The morning after Moody died, James was off, flying to Bulgaria just as he had been instructed. Once there, he was to explain the plan to Princess Idina and enlist her help to set it in motion. The plan began with the secret rescue of Judson, who had finally been captured and sent to Azkaban for crimes against the Empire. Then, the resistance would send a "spy" to Sir Prajottham with information on Judson's whereabouts, (being the ruins of the old Hogwarts school) and thus the target would be lured right into a trap. James would then duel his target, hopefully beating him once and for all.

The plan worked, and a few days after James' arrival in Bulgaria, he, Judson, and Idina found themselves with a few backup wizards hiding in the outskirts of the Hogwarts. Sir Prajottham arrived, as planned, with a small army of Death Eaters, and the battle began instantly. James made an attempt to fight Sir Prajottham, but, having had so little experience in actual dueling, found himself unarmed and cornered almost immediately. Once Sir Prajottham had this advantage, he paused, wand still raised, and began to speak from beneath his shadowy hood.

"You are called James Potter am I correct?" he said in a deep, almost ghost-like voice.

"Yes, I am James Potter, son of the great Harry Potter, the only man ever to survive the killing curse."

At this the man chuckled, but his laugh did not seem humorous, but almost painful, as if the subject at which he laughed was one that brought him great pain. "So Remus has told you of your father then. What did he tell you?"

"Only what I have said, and that you killed him."

At this, the man genuinely laughed, a laugh that was long and icy. "Well, leave it to Remus to try to dress up the truth for you. I did not kill your father, James. I am your father." And before the look of utter shock had even fully formed on James' face, Sir Prajottham had yelled "Sectumsempra" creating a large gash across James' wrist, and had disappeared back toward the battle. Idina, hearing James' scream of pain, had grabbed Judson's arm and dragged him over to their bleeding friend so that she might heal his wrist. Having been followed by a small band of Death Eaters, the trio was forced to retreat into the forest, where they hid in the brush until their attackers gave up and returned to the battle.

With a feeling of relief, Idina sat and began to heal James' wrist, but the relief was in vain, for, as Judson immediately pointed out, a circle of centaurs surrounded them. Having not been informed of the danger of such creatures, James simply stood and politely explained the predicament the resistance was in, and was miraculously able to negotiate with the creatures.

Some time later, the trio emerged from the woods to find that the Death Eaters had exhausted most of their forces, and were already beginning to celebrate their victory. But they stopped dead when they saw the herd of centaurs that the trio brought with them, and surrendered immediately. James left Judson and Idina to gather their captives, and went to find Sir Prajottham.

He didn't need to look far, for the man appeared to have been looking to fight his son again. He got what he wanted, and was this time on the losing end of the battle. When he fell, James saw no need to kick him while he obviously lay dying, and simply went over to lift his father's hood. There he found not a face of horror, but simply the face of a middle-aged man whose only out-of-place feature was the famous lightening bolt shaped scar that adorned the forehead. He looked, then, into his father's eyes for the first time in his life, and saw the pain and regret which had found a home there.

"I'm sorry." the man said, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "You can think what you want of me, but know this: I never intended to help the Dark Lord. But I loved your mother so much…and there was no other way…and yet she still died…you should know that…you and your sister." He had begun to cry by this point, and it was all James could do to understand him, but the last phrase caught his attention.

"Sister? I have no sister."

"You do," he choked out, "Princess Idina. You must tell her also that I am sorry, and that I love her...and that I love you too…and that I hope you two will forgive me…"

"I do." James said sincerely, having seen the truth behind his father's eyes.

"Thank you." the man mouthed, unable to speak, but able to smile for the first time since his youth.

And with that, the Great Harry Potter died.