A Time Out of Memory
by S. L
That kiss, James could still feel the tingle on his lips. He'd made out with plenty of girls before, but just that one, soft kiss was better than anything he'd experienced. It was unexplainable, what he felt.
He hadn't meant to kiss her of course, just seeing her there... the tears sparkling from her deep green eyes. Those eyes that held so much emotion, so much need, so... much. It was her eyes that drew him in, he'd never really looked at them before, but then he did. And he was captured by them. Lily Evans had captured his heart.
Of course, he wanted to ignore it all, after all it was Evans. His mind though, it kept going back to that moment. That unexplainable moment. He just wanted to relive it again and again... But it was Evans. Plain and simple. Evans and Potter hated each other, it was common knowledge. Nothing would ever happen between them. It never could.
Feeling suddenly burdened and lightheaded all at once James sighed.
"What's with you?" Sirius said eyeing him from the corner of his eye. He sucked around a mouthful of ice cream as he waited for the answer. They were in the kitchens for a late night snack, house elves waiting on them hand and foot.
James shrugged, Sirius was his best friend, but he couldn't understand this. Even Sirius didn't know that he and Evans had ever really known each other, he wouldn't know what's going on. Besides he'd probably only tease him. He already heard enough about the supposed wedding Evans and him were supposed to be having.
"Just tired I guess," he intended to stop there, but found his mouth had more to say. "And frustrated, and angry, and worried, and hopeful," he sighed again. "And blissfully happy."
Looking his namesake for once, Sirius put his bowl of ice cream down and gave his best friend a long stare. James wasn't paying attention though, he was swirling his spoon around his bowl watching his treat melt.
"Come on Jamie boy, I know when something's up."
He didn't know how to answer so he just stared at his friend.
"Really, James, we're best friends right?"
"Right," James said slowly.
Sirius sighed, looking almost hurt. "So do you want to tell me anything?"
Before he could change his mind he blurted it out. "I kissed Lily Evans."
For a moment Sirius just stared at him, then he laughed a little, and smirked at him. "James, stop it. You don't have to lie or anything. If you really don't want to tell me, then don't."
"I don't want to tell you," he said finally, and watched as Sirius nodded in understanding. James was lucky to have Sirius as a friend. Even if he couldn't talk to him about everything.
There was a time when there were no secrets between them, when they could talk about anything and never feel ashamed or resentful. It felt like those times were gone.
He didn't miss them terribly either. Whereas Sirius and him had always done everything together, talked about everything, shared everything, until it was almost like they were the same person. Brothers. Now though, now Sirius was there. Still his brother, but there.
James liked there, he liked knowing that he didn't really need to share everything with someone. He felt like his kiss with Evans was something he could treasure for himself, something to remember always. He didn't need to share, because someday Sirius would have that too, or maybe he already had.
He didn't need to talk to Sirius, because they were the same person, he could still have secrets, but Sirius and him were brothers. They didn't need to actually talk about these things anymore, because they knew. Even if Sirius didn't know what was going on, he could feel it.
And that was enough. Just to be there.
"Ready?" Sirius said with his trademark smile. He stood and waited for the house elves to clear away their places.
James nodded and followed his friend out of the painting of the bowl of fruit and through Hogwarts corridors. They hadn't brought the invisibility cloak. They really had no real use for it anymore. Besides, Sirius always said it took the rush out of things, the thrill, the challenge.
They walked on in a comfortable silence, until booming footsteps began echoing down the hall. Giving each other their Marauder grins, the two boys hid and waited to see who it was.
"James!" The voice hissed, it was Harry, looking about frantically. "James!"
He stepped from behind the suit of armor he'd been hiding behind and smiled at his 'twin.'
"Hey Harry, what's up?"
Harry looked like he'd rather be doing anything, than standing in the corridor in the middle of the night, being asked 'what's up.' He looked important, and anxious. It almost scared James a little bit to see someone look so foreboding and strong at the same time.
"James!" Harry said grabbing his arms. "I've been looking everywhere for you. It's your mum..."
He didn't need to say anymore, James was attentive immediately, he barely noted that Sirius had stepped out to join then. "Mum?"
"Alastor Moody just brought her back. She's in the hospital wing now."
None of them needed any more explaining, they all three took off at a run for the hospital wing, Harry rambling on the whole time.
"They wouldn't let me see her- sent me off to find you. We were in Dumbledore's office, but he decided to take her to the hospital wing immediately. It think Sean didn't want me to see her, didn't want me to..." He choked. They were at the hospital wing.
James pushed past him and ran inside.
Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, Moody, and Craley were all standing around the bed. James could just make out the raven tumble of hair that cascaded over the edge of the bed. His mum.
He ran up to the bed panting, knowing in the back of his mind that Sirius and Harry still hadn't come in. They were waiting at the door.
"Ah, James," Dumbledore said in his usual manner. "Your mother is doing well, a bit- roughed up, but I thought you had the right to see her."
James pushed his way through. His mum looked terrible, bruises covered her face, her lip was split and her arm was in a cast. The rest of her was probably just as bad, but that was covered by the infirmary blanket. She was in a deadly looking slumber.
He felt something push him over. Harry stood next to him breathing heavily, James watched not knowing what he was doing.
Harry bent forward over his mum and carefully brushed the hair from her eyes. He stared down at her with a calculating expression, one of hopefulness. Then carefully he placed his hand flat upon her head.
It took a moment for everyone to realize what had happened. Harry seemed to go rigid, his eyes rolled back, and he became to shiver slightly. Never did he remove his hand. No one knew quite what to do, but Craley kept them from moving.
Everyone held their breath and watched, James with visions of horror floating through his head. What was he doing to his mother? A distant part of him said, that he was a parselmouth, that he was a Death Eater and was hurting her. But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't move.
At last Harry removed his hand, shakily. It looked as if, nothing in the world could take much more effort. Slowly he turned around, his eyes were cold and lifeless. He opened his mouth, but it took a moment for any sound to come out.
"Sirius," Harry said, but James felt that for some reason, he wasn't really talking to Sirius. "He's marked her," then he fell away in a dead faint.
For a moment no one moved, then it seemed as if everyone rushed forward at once. At the last possible second, before they all would have crashed atop one another, Craley pushed them all back.
"Enough!" He whispered as loudly as he could. "No one is to touch him."
Even Dumbledore looked puzzled by this. Craley winced. "Sir," he said to the headmaster in explanation. "You really, really don't want to touch him."
"Nonsence," Madam Pomfrey said, trying to bustle through. "He's hurt, and I'm the nurse, he must be healed.
"NO!" The man shouted, James' mum rustled. "Whatever you do, you do not want to that. The best possible thing, is for us all to move away a bit and wait for him to wake up on his own. I suggest we all put up a nice powerful shielding charm around him as well. Sorry sir, but you alone won't be enough."
James was confused, but it looked like he wasn't the only one. Only Dumbledore seemed to remotely understand. "You'll all listen to Sean, wands up, and focus as much strength as you can."
He was still confused, but he followed his headmaster's orders. So did Sirius he noticed. After all Dumbledore had said for them all to listen. James concentrated with everyone else, said the right words and at once six different shielding charms formed around Harry.
It was a strange effect. Every shield had it's own unique color. James' was red, Sirius' black, Dumbledore's was gold, Moody's was a dark blue, Madam Pomfrey's was a calm gray and Craley's was black as well. Harry didn't move, surprisingly Craley breathed a sigh of relief.
No one asked, they all moved to the bed once more. They stayed that way for several minutes, until Dumbledore at last spoke up.
"Alastor, perhaps you'd better join the rest of the teachers and I in my office. Sirius you'd best be to bed, and Madam Pomfrey to your business. Sean I believe you must watch over Harry, and James you may stay by your mother. I daresay you're brother might be in soon, but he has not yet been found. If you see him, tell him I wish to speak with him. Good night."
Then with that Moody and him drifted off. Several minutes after that Sirius followed, then Madam Pomfrey, until James was left alone with two unconscious people and Sean Craley.
He didn't say anything, he just stared at his mother, and thought of how good she'd been to him. How she'd always be fair and loving, and how much fun she was over the summer holidays when they vacationed in L.A. He couldn't bear to loose her. He'd already lost his father, he couldn't loose both at once.
James' eye's drifted to where Harry still lay. Through the whirling colors he could see Harry's face contorted in pain and anguish. Whatever he was going through was not nice. He thought some more. Harry had lost both of his parents, he didn't really have much of anyone. James at least had his mother.
His eyes drifted to Craley, who sat staring intently at Harry, whispering secrets under his breath. James was wrong, Harry didn't really not have anyone. He had Craley, who really wasn't a bad sort. In fact he reminded James' strongly of a Marauder.
It was then, while James sat thinking about Harry and his mother and Craley and how they all fit into things that Harry stopped moving. Before that he'd been shaking slightly, and tossing about a bit, but now he was completely still.
James leaned forward, just a bit until he could see Harry's face. He watched a minute, then two, and was just about to lean back again when Harry's eyes snapped open. That alone probably wouldn't have scared James, but the fact that when Harry's eyes opened a hundred different colors seemed to filter through him against the shield startled him completely.
The shield held steady, but looked as though it was collapsing under the impact, then Harry as if realizing what he was doing, sat up. All the spells disappeared, until he sat in a rather strained looking shield charm. Harry looked past James straight at Craley as if thanking him for something, his eyes filled with compassion, but horror at the same time.
Craley smiled, then with a wave of his wand the charm disappeared. Harry stood shakily and fell to the nearest bed. He didn't say anything, and no one asked anything of him. James was just beginning to wonder why Harry was there at all, he wasn't a family member or anything, when his eyes suddenly drifted to him.
They stared at one another for a moment until James looked away. Evans' eyes had been filled with warmth and comfort earlier, but Harry's eyes scared him. They told of dark places and hidden secrets. They were they eyes of a tortured soul, held together by strength of will. So empty of everything that made life, yet holding all aspects of wisdom. It was strange how the very same eyes could retain such very different things.
"He's marked her," Harry said looking at Craley. "I-I could feel him. Like before... He wanted to pull me in, I confused him, never seen anything quite like me before. So alike... and so different. It's like this," he fingered his scar and James had the impression that he really shouldn't be listening to the conversation.
Craley leaned forward intently. "Only," Harry went on in a distracted sort of voice. "He didn't loose any part of himself, he only took away a part of her. That doesn't make sense though does it Snuffles."
For a moment James had no idea whom Harry was addressing, but Craley nodded and began pacing the room like a caged tiger.
"He felt so different," Harry said coming back to himself. "It wasn't like the hurt I usually feel when he's around. The hatred and the evil. He really doesn't have any hate now. He really thinks he's immortal." Harry shook his head. "I mean he doesn't actually start hating until me. Now it's like he's doing it all for fun."
"He is Harry," Craley croaked at last. "Just for fun, until he finds out about your family. He will soon too. She's the first step. The first Potter."
Feeling as if he should know what was going on James stood up. "What about the first Potter? What's happened to my mum?"
Craley fixed him with a sorrow filled stare and Harry looked away. Neither answered his question.
"What's going on?" James said in a demanding tone.
Once again no one answered, the room was absolutely silent, except for the steady breathing of his mum behind him. Then after a moment that stopped too. Harry looked beyond James wide eyed.
"James?" He knew that voice, it was his mum! He whipped around, only to realize that his mum was staring at Harry not him.
"Mum," he said to draw attention to himself. "I'm James, it's me."
She looked confused for a moment, she tried to sit up in her bed. "Then..." she looked back to Harry and her eye's widened as Harry's had done. 'You're the boy! Who was in my dream!"
Feeling very confused now, James got his mum's attention again. "That's Harry mum, he's a transfer student. That's Professor Craley he teaches Defense class. Mum are you alright?"
"She is," Harry answered, still looking at his mum. There were tears in his eyes. "Just a headache, and feeling a bit disoriented."
James' mum nodded in fascination. "How did you know?"
"That spell," Harry said in a choked voice. "The one he put on you, last night. He's done that to me too. Don't worry it won't hurt you for much longer. You'll be fine."
"What's he done to you mum?" James said jumping up. He really wanted to know what was going on right now.
"I-I don't know," his mum answered in a scared voice.
Craley stepped forward. "You'd better explain a bit to them Harry, don't worry it won't change anything."
Harry nodded and licked his lips. "Lord Voldermort," James couldn't help shivering slightly, especially at the hate filled way Harry had just said it. "Has taken a small part of you, nothing like your soul, or your body or your magic. It's like," he struggled to find the right word. "It's like he's taken your essence. He can send you dreams now, and he'll be able to feel when you come close, it's complicated... but you'll know when it's him. You'll feel him and he'll feel you."
"What do you mean?" James' mum asked slowly, James himself couldn't think. He himself was trying to find an answer.
"Well," Harry answered in the same form. "It means that you and Lord Voldermort are now connected."
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by S. L
That kiss, James could still feel the tingle on his lips. He'd made out with plenty of girls before, but just that one, soft kiss was better than anything he'd experienced. It was unexplainable, what he felt.
He hadn't meant to kiss her of course, just seeing her there... the tears sparkling from her deep green eyes. Those eyes that held so much emotion, so much need, so... much. It was her eyes that drew him in, he'd never really looked at them before, but then he did. And he was captured by them. Lily Evans had captured his heart.
Of course, he wanted to ignore it all, after all it was Evans. His mind though, it kept going back to that moment. That unexplainable moment. He just wanted to relive it again and again... But it was Evans. Plain and simple. Evans and Potter hated each other, it was common knowledge. Nothing would ever happen between them. It never could.
Feeling suddenly burdened and lightheaded all at once James sighed.
"What's with you?" Sirius said eyeing him from the corner of his eye. He sucked around a mouthful of ice cream as he waited for the answer. They were in the kitchens for a late night snack, house elves waiting on them hand and foot.
James shrugged, Sirius was his best friend, but he couldn't understand this. Even Sirius didn't know that he and Evans had ever really known each other, he wouldn't know what's going on. Besides he'd probably only tease him. He already heard enough about the supposed wedding Evans and him were supposed to be having.
"Just tired I guess," he intended to stop there, but found his mouth had more to say. "And frustrated, and angry, and worried, and hopeful," he sighed again. "And blissfully happy."
Looking his namesake for once, Sirius put his bowl of ice cream down and gave his best friend a long stare. James wasn't paying attention though, he was swirling his spoon around his bowl watching his treat melt.
"Come on Jamie boy, I know when something's up."
He didn't know how to answer so he just stared at his friend.
"Really, James, we're best friends right?"
"Right," James said slowly.
Sirius sighed, looking almost hurt. "So do you want to tell me anything?"
Before he could change his mind he blurted it out. "I kissed Lily Evans."
For a moment Sirius just stared at him, then he laughed a little, and smirked at him. "James, stop it. You don't have to lie or anything. If you really don't want to tell me, then don't."
"I don't want to tell you," he said finally, and watched as Sirius nodded in understanding. James was lucky to have Sirius as a friend. Even if he couldn't talk to him about everything.
There was a time when there were no secrets between them, when they could talk about anything and never feel ashamed or resentful. It felt like those times were gone.
He didn't miss them terribly either. Whereas Sirius and him had always done everything together, talked about everything, shared everything, until it was almost like they were the same person. Brothers. Now though, now Sirius was there. Still his brother, but there.
James liked there, he liked knowing that he didn't really need to share everything with someone. He felt like his kiss with Evans was something he could treasure for himself, something to remember always. He didn't need to share, because someday Sirius would have that too, or maybe he already had.
He didn't need to talk to Sirius, because they were the same person, he could still have secrets, but Sirius and him were brothers. They didn't need to actually talk about these things anymore, because they knew. Even if Sirius didn't know what was going on, he could feel it.
And that was enough. Just to be there.
"Ready?" Sirius said with his trademark smile. He stood and waited for the house elves to clear away their places.
James nodded and followed his friend out of the painting of the bowl of fruit and through Hogwarts corridors. They hadn't brought the invisibility cloak. They really had no real use for it anymore. Besides, Sirius always said it took the rush out of things, the thrill, the challenge.
They walked on in a comfortable silence, until booming footsteps began echoing down the hall. Giving each other their Marauder grins, the two boys hid and waited to see who it was.
"James!" The voice hissed, it was Harry, looking about frantically. "James!"
He stepped from behind the suit of armor he'd been hiding behind and smiled at his 'twin.'
"Hey Harry, what's up?"
Harry looked like he'd rather be doing anything, than standing in the corridor in the middle of the night, being asked 'what's up.' He looked important, and anxious. It almost scared James a little bit to see someone look so foreboding and strong at the same time.
"James!" Harry said grabbing his arms. "I've been looking everywhere for you. It's your mum..."
He didn't need to say anymore, James was attentive immediately, he barely noted that Sirius had stepped out to join then. "Mum?"
"Alastor Moody just brought her back. She's in the hospital wing now."
None of them needed any more explaining, they all three took off at a run for the hospital wing, Harry rambling on the whole time.
"They wouldn't let me see her- sent me off to find you. We were in Dumbledore's office, but he decided to take her to the hospital wing immediately. It think Sean didn't want me to see her, didn't want me to..." He choked. They were at the hospital wing.
James pushed past him and ran inside.
Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, Moody, and Craley were all standing around the bed. James could just make out the raven tumble of hair that cascaded over the edge of the bed. His mum.
He ran up to the bed panting, knowing in the back of his mind that Sirius and Harry still hadn't come in. They were waiting at the door.
"Ah, James," Dumbledore said in his usual manner. "Your mother is doing well, a bit- roughed up, but I thought you had the right to see her."
James pushed his way through. His mum looked terrible, bruises covered her face, her lip was split and her arm was in a cast. The rest of her was probably just as bad, but that was covered by the infirmary blanket. She was in a deadly looking slumber.
He felt something push him over. Harry stood next to him breathing heavily, James watched not knowing what he was doing.
Harry bent forward over his mum and carefully brushed the hair from her eyes. He stared down at her with a calculating expression, one of hopefulness. Then carefully he placed his hand flat upon her head.
It took a moment for everyone to realize what had happened. Harry seemed to go rigid, his eyes rolled back, and he became to shiver slightly. Never did he remove his hand. No one knew quite what to do, but Craley kept them from moving.
Everyone held their breath and watched, James with visions of horror floating through his head. What was he doing to his mother? A distant part of him said, that he was a parselmouth, that he was a Death Eater and was hurting her. But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't move.
At last Harry removed his hand, shakily. It looked as if, nothing in the world could take much more effort. Slowly he turned around, his eyes were cold and lifeless. He opened his mouth, but it took a moment for any sound to come out.
"Sirius," Harry said, but James felt that for some reason, he wasn't really talking to Sirius. "He's marked her," then he fell away in a dead faint.
For a moment no one moved, then it seemed as if everyone rushed forward at once. At the last possible second, before they all would have crashed atop one another, Craley pushed them all back.
"Enough!" He whispered as loudly as he could. "No one is to touch him."
Even Dumbledore looked puzzled by this. Craley winced. "Sir," he said to the headmaster in explanation. "You really, really don't want to touch him."
"Nonsence," Madam Pomfrey said, trying to bustle through. "He's hurt, and I'm the nurse, he must be healed.
"NO!" The man shouted, James' mum rustled. "Whatever you do, you do not want to that. The best possible thing, is for us all to move away a bit and wait for him to wake up on his own. I suggest we all put up a nice powerful shielding charm around him as well. Sorry sir, but you alone won't be enough."
James was confused, but it looked like he wasn't the only one. Only Dumbledore seemed to remotely understand. "You'll all listen to Sean, wands up, and focus as much strength as you can."
He was still confused, but he followed his headmaster's orders. So did Sirius he noticed. After all Dumbledore had said for them all to listen. James concentrated with everyone else, said the right words and at once six different shielding charms formed around Harry.
It was a strange effect. Every shield had it's own unique color. James' was red, Sirius' black, Dumbledore's was gold, Moody's was a dark blue, Madam Pomfrey's was a calm gray and Craley's was black as well. Harry didn't move, surprisingly Craley breathed a sigh of relief.
No one asked, they all moved to the bed once more. They stayed that way for several minutes, until Dumbledore at last spoke up.
"Alastor, perhaps you'd better join the rest of the teachers and I in my office. Sirius you'd best be to bed, and Madam Pomfrey to your business. Sean I believe you must watch over Harry, and James you may stay by your mother. I daresay you're brother might be in soon, but he has not yet been found. If you see him, tell him I wish to speak with him. Good night."
Then with that Moody and him drifted off. Several minutes after that Sirius followed, then Madam Pomfrey, until James was left alone with two unconscious people and Sean Craley.
He didn't say anything, he just stared at his mother, and thought of how good she'd been to him. How she'd always be fair and loving, and how much fun she was over the summer holidays when they vacationed in L.A. He couldn't bear to loose her. He'd already lost his father, he couldn't loose both at once.
James' eye's drifted to where Harry still lay. Through the whirling colors he could see Harry's face contorted in pain and anguish. Whatever he was going through was not nice. He thought some more. Harry had lost both of his parents, he didn't really have much of anyone. James at least had his mother.
His eyes drifted to Craley, who sat staring intently at Harry, whispering secrets under his breath. James was wrong, Harry didn't really not have anyone. He had Craley, who really wasn't a bad sort. In fact he reminded James' strongly of a Marauder.
It was then, while James sat thinking about Harry and his mother and Craley and how they all fit into things that Harry stopped moving. Before that he'd been shaking slightly, and tossing about a bit, but now he was completely still.
James leaned forward, just a bit until he could see Harry's face. He watched a minute, then two, and was just about to lean back again when Harry's eyes snapped open. That alone probably wouldn't have scared James, but the fact that when Harry's eyes opened a hundred different colors seemed to filter through him against the shield startled him completely.
The shield held steady, but looked as though it was collapsing under the impact, then Harry as if realizing what he was doing, sat up. All the spells disappeared, until he sat in a rather strained looking shield charm. Harry looked past James straight at Craley as if thanking him for something, his eyes filled with compassion, but horror at the same time.
Craley smiled, then with a wave of his wand the charm disappeared. Harry stood shakily and fell to the nearest bed. He didn't say anything, and no one asked anything of him. James was just beginning to wonder why Harry was there at all, he wasn't a family member or anything, when his eyes suddenly drifted to him.
They stared at one another for a moment until James looked away. Evans' eyes had been filled with warmth and comfort earlier, but Harry's eyes scared him. They told of dark places and hidden secrets. They were they eyes of a tortured soul, held together by strength of will. So empty of everything that made life, yet holding all aspects of wisdom. It was strange how the very same eyes could retain such very different things.
"He's marked her," Harry said looking at Craley. "I-I could feel him. Like before... He wanted to pull me in, I confused him, never seen anything quite like me before. So alike... and so different. It's like this," he fingered his scar and James had the impression that he really shouldn't be listening to the conversation.
Craley leaned forward intently. "Only," Harry went on in a distracted sort of voice. "He didn't loose any part of himself, he only took away a part of her. That doesn't make sense though does it Snuffles."
For a moment James had no idea whom Harry was addressing, but Craley nodded and began pacing the room like a caged tiger.
"He felt so different," Harry said coming back to himself. "It wasn't like the hurt I usually feel when he's around. The hatred and the evil. He really doesn't have any hate now. He really thinks he's immortal." Harry shook his head. "I mean he doesn't actually start hating until me. Now it's like he's doing it all for fun."
"He is Harry," Craley croaked at last. "Just for fun, until he finds out about your family. He will soon too. She's the first step. The first Potter."
Feeling as if he should know what was going on James stood up. "What about the first Potter? What's happened to my mum?"
Craley fixed him with a sorrow filled stare and Harry looked away. Neither answered his question.
"What's going on?" James said in a demanding tone.
Once again no one answered, the room was absolutely silent, except for the steady breathing of his mum behind him. Then after a moment that stopped too. Harry looked beyond James wide eyed.
"James?" He knew that voice, it was his mum! He whipped around, only to realize that his mum was staring at Harry not him.
"Mum," he said to draw attention to himself. "I'm James, it's me."
She looked confused for a moment, she tried to sit up in her bed. "Then..." she looked back to Harry and her eye's widened as Harry's had done. 'You're the boy! Who was in my dream!"
Feeling very confused now, James got his mum's attention again. "That's Harry mum, he's a transfer student. That's Professor Craley he teaches Defense class. Mum are you alright?"
"She is," Harry answered, still looking at his mum. There were tears in his eyes. "Just a headache, and feeling a bit disoriented."
James' mum nodded in fascination. "How did you know?"
"That spell," Harry said in a choked voice. "The one he put on you, last night. He's done that to me too. Don't worry it won't hurt you for much longer. You'll be fine."
"What's he done to you mum?" James said jumping up. He really wanted to know what was going on right now.
"I-I don't know," his mum answered in a scared voice.
Craley stepped forward. "You'd better explain a bit to them Harry, don't worry it won't change anything."
Harry nodded and licked his lips. "Lord Voldermort," James couldn't help shivering slightly, especially at the hate filled way Harry had just said it. "Has taken a small part of you, nothing like your soul, or your body or your magic. It's like," he struggled to find the right word. "It's like he's taken your essence. He can send you dreams now, and he'll be able to feel when you come close, it's complicated... but you'll know when it's him. You'll feel him and he'll feel you."
"What do you mean?" James' mum asked slowly, James himself couldn't think. He himself was trying to find an answer.
"Well," Harry answered in the same form. "It means that you and Lord Voldermort are now connected."
Okay guys I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, but I didn't really know how to get where I wanted to. Also I was sick for like a week and spent another two weeks trying to catch up in school. URGH! I just had to be sick right before midterms and miss all the review days and all the last minute projects! Though, I've still a bit more to go, I'll do my best to keep posting faster! I'm sorry if it's a little weird, the chapter I mean. (Personally I think it isn't one of my better chapters, I was kinda distracted when I wrote it so I'm sorry. If there's something you don't understand go ahead and tell me, but I will probably have it explained in later chapters. Um... just tell me if you think there's something wrong and as always thanks for reading and thanks to those who reviewed!
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~J- about Sirius' patronus, I just made him not be able to, because I say after his time in Azkaban he became rather paraniod about dementors and I say that he had never learned before then, because it's just some weird twist of fate. Don't ask, I'm weird, that's just the way I wrote it. It fit the story. Oh well.
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