I seem to have skipped this chapter. That's what happens when I write two at once! I'm surprised you guys didn't notice that big gap in the story. I'll just add this on now.

(Dumbledore's Office)-

James watched as Sirius entered the office. James gulped; he had hoped the way Sirius had looked in the shack had been his imagination, a trick of light perhaps. But now looking at his friend he looked the same, if not worse, than when he had last seen him. And his eyes, those same eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief, looked so pained, so…so haunted.

He watched as Sirius obediently sat in one of the available chairs and looked from Remus to Dumbledore, a nervous expression on his face. He stood up quickly, forgetting that Remus had asked him to sit not two seconds ago.

"This isn't about my t-" he started, but he was cut off by Dumbledore.

"No, all is fine; you are still a free man. There is just something that you need to see, and I think you might find it quite enjoyable"

Sirius raised an eyebrow at this, "What is it?"

"Remus" said Dumbledore, motioning for Remus to get on with whatever he had planned.

"Remus is what I came here to see?" Sirius asked jokingly.

"No Sirius, you idiot, I'm going to tell you what it is!" Remus sighed and took a step toward Sirius.

Though Sirius could tell Remus was trying to be serious, he could see the faintest trace of a smile on his friend's lips. He relaxed a bit; this was good news.

"Well Sirius, there's this person whom you haven't seen in quit a while…but if you want to see them you have to say 'Abra Kadabra'!" Remus joked, Sirius had always been annoyed at uggle attempts to make up spells.

Sirius rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Oh please Remus, those are muggle magic words, they don't do anything! Who's the surprise guest anyway?" Who would want to see a convicted murderer anyway? News about his earlier trial hadn't yet reached the papers, though it would probably be the front page story tomorrow morning.

"Say it Sirius," said Remus in a mockingly stern voice, "It's the only spell that'll work"

James sniggered from his place in the corner, though Sirius was too busy listening to Remus to notice. It had been James's idea to use 'Abra Kadabra', though it worried him that those words sounded so much like 'Avada Kadavra'. One was a harmless muggle creation, the other the most deadly curse that was ever cast…

James's thoughts were interrupted by Sirius's agitated reply.

"Do I have to Remus"

"Yes"

Sirius sighed exasperatedly, but curiosity was getting the best of him so he gave in, "Abra Kadabra"

James was ready, this was his cue. Taking a deep breathe, he yanked the cloth off of himself, though the effect was somewhat ruined when his foot snagged the cloak and he stumbled to the ground. He stood up and brushed himself up, so much for his entrance. He looked up.

For a moment the whole world seemed to stand still. The silence in the room was deafening as Sirius simply stared at him, a bewildered, shocked expression on his pale face.

Suddenly, he slumped back into the chair. For a moment Remus thought he had fainted, but when he looked at him his eyes were still open, shocked expression still on his face.

He spoke, well at least he tried, what came out sounded more like a choked sob.

"Don't sound so happy to see me," James joked. He realized Sirius probably wasn't in any condition to retort, but it just seemed the thing to do.

Sirius seemed to use all his strength just to talk as his eyes became glazed over with tears, "You're not…you can't be…" he paused and took a deep, shaky breathe, "You're dead"

"Aw, don't get all emotional on me now Padfoot! Thought you were too tough to cry," James replied, unaffected by his friend's condition.

James could tell Sirius thought he was dreaming, there was something in his eyes that told him. Something in those deadened eyes…

Sirius looked to Dumbledore with watery eyes, as though pleading with him to tell him otherwise. To tell him he wasn't dreaming, that his friend was really standing before him…his dead fiend, James Potter.

James sighed, this was going nowhere fast. People were just being so sappy and emotional today. Deciding to use the same, effective tactic he had used on Remus, James transformed.

If he thought the silence was unbearable before, it was nothing compared to that moment. James squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath, waiting for his friend's response. He suddenly felt something heavy hit him, and he crashed to the floor, legs failing madly under his sudden attack.

James looked up into to eyes of an enormous, shaggy black dog. It wagged its tail madly, paws planted firmly on the stag's chest as if to make sure it was real. Suddenly a man took the place of the dog and he straightened up and looked at James, who had taken the place of the stag.

James straightened up too, a bit shaken from his unexpected trip to the floor. He looked at Sirius, who still looked a bit doubtful, but happy nonetheless.

"Prongs," he said a mixture of an exclamation and a question from what James could tell. James smiled inwardly, Prongs gets 'em every time.