his father's back to comfront the nearest man, who was an exact replica of the tallest, handsome man named Sirius, he ducked beneath his outstretched wand a gashed the man in the face.

Travis was next to react, charging the woman and sprawling her into the wheelchair. Sirius and the shabby man followed up by ripping him off her and engaging her in a duel, as all hell broke loose.

By now James Sr. had jumped up and was in an all out duel with the shabby man's replica. Beds flew and glass shattered as they sent spell after spell at each other. Watching from under a cot as James's father was in an all out battle, Brian noticed that James Dean had been picked by the throat of the Sirius imposter. Brian cursed as he saw the real Remus and Sirius struggling with the Lily-fake, and, realizing that no one else was going to help, he was going to have to.

The woman's pointy stick had fallen from her grip and had rolled over to the foot of Chris Allen's bed. Coming out of his hiding hole, he half crawled, half sprinted to it and did a rolling jump to the side of the bed as he gripped it. As he did, rogue spell from Fake-Remus's wand coming within a foot of downing him. Eyes wide, he shuddered at how close he came to almost certain death.

As if on cue, the fake Sirius screamed, "You goin' the pay fah' that, you bloo'y little wankeh!"

Shaking off the jitters, he peeked around the corner and noticed that Fake-Sirius was now tightening his grip and had pulled his hand back, ready to punch the living-daylights out James.

"Don't kill him, he has my shank!" Travis shouted from his cot, and this helped Brian steel himself.

'Not gonna happen, bro,' Brian thought ruefully, as he ran and jumped at the tall, handsome imposter. 'So not gonna happen…'

…

Travis had hit the deck as soon as the spells started flying. 'I am not getting paid enough for this!'

Crawling to his cot, he rummaged through his footlocker, looking for his shank. Rummaging desperately, he remembered suddenly that James had a shank that he used against the fake Sirius…

"You goin' the pay fah' that, you bloo'y little wankeh!" The fake Sirius screamed as if on cue.

"Don't kill him, he has my shank!" Travis shouted, hoping to distract him.

"Oh, gee, thanks, Travis!" James managed through his strangle. "I'm getting choked to death and you're worried about a fuc-"

"Oof!" the imposter screamed, as if someone had crashed into him.

Travis immediately stood, seeing Brian with a wand, poking the man's eye. The imposter threw Brian off and screamed as he held his bleeding eye. Travis then noticed that the real Remus had dropped his wand, and made a mad dash to pick it up. Just as he got a grip on it, he felt a tugging around his ankles and was dragged towards the imposter.

"Where do ye think yer goin', wee ickle muggle?" the man sneered. He was no longer gripping his left eye, and it bled profusely alongside the gash across his nose, reminding Travis of a horribly real Hellraiser movie.

"Did you guys understand anything he just said?" James asked sarcastically.

"Not really," Travis responded breathlessly.

"Ye shut yer traps, ye little prats!" the man roared, pointing his wand at the three of them as its tip began to glow a venomous green. Both Travis and Brian pointed their liberated wands at the imposter and he laughed. "Ye seriously think a couple Muggles like ye can use tha' 'gainst meh? Avada-"

"STOP!" Travis bellowed, and the man froze. His eyes bulged in surprise, which was obviously the only body part he could move.

Not picking up on the man's blight, Brian screamed, "GET BACK!" and the man flew through the window, down the two stories and landed with a highly audible THUD. Shocked, James, Brian, and Travis looked between each other and back at the window.

"Dude, how did I do that?"

…

Amycus was more than a little angry. If only his fool of a sister hadn't taken so long choosing what to wear, this whole thing would have been avoided, and they would have had the Potter rat in the bag hours ago.

But no, here he had to go, playing the savior again.

As soon as the fight began, it was clear that Potter and his Auror partner and werewolf friend had been ready for them. It was probably that muggle wench who led them to the hall, yes; she had sold them out…

He had flown back into the hall and had charged up a flight of stairs, coming into the large room directly above the boy's dormitories. Amycus expected an easy way to blow into the room below. He did not expect the girls' dormitory to be the room directly above the boys.

"Excuse me, sir, but are you here to adopt? Mother Agnes never told us anyone was coming today," a girl with curly, golden blonde hair pulled up in pigtails spoke up. Amycus smiled evilly.

"Yes, I am, my darlings," he drawled slowly. "The good mother is a bit busy at the moment, why don't circle me in the center of the room, give me a better look at all of you?"

Oh, this was going to be fun.

…

James spun and twirled in his duel the Death Eater disguised as Remus. The man was good, but James was beginning to wear down the man's stamina, and knew the end was near.

Sirius and Remus had finally incapacitated the female imposter, but couldn't jump in immediately for fear that they'd disturb James and end up getting him killed. Circling around the man, they both waited for a chance to jump in and end the life and death battle.

James blocked curse after curse, jinx after jinx as he fought the man and sent one back for each taken. Finally, the man tried to disarm James with an "Expelliarmus!" James blocked it expertly and threw one right back, catching the man off guard.

Catching his wand in his free hand, James flicked his wrist. "Stupefy!"

The man jerked and plowed into the floor face first, skidding a whole ten feet before finally coming to a stop.

"Nice one, Prongs," Sirius spoke jovially, just before the roof came down around their ears in a chorus of high-pitched, girlish screams.

…

Amycus took little time in doing the spell work necessary to free his comrades and get them on their feet. Quickly grabbing Alecto's bleeding arm, he turned on the spot and disappeared, the Remus imposter quickly following. Appearing outside the orphanage where the Sirius Black impersonator lay, he gripped the man's arm and with a loud crack, he too was gone.

…

Brian spat dust from his mouth and pushed a girl off his back. "Why does stuff like this always happen to us?"

"Because we aren't normal, remember?" Travis retorted as he helped Regina Heifer to her feet. "Jimmy Dean's words, exactly."

"This isn't our normal weird, guys," James spoke breathlessly. Pulling himself out from beneath a fallen girl's cot, he ripped of his torn Jets sweater and wiped the sweat from his face. "Usually, we aren't wizards, my parents are never around, much less have doppelgangers, and Mother Agnes would have had us glued to the altar begging Jesus for forgiveness for messing up the light board."

"True, that," Brian muttered, wiping grime of his shoulders in large puffs of dust.

"Point," Travis conceded. "Counter-point. What really is 'usual' for us? We've always had trouble or something weird happen to us. Remember when Allison Dott grew a rat's tail when we got mad at her for turning us in for the "lye-for-soap incident" of eighty-six?

James and Brian shared a look, they glanced back to Travis. "Point," they conceded. Shaking of more dust, they helped some of the girls out of the wreck and made their way over to Sirius, Remus, and James.

"Well? How did we do?" James Jr. asked pleasantly.

James Sr. had a disturbed look on his face. "They used wands."

"We did?" Brian asked. "That ain't an-everyone-can-do-it thing?"

"Ain't ain't a word and I ain't gonna say it no more," James Dean and Travis sang teasingly, as if they hadn't just fought for their lives.

Brian kicked then in a not-too-discreet discreet manner as James Sr. and Sirius laughed.

"No, Brian, it's not. You're a wizard, like us. Like James," Remus answered, looking at them curiously. "Only a wizard or a witch can use a wand. Curious, though, as you had no training and still used wordless magic so well…"

"Oh, c'mon Moony, lay off the kids, eh mate?" Sirius joked. Gripping James Dean by the shoulders and gave him a hug, he gave him a grin and a nod. "You did good kid. Saved our skins, all three of you. I'd say, that judging by the fact that all three of you are wizards, I'd think it's safe to say that the three of you are coming with us."

"To Britain?" Travis asked quietly, unsure.

"Dude, we could meet Sean Connery!" Brian piped in, oblivious to his friends insecurities.

"And my brother!"

At this, Travis and Brian stared at James blankly. "Well, my mom said I had one…"

"A twin, to be exact. Not identical, though. You look more like your mum," Sirius laughed. "Harry's a daddy's boy."

"Yeah, but Harry never jumped at a full grown man before," James Sr. laughed, but his tone quickly turned serious. "You're only eight, James. You can't be doing these things, no matter how well you handled yourself."

His father's rationality was sound, James decided. "I won't, unless absolutely necessary. Neither will Brian nor Travis, right guys?"

"Yeah, sure," Brian nodded eagerly. "Just get me outta here and don't separate me from my brothers."

"Point taken, sir."

"So you're my dad, and I know my mom, but who are they?" he asked, pointing at Sirius and Remus. "And why did those people look exactly like you?"

"Oh, right, introductions, eh? This," he gestured to the taller, well-dressed man. "Is Sirius Black, and this," he pointed to the shabbier looking guy. "Is Remus Lupin. Both of them are your honorary uncles, Jamie. In fact, Remus is your godfather."

"I have a godfather?" James asked, fighting the urge to impersonate a line from the very same movie. Keeping a straight face, he then asked, "And those people?"

Dark wizards, James. They most likely were dark wizards. There is… magic that allows a witch or wizard to take on the appearance of another human being, but do not worry about it. They're not likely to come back anytime soon."

"Okay."

"Good to see you guys have mended your problems," Lily joked sarcastically, rolling into the dormitory as far as she could, the group of orphan boys following her, all of them looking in shock at what happened to their living space. "What is it with you Potter men having buildings blow apart whenever they get together?"

"Oh, yes, joke about the destruction of the orphanage some more, would you please!" A deep, baritone voice barked. Father Duke had walked in with the children and was now staring madly at the wreckage of the dormitories. His cocoa colored skin had darkened further with rage, and his potbelly jiggled slightly as he stormed forward, running his hands through his short salt and pepper hair. "That is it, Potter! First the sign outside, and now this! I've had enough of you, you hear!?"

Lily intervened quickly, before he could continue. "I'm sorry, sir, but James Dean didn't cause this."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes."

The Father's face flushed even darker than it was as he glared at James, his family, and the friends. "And who did, then, hm?"

"Uh…" James Sr. stuttered as he, Sirius and Remus shifted quietly, at a loss of words.

"We were attacked, Father Duke Sir," Brian explained up quickly, standing up and taking the initiative. "These men and woman came here for James, and these guys came after them, and just attacked. One of them went up to the girls dormitories, and blew the hole in the ceiling."

"Oh, and I'm supposed to-"

"It's true, sir! We all saw it!" Gigi Sheppard, the blonde girl with the pigtails affirmed, crawling over the debris to where the group stood. James, Travis, and Brian gawked. Since when did Gigi, the girl who picked and ratted on them the most, come to their aid? "The man came in, and we asked him if he was going to adopt one of us, and he said yes. He told us to make a circle around us, then he pulled something out of his pocket. Then we all fell down here."

Incensed, but calming down, Duke looked from James, to James Dean, to Gigi. "And what did he look like?"

"Like him," she answered honestly, pointing at James Sr. "Exactly like him."

"So it was you!?"

"No!"

"It wasn't him, he's wearing different clothes! This man wasn't wearing black, he wore a red and blue plaid shirt. And his voice was different. Higher," Gigi was forward and to the point, and Brian was nodding and agreeing to everything she said, doubly affirming it.

"I see," Duke said thoughtfully. "Well, how is this going to be fixed? The Priory does not have the budget-"

"If I may be so bold, sir," James stepped forward, Remus and Sirius standing behind him. He waited for Father Duke to affirm him, which he did with a quiet affirmative. "I'm considerably wealthy, coming from a long, nobility-traced family in Britain. I would gladly offer any monetary amount necessary to aid you in not just repair, but completely rebuilding the Orphanage."

"That is a generous offer, Mr.…?"

"Potter, Father."

Shocked, Father Duke stared at James momentarily as if he'd grown another head. "As generous of an offer that is, Mr. Potter, it is simply too much. You were attacked on our grounds; it is simply a matter of pride that I decline."

"Well, how about this," James offered. He walked over and stood behind James Dean and put his hands on his Travis's shoulders. "You help me re-adopt my son, and to adopt his two friends here quickly, quietly and without too much paperwork for the in-between country regulations and we'll call it even."

"Really?" James Dean asked, looking up at his father questioningly. "But wait, you're a wizard, can't you just fix it yourself?"

James laughed nervously and gave Duke a 'Kids' look and shook his head. "I may be a wizard at wood-working, but I think this'll take a bit more work for just one man, mate."

"What? But-"

"Nonsense, Jim," James said, sounding a little strangled and he squeezed James Dean's shoulder tightly. James Dean got the message: shut up. He even ignored his much-hated nickname.

"So that means we live in a mansion?" Travis asked hopefully, ignoring everything that James and his father had just discussed. Looking between Duke, James Sr., and Lily, he continued. "With like, full workout stuff and everything?"

"All that and more, Travis," Lily affirmed with a smile. "We even have a pool."

"Dude, Father, we gotta get adopted by this guy," Brian muttered longingly. "Just take the money, man."

Father Duke balked at Brian's materialistic attitude, but sighed resignedly. "Yes, yes. Very well, Mr. Potter, I shall prepare the paperwork right away. I trust you have proof that you really are his father?"

"Yes," Lily answered, pulling out a folder from a bag on her wheelchair. "Right here."

…

"You two go on ahead to the good Father's office, Lily. Me and the guys need to talk real quick."

With a small smile, Lily nodded. "No problem. So, Father Duke; how long has the orphanage been running…" Her voice trailed off as she and Duke turned down a hallway and out of sight.

"Are you guys thinking Death Eaters, too?" James asked. He looked between the two and leaned against the wall, waiting for an answer.

"Possibly," Sirius spoke first. "There were a lot of them that fell through the cracks, but still. I don't know, mate."

"I find it improbable. What do they have to gain? Their master is gone, presumed dead, and the Ministry has a no-tolerance for any muggle- or muggle born related hate crimes. And how would a Death Eater find out about James now if they don't have the resources that we and Dumbledore did?"

"I don't know, Moony, I don't know."

James turned and looked out the window, lost in his own thoughts. What in Merlin's beard was going on?

…

Albania, Pindus Mountains

In the deepest, darkest forest of Albania, a chamois munched on a pitifully small berry tree branch, almost completely oblivious that all the berries on the wretched twig had died years ago, and that it was eating nothing more than a dry-rotting toothpick.

It munched, and munched, and munched, but it never felt sharp pricks of wood biting into its rugged gums.

The surrounding trees in the gully had been tainted as well, the leaves for all intents and purposes dead, but still clinging on to their respective limbs, who combined with their gnarling, sickly boughs worked to prevent any sun light from reaching the forest floor. A muggle scientist without a Geiger scope would theorize that the forest was irradiated.

The chamois itself was just as sickly as its surroundings. Ribs protruded from beneath its shabby coat, which was falling away from its body in large, moldy patches. Its rheumy eyes stared blankly at nothing as it chewed its woody meal.

At a snap of a leaf, it turned its head, seemingly coming out of its reverie. Something else was there.

…

For over seven years, the spirit of Lord Voldemort wandered the forest. Restlessly awaiting for the return of his disciples had proved fruitless. The spineless worms had most likely feigned innocence after his blundering downfall, went on to "normal" lives. They would pay for their treachery, he vowed.

And then, a disturbance.

Though physically removed from his own body, the magic that was instilled by his Dark Mark marked his coal-black soul and connected him distantly from his followers. The Carrows were up to something, but they had failed. Pushing his mental capacity to the limit, he tried desperately to find out what they had failed at.

Soon it started coming at him in patches. New York. America. Muggle orphanage. Potter. Potter? No, Potters. The Potters had survived, as had their runts. Found him. Kidnap. Kidnap James Dean Potter! For what, though?

For him, he finally realized. The Carrows wanted to kidnap the lost Potter boy for him. So, not all of his followers had given up on him. Most intriguing…

Feeling the strain of what the magic did to his viper's body, Voldemort continued on his way, for he needed to rest his scaly form.

His spirit living off the sustenance provided by the snake he had possessed, he slithered his way towards the gully he had made his home. Snaking his way to his hiding whole, he spied the goatish antelope and could only think one thing.

'Dinner.'

…

The chamois, alerted to the presence of another animal, deliriously tried to get its bearings on what to do. The fight-flight instinct had died away in its small brain long ago, but it still knew that it was supposed to do it. It turned lethargically and began to stumble away, still chomping its twigs.

At that point in time, the snake in the dead brush and the wolf behind the rock both decided to strike at that opportune time. The snake's fangs buried themselves in the mindless chamois's throat as the feral wolf's fetid canines dug into the flesh of its soft, anemic underbelly.

Both realizing what had happened at the same time, the snake tried to escape before becoming the wolf's side dish.

It's didn't make it back to the bush.

And as the black soul of Lord Voldemort ripped itself from the body of the dyeing snake, all he could of was one thing.

'Dammit.'