Title: I Think…

Sequel to "What Do You Think"

Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciate it. By the way- cckeimig, I actually didn't mess up the order of when Harry's parents come out of the wand. I know that James dies first, which means he should come out second, but in the book he comes out first. It's inconsistent, but true. He even tells Harry "Your mother's coming…" Although thanks for the review anyway.

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Chapter 35: Veritaserum

"It's all right, son, I've got you… come on…hospital wing…"

"But Dumbledore said to stay. Don't go, Harry," Lily said. "Do as Dumbledore says."

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye Moody.

"Oh, it's fine then," James said, sighing in relief.

"You dueled with the Dark Lord?"

"Impressive, no?" Sirius said.

"Why is he calling him the Dark Lord?" Remus asked.

"What's wrong with that?"

"That's what Death Eaters call him. Only Death Eaters."

"Hmmm. Interesting."

"Yes, it is."

"But then – he didn't put my name in the goblet?"

"No," said Moody slowly. "No, he didn't. It was I who did that."

"Huh?" James said, confused. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, what I'm starting to dislike Moody now," Lily answered.

"Tell me he hurt them, Harry…"

"That's sick," Lily said disgusted.

"Very," Sirius agreed.

(After explaining everything he did to help Harry win the Tournament)

"That's…clever," Remus admitted hesitantly.

"It's evil. He should be sent to Azkaban, again, for that," James said.

"I completely agree," Sirius nodded enthusiastically.

"Isn't that harsh?" Lily asked.

James stared at her. "He made sure that our son faced Voldemort unaware and unprepared. He caused Cedric's death and Harry's pain and suffering throughout the year. He follows Voldemort and has probably tortured countless innocent people. What do you think now?"

"That he should be given a kiss."

James looked puzzled.

"By a dementor," she explained.

"I see."

Chapter 36: The Parting of the Ways

It had sucked his soul out through his mouth. He was worse than dead.

"Good," James said viciously. "He deserves it. I don't know why everyone's mad."

"By all accounts, he is no loss!"

"That's right, Fudge. Good man."

"But he cannot now give testimony, Cornelius," said Dumbledore.

"Oh… yeah, well… he still deserved it."

"You've been reading Rita Skeeter, Mr. Fudge," he said quietly.

"Oh, now it makes sense," Sirius said. "This idiot doesn't believe Harry because of some liar."

"I can't believe anyone would actually believe what she says," James fumed.

Chapter 37: The Beginning

"No, you see… Rita Skeeter" – Hermione's voice trembled with quiet triumph – "is an unregistered Animagus. She can turn into a beetle."

"Ooh, scandal," Lily said.

"Ah, so that's how she's been doing it," Remus said pensively. "She's an unregistered animagus."

"I can relate," James said.

Smiling serenely, Hermione placed the beetle back inside her schoolbag.

"Wow, Hermione is amazing," Sirius said, awed.

"Yeah," James agreed.

"Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face."

"Oh, I'd love to see that," Sirius said smiling mischievously.

As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come… and he would have to meet it when it did.

"That's it. It's over," Remus announced.

"Finally," Sirius said. "It's like three in the morning."

"I think Harry did the right thing with the money," James commented.

"Giving it to Fred and George?" Lily asked. "How could that possibly have been the right thing to do?"

"Because he's right, everyone needs a few laughs. And who's better qualified to do that besides the twins?"

"No one," Sirius answered.

"That's right. Plus, Harry doesn't need the money."

"All right, fine. It was an okay thing to do," Lily relented.

"I can't believe Voldemort has returned," Remus said quietly.

"Me neither," James agreed. "It's terrible. I don't know what Harry's going to do. And it sounds like Dumbledore trying to recruit an army to fight him."

"I guess we'll just have to read the next book and find out what happens," Sirius suggested.

"Yeah, I guess we will."

"Although, not tonight. I'm dead tired."

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A/N: That's it. That's the end of the story. GoF has been read by the marauders. Now they're ready to read OoTP. I'm ready to write it. The question is: Are you ready to read it?