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Authors Notes: Well, here's chapter two. I'm so glad that you liked chapter one. Please review.
-Chapter Two-
When Sirius and Remus came down from the boys dorms later that morning, James told them about his talk with Harry.
"I just couldn't stop telling him," James said. "It's as though he put a spell on me. But he couldn't have, I didn't see his wand."
"Maybe he doesn't need his wand." Remus suggested. "If I hadn't met him on the Express, I would've thought that he was too high in the clouds for his own good after I heard what he was doing."
"I wish we had him as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher instead of Chipfluff. I don't think that the woman does anything else than looking at herself in the mirror." Sirius said.
"Remember when she came with the pixies?" James asked as they left the common room, heading towards the Great Hall. "The whole class got panic when she couldn't catch them again. In the end someone was smart enough to get Professor Dumbledore."
"You mean I was smart enough to get Dumbledore," Remus corrected. "And, if I remember correctly, Sirius used the occasion to conjure and throw a fruitcake at Snape."
"Well, he did wash his hair after that." Sirius defended himself as they entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
The Great Hall was filled with students. James looked around for Harry but couldn't find him or the Headmaster. The teacher table was almost empty except Chipfluff, the new Divination teacher named Trelawney, and merry, little Professor Flitwick.
The little Charms Professor was unfortunate enough to be sitting between the two female Professors and was bombarded with questions and conversations that he had no clue about.
"Poor Flitwick," Remus said. "One of them is bad enough, but two?"
"If he survives them, I'll give him one galleon."
"I'm surprised that you have one galleon, Black." Snape's voice came from behind them.
The whole Gryffindor table went quiet and turned to glare at the Slytherin.
"Snape, please, be kind enough to relieve us of your greasy presence before I loose my patience with you." Sirius growled.
"Now, I'm really scared." Snape said in a boring tone and the Slytherin's around him snickered. "Tell me Black, from whom did you have to steal the galleon from, hmmm?"
That did it. The whole Gryffindor table jumped up and attacked the group of Slytherins. When the rest of the Slytherins saw this they quickly came to aid. Some of the Slytherins used this opportunity to attack a few people from the other two houses and in the end it was very house for themselves.
The three terrified teachers could only watch as the whole thing developed into a full war. Hexes were flying here and there, and everything that could be used, was used. The house tables were turned and were used as shields.
Suddenly not one student in the Great Hall could move. They were parted by magic to their own house and the tables were put back to their place. A presence by the great doors to the Hall made everyone look that way.
Harry was standing there, glaring at everyone. He walked into the middle of the Great Hall, stopped and turned to look at the students. Everyone shuddered under his gaze, even the three stunned teachers.
"Anyone care to explain this?" Harry asked. His voice was barely more than a deadly, cold whisper that demanded everyone's attention, and got it. "Someone better start talking or you are going to be like this for a very long time."
"I-it was the S-Slytherin's," a small Hufflepuff said.
"Who, to be precise?"
"Snape provoked Black." An older Hufflepuff said.
"Trust the Hufflepuff's to keep to the truth," Harry muttered. He took out his wand and flickered it. He really didn't need but it was better to keep up the act. "Carriamus," he whispered quietly and Snape and Black where brought forward. "Now, what exactly happened?" Sirius started to tell and the other boy couldn't do anything but agree. They couldn't lie in front of him. Something about the colour of his unnaturally green, glowing eyes unnerved them. "Very well," Harry said when Sirius was finished. "I'll talk to Dumbledore about this."
Suddenly James realised that he could move again. He saw Harry walking towards a wounded student and followed. A still shaken Sirius and a nervous Remus joined him on the way.
"Uh... Harry? Is there anything we could do to help?" Remus asked.
"The more the merrier." Harry said and suddenly the aura of danger was gone from him.
The three friends watched as Harry kneeled next to a bleeding Ravenclaw and put his hand on the girls shoulder. Their mouths dropped open as Harry's arm began to glow in a bright golden light. A few minutes later the Ravenclaw was up and running to her common room. James, Sirius and Remus turned to Harry, staring.
The man just smiled and sent them around the Great Hall to look for badly wounded people and bring them to him.
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A few nights later Sirius got a note telling him that he and Snape would be helping Filch with keeping the castle in shape after classes.
"How long is the detention?" James asked.
"Oh, about two months or so. I deserved to have gotten a longer one, but still..." Sirius left the line hanging in the air.
"So James, when's your first lesson with Harry?" Remus asked looking up from his homework.
James had gotten a note from Harry a few days earlier telling the date and place.
"Good you reminded me! I'm supposed to meet him tonight at the Quidditch pitch at eight."
"It's 19.45 now." Remus said checking his watch. "You better hurry up if you don't want to be late."
"Thanks," James replied and closed the portrait after him.
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When he reached the pitch James thought Harry was late, then he looked up into the air. Harry was flying on a broom, doing all kinds of difficult flips, loops, 90 degree dives, up-side-downs and others that James had never seen. And everything at a great speed that didn't seem possible. The man reminded James of a lightning bolt.
"Holy Shit!" James whispered to himself.
Harry landed, transfigured the broom back into a twig and threw it away. Then he turned around and looked right at the spot where James was hiding.
"You can come out James," he said. The teenager came out a bit nervous. "Don't worry James, I'm not going to eat you."
"You were very good up there," James commented. "You must have been a good Seeker."
"Thanks, that's what my team mates said. You know, we only lost one game."
"Only one game?! Damn! Boy, if Sirius could fly like that...Why did you lose?" James asked, impressed. There was more to Harry than he had thought.
"There were Dementors on the school grounds." Harry didn't say anything else about it and James didn't ask.
"So, what are you going to teach me?"
"The Patronus Charm," Harry replied. "I know you have done it once or twice in Charms class and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but what's it good to you if you can't do it properly? Now, this charm is ridiculously difficult and no one expect you to manage it on your first try, so don't push yourself more than necessary."
"What is going to act like a Dementor? You haven't brought one onto the school grounds, have you?" James asked.
"Don't worry, I haven't. Dumbledore would've had my head for that. No, we're going to use a Boggart. I found one in Chipfluff's office among her cosmetics; and, between us, that says quite a lot." Harry let James finish laughing before he continued. "You remember that you have to think of something happy? Good. Also, if you have no happy memories you can make one up, but that's extremely difficult."
"Why is it difficult?" James asked. He had already learned more from Harry than Chipfluff and Flitwick put together about this charm.
"You have to imagine the place, the smells, the sounds, the shadows, the lights and lots of other things. If you decide to make it an outdoor-scene, like camping, you have to make the leaves blow and the wind go in the right direction. There's hundreds of little things that could go wrong." Harry said while conjuring up a crate. The box began to jump up and down at once. "Do you remember the incantation?"
"Isn't it Experto-something?" James asked. He wanted to get on with it.
"Almost. It's 'Expecto Patronum'." Harry said. James repeated the words a few times then nodded to Harry. "Ready. Set... GO!" Harry flickered his wand an the crate sprung open.
James had seen Dementor's a few times before, but always at a distance. The thing that came out of the crate gave him goose bumps. The sickly green hands belonged more to a drowned man than on anything else. It lifted them up to it's hood while it was walking towards him. James was beginning to hear his fathers voice in his head, telling him to hide. His mothers voice screaming, full of terror. The Dementor stopped a few feet from him, took down its hood and everything went black.
Someone was slapping him lightly and calling his name. James cracked one eyelid open but closed it again. He really didn't want to get up. He could hear paper being torn and then a wonderful smell came from under his nose. He opened his eyes and saw Harry sitting on his heels beside him holding a Chocolate Frog under his nose. The Frog tried to get away again and again but Harry stuffed it into James' mouth the second the teenager opened it.
"What was that for?" James asked after having swallowed the Frog.
"Chocolate helps after a meeting with a Dementor." Harry said simply. "You gave me a fright there kid." Harry handed him another Frog. "Here."
"What happened?" James asked after the third Frog.
"Exactly what happens to everyone at their first try." Harry answered patiently. "You blacked out. But that's alright. We'll just do this over and over again until it's like second nature to you." James shivered at the thought of hearing his fathers death one more time. Harry noticed and got a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I hear them. Him." James replied quietly. "I hear everything that happened when my father was murdered." There was a long pause. "I can't do it again."
"You sure?" James nodded. "What if I tell you what I hear and join you this time? Will that make you feel better?" The Gryffindor looked at him for a while then nodded again. "Very well. I hear my parents being murdered by Voldemort. The last minutes of their lives and I see the green flash of the 'Avada Kadavra' that kills them." James looked at Harry. The other was looking at the velvet sky and seemed to be remembering something. There was a sad look on his face when he turned to James. "Ready to give it another shot?"
The two of them stood and faced the bouncing crate. Harry looked at James then flickered his wand, the box flew open and the Dementor came again.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry didn't waste any time performing the charm. A white royal stag came out of his wand, looked around a bit, spotted the Dementor and attacked. James could hear that the screams in his head softened. "Come on." Harry was beside him.
"Expecto Patronum!" slowly a bird took shape in the silver mist that came from James' wand. It had a long tail and a royal-looking plumage.
"A phoenix?!" Harry said in disbelief as the bird attacked the Dementor along with his royal stag. "Tell me, did anyone in your family have anything to do with phoenixes?"
"My father could turn into one." James managed to say. The Patronus was taking a lot out of him. Suddenly Harry stepped forward, flickered his wand and the crate with the Boggart disappeared along with the two Patronus'. "Thanks." James said as he sat down. He gladly took the Chocolate Frogs Harry offered him and ate them in silence. "I know a Patronus is different from person to person, but why did it have to turn into a phoenix?"
"No one exactly knows, but my guess is that the Patronus takes the shape of the person you miss the most." Harry said while eating a Frog.
"But then why didn't it turn into my father instead of his Animagi shape?"
"Maybe the Patronus turns into the Animagi shape the person had or would have had. I don't know. Anyway, let's get back to the castle."
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When James entered the common room he was bombarded with questions. Sirius, Remus and Peter had been waiting for him.
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius asked.
"He hears his parents death?" Remus said. "No wonder he fights for our side and not the Dark one."
"You should have seen his expression," James said. "It was down right painful to watch it."
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius said.
"Poor Harry," Peter said, trying to sound convincing. "How can anyone cope with that?"
"I am." James replied.
"Lets get into bed." Remus suggested and they walked to the seventh year dorms.
"He asked me if I wanted to continue with the training." James said as they changed. "We're having another lesson at Sunday."
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius said again as they climbed into bed and turned off the lights.
"I wonder what my Patronus would look like?" Remus said into the dark.
"Yeah, me too. You've got to learn us that charm." Peter said.
"The Patronus Charm?!"
"We know Padfoot!" The other three opened their curtains, glaring at Sirius.
"But the Patronus Cha-" Sirius was bombarded with pillows.
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Well, what do you think?
I want to thank TatraMegami, Miranda Flairgold, Cindy, Naia, renoldo9, selena(mail me, alright?), Nibowin Black, Pampered Tigeress, ~¤Arteims¤~, Tvillinger, bill weasly, Mike, Richan, Tinabina87, Jenny, clingon87, Lily Evans, Madame X and Amy for reviewing. Thanks guys!
Authors Notes: Well, here's chapter two. I'm so glad that you liked chapter one. Please review.
-Chapter Two-
When Sirius and Remus came down from the boys dorms later that morning, James told them about his talk with Harry.
"I just couldn't stop telling him," James said. "It's as though he put a spell on me. But he couldn't have, I didn't see his wand."
"Maybe he doesn't need his wand." Remus suggested. "If I hadn't met him on the Express, I would've thought that he was too high in the clouds for his own good after I heard what he was doing."
"I wish we had him as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher instead of Chipfluff. I don't think that the woman does anything else than looking at herself in the mirror." Sirius said.
"Remember when she came with the pixies?" James asked as they left the common room, heading towards the Great Hall. "The whole class got panic when she couldn't catch them again. In the end someone was smart enough to get Professor Dumbledore."
"You mean I was smart enough to get Dumbledore," Remus corrected. "And, if I remember correctly, Sirius used the occasion to conjure and throw a fruitcake at Snape."
"Well, he did wash his hair after that." Sirius defended himself as they entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
The Great Hall was filled with students. James looked around for Harry but couldn't find him or the Headmaster. The teacher table was almost empty except Chipfluff, the new Divination teacher named Trelawney, and merry, little Professor Flitwick.
The little Charms Professor was unfortunate enough to be sitting between the two female Professors and was bombarded with questions and conversations that he had no clue about.
"Poor Flitwick," Remus said. "One of them is bad enough, but two?"
"If he survives them, I'll give him one galleon."
"I'm surprised that you have one galleon, Black." Snape's voice came from behind them.
The whole Gryffindor table went quiet and turned to glare at the Slytherin.
"Snape, please, be kind enough to relieve us of your greasy presence before I loose my patience with you." Sirius growled.
"Now, I'm really scared." Snape said in a boring tone and the Slytherin's around him snickered. "Tell me Black, from whom did you have to steal the galleon from, hmmm?"
That did it. The whole Gryffindor table jumped up and attacked the group of Slytherins. When the rest of the Slytherins saw this they quickly came to aid. Some of the Slytherins used this opportunity to attack a few people from the other two houses and in the end it was very house for themselves.
The three terrified teachers could only watch as the whole thing developed into a full war. Hexes were flying here and there, and everything that could be used, was used. The house tables were turned and were used as shields.
Suddenly not one student in the Great Hall could move. They were parted by magic to their own house and the tables were put back to their place. A presence by the great doors to the Hall made everyone look that way.
Harry was standing there, glaring at everyone. He walked into the middle of the Great Hall, stopped and turned to look at the students. Everyone shuddered under his gaze, even the three stunned teachers.
"Anyone care to explain this?" Harry asked. His voice was barely more than a deadly, cold whisper that demanded everyone's attention, and got it. "Someone better start talking or you are going to be like this for a very long time."
"I-it was the S-Slytherin's," a small Hufflepuff said.
"Who, to be precise?"
"Snape provoked Black." An older Hufflepuff said.
"Trust the Hufflepuff's to keep to the truth," Harry muttered. He took out his wand and flickered it. He really didn't need but it was better to keep up the act. "Carriamus," he whispered quietly and Snape and Black where brought forward. "Now, what exactly happened?" Sirius started to tell and the other boy couldn't do anything but agree. They couldn't lie in front of him. Something about the colour of his unnaturally green, glowing eyes unnerved them. "Very well," Harry said when Sirius was finished. "I'll talk to Dumbledore about this."
Suddenly James realised that he could move again. He saw Harry walking towards a wounded student and followed. A still shaken Sirius and a nervous Remus joined him on the way.
"Uh... Harry? Is there anything we could do to help?" Remus asked.
"The more the merrier." Harry said and suddenly the aura of danger was gone from him.
The three friends watched as Harry kneeled next to a bleeding Ravenclaw and put his hand on the girls shoulder. Their mouths dropped open as Harry's arm began to glow in a bright golden light. A few minutes later the Ravenclaw was up and running to her common room. James, Sirius and Remus turned to Harry, staring.
The man just smiled and sent them around the Great Hall to look for badly wounded people and bring them to him.
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A few nights later Sirius got a note telling him that he and Snape would be helping Filch with keeping the castle in shape after classes.
"How long is the detention?" James asked.
"Oh, about two months or so. I deserved to have gotten a longer one, but still..." Sirius left the line hanging in the air.
"So James, when's your first lesson with Harry?" Remus asked looking up from his homework.
James had gotten a note from Harry a few days earlier telling the date and place.
"Good you reminded me! I'm supposed to meet him tonight at the Quidditch pitch at eight."
"It's 19.45 now." Remus said checking his watch. "You better hurry up if you don't want to be late."
"Thanks," James replied and closed the portrait after him.
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When he reached the pitch James thought Harry was late, then he looked up into the air. Harry was flying on a broom, doing all kinds of difficult flips, loops, 90 degree dives, up-side-downs and others that James had never seen. And everything at a great speed that didn't seem possible. The man reminded James of a lightning bolt.
"Holy Shit!" James whispered to himself.
Harry landed, transfigured the broom back into a twig and threw it away. Then he turned around and looked right at the spot where James was hiding.
"You can come out James," he said. The teenager came out a bit nervous. "Don't worry James, I'm not going to eat you."
"You were very good up there," James commented. "You must have been a good Seeker."
"Thanks, that's what my team mates said. You know, we only lost one game."
"Only one game?! Damn! Boy, if Sirius could fly like that...Why did you lose?" James asked, impressed. There was more to Harry than he had thought.
"There were Dementors on the school grounds." Harry didn't say anything else about it and James didn't ask.
"So, what are you going to teach me?"
"The Patronus Charm," Harry replied. "I know you have done it once or twice in Charms class and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but what's it good to you if you can't do it properly? Now, this charm is ridiculously difficult and no one expect you to manage it on your first try, so don't push yourself more than necessary."
"What is going to act like a Dementor? You haven't brought one onto the school grounds, have you?" James asked.
"Don't worry, I haven't. Dumbledore would've had my head for that. No, we're going to use a Boggart. I found one in Chipfluff's office among her cosmetics; and, between us, that says quite a lot." Harry let James finish laughing before he continued. "You remember that you have to think of something happy? Good. Also, if you have no happy memories you can make one up, but that's extremely difficult."
"Why is it difficult?" James asked. He had already learned more from Harry than Chipfluff and Flitwick put together about this charm.
"You have to imagine the place, the smells, the sounds, the shadows, the lights and lots of other things. If you decide to make it an outdoor-scene, like camping, you have to make the leaves blow and the wind go in the right direction. There's hundreds of little things that could go wrong." Harry said while conjuring up a crate. The box began to jump up and down at once. "Do you remember the incantation?"
"Isn't it Experto-something?" James asked. He wanted to get on with it.
"Almost. It's 'Expecto Patronum'." Harry said. James repeated the words a few times then nodded to Harry. "Ready. Set... GO!" Harry flickered his wand an the crate sprung open.
James had seen Dementor's a few times before, but always at a distance. The thing that came out of the crate gave him goose bumps. The sickly green hands belonged more to a drowned man than on anything else. It lifted them up to it's hood while it was walking towards him. James was beginning to hear his fathers voice in his head, telling him to hide. His mothers voice screaming, full of terror. The Dementor stopped a few feet from him, took down its hood and everything went black.
Someone was slapping him lightly and calling his name. James cracked one eyelid open but closed it again. He really didn't want to get up. He could hear paper being torn and then a wonderful smell came from under his nose. He opened his eyes and saw Harry sitting on his heels beside him holding a Chocolate Frog under his nose. The Frog tried to get away again and again but Harry stuffed it into James' mouth the second the teenager opened it.
"What was that for?" James asked after having swallowed the Frog.
"Chocolate helps after a meeting with a Dementor." Harry said simply. "You gave me a fright there kid." Harry handed him another Frog. "Here."
"What happened?" James asked after the third Frog.
"Exactly what happens to everyone at their first try." Harry answered patiently. "You blacked out. But that's alright. We'll just do this over and over again until it's like second nature to you." James shivered at the thought of hearing his fathers death one more time. Harry noticed and got a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I hear them. Him." James replied quietly. "I hear everything that happened when my father was murdered." There was a long pause. "I can't do it again."
"You sure?" James nodded. "What if I tell you what I hear and join you this time? Will that make you feel better?" The Gryffindor looked at him for a while then nodded again. "Very well. I hear my parents being murdered by Voldemort. The last minutes of their lives and I see the green flash of the 'Avada Kadavra' that kills them." James looked at Harry. The other was looking at the velvet sky and seemed to be remembering something. There was a sad look on his face when he turned to James. "Ready to give it another shot?"
The two of them stood and faced the bouncing crate. Harry looked at James then flickered his wand, the box flew open and the Dementor came again.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry didn't waste any time performing the charm. A white royal stag came out of his wand, looked around a bit, spotted the Dementor and attacked. James could hear that the screams in his head softened. "Come on." Harry was beside him.
"Expecto Patronum!" slowly a bird took shape in the silver mist that came from James' wand. It had a long tail and a royal-looking plumage.
"A phoenix?!" Harry said in disbelief as the bird attacked the Dementor along with his royal stag. "Tell me, did anyone in your family have anything to do with phoenixes?"
"My father could turn into one." James managed to say. The Patronus was taking a lot out of him. Suddenly Harry stepped forward, flickered his wand and the crate with the Boggart disappeared along with the two Patronus'. "Thanks." James said as he sat down. He gladly took the Chocolate Frogs Harry offered him and ate them in silence. "I know a Patronus is different from person to person, but why did it have to turn into a phoenix?"
"No one exactly knows, but my guess is that the Patronus takes the shape of the person you miss the most." Harry said while eating a Frog.
"But then why didn't it turn into my father instead of his Animagi shape?"
"Maybe the Patronus turns into the Animagi shape the person had or would have had. I don't know. Anyway, let's get back to the castle."
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When James entered the common room he was bombarded with questions. Sirius, Remus and Peter had been waiting for him.
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius asked.
"He hears his parents death?" Remus said. "No wonder he fights for our side and not the Dark one."
"You should have seen his expression," James said. "It was down right painful to watch it."
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius said.
"Poor Harry," Peter said, trying to sound convincing. "How can anyone cope with that?"
"I am." James replied.
"Lets get into bed." Remus suggested and they walked to the seventh year dorms.
"He asked me if I wanted to continue with the training." James said as they changed. "We're having another lesson at Sunday."
"The Patronus Charm?!" Sirius said again as they climbed into bed and turned off the lights.
"I wonder what my Patronus would look like?" Remus said into the dark.
"Yeah, me too. You've got to learn us that charm." Peter said.
"The Patronus Charm?!"
"We know Padfoot!" The other three opened their curtains, glaring at Sirius.
"But the Patronus Cha-" Sirius was bombarded with pillows.
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Well, what do you think?
I want to thank TatraMegami, Miranda Flairgold, Cindy, Naia, renoldo9, selena(mail me, alright?), Nibowin Black, Pampered Tigeress, ~¤Arteims¤~, Tvillinger, bill weasly, Mike, Richan, Tinabina87, Jenny, clingon87, Lily Evans, Madame X and Amy for reviewing. Thanks guys!