Part four:
Harry looked into the bathroom mirror, the scar was gone. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, revelling in how different he looked with out its most prominent feature. Dumbledore had done a superb job of hiding it, Harry had no idea how he had done it but it worked wonders. Harry had just been released from the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey, a much younger version, had treated his sore head. Dumbledore had told Harry all he could about James's present but he didn't know everything, Harry prepared himself for an evening reading his fathers diaries.
Harry lay on his father's bed, his bed now, in a Grifindor dorm room. He could hardly suppress a laugh, Dumbledore defiantly had a sense of humour, James' bed was exactly he same one that Harry had been given. It would make the little charade easier nothing would give him away like going too a different bed by mistake. Harry had pulled the curtains and was getting to know his father.
"Jamie are you here." Sirius called. 'Well let the games begin' Harry thought to himself.
"Hey Si" Which was what his father called him, "I'm in here, I wasn't feeling to great so I went to the infirmary."
"But Jamie you just disappeared. Professor Aqilina was shiting herself. Wondering where you had gone." Harry gave a small laugh.
"In my haste to get to the infirmary I guess I accidentally magicked myself there." Thanking Merlin that Sirius had never read Hogwarts a History and didn't know that aperation and all such forms of transport didn't work within Hogwarts grounds. "Plus I wanted to get out of Potions as quick as I could, who wants to stay there longer than needed." Sirius laughed,
"Yeh you are right, quite an impressive trick you did there, you nearly made Snape fall of his seat. On moment you were sitting next to him and the next you were gone, the look on his face was priceless." Harry remembered from the diaries that Snape was partnered to James in Potions, did this professor have some sort of a mental instability to put to people together who hated each other, then Harry remembered Snape, who tended to take great delight in putting Harry with Malfoy.
"Anything I can do make sure that life doesn't go smoothly." Harry jumped to his feet and gave a mock bow.
"That is the marauders way." Si smiled wickedly and Harry felt a flutter in his chest, he was a marauder even if it was as his father, he was one of the most infamous groups of pranksters in Hogwarts history. Famous for entirely their own merit and not because of some stupid scar. "We should go down for dinner now, if you are feeling better, Reme and Peter were worried, they had wanted to come up as well but I told them that if you were very poorly you would only want to see my handsome face, theirs would just make you worse." Harry laughed, it must have sounded forced because with the mention of Peter, Harry realised that he would have to act like Peter wasn't the bastard that helped murder his family. By far the hardest thing he would have to do.
"Well we can't leave them waiting can we, we have to show them the tales of my death have been greatly exaggerated." Harry instantly regretted saying it, because in only a few years' tales of James' death would be told far and wide. But this must have been something James would have said because Si nodded in agreement never suspecting that the person beside him was not really his best friend but his godson.
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"You have a much easier job than Harry," Dumbledore told James, "We knew this would happen and have prepared a potion that will give you Harry's memories so you can play him fairly easily, but Harry he has no such help he has to go on intuition." James nodded, looking into the mirror that the headmaster had conjured in front of him, the scar on his forehead made him look exactly like the picture of Harry that Dumbledore had shown him. He was having a hard time dealing with the situation, finding out he was to be killed by Voldemorte that he has a son who is the saviour of the word and then having to pretend to be that son, well it was a major mind fuck to put it lightly.
It had been a couple of hours since he had drunk the potion. He thought over Harry's life, his son's life. He had had a shit time of it. 'Those good for nothing muggles need to be taught a lesson.' James thought to himself. There were some memories that James had almost cried over, Cedric's death, and the fact that Harry actually remembered James' own death. That alone was almost worse than knowing that you are going to die, knowing that it is going to haunt your son for life that was what really hurt. James lay on Harry's bed, noting that it was the same one that he had. He was trying to process the memories, work through them just in case there was anything that would cause an extreme reaction. It was a good thing that he did.
James sat up dead straight, 'they had put Sirius in Azkaban, how could they do such a thing? And it was because of me. They thought that Sirius was the person who betrayed them, But Sirius was my best friend he would never in a million years do something like that. But then the real traitor was also one of my best friends.' James thought sadly. He didn't understand how Peter could do this to him, Peter betrayed him. James spared a thought to Harry who would be having to deal with Peter now, pretending that he didn't know that Peter was a traitorous bastard.
There was a sound of feet outside the dorm room, for a moment James thought it would be Si but them realised that it couldn't be, Si was on the run because of wormtail.
"Hey Harry, you feeling better?" Ron called from just outside the curtained off area.
"Yeh Ron, I'm fine now. But since it was almost dinnertime I decided that it wasn't worth going back to class. Though of course I did have a burning desire to sit through History of Magic." Ron giggled.
"I bet you did, well ya didn't miss anything interesting. Except for Hermione taking potions. That was defiantly something to see. She was great at it. But. it was weird of Snape to run of like that."
"Well Snape is always weird,"
"So you don't know why he took you off like that?"
"Nope" and it was the truth James had no idea why Snape would care about Harry, from all the memories it seemed like Snape hated Harry. For that matter, he had no idea why his sudden arrival had not shocked the greasy bastard. The only reason he could think of would be that Snape had been told what was going to happen, but why Snape and none of the other teachers James did not know.
"Oh well, who are we to fathom out the mysteries that are Snape." James nodded in agreement.
"It's just about time for dinner, lets make our way down and meet Hermione." James said.
"Yeh, good idea. I'm starving." Ron said in agreement as he walked out the door. James followed behind smiling; he had passed the first meeting. Maybe he would actually be able to pull this off.
Harry looked into the bathroom mirror, the scar was gone. He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, revelling in how different he looked with out its most prominent feature. Dumbledore had done a superb job of hiding it, Harry had no idea how he had done it but it worked wonders. Harry had just been released from the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey, a much younger version, had treated his sore head. Dumbledore had told Harry all he could about James's present but he didn't know everything, Harry prepared himself for an evening reading his fathers diaries.
Harry lay on his father's bed, his bed now, in a Grifindor dorm room. He could hardly suppress a laugh, Dumbledore defiantly had a sense of humour, James' bed was exactly he same one that Harry had been given. It would make the little charade easier nothing would give him away like going too a different bed by mistake. Harry had pulled the curtains and was getting to know his father.
"Jamie are you here." Sirius called. 'Well let the games begin' Harry thought to himself.
"Hey Si" Which was what his father called him, "I'm in here, I wasn't feeling to great so I went to the infirmary."
"But Jamie you just disappeared. Professor Aqilina was shiting herself. Wondering where you had gone." Harry gave a small laugh.
"In my haste to get to the infirmary I guess I accidentally magicked myself there." Thanking Merlin that Sirius had never read Hogwarts a History and didn't know that aperation and all such forms of transport didn't work within Hogwarts grounds. "Plus I wanted to get out of Potions as quick as I could, who wants to stay there longer than needed." Sirius laughed,
"Yeh you are right, quite an impressive trick you did there, you nearly made Snape fall of his seat. On moment you were sitting next to him and the next you were gone, the look on his face was priceless." Harry remembered from the diaries that Snape was partnered to James in Potions, did this professor have some sort of a mental instability to put to people together who hated each other, then Harry remembered Snape, who tended to take great delight in putting Harry with Malfoy.
"Anything I can do make sure that life doesn't go smoothly." Harry jumped to his feet and gave a mock bow.
"That is the marauders way." Si smiled wickedly and Harry felt a flutter in his chest, he was a marauder even if it was as his father, he was one of the most infamous groups of pranksters in Hogwarts history. Famous for entirely their own merit and not because of some stupid scar. "We should go down for dinner now, if you are feeling better, Reme and Peter were worried, they had wanted to come up as well but I told them that if you were very poorly you would only want to see my handsome face, theirs would just make you worse." Harry laughed, it must have sounded forced because with the mention of Peter, Harry realised that he would have to act like Peter wasn't the bastard that helped murder his family. By far the hardest thing he would have to do.
"Well we can't leave them waiting can we, we have to show them the tales of my death have been greatly exaggerated." Harry instantly regretted saying it, because in only a few years' tales of James' death would be told far and wide. But this must have been something James would have said because Si nodded in agreement never suspecting that the person beside him was not really his best friend but his godson.
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"You have a much easier job than Harry," Dumbledore told James, "We knew this would happen and have prepared a potion that will give you Harry's memories so you can play him fairly easily, but Harry he has no such help he has to go on intuition." James nodded, looking into the mirror that the headmaster had conjured in front of him, the scar on his forehead made him look exactly like the picture of Harry that Dumbledore had shown him. He was having a hard time dealing with the situation, finding out he was to be killed by Voldemorte that he has a son who is the saviour of the word and then having to pretend to be that son, well it was a major mind fuck to put it lightly.
It had been a couple of hours since he had drunk the potion. He thought over Harry's life, his son's life. He had had a shit time of it. 'Those good for nothing muggles need to be taught a lesson.' James thought to himself. There were some memories that James had almost cried over, Cedric's death, and the fact that Harry actually remembered James' own death. That alone was almost worse than knowing that you are going to die, knowing that it is going to haunt your son for life that was what really hurt. James lay on Harry's bed, noting that it was the same one that he had. He was trying to process the memories, work through them just in case there was anything that would cause an extreme reaction. It was a good thing that he did.
James sat up dead straight, 'they had put Sirius in Azkaban, how could they do such a thing? And it was because of me. They thought that Sirius was the person who betrayed them, But Sirius was my best friend he would never in a million years do something like that. But then the real traitor was also one of my best friends.' James thought sadly. He didn't understand how Peter could do this to him, Peter betrayed him. James spared a thought to Harry who would be having to deal with Peter now, pretending that he didn't know that Peter was a traitorous bastard.
There was a sound of feet outside the dorm room, for a moment James thought it would be Si but them realised that it couldn't be, Si was on the run because of wormtail.
"Hey Harry, you feeling better?" Ron called from just outside the curtained off area.
"Yeh Ron, I'm fine now. But since it was almost dinnertime I decided that it wasn't worth going back to class. Though of course I did have a burning desire to sit through History of Magic." Ron giggled.
"I bet you did, well ya didn't miss anything interesting. Except for Hermione taking potions. That was defiantly something to see. She was great at it. But. it was weird of Snape to run of like that."
"Well Snape is always weird,"
"So you don't know why he took you off like that?"
"Nope" and it was the truth James had no idea why Snape would care about Harry, from all the memories it seemed like Snape hated Harry. For that matter, he had no idea why his sudden arrival had not shocked the greasy bastard. The only reason he could think of would be that Snape had been told what was going to happen, but why Snape and none of the other teachers James did not know.
"Oh well, who are we to fathom out the mysteries that are Snape." James nodded in agreement.
"It's just about time for dinner, lets make our way down and meet Hermione." James said.
"Yeh, good idea. I'm starving." Ron said in agreement as he walked out the door. James followed behind smiling; he had passed the first meeting. Maybe he would actually be able to pull this off.