This chapter is dedicated to Potterslittlesister who came such a inspiring review that I just had to write (though I'm supposed to practice on my flute, and clean my room. But who cares about that?)

A great thanks to everyone that's read my fanfiction! (Since I posted last night I got about three hundred hits or so. Thank everyone!) I just wanted to add that I hate the newest version of Word because all the buttons are on completely different places, and I use ten minutes to find each one again! Argh!

I don't own Harry Potter, I supposed. Then I wouldn't have to write Fan fictions about it!

The Mission

"Mary, I think I might be in love," Lily said, looking over at one of her friends. "Finally! I hate seeing Potter's disappointed face every time you reject him." Lily laughed, "oh it's not Potter, though I thought I had fallen for him, but no. It's Black."

"Black? Like in Sirius Black!?" Mary was astounded.

"No, silly. I think I might be in love with his younger brother. We were talking last night, and I just felt... I don't know how to describe it." Lily smiled, just that one smile that showed the world that she was in love.

"you're joking, right!? He's a Slytherin! Besides, how did you meet? The Regulus I know would never approach a muggle born, he keeps his distance. Ten feet away or so might be the closest he's ever been to anyone with "unpure" blood."

Lily just sighed. "I feel like picking petals off a flower!" She cried out and hugged a pillow. "Lily you can't be serious!"

James had started to chew on his nails. Bad habit he'd had when he was about four years old. If I'm busted, they're going to kill me! He thought quite often to himself. The Holiday was the morning after and he just couldn't relax.

He had, of course, informed Hermione and Ron about what Snape'd asked him to do. They both thought it to be the most stupid thing they'd ever heard, and didn't want him to go through with it.

Nevertheless, James'd insisted on them helping him, so they all tried to do so. "You could just knock on the door and tell them what you want." Hermione said for the fifth time. "And risk to get killed? Seriously Hermione, I can't do that."

Ron yawned. They'd been on it for hours. "Why don't you just use floo powder?" He asked while stretching. James thought it through before he grinned, "that's it! Thanks Ron!"

The day after they would be on their way back to London, and James hade his plan ready.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived couldn't sleep. There were so much to think about. Emily's brother for one, and if he'd ever get back to his own time. In short, tonight everything was bothering him! We've all experienced those nights haven't we?

In the end he drifted off into some kind of sleep, but there were only nightmares to come.

James took one more step towards his doom, focused on the words he was going to say. He let go of the powder, and said: "Malfoy Manor". He started to feel the familiar feeling as he spun around in the fireplace.

He was anxious. Very anxious.

He then tumbled out of a large fireplace into a room with heavy furniture. There were shelf upon shelf with books and the room was luckily enough empty. He looked around but no little, red box were to be found in the room.

"As expected," James sighed, "It wouldn't be that easy!"

He opened the door in the other end of the room and entered a long hallway, only lit by candlesticks. There were dark paintings on the wall, and everything seemed to have a gloomy shadow.

"What do I do? What do I do?" he muttered to himself, as he followed the hallway to the right. He tried to open a couple of doors. One lead down a dark stairway, so he closed it again.

Other rooms were locked, or were only spare rooms. (A/N Only makes me think of Narnia and Mr Thumnus)

He finally came to a different room where he started to look for it. Somehow it reminded him of Sirius' father's study. It had the same dark, heavy desk and the same gloomy style hanging over it. A shiver ran through his spine.

There were books lots of books that filled the walls. Dark books full of dark magic. James had to really concentrate not to change the content in them till sweet fairytales about pink ponies.

He approached the tidy desk to see if there were any signs of Snape's red little box anywhere. There weren't as expected.

James sighed, and dropped down in the chair. He started to wonder if the box existed at all.

Sitting behind such a desk made him feel kingly. A good feeling. He looked over all the things laying in front of him on the dark surface of the table. Lots of sheets of paper, The Daily Prophet of today, a candlestick, and... a bottle and a glass.

A bottle of firewhisky to be precise.

James looked at it. It was like it stared back. Or, kind of more like the imperius curse. Or maybe like Alice in Wonderland. It all sums down to the fact that it was saying: "drink me" to James.

It looked so great. He could see it was an old bottle. Older than any of the ones his father had ever laid his hands on. A good year too if he wasn't mistaken, though he might be mistaken, because he was not very familiar with the concept of alcohol.

Maybe he was coming up with these arguments to convince himself to take a sip. Just taste it. No harm could come of that right?

He opened the bottle, poured some of it into the fine wine glass and drank, quite quick. It was like it burned down his throat! An amazing feeling filled him, and he knew he'd have to drink another glass. And another. Then one more.

"Sir, are you still not going to take any affair regarding the matter of James Potter?" Lucius asked his lord. Voldemort the great waved his hand in an elegant matter, just enough to make Malfoy see that he meant no.

"But My Lord, are we to keep him here forever?"

This time Voldemort didn't answer at all. He rose to his feet, and pierced his servant with his eyes. Then he spoke. "I'll kill him myself, if the chance comes, Lucius. But right now he's under the protection of Albus Dumbledore."

Voldemort closed his eyes and recalled the memory of the night when he killed the Potters. Remembering what great power he'd felt when he saw James Potter coming towards him, wandless and unprepared to take him on.

The greatness welling over him, when he could bend the young man down to the ground in total pain by just one flick of his wand, knowing he had all the time in the world to enjoy his own actions towards his final goal, killing Harry Potter.

Harry Potter woke up, suddenly, breathing heavily, recalling the dream. He'd never seen his father twist in pain before. Yes, he'd seen them die, he'd heard his mother scream, but never had he been Voldemort, and never had he done it himself.

What was Voldemort up to?

He closed his eyes for a little while, before he opened them properly. Sirius was sitting by his bed, smiling weakly at him. "I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping I see," he said to Harry.

Harry got up, and sat now with his legs outside the bed, nearly touching the icy floor. "Want to talk about it?" he asked Sirius. "Only if you want to talk about your dream." Harry nodded, he knew it was always important to talk about ones fears, and who was better to tell than Sirius?

Together they went down, and outside in the school park.

"You first," Harry said, and looked at Sirius, who smiled weakly. They started to walk around the lake, which was shining brightly in the moon light.

"I actually dreamed about my father and the first time when he tortured me as a child. I must've been between my first and second grade, because I remember he hated me for being a Gryffindor. He actually used the crucciatus curse on me."

Harry's eyes grew big. Sirius had said it was the first time. Did this mean it'd happened again?

"What about you, Harry? I would've known why James would have nightmares. He usually dreams about losing a quidditch match or waking up looking like Snape."

Harry grinned, but it switched quickly over into seriousness. "I dreamt about Voldemort. He said something about my father, and he recalled the night when my parents were killed. I sort of shared the memory with him."

Harry didn't even remember if he'd told Sirius they were dead back in his own time, but didn't care anymore. He felt a total emptiness fill him. To his surprise Sirius gave him a hug, and then looked him into his eyes. "You've got me, and you've got Remus, alright? You're not alone."

"Thanks Sirius!" Harry said, really meaning it.

"Hey, what are godfathers for? Well, we should head back. I'm starting to smell breakfast, and I'm still in my pyjamas."

Draco Malfoy had decided to mention the Potter thing to his father. He couldn't settle with Snape's words, and needed to tell someone else. He'd just reached his father's office, where there was a high chance he might be. He lifted his fist, knocked three times and entered.

At first, Draco couldn't believe his eyes.

Harry Potter, or was he James Potter, the suspicion only grew by the minute, was dancing around singing his own theme music. (A/N Picture him shouting the Harry Potter theme). Draco closed his eyes, counted to ten, pinched himself hard in his arm and opened them again.

Potter was still there. This wasn't a dream, and he was probably not hallucinating either.

"Potter, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked the other boy with authority in his voice. "Hi, cousin Malfoy! Care for some Fire (hick) whisky?" James, as Draco assumed he was, asked him, taking a few shaky steps towards him.

What should he do?

What should he do? Call for help? No, if any of the maids, house elves or his father came, then what? Would he be blamed? It was probably best to hide Potter, for now. He'd have to send him back home somehow, without anyone noticing.

"Wanna danch?" James asked.

Draco, shook his head in disbelief. "Come on, Lucius, you remember your old pal James, right?" That settled it, he really was James Potter. He really was here too, and worst of all, he was drunk.

Draco could hear his father's heavy steps out in the hall.

When they got out of the great hall after breakfast the quartet was met by around ten big Huflepuff boys and in the lead was Robert White, Emily's brother. They showed the Marauders out of the door and out into the park.

"You're finished, Potter."

Harry looked around at Sirius, Remus and Peter. Sirius was determent but Remus was still pale after the previous full moon, and Peter was trembling. This wasn't going to be a nice fight.

All fourteen boys got their wands out. Sirius was there first, hanging boys upside down in the air already, Remus was also quick, and knew the spells needed to fight. True, he might be against fighting but when you're helping someone it's a different matter.

Harry started to hex people as well, but his main target was Robert. They were duelling to the end it seemed. Harry's teeth got very big, like a rabbits teeth, as Robert friendly pointed out, which earned him a pig's tale.

Harry ended up with rabbit ears that matched his teeth, while the other boy got a pig's snout and became very pink all over, which obviously earned Harry purple hair. At last they managed to disarm each other, both at the same time.

Their wands lay ten meters away from them, but that didn't stop the fight. They ended up in a bloody, muggle styled fist fight. Peter was stunned on the ground, Sirius was, just like Harry, rolling around fist-fighting, and Remus was down on the ground like Peter, unable to get up again.

Harry's nose was bleeding, but he felt like he could do this. They were rolling around on the grass, and Harry noticed Sirius being laid to the ground by two strong Huflepuffs. That meant it was only him and Robert left, right?

Suddenly they'd reached the edge of the lake, and both fell in. Of course, Professor McGonagall came at that precise moment. Harry got up, bleeding badly from his nose, soaking wet and his whole body hurt, including his new rabbit ears, but he had kept his pride!

Twenty girls or so ran over to offer him help and handkerchiefs and giving him his wand. He smiled a sweet "thank you" to them all.

"You, get to the hospital wing!" McGonagall barked to the boys who'd gotten hurt. They got up and went up to the nurse who'd be angry at them for giving her so much work just from a fight. It couldn't be helped.

"I would've expected more from you all!"

Draco managed, just in time, to get James behind one of the book shelves and into a secret passageway. Draco held his hand in front of James' mouth, and begged he'd keep silent. He nearly did.

James was dragged further into the passage and through a portrait out into the hall. Unfortunately for Draco his father had decided to leave his study again and walk down this exact hall, right now!

He stopped to think, and then suddenly realised he'd let go of James. He, on the other hand, was walking towards Draco's father. "Lily?" he called. "Lily is that you?" James could see Mr Malfoy over there, but he obviously mistook him for being Lily. "Do you want to go out with me?"

Well, you couldn't blame him. Lucius Malfoy did have quite long hair!

Luckily the butler just called for Mr Malfoy. "Sir, your guests have arrived. Will you meet them in the living room?" Lucius turned, just as James closed up behind him.

Draco seized the chance to grab him, and lead him back to his own bedroom.

He would need to find a spell that would get Potter sober. He had to find one. Draco closed his door properly and went over to his book shelf (A/N: I feel so sorry for Draco. He can't just google what he wants to find. He has to search through books! I always google my spells!)

At last Draco saw something that might work. He cast the spell on James, who'd been singing the whole time. Suddenly James fell to the floor, sleeping very heavily.

A sharp knock on the door made Draco jump out in surprise. "Young master, dinner."

He had to leave the sleeping Potter like this in his room. Draco entered the dining hall were his aunt Bellatrix, uncle Rudolphus and the families of Crab and Goyle were already sitting. Draco slide down into his seat, listening to the conversation going on.

Mary, Lily's friend was walking around day dreaming as usual about cute boys. Potter was destined for Lily but Sirius was not. He was her perfect prince in every way.

Somehow she thought he might be a prince from the past coming to this time to find true love, or escape a faith worse than death. He had probably got ten servants, a white horse, a big house, lots of money, and if she'd just marry him, she would be a real lady!

"Mary! Mary!" Lily was shaking her.

"What!?" Mary was a bit tense. Lily had, after all, woken her from her perfect daydream! Lily looked at her. "First thing, you were talking out loud to yourself, and secondly your prince charming just ended up in the hospital wing after being involved in a fight.

Mary rose to her feet, obviously already headed out to find her prince. Lily caught up with her and started to share her plans with her friend.

"Mary, I want to help Regulus! I want to go home to him during the break, and talk to his parents. At least seeing how he's treated. I want to help!"

"Lils, you might get killed, right?" Mary looked serious as she said this. Scary serious.

"I won't get killed, Mary. I'll come up with a plan. Whatever it takes!"

"Sirius?" James called through the darkness. Where the hell was he? He could suddenly see Sirius, hugging a boy who looked just like James himself, in an fatherly way. Seeing them walk around the lake. Hearing them laugh. Why weren't he there? Where was he? He could become a philosofe with all these questions!

Suddenly the scene in fron of him changed.

This time it was one of his own memories. He was lifting Snape up in the air. Making fun out of him, taunting him. He tried to impress Evans, he was being himself. James bit his lip. 'Wonder if I can help being like that?' he thought. Maybe it's my form of a protecting shield?

Someting pushed him with full force down in the deep. He would drown, surely! There were no escaping death now.

James woke up, all confused. Where was he?

He looked around. This place was strangely unfamiliar to him. He went out the door, down some halls, and decided to try this door to his right. It smelt good. Sirius would probably have agreed by saying something along the lines of: "Always follow your nose." Was it a good idea? He tried to open the door carefully but the after effects of the alcohol were still there, and he stumbled into the room.

There were, of course a lot of people present in the room.

Many people James only knew as: death eaters!

Lucius Malfoy grinned. One thing was certain, Potter was no longer under the protection of Albus Dumbledore!

Dun Dun Duuuuuuun

(OkayOkay, a little cliffhanger, right? A small one?)

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