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Chapter 2- The Heir
Remus looked to the enchanted ceiling and then toward the table where the headmaster was sitting. It was a clear night, and it didn't look as though it would be cloudy the next day. He gave a sigh and the other three looked at him. They knew how painful it was for him to transform. But more so, how they were betraying Dumbledore. And he had been the only one to trust Remus enough to let him come to Hogwarts. No one, after all, wanted a werewolf at their school, it was just too dangerous. And if any of the other parents found out.. "Don't worry, Remus, it will turn out all right. At least you aren't alone anymore. And we aren't searching for something new to do," James said, comforting his friend. He looked over at his classmates, making sure that they weren't paying attention. Lily was engrossed in a conversation with a sixth year about how hard seventh year was compared to last year. James turned back to his friends and said, "Tonight we will." But before he could finish, Dumbledore got up from his chair and cleared his throat to get the attention of his students. At once everyone was quiet. The only sounds were coming from the end of the Slytherin table where Snape and his friends were hanging out. Dumbledore looked around at the students and sighed. His eyes were void of the usual twinkle they possessed. Dumbledore met the eyes of several students, the Marauders included. He took a deep breath. His voice was as raspy as ever; "I need to speak to two of your number, now. I do not like to interrupt your dinner, but this cannot wait. Will James Potter and Lily Evans please follow Professor McGonnagal, thank you. The rest of you, enjoy dinner!" But he was only falsely cheerful. James and Lily rose from their seats, their friends looking curiously towards them. They followed McGonnagal, holding hands. They both wondered what on earth they were needed for. The two were led up to a part of the castle that neither of them had been before. The corridor was empty except for one door at the end. They walked up to it and entered what looked like a small, grubby classroom that hadn't been used in quite awhile. Dumbledore was seated at the only desk that wasn't pushed up against the wall. He raised his head to look at them and then nodded to McGonnagal. "Minerva, maybe it would be better if we told them separately," he said. She agreed and took Lily outside. Dumbledore looked up at James with out a hint of a twinkle in his eye or a smile on his lips. He sighed a deep sigh. "James, I wish that there was an easy way to tell you this but, well, there isn't." he trailed off for a minute. "The Dark Lord has trampled the wizarding world to no more than ruin. Most adults prefer to leave a gilded image of the state we are in, but the truth is, we are all in danger, no one is safe. Voldemort has left his mark on you now." After James got over the shock of hearing the name, he was confused. Dumbledore was talking in riddles as he often did. "James. your parents, well they were killed." Dumbledore waited for a reaction, but James was only rocking, ever so slightly, back and forth. "The Dark Mark was found over your house this morning, and your parents were both found dead. I am so sorry. If there is anything I can do.." Dumbledore patted James' shoulder, trying to comfort the boy, but James was as still as ever. "I blame myself. I should have seen what Voldemort was doing." But James stood up, angry, and cut him off, "Sir, why my parents? They weren't muggle-born, aurorers, famous, or anything to do with You-Know- Who. Not that I know of, at least. They didn't even work for the Ministry!" "James, calm down! There is nothing you can do now. You can't bring them back! I know you want to, I do too. For more reasons than you think," James sat back down and tried to calm himself. "Professor, why would you bring them back, what are those reasons?" James asked. Dumbledore sighed again, "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to tell you, but I see I must. "Years ago a boy killed his family on a quest to become immortal. This boy was Slytherin's true heir, and he was determined to bring back Slytherin's beliefs by 'purifying magic'. With immortality, he could rule forever, no one could bring him down. This boy was a young Voldemort. But his journey towards immortality was not over yet. He needed the blood of his only true enemies. There were three, who do you think they were James?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly. James wasn't really thrilled about having to guess at who He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named had to kill but he humored the Headmaster, "Well, the aurorers." "There are but three needed for the extensive spell he did." James thought for a moment and suddenly, he knew. "The other heirs. of course. But my parents, they can't be." "But they can be. Your whole line has been in Gryffindor. You are Godric's last living heir. Rowena Ravenclaw's heir was killed years ago, before Voldemort's name grew. The Hufflepuff heir is a student as well, and she is well protected, and then there is you, just you. That is why you cannot leave the school until graduation upon which you will go under the Fidelius Charm. It is our only hope. I know that you will want to return home for your parents' funeral, but we can't have you leaving.not now," Dumbledore looked back at James. James took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes ferociously. The old professor wondered if these were tears he was wiping away. "Professor, I was wondering. If Voldemort has killed my parents then doesn't he have the blood he needs?" "It would seem that way wouldn't it? But no, there must be no one left to fight him. If you are still here then you could still kill him, so he isn't immortal. Your bloodline forms a type of shell around you and the other heirs. As long as you are alive you can harm or heal the other. You are connected." All of the sudden there was a thud outside the door where the other two were. Dumbledore jumped up and ran to see what had happened, James followed. Minerva was struggling to hold Lily in her arms. I t looked as though Lily had fainted from shock. Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and led her to the hospital wing. Professor McGonnagal stopped James from following them. "She wil be all right. you must get to bed now, it is getting late," she said solemnly. All of the sudden the teacher hugged James tightly. I am so sorry, James. Really, I am." And she hurried off towards the teacher's dorms softly sobbing as she went. James feeling slightly lost, looked at his watch (a gift from Lily) and headed for the common room. He still had a little time before they had to go on the Run. He needed to get his mind off his parents and what he had to do. It would be very difficult knowing there wouldn't be a home left for him after school was over. Even though, he had been planning to ask Lily to marry him and then move out, it would be different knowing they wouldn't be there at his wedding. His thoughts wandered to Lily in the Hospital Wing. What had made her faint? He suddenly got the idea that Voldemort had killed her parents as well, but he didn't have time to dwell on that as the portrait hole came into view. "Bubbly Frogs!" he shouted as the Fat Lady gave him a sympathetic look. The portrait swung open and he ran inside before she could say anything.
All right guys, look, I have rewritten this chapter four times so you better like it!!!! Got it? If you do like it, don't like it, could make it better, or know another word for thud, please review, otherwise review just to say hi!! Thanx!!
Chapter 2- The Heir
Remus looked to the enchanted ceiling and then toward the table where the headmaster was sitting. It was a clear night, and it didn't look as though it would be cloudy the next day. He gave a sigh and the other three looked at him. They knew how painful it was for him to transform. But more so, how they were betraying Dumbledore. And he had been the only one to trust Remus enough to let him come to Hogwarts. No one, after all, wanted a werewolf at their school, it was just too dangerous. And if any of the other parents found out.. "Don't worry, Remus, it will turn out all right. At least you aren't alone anymore. And we aren't searching for something new to do," James said, comforting his friend. He looked over at his classmates, making sure that they weren't paying attention. Lily was engrossed in a conversation with a sixth year about how hard seventh year was compared to last year. James turned back to his friends and said, "Tonight we will." But before he could finish, Dumbledore got up from his chair and cleared his throat to get the attention of his students. At once everyone was quiet. The only sounds were coming from the end of the Slytherin table where Snape and his friends were hanging out. Dumbledore looked around at the students and sighed. His eyes were void of the usual twinkle they possessed. Dumbledore met the eyes of several students, the Marauders included. He took a deep breath. His voice was as raspy as ever; "I need to speak to two of your number, now. I do not like to interrupt your dinner, but this cannot wait. Will James Potter and Lily Evans please follow Professor McGonnagal, thank you. The rest of you, enjoy dinner!" But he was only falsely cheerful. James and Lily rose from their seats, their friends looking curiously towards them. They followed McGonnagal, holding hands. They both wondered what on earth they were needed for. The two were led up to a part of the castle that neither of them had been before. The corridor was empty except for one door at the end. They walked up to it and entered what looked like a small, grubby classroom that hadn't been used in quite awhile. Dumbledore was seated at the only desk that wasn't pushed up against the wall. He raised his head to look at them and then nodded to McGonnagal. "Minerva, maybe it would be better if we told them separately," he said. She agreed and took Lily outside. Dumbledore looked up at James with out a hint of a twinkle in his eye or a smile on his lips. He sighed a deep sigh. "James, I wish that there was an easy way to tell you this but, well, there isn't." he trailed off for a minute. "The Dark Lord has trampled the wizarding world to no more than ruin. Most adults prefer to leave a gilded image of the state we are in, but the truth is, we are all in danger, no one is safe. Voldemort has left his mark on you now." After James got over the shock of hearing the name, he was confused. Dumbledore was talking in riddles as he often did. "James. your parents, well they were killed." Dumbledore waited for a reaction, but James was only rocking, ever so slightly, back and forth. "The Dark Mark was found over your house this morning, and your parents were both found dead. I am so sorry. If there is anything I can do.." Dumbledore patted James' shoulder, trying to comfort the boy, but James was as still as ever. "I blame myself. I should have seen what Voldemort was doing." But James stood up, angry, and cut him off, "Sir, why my parents? They weren't muggle-born, aurorers, famous, or anything to do with You-Know- Who. Not that I know of, at least. They didn't even work for the Ministry!" "James, calm down! There is nothing you can do now. You can't bring them back! I know you want to, I do too. For more reasons than you think," James sat back down and tried to calm himself. "Professor, why would you bring them back, what are those reasons?" James asked. Dumbledore sighed again, "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to tell you, but I see I must. "Years ago a boy killed his family on a quest to become immortal. This boy was Slytherin's true heir, and he was determined to bring back Slytherin's beliefs by 'purifying magic'. With immortality, he could rule forever, no one could bring him down. This boy was a young Voldemort. But his journey towards immortality was not over yet. He needed the blood of his only true enemies. There were three, who do you think they were James?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly. James wasn't really thrilled about having to guess at who He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named had to kill but he humored the Headmaster, "Well, the aurorers." "There are but three needed for the extensive spell he did." James thought for a moment and suddenly, he knew. "The other heirs. of course. But my parents, they can't be." "But they can be. Your whole line has been in Gryffindor. You are Godric's last living heir. Rowena Ravenclaw's heir was killed years ago, before Voldemort's name grew. The Hufflepuff heir is a student as well, and she is well protected, and then there is you, just you. That is why you cannot leave the school until graduation upon which you will go under the Fidelius Charm. It is our only hope. I know that you will want to return home for your parents' funeral, but we can't have you leaving.not now," Dumbledore looked back at James. James took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes ferociously. The old professor wondered if these were tears he was wiping away. "Professor, I was wondering. If Voldemort has killed my parents then doesn't he have the blood he needs?" "It would seem that way wouldn't it? But no, there must be no one left to fight him. If you are still here then you could still kill him, so he isn't immortal. Your bloodline forms a type of shell around you and the other heirs. As long as you are alive you can harm or heal the other. You are connected." All of the sudden there was a thud outside the door where the other two were. Dumbledore jumped up and ran to see what had happened, James followed. Minerva was struggling to hold Lily in her arms. I t looked as though Lily had fainted from shock. Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and led her to the hospital wing. Professor McGonnagal stopped James from following them. "She wil be all right. you must get to bed now, it is getting late," she said solemnly. All of the sudden the teacher hugged James tightly. I am so sorry, James. Really, I am." And she hurried off towards the teacher's dorms softly sobbing as she went. James feeling slightly lost, looked at his watch (a gift from Lily) and headed for the common room. He still had a little time before they had to go on the Run. He needed to get his mind off his parents and what he had to do. It would be very difficult knowing there wouldn't be a home left for him after school was over. Even though, he had been planning to ask Lily to marry him and then move out, it would be different knowing they wouldn't be there at his wedding. His thoughts wandered to Lily in the Hospital Wing. What had made her faint? He suddenly got the idea that Voldemort had killed her parents as well, but he didn't have time to dwell on that as the portrait hole came into view. "Bubbly Frogs!" he shouted as the Fat Lady gave him a sympathetic look. The portrait swung open and he ran inside before she could say anything.
All right guys, look, I have rewritten this chapter four times so you better like it!!!! Got it? If you do like it, don't like it, could make it better, or know another word for thud, please review, otherwise review just to say hi!! Thanx!!