(A/N: Once again, this is where Prong's idea really comes into play. It is somewhat like his/her story, I confess.)

JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista, Julia, Amaia, some chick named Vanessa and the dream...
Chapter 11: Prongs

Thursday before the Quidditch match…

"I think its terrible that we had to leave Hogwarts," Sirius moaned, taking another sip of his tea and reading the daily prophet in front of him. "It seems as though Dumbledore is up to something."

"Well…granted whatever it is, it should be interesting," Lupin reassured Sirius, taking another bite of his toast and setting it down on the table. The storm that had begun during the night had become noisey and windy, not to mention the amount of rain hitting the roof with brute force. Lupin shook his head as he looked out the window. "I am surprised we are still sitting in here."

"Seriously, we might be blown away any-," Sirius stopped. There was a small knock against the door. "Did you hear it?"

"Probably a basket or something outside," Lupin shrugged.

The tap continued again with more force.

"I think someone is outside," Sirius whispered, standing up slowly. "Check it out, will you Moony?"

"Padfoot, I swear, you are a little kid," Lupin laughed standing from the table and crossing the room towards the door. He unclicked the lock and turned the doorknob.

"Oh…no…this…no…," Lupin shrieked, turning a ghastly pale and backing away from the frame.

"Nice try old Moony, you can sit down now," Sirius chuckled, resuming the cross word.

"No! No…padfoot, come help me," Lupin said, the color still draining from his cheeks.

"Oh, allright, I'll play along. OH GOD!" Sirius screamed, finally seeing what Lupin had found. Laying on the front porch was a body, badly bruised and rather scruffy looking.

"The poor guy," Lupin said, taking an arm and helping Sirius drag the man inside. "Let's put him on a bed in here."

They dragged the man, face down into lupin's study and laid him on the bed.

"Turn him over and I'll clean him up," Sirius said leaving the room for some bandages. Lupin carefully took the man's shoulder and turned him over.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS! SIRIUS!" Lupin bellowed, nearly fainting to the floor. Sirius came sprinting back into the room, his arms laden with bandages.

"what's-," Sirius began, yet fainted to the floor at the sight of James Potter.

***
Clicking. Why am I hearing clicking? James Potter said to himself. He had no recollection of where he was or what he was doing, but all he knew was that he had to find Sirius and Remus. James slowly opened his eyes and nearly cried with delight.

"Padfoot," James gasped. His throat was closed and he had trouble breathing.

The dark gangly figure's face burst into a broad grin while to James' left another figure with greyish-brown hair chuckled.

"Moony," James said happily as the room spun into focus. "I've been looking all over for you two."

Sirius took James' hand and patted his arm. "We though we lost you, prongs."

James managed a small laugh because his head still hurt from the death eater he ran into, without a wand.

"Where am I?" James said, struggling to sit up.

"My shack," Lupin said, taking more water into a sponge and cleaning James' face.

"Where did you come from, James?" Sirius asked, cleaning a wound above James' eye.

"Well…let's see here. I know for one thing I landed in muggle London. I had no wand, and I had no clue where or what I was doing there. So…I apparated to here," James said to a nodding Lupin and Sirius. "Then, a death eater found me. I don't know how I got away, but I did and I found your house. The rest you all know, not me."

Sirius smirked while Lupin shook his head.

"Where…where's Lily?" James asked, a stoney look coming over his face. Lupin and Sirius immedeatly became quiet and looked down in their laps. "She's…she's…"

"No! No, we actually don't know where she is if what happened to you has happened to her," Sirius said quickly, pushing his hand against James' chest to prevent him from sitting up.

"Well…what about Harry?" James said quietly, looking at his friends' faces for support. Lupin and Sirius' faces lit up, and Sirius nearly burst with information.

"He's been alive for the past 15 years…Voldie couldn't kill him," Lupin said happily. "He…however…went to live with Vernon and Petunia."

James' face looked murderous. "Why didn't he go and live with Sirius? His own Godfather?"

"Well, he could have lived with me in Azkaban, I suppose," Sirius said thoughtfully amidst a gasp from James.

"You didn't! Why?" James sputtered, not being able to control himself. Sirius and Lupin went on to tell James how Dumbledore had testified that Sirius was the Potter's secret keeper and how Peter had given away their whereabouts. Then Voldie tried to kill Harry and was unsucessful. Then Sirius caught up with Peter and Peter killed 13 people and blamed it on Sirius.

"NO! I refuse to think…" James yelled, banging his fist on the bed.

"It's all right. Justice has been served, I'm free now," Sirius said quietly, trying to calm James down. "Peter was administered the dementor's kiss last year."

James nodded his head and went back to smiling. "Tell me about Harry."

Sirius and Lupin told how Harry had been in Gryffindor, how he had his mother's eyes and looked exactly like James. "He is even a bit of a prankster, yet not as bad as we were."

"He's got a patronous that strangely looks like you when you transformed into prongs," Lupin said proudly, clasping James' shoulder.

"Even plays quidditch. Better flyer than you were," Sirius laughed, dodging a punch from James.

"Speaking of quidditch, we must head back to see the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match. Harry is the seeker and captain," Lupin said, rising from the bed. "For now, I'll write to Dumbledore."

As Lupin left the room, silent tears began to fall down James' face.

"I can't believe I wasn't there to watch him grow up," James murmured, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I wanted to be there so bad."

Sirius wrapped his arms around James in a large hug. "We'll make it right, James. Don't Worry."

***

Friday before the quidditch match…

"All right, Harry sent us his invisibility cloak…thank god he doesn't ask a lot of questions," Sirius said giddily, throwing the cloak over James. "And the dear boy sent us the Marauders Map."

James took the map from Sirius' hands and examined it closely. He then took the wand that Sirius had returned to him and tapped it. "I, James Potter, supreme prankster of Hogwarts, command the to speak to me."

Veins of black ink began to form across the paper as soon as James touched it. His face lit up as he carefully read the words and laughed.

King Prongs, ruler of Pranksters, commends you for your excellence

Prince Padfoot, second priest of Pranksters, awards you for your nobleness with a bag of dungbombs

Knight Moony demands to know where the hell you've been

Wormtail has no comment

Sirius laughed at the last statement and took the map back from James, who was now exploring the outside world from his cloak.

"How did he get it?" came James' voice from the farside of the driveway into Lupin's house. "How did he get my cloak?"

"Dumbledore," Sirius said, packing the last bag into the trunk of the ministry car. "We're off you two, if you don't mind."

Lupin and James climbed into the car and they took off.

"Adios, house," Sirius laughed, taking flight up into the sky.

***

That evening…

"Hermione, Ron, I believe you both should come with me, whether not you are looking for Harry doesn't matter," McGonagall said sternly, leading Ron and Hermione into the stone gargoyle that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office. After entering and sitting, the silence seemed to pierce the office, which held lupin, Sirius, James who was still under the invisibility cloak, Snape and Karista.

"What is this about, professor?" Karista asked, looking very tired.

Dumbledore's smile grew larger and he started humming. Then, finally he stopped.

"I'm sorry. I am a bit…happy at the moment," Dumbledore said, glancing over at the spot he suspected James to be standing. "Very well then. Ron, Hermione, you remember hearing about Bertha Jorkins and a groundskeeper for the Riddle home coming back to life? Reappearing out of nowhere?"

Hermione and Ron shook their heads while Karista gasped.

"Professor, is it…has he…" Karista stuttered, her smile taking up her whole face.

"Yes…I believe then that we should provide some…evidence," Dumbledore chuckled standing from his seat. "James, if you would please take off that admirable cloak and meet Harry's friends."

A slivery cloak dropped to the floor amidst gasps from Karista, Ron, Hermione and McGonagall. Snape simply stared maliciously at the double of Harry standing before him.

"Wow…you look…you look just like him," Ron murmured, an awed look on his face. "Remarkable."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," James said happily, extending his hand to Hermione, Ron and Karista who in turn shook it.

"Ron and Hermione are his best friends," Sirius began, yet he stopped at the mention of Karista, where he started blushing furiously.

"And what about Karista?" James asked, causing Ron, Hermione, Lupin and Sirius to break into giggles.

"Um…I'm…his…girlfriend," Karista said quietly, her smile growing wider than it was already.

James stood placid. "Girlfriend? Harry has a girlfriend, and you two numb skulls didn't tell me?"

Lupin and Sirius looked almost as they were about to be mauled.

"Thought it better you found out yourself," Sirius mumbled, sitting back down in his chair.

"That doesn't matter now, though. We must find a way to break this to Harry without making it as though it is a joke," Dumbledore said, an amused expression on his face at the looks James was giving Sirius and Lupin.

"I know…after the Quidditch match…Slythering versus Gryffindor. He should already be in good spirits by that time," Karista said happily amidst a glare from Snape.

"Yeah, any sooner than that and he'll be toast," Ron assented, still staring bewildedly at James. "Best after the game."

"For now, James can stay with me," Sirius added. "With the cloak, of course."

Everyone nodded their assent as Karista stood to leave.

"Not a word," she said sliently, a mischievious grin on her face. She then exited with Ron and Hermione who were beyond words themselves.