OK, its been a while...so sorry! But...ok, I have no buts. I was lazy and I haven't written a thing (except and James and Harry ficlet, about some dangerous blocks) and well... I forgot! Lame, I know. But before we go on I will tell you a few things to expect from my fic, and things that will not happen

SPOILERS!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!

Things that will not happen-

James and Lilly do not have any more children (Maybe later? Hmmm...)

Sirius will not get a love interest, unless mysteriously the mood strikes (which I doubt)

Harry is less important to the plot (Ok, I am one of those people that get annoyed when people sorta push Harry into the background, its fine if its your purogitive, but the series is Harry Potter, so in my eyes he's extra special.

Wormtail will be redeemed

...and that is it for now.

Things to expect -

Major look on Harry's life (I have a little drama planned out before the 'Harry moves in with us thing" 'cause, who just lets a thirteen year old switch guardians that easily? Also, James and Lilly somehow will be able to look back on Harry's life.

MAJOR SPOILER! I know JK says its never gonna happen, but Harry is going to form another link between him and his father

Harry gets another pet

P.S. - I'm doing Dumbledore this chapter, if I don't get him right you can brutally squash me with mean words. And Also, if anyone would like to be my beta, email me or comment me and I'll get back to you.

Open Curtain, Begin New Life

AWR

"Let me GO!!!" yelled a very frustrated James Potter. Not even caring about the scene he was making in the middle of Hogsmeade, he tried plowing over his old professor. Apologies could be made later, in his mind, for finding out who that boy was most important.

"Alas, I cannot do that, for doing that could be the endangerment of many." The old wizard said with a quiet, firm voice. " A more important question would be, though, is why you are trying to get a hold of our young Mr. Potter?" Now the pale eyes stared at him, with no familiar twinkle lingering there.

"Wait...what? Mr. Potter?" the words came out breathlessly in James ears, but he didn't care. "What do you mean, Mr. Potter?" the words echoed. Quickly, he tried to quiet his thoughts. Since there were no other pure-blood wizards who had that surname, it must be some new muggle-born that had came to Hogwarts. Yes, that must be it...

" I assume, sadly, that you are either present, or past followers or Lord Voldemort? Pardon my brashness, but time is of the essence, and I must be returning to the school." it was said with such a low tone, that Lilly's indignant snort startled James.

" Of course were not following Voldemort! What on this earth would make you believe that, Professor? Don't you remember us? James and I worked for the Order, Merlin's sake! As if we ever could possibly do such a horrible thing." Lilly breathed out. Momentarily James had forgotten about his wife, but for her cool collect, he was eternaly grateful. An after thought came to Lily's mind and she also added "Professor, how much...ere...how...well, how powerfull... is he?"

At this a spark of interest betrayed the senior's face. But only for a moment, then it was gone.

" I think..." Albus Dumbledore started out cautiously, whether for James and Lily's benefit or his, " should be further discussed at Hogwarts."

-A W R-

As James was escorted onto the Hogwarts grounds, by aurors that were familar, and some not, he stared at the place where some of his best childhood memories had occured. The time when they had fooled Peter into believing DADA was going to be in the Forbidden Forest and consequently having to go into save him from the slimy bog he had gotten himself into, or the very first time he had laid eyes on Lily; sweet nostalgia washed over James. For the first time in a long time, James concluded, he felt like he was going on the right track.

Stepping out of the magiked buggy and helping Lily down, he turned to his old Professor. No matter how nice it was to be at Hogwarts again, it was time to figure out about that mysterious boy, which now James recalled, looked amazingly like him. Something about him had made James migrate to him, and his face was continualy running through his head.

"Professor, what is the point in dragging us here? You have no right to." Lily had beaten him to the punch, which was okay, because he hadn't thought of anything to say. "Not that it isn't nice to see Hogwarts again, but James and I have been away for a long time, and we wish to meat up with some of our most dear friends."

At Lily's words, the spark returned, only this time, he made no movement to hide it.

" If I only beg you to visit me in my office a while, I would feel better obliged to let you move on. Would you humor an old man like myself, and give me a chance to catch up on some of my formal pupils?" Dumbledore questioned. James had a feeling at the bottom of his stomach that the professor was only saying half of what he was meaning to say, or he was lying.

Lily sent a look over at him; the question in her eyes was apparent. James gave a nod before turning back to Dumbledore.

"Sure."

-A W R-

Instead of a satisfactory wimper or something, the famed murderer laughed. Not the exact response Harry had wanted, but the beast inside of him roared out for revenge, and he grasped convulsivily at his wand.

"I...am...going..to...KILL YOU!" the words ground out of Harry's mouth so low that he was sure he had never talked that low before. Good, he thought. Black was going to die a horrible death, and he deserved to be terrified.

Whether it be Harry's suddenly low, growling, rasping voice, or the look of pure hatred contorted in every part of the thirteen year olds frame, his laughter waned.

"Would you, Harry? Without giving me a chance to explain myself?" Black challenged. Now there was spark of fear in his eyes.

"EXPLAIN YOURSELF? EXPLAIN YOURSELF?! WHAT'S THERE TO EXPLAIN!! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS, YOU EVIL-"

"I don't deny it, Harry. I as good as killed them." Black's voice trembled An unknown pain was hidden there. Harry's courage was already fading, he couldn't let the chance go. But as the curse was on his lips, he tried to say it...but he couldn't.

"You don't deny it, eh? You killed my parents, your best friends, sold them to Voldemort, and you think you deserve the right to give some stupid explanation!? I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING YOU'VE GOT TO SAY! ANYTHING!"

"Your right, Harry. You shouldn't either, I am proud that your obviously showing the talent of reading characters." the convict said, almost with an affection, but then sorrow replaced it. "You do know...I am your godfather?"

Harry was loosing his leverage. Sputtering and like a man grasping at straws he tried to string words together. "You..you...don't deserve to be anyone's godgather!" It was the lamest sting Harry had thrown at him, and he started to feel a deep sense of disgust at himself. Disgust for the fact that he didn't have the nerve to kill the man who betrayed his parents; disgust for the fact that Black was getting the better of him.

" Your...right. I don't."

Again, with the sadness, what was with him? He killed his parents, betrayed them to Volemort! It wasn't like he had any feelings...at least not where Harry and his family were concerned...

Sudenly, his wand flew out of his hand. Looking up, he met the eyes of Professor Mcgonagall.

-A W R-

After the Potters situated themselves in the two chairs across from Dumbledore's desk, Dumbledore dismissed the aurors, much to their obvious dislike.

James remembered the walk up from the grounds and into the castle. I mean, he and Lily had gone away for a while, but were people really shocked? Teachers and ghosts, even peeves, had watched with amazed eyes at he and the rest had made their way to Dumbledore's office. One of the reasons they had left - not to have to bear pitying looks.

Suddenly, a bustling Madam Pomprey burst into the room. The school nursemaid hadn't changed much since James had been in school, except with maybe a few more grey strips. But hey, James was getting those too.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir...its just, well...I don't know how to say this, but a few students have reported another missing student, who didn't return with the rest of his class from Hogsmeade."

"Who reported the missing student, Madam Pomfrey?" Albus questioned.

" Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

Dumbledore, looking not at all surprised at the news, nodded wearily to Madam Pomprey and began to give her instructions.

"Have Professor Lupin-"

James, who had just had a lemon drop in his mouth, almost spit it across the room after a violent coughing fit, stared unbelievingly at Dumbledore. "Remus... my Remus? The Remus who checked his homework five times and always made his bed in the morning and layed out his clothes at night, Lupin? You've got to be kidding me...I mean, we all knew he was smart, brilliant, but a teacher?-"

He would have continued, if not for the piercing jab of his oh-so-loving wife in the ribs. Sending her a dirty look, James leaned back in the seat, still perplexed, and popped another lemon drop in his mouth. To him, lemon drops always signified when he was in trouble, which was the only time he was ever in Dumbledore's office. So as he tasted the bitter sweetness, he could not help but feel as if this were the calm before the storm. Like the time a letter was sent home and he was banned from Quidditch a month; or the time his end of term report showed he was failing several classes (not that he wasn't good at them, the animagus thing was much more interesting), this would be no different. Because when in doubt, visiting Dumbledore's office always meant you were leaving in pain.

"Not to be pushy sir," James said,"Is it really Remus?" James was bursting with curiosity, and longing. It had been nearly twelve years since he had seen one of his best friends. The want for friendship had been pushed down, but returning to the Wizarding world had awakened them, and he was feeling unbelievably lonely. How many times did he wish he had Sirius's comforting advice (OK, Sirius could take a couple of classes in that area) or Lupin's listening ear those very first years after Harry had died? Far to many to count. He was now sitting at the end of his seat, as if Mooney would come walking right through the door.

Blimey, was this his lucky dau, 'cause that's exactly what Remus did.

-A W R-

Both Harry, and Sirius, stared at the headmistress.

"Lupin...informed me of a certain map you have in your custody, Potter." her voice sharp. Uh Oh. Not a good tone.

" He also informed me of you seeing a person, who you believed to be dead. Actually, who the whole wizarding community believed to be dead."

" Professor..." Sirius began. Quick as lighting, Minerva's eyes swivelled to her former pupil. "Professor...Pettigrew...I know I don't, please give me a cha-"

"Black, I don't want any excuses; not till you tell me how you escaped, why you betrayed the Potters, and what really happened, on that Halloween night."

-A W R-