It seemed like no time indeed had passed when Harry and Sirius packed up their belongings. They had thoroughly enjoyed their stay in the city. But the Easter break was almost over.

Harry drove to the airport and Sirius talked to him all the while. Harry kept his eyes on the road, not wanting to respond to the topic.

"About your father Harry." Sirius said. "I don't want you to run out and try to save him-"

Harry grunted loudly to let Sirius know that the idea hadn't entered his mind.

"Because Voldemort is strong."

"I know that."

"He's dangerous. I know you can be dangerous too- but don't do anything dumb." Sirius waited for Harry to reply with something pert but he didn't so he continued. "And stop thinking it's your duty to kill Voldemort. Leave him to the trained professionals."

"Sirius, I'm going to remind you that I don't purposely meet up with him." Harry said.

"I know." Sirius said and sighed. "But I'm just worried about you."

"Don't be, I won't be disappearing any time soon."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't." Harry said with a shrug.

"And when he comes back, Harry, I want you too make an effort to be pleasant."

Harry said nothing.

"He's your father."

"I know that."

"You should treat him like-"

"The scum he is?"

"Harry!"

"What?"

"That was cold."

"Don't get me started."

"Take a left here. We need to return the car."

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Sirius and Harry walked into the airport and quickly found the coffee shop they wanted. The stood by the fire, the Muggles all completely oblivious to them and threw the Floo Powder into the fire.

Nobody noticed the fire turning bright green. Harry figured that the Muggles couldn't see the fireplace.

"I'll see you soon Harry." Sirius said and gave him a hug.

"You've not coming back with me?"

"I cant." Sirius said.

"Okay." Harry said, his heart sinking a little bit. Harry hugged him once more and walked into the fire coughing out "Zonko's!"

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It was nighttime in Hogsmeade. Harry was thinking about the 'Floo' lag he would be having as he headed out of the small town and up to Hogwarts. There was no teacher to escort him up there, but Harry was pleased to find a horseless carriage waiting to take him up the hill.

Without a second thought he opened the door and got in. The carriage was not a comfortable one. He looked around it. The window over the door- had bars on it. The seat was hard like stone and- was that hay on the floor? The walls concealing him were gray.

Something was very wrong.

Something moved in the hay. Harry looked closer and saw two shoes. His eyes lifted from the floor. There was now a man sitting across the way from him - and it was James.

Harry stood up and went to the door. He grabbed the knob and tried to twist it to get the door open. "Let me out!" Harry screamed. "Let me out!"

He watched in horror as the knob melted away and the door became iron.

There was no longer the sound of wheels on unpaved roads. The only noise was Harry's shouts.

A quiet voice startled him.

"It's no use Harry." The voice said, "you'd better come sit down."

Harry did as he was told, melting onto the bench. He put his head in his hands muttering, "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

"You aren't stupid."

Harry jumped slightly. He'd forgotten about James.

"Yes, I am." Harry said. "I always get myself into these situations! God damn it…."

"Don't curse." James said, "There's no point."

"Piss off." Harry said. "I need to think."

"Okay."

"We must be in his house." Harry muttered. "I know it."

"Whose house?"

"Tom Riddle's."

"Voldemort's house?"

"No, Voldemort's father's house. I've been here before." Harry said. "Never inside though."

"I'm confused." James said.

Harry said nothing, but kept mumbling to himself.

"Harry." James said. "Have you noticed who you're with here?"

"Yes I noticed you, yes, I see that your disguise is gone and no, I don't care." Harry said quickly. "Now stop thinking about your being a failure as a father and come over here and help me melt these bars."

James jumped up. "Harry don't touch those!"

Too late. He touched the furthest most bar and a huge shock went through his body. Harry fell to the floor.

He was woken up to somebody shaking him.

"Are you okay?"

"Bloody hell, that was unexpected."

James smiled weakly and let go of Harry.

"Okay. The little known thing about jail cells is that there is always a fake bar."

"There is?"

"There is." Harry said. "I've seen it in enough movies to know it's true."

"What are you planning?"

"An escape."

"Oh god."

So Harry tapped every bar with his finger and passed out with every shock. Finally he was at the last bar.

"And by process of elimination, this is the fake bar." Harry tapped it. It shocked him but it wasn't a big shock. More like the kind of shock that you get if you've been running around with socked feet on carpet and then touching a door handle. "See?" Harry said.

James looked at him. "I don't know whether you are really smart, or if you watch to much T.V."

Harry said nothing to this. He took out his wand and muttered something. A little flame came out the tip of his wand. He moved it onto the bar. It started turning red.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

"Oh!" James said. He grabbed Harry and pulled him away from the door. "The guards!"

A tall man walked in front of their cell. He looked in. Harry bit his lip, trying not to let out the scream of pain from his scar.

"Ah Harry." Came the cold voice. "It seems you are finally here."

Harry nodded.

"You'll have to speak up boy." Voldemort said. "I can't hear you."

"Get a hearing aid." Harry winced.

Voldemort looked at him. "Care to repeat that?"

"Forget it." Harry said. "I forgot how incompetent you are."

"Big words for such a small boy." Voldemort said. "Crucio!"

Harry hadnt noticed the wand pointing at him during this conversation. He flew to the floor in a whir of pain, but he refused to cry out and bit his lip. James was yelling something at Voldemort. James then grabbed his own wand and shouted "FINITE INCANTATIATEM!"

The curse was thrown off of Harry and he stood up, trembling. His lip was bleeding and it hurt when he said, "That one's getting old, you know?"

"I've had enough of your lip, boy!" (No pun intended) Voldemort said. "I'll have an audience with you tomorrow."

And with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

"Audience?" Harry yelled through the bars. "Does this mean I have to sing?"

James watched as the boy, who was completely strong five seconds ago began to shake with held in sobs.

"What is it?" James asked, a little uncomfortable.

"My- my lip." Harry said. "It's - it's-"

"Lumos." James said. His wand lit up. "Show it to me."

He directed the light on Harry and gasped. He had bit right through his lower lip.

"Harry, please try to hold still, I might be able to fix it." James said. Harry took a deep breath to try and calm down. "Now this may hurt a little…"

James touched his wand to Harry's lip and quickly muttered something. Harry yelled out. It hurt more than a little, but after a few seconds; it was back to normal. (The lip, not the hurt.)

"Um." Harry said. "Thanks."

"No- no problem."

They retreated to their own corners of their cell. Harry lay out on the hard thing that was supposed to be a bed. He fell asleep after a while, but only to have nightmares. He tossed and turned all night muttering things like 'No! Cedric!' and 'Justin, be careful around greenhouses.'

James listened to it all in horror. He never realized that Harry did have a right to be crabby and mean until now. He had never quite understood the things that had happened in Harry's life. But he never thought about the fact that Harry had been nearly killed annually for the last 4 years.

Suddenly Harry yelled and sat up strait in the "bed".

"Are you okay?"

"Voldemort- he's going to get a hold of Dumbledore tomorrow. He's going to come and get me and-" Harry went pale and ran over to the urinal and threw up. "I've got to get out of here."

"What- what's going to happen?"

"Nobody's gonna die." Harry said. "Tomorrow at least. But it's starting. The war is starting."

"What war?"

"The war between good and evil." Harry said. "And he's starting it off by- by-"

"By what?" James asked, dreading the answer.

"By killing me." Harry whispered.



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