IamSiriusgrl: Thanx! I am EVIL!

Chapter 26: Crazy

Everyone stared at Harry. James broke the silence, "You can't be serious. Shut up, Sirius." He cut off Sirius' start of the old joke. Harry scowled.

"I'm anything but, James." That settled it. James started walking back toward the hallway, and said, "We have to go look!"

Harry followed, and Hermione whispered in his ear, "Now I know where your hero thing comes from." Harry rolled his eyes and caught up to James.

He'd never thought he would go to- uh, battle (?) with his dad. That was something in his dreams, for Harry. Something that stayed deep under the covers, something that never could have happened.

Another crash brought him out of his reverie. Lily's shriek gave him a shock. She was looking down a side hall, and Hermione seemed to pale by the second as she looked, to.

Harry took a deep breath, and took a look. He saw Death Eaters circling little Peter Pettigrew. He was throwing vases at them, always missing their mark. The small, rat-like boy was tiring rapidly, and Harry didn't want to help him. But Sirius and James already had jumped to their friend's defense. And unless he was to be hated forever by his own father, he had to help.

Harry jumped into the middle of the fray, standing next to his father, back to back.

Sirius was battling fiercely with a manwoman who had his hood down.

Harry yelled, "Accio Wands!" and waved his wand at the three Death Eaters in front of him and James. Their wands flew to his hands, and he threw them on the floor, calling as they fell, "Diffindo!" They each split in two, and the Death Eaters shrieked in protest. Harry smirked, and said, "Furnunculus! Stupefy!" they all fell unconscious, and boils broke out on their bodies. Harry turned and helped James with the five battling him. Harry stunned them all, because James couldn't do anything under silencio charm. James looked to him gratefully, and then Harry tackled him. With a good reason, as two Death Eaters had raised their wands and had them at the back of James' neck. Harry almost got hit by the spell, but all he got was a shake to the shoulder and an itchy spot. Not life-threatening, but it was growing rapidly.

Out of the some 20 Death Eaters that had begun the duel, only about 8 were left. Each grabbed one or two of the injured ones, and opened a passage.

James grunted, for he was under the spell silencio, and Sirius saw which passage they were using. "That's the one that leads to the lake!"

But they were both too tired, and they collapsed onto the floor. Harry saw Ron run off, no doubt to get help.

Hermione was having difficulty breathing, and Lily seemed un-harmed. Though, when her head turned to the side, Harry saw a few cuts and burns. When Lily saw Harry heading over, she waved him over, and called out, "Ron's left to get Professor Dumbledore. Come one, I think she's okay."

Harry knelt by Lily, and began examining her. Hermione grinned, and whispered, "Always knew you're dad would be a hero…" Lily looked at Harry curiously, and Harry shrugged. Of course he understood Hermione perfectly. He shook his head and grabbed Lily's shoulder.

"Let me have a look at that." Harry aid softly, indicating the burns on Lily's face. If possible, they had- spread! She turned and Harry touched various places. When he deemed her okay (for now) she got up and they both supported Hermione.

James rushed to take Lily's place, as she still needed rest, and he got a chance to talk to Harry.

"You saved my life!" He gasped, his voice raspy. Harry nodded.

"You know, James, there are a lot of things wrong with what we did-" Harry was cut off by a bang down the hall. Dumbledore came into the corridor, and Harry felt a surge of unfounded anger. I mean, you'd be angry too if the most powerful man that could have handled most of that situation always had to come late. But Harry forced it down.

"Lily, Hermione, Sirius, and James need to go to the hospital wing!" He called to Madame Corson, and she rushed over. After a quick examination of the others, she turned to him.

"You need to, too!" Harry looked at her, and said, "But I don't! All I have is an itchy spot!" Madame Corson sighed and grabbed the sleeve of his robes, and pushed them up. His arm from the shoulder down to his elbow was red and blotchy. James looked at it, and whistled. "Ouch!" Harry shook his head and shrugged off Madame Corson's arm.

Later, in the hospital wing, Sirius was knocked out by a potion and Lily couldn't talk with a burn mask on her face. Hermione's breathing was normal, and Ron was fine for he had gone for help. James was also knocked out. Harry's blotchy arm was in a weird cast made of a solid jelly-like substance.

"Harry?" Harry heard Hermione's whisper from her bed next to him.

"What's up?" Harry said, simply enough.

"What's up! My god, Harry, what isn't? Peter- we know what he is, and why were the Death Eaters attacking him?" Harry scowled into the darkness. If one of his friends woke up, or even Remus (though he was recovering from the full moon) they would be screwed.

"Okay, it is so confusing. Maybe Peter isn't one of them yet-" Harry was cut off by a gasp. "Hermione? What's wrong?"

"Harry- Peter left with them! Were they just intimidating him, or maybe- oh god. Voldemort knows about you and James playing the hero!" Harry's chest grew tight. Voldemort was the reason for all of this. Peter, James and Lily, the past was so screwed up. Except that the future wasn't much better.

"Harry…" Hermione said weakly.

"Hermione, how will we get back?" Harry asked. Hermione might have a theory. She always did.

"Well, we came here on the train. Maybe we will leave there, too."

"But we left last year, and nothing happened."

"Harry, it's because we hadn't done what is needed to be done. Lily and James, and all of that. And, just a minute, will Fudge think you're crazy if you come back two years late and say you met your parents?" Harry just frowned more deeply.

"Probably. But Dumbledore may have this in a Pensieve. Of course! He can prove it with memory!" Harry could almost see Hermione nodding. But then he heard silence, and knew that their conversation was over.

All this was a weird hallucination, or Harry was really helping the past and present. Maybe he was crazy, but then his two friends would have to be crazy too.h