A.N: Alright, I'm going to try something, and everyone is going to tell me if its alright. I'm, going to switch to morning and Ryan and Elisabeth's house, and then switch back to night with James and Lily Potter. You tell me if it interrupts the flow to much, okay?
I think I might have spelled Azkaban wrong, if you know the proper spelling that would be helpful, I don't have the third book handy right at the moment.
I updated my LJ; this entry is less pathetic then the first.
Another request: could people give me an idea on how fast they want Harry found. I don't mean age, because I know that already, but do you want him found in the next 5 or 10 chapters. And, what kind of insight do you want into his life with Ryan and Elisabeth; yes he will be stay with them for at least a few years. Make the story all the more emotional and torturing.
Thanks, reviews always help.
Lady Arwen of Rivendell: Your first question I can not answer, thank you for reassuring me you sill enjoy it. No, there will be no tracking charm, not that works anyway.
Athenakitty: Yes, James and Lily are real, and yes they will find Harry. Harry will live with parents, I am not at liberty to name which ones.
Eric2: yes it is much easier when they are on speaking terms.
Wiccan PussyKat: hmm, as of yet you are the most amusing to answer. Hugging might be a bit far in estimations at this point, and a family too, but it will come. Kiddo yes, that will be a heavy issue on every ones minds, huh?
Hehe, I surprise myself. Thank you for the compliment.
It would have been stooped him down to Crabbe's level, huh? No he remembered, but he forgot to use it while there were in the halls.
If I had used anything else to explain it I think it would have ended up being to long, drawn out, and boring. But I remembered muggle borns and Dumbledore sending them letters, and how Hagrid had said that Harry had been on the list since he was born...right I'm rambling again.
Short yes, they seem to be my style for a while. It is much easier to start with a new chapter, it allows you to show other characters reactions to the same thing, if you know what I mean. And I am encouraged, not discouraged by a blank page, strange, eh? I hope this chapter satisfies you in the Harry area.
The search will be starting soon, very. But Lupin and Sirus must meet James and Lily, and they all have to get there wands back. I think by the tenth chapter, sound alright?
Yes I picture Ron as a very loyal friend.
Latin huh, alright here is a basic one. One I learned first. Its a good conversation piece too.
Loqueris Latine?
And another: Aliquis hic loquitur Latine?
Those are simple enough.
Sirus Black had always been someone who had a problem with waiting. He wanted to rush into thing, and Azkaban had help none of this. The mood swings between suddenly depressed to as cheerful as someone with his past could be- did not help the people who dealt with his daily either.
"I want to see him Dumbledore." He said threateningly to the Headmaster, as Remus shook his head in silent disapproval behind him.
Sirus could feel his frustration building; four times Albus had offered him lemon drops, and if he did it again Sirus was going to knock the jar out of the mans hand.
That was not the end of it, the Headmaster had the twinkle in his eyes, and was looking over his half moon spectacles in a humerus way. Which sent the alarms in Sirus's head blaring at there full volume. He was halting Sirus from seeing James because he knew something was going to happen; he was letting something happen.
Sirus often wondered if the Headmaster was entertained by students, because he only seemed to interject if someone was going to surely die....
Yet, if Sirus gazed close enough, that meant taking the time to stand still, he could see the dark clouds drifting in the old mans eyes as well. He was still worried about Harry.
Sirus Black shook his head, forcing his thoughts away from his godson, and onto his now alive father. "Tomorrow, Sirus. In the morning, but not tonight."
Dejectedly, he flopped down on to one of the chairs. Only out of sheer exhaustion was he excepting the Headmasters words. He wanted to say so much to James; wanted to apologize for everything. If Harry died...he didn't know what he would do.
Caring for the child, the hope that one day he would be free, and that Harry had wanted to live with him, had been one of the only things that had kept him going. That he might have had a chance to redeem himself for killing James and Lily. If that hope left...
MCCLAIN'S HOUSE- NEXT MORNING.
Ryan awoke to the soft glow of dawn, as it filtered through the open curtains in the nursery. His chest was heavy, and he went to stretch his arms, but stopped as he heard the soft breathing of the child.
He smiled softly, caressing the boys cheek, only to find that those remarkable green eyes were already open; staring at him in sleepy focus. The baby reached for his face as he realized he was no longer the only awake, and giggled as his hand slid off Ryan's chin.
Slowly Ryan stood from the rocking chair, cradling the child to his chest. As he moved to the crib he hesitated; what had Elisabeth said about children in the morning?
Feeding.
Ryan bounced the child in his arms as he walked to the kitchen. "I suppose its good were already expecting, huh?"
The child did not answer, but Ryan almost thought he understood.
"And, that Elisabeth has already bought everything; I guess she thinks then she can't miscarriage..." Ryan let his voice trail off as he placed the infant in the highchair, and went to the cupboard to get some formula.
If she looses that baby, and then we loose you, Kiddo, I don't know what will happen. But Ryan was sure they wouldn't loose the little boy. He forced himself to measure out the powder, and to place the cold formula into the microwave.
The baby was giggling as brought the bottle over to him, and grabbed at it enthusiastically. Ryan was holding it for the baby, but the child soon swatted away his hand.
"Hey, you can hold it by yourself!" He praised, and realized he was not sure if that was a big step for a one year old, or if he was praising something that was not something special. He continued to grin anyway, laughing as the child offered him some of the milk.
"Oh no, you need that more than me, but thank you very much." The child seemed to consider the words for a moment, then drank the mink.
It was at this time that Ryan realized his wife was watching him from the door frame. The newspaper was already in her hands, and she was already dressed; she had been watching him for a long while.
"I saw you this morning, but I didn't want to wake him." She said, as she noticed his gaze, he nodded turning back to the child. He was attempting to take off his bib, even going as far as to use the bottle as a lever.
It was not working.
HOSPITAL WING- THE NIGHT BEFORE.
Hermione had transformed four books into chairs, and they had sat down- facing each other.
The charm to make the chairs had been easy for Hermione, yet, just as she had found in first year with Quidditch; no spell could have helped the silence that filled the room. Her school grades made it no easier for her to know how to talk to people she had believed dead.
Ron was shifting in his chair, Lily was stacking the remaining books beside her, and James was twiddling his thumbs, grinning at every one else's distress.
"So, anyone play Quidditch?" James asked, grinning even wider, because he could imagine Lily's disapproving frown. Ron seemed to jump on it, and Hermione also seemed to feel as if there was hope in that question.
"Harry got on the Quidditch team in first year, best seeker ever!" Said Ron, and Hermione was beginning to wonder if Ron's impulsiveness had finally found its use. James was smiling proudly, but Lily was groaning.
"How many times has he fallen?" She asked worriedly, glancing over to Hermione. Perhaps she thought the young girl was the least likely to lie.
"Aw, come one Lily, I fell plenty of times. I'm just fine. What I want to know is what house he's in. Your not wearing school robes, but you don't seem much like the Slytherin type." Ron was shaking his head fiercely, waving a dismissive hand.
"Nope Gryffindor, all three of us..." Ron's hand fell limply to his lap, realizing his friend was not there to point to. Lily and Hermione gave him encouraging looks, though Lily's seemed more oblivious; as if she didn't really know why her son was not there.
Shakily, Ron tried to bring up the smile that had been spread broadly across his face before, but it came back small and strained. James even stopped appearing so cheerful, something he seemed good at, and lowered his head staring at his hands. The rooms temperature seemed to drop to zero as James's next words left his lips.
"I tried to stop him, but it was a fools battle, he'd killed so many times he didn't even hesitate as he drew his wand, and he only laughed as the green light..."
