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Jessi Black: Sorry it's confusing!! But if it's good and confusing then
maybe that's okay! :D Yeah, it all works in my head so I can only hope it
works in yours too.
Golden*Faerey: *bows* Thank you! I've updated I did it!! Here's another chapter too!
Rhys: *wonders what it means, and hopes its good* Thanks!
Moanda: *rocks back and forth like Dobby* Noo, ma'am. ;)
Jenbachand: Heehee, thanks!!
A L I T T L E N O T E: Right, this took me a good long time and I really still am not too fond of it. b/c Barnes and Nobles hates me, my thoughts are now stuck in an Irish accent and WILL NOT stop. someone slap me please.
D I S C L A I M E R: Do I look like JK Rowling? Oh wait that's right, you can't see me, so I may just very well be her. But JK wouldn't be an IDIOT and misspell Grimmauld would she??
R A T I N G: PG-13, I don't know why, it just is.
C H A P T E R T H R E E: James
James, watched his son leave his room, leaving only a screeching owl in the corner and an unmade bed. He felt a pang of hunger in his stomach and put the mirror down, muttering the counter-spell that made the mirror reflect the room around him instead of Harry's. He stood up, sifting his fingers through his hair. 'Damn, Harry had to remind me of that habit didn't he?' he whispered to himself.
He pat Beaky on the head and opened the door, and walked down the dark, damp hallway of Grimmauld Place again, this time, his spirits were lifted. He had told someone, he wasn't alone anymore, and best of all, Harry believed him. He smiled, he had to. His life was finally turning around since that Halloween fifteen years ago. The hell he had gone through for all those years was finally receding to a dull burn in the very deepest of his soul. He sighed in years worth of relief.
James was coming to the threshold of the steps and he bounded down them as if he was going to see Sirius or Remus jumping out of the corner tackling him. But when he reached the middle step he remembered that they were dead. Preoccupied with his thoughts, James tripped down the steps, falling the rest of the way.
"Ow!" he exclaimed rubbing his head. It was the second time that he'd hit his head hard in the past two hours and he was sure that it was splitting open.
Everyone who'd been in the dining room having a meeting scrambled out, tripping over each other, a few of them falling themselves, "You alright, Remus?" said one of the people. Remus looked up to see Molly Weasley looking down on him with stern but kind eyes.
"Fine Mol," he said before he could stop himself. 'Remus would never call her Mol! Damn James! You can't go around acting like yourself again!' he yelled in his mind at himself. "Y! Molly!" he attempted to recover himself but it was pointless, everyone had heard.
"You sure you're alright Remus?" Molly repeated through raised eyebrows.
James nodded vigorously, "Just fine, you know, thought I'd come down for some breakfast. Some coffee, something to, er, perk me up!" But all of the others were staring at him now. 'To hell with it! They're in the Order and it was the Order's idea in the first place! Although they did decided that it was a bad idea. Oh well, I'm telling' "Right, we need to talk," he pointed them into the kitchen. Molly lead the way, followed closely by Tonks, Mundungus, Arabella Figg, and a few other witches and wizards that belonged to the Order. He followed them into the kitchen, looked quickly into the hallway, up and then down, and shut the door. "Right," he said, rocking on his heels. 'Act like Remus, act like Remus,' he told himself.
"Everyone," James began, his eyes looking at each person sitting around him. "I, there's.. There's something that I've been keeping from you all, well the only one's who know the truth are, well, dead. We can't bring them back, but, but you see, the person you think who died didn't." James was saying all this very hurriedly, trying to get it out as quickly as possible. Tonks looked at James/Remus with intent eyes, what was he talking about?
"Who's not dead? Remus," Tonks said, pleadingly.
James took a deep breath, "James didn't die, I didn't die."
Molly laughed, but only half-heartedly, "Of course you're not dead, you're sitting right there."
James sighed, "No Mol, I'm James."
Mundungus's eyes filled with realization, "Oh no, no, you did it didn't you? Even though you told me you didn't, you did. Why did you lie, James, James? Uh Oh, oooohhh." James nodded.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Tonks exclaimed. "That's not James it's Remus!"
James shook his head, "No! Remus died, in my body." And he relived the tale that he already told once that morning. "Don't you get it? It was Remus's last wish, I couldn't ignore it. But with Remus gone and Voldemort back, it seems like the prophecy could be fulfilled any day now. I had to tell someone. Sirius is dead, Peter is who knows where, Remus is gone, I'm alone, living in a werewolf's body! I couldn't live like that anymore!"
"Remus," Molly began but James cut her off.
"No, Mol. J-A-M-E-S, James."
"Oh my, your voice!" Tonks exclaimed, because indeed it had changed. It was slowly going back to James's old south London accent. Shifting quietly from Remus's northern country pronunciation.
James smiled, his voice had been one of the hardest things to hide. Of course Remus was quiet anyway, so it hadn't been that much of a hassle. But when he was in public, and talking he had to be very careful. Few people remembered Remus's voice anyway but he was finally able to use his own again.
"It's the only thing that Lily forgot to switch. She's bloody brilliant at that charm though isn't she? Or was I guess," he looked down at his feet now, the tears were brimming again. He slammed his fist on the table and the others looked on at him in shock.
Tonks stared at him, Remus or James, whoever he was. She hadn't known James very well. She'd met him a few times as a young girl. She was about seven, her older cousin had introduced him to her, then again she saw him when she was ten but that was all she remembered. But here he was, she had known him for a almost three years, but she had thought he was another person, someone else entirely. "Rem- James, we've got to tell Dumbledore, about the prophecy, I mean he's got to know!"
Molly nodded in agreement, "Yes, and what about Harry."
James looked at her, then blushed, "Oh, well, I already told Harry. I had to, he's my son!"
"James! Dumbledore may not have wanted you to tell him!" Tonks said.
Mundungus spoke up, "But Tonks, he said himself, he made the mistake of keeping things from Harry. James had a chance, to let him know what he was up against. I think that he made the right choice!"
A voice spoke up from the shadows, "Oh, yes. You made the right choice, James." Dumbledore came out of the shadows, looking at the group who had all jumped at his voice.
Molly gasped, clutching her chest, "Dumbledore, don't ever do that again! You gave us all such a fright!"
Dumbledore's usual smile and twinkle in his eye was glittering, "Sorry Molly dear, but I had to. You see, I have been suspecting something from Remus here for a while now. He was different now than he used to be. And yet, his actions were so familiar so I didn't think much of it. Hello James." James waved, smiling. Glad that he didn't have to explain all over again.
"Dumbledore, I told Harry. I had to, he was - is - the only person I have left!" James pleaded, and to his great relief Dumbledore nodded.
He folded his long fingers together, "Yes, it was good that you told him. He needed to know that his father's soul lives on. Never thought I'd see you alive again James."
"Ah, see here is the mysterious paradox, you aren't s e e i n g me alive are you?" James smirked playfully. Well it was the truth he still looked like Remus, and he still turned into a werewolf each full moon. He didn't have any untidy hair or glasses on his nose. Not that that wasn't an improvement but still, they were a part of him.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Yes, the paradox. Evil blighter it is, isn't it?"
"So is there anything edible around here?" asked James looking around at the people, wanting things to be like they used to be, but he realized that things would never be the same. They still saw him as Remus.
***
Harry had to laugh on the inside at the look on his uncle's face. It was a mixture of fear, anger, resentment, and pure, untouched fury, did I mention anger? "Ha, right, you haven't got a father, dimwit! He's dead, killed by that dark wizard."
Harry smirked, "Remember the three people who came up to you at the end of term, at the train station?"
A shiver passed over his uncle, "Y-y-yes."
"Well the one, the younger man. With the sandy hair."
"The man who looked too-thin?"
Harry glared at his uncle, "At least he isn't too fat!" He snapped back, Uncle Vernon staring at him. "Well, he's my father!"
Aunt Petunia looked at him, "No he isn't, I knew your father. You look just like him!"
"There was magic involved, he switched bodies with his best friend!" the table was very quiet.
The silence was finally broken with Uncle Vernon's doubtful chuckle, "Right, okay. We'll believe that! So when are you moving out with your dad?" His voice was sarcastic and cold.
Harry didn't know, or even sure if he was moving out at all, "I'm not sure."
"Some dad that is," muttered Uncle Vernon, going back to his paper as if nothing had happened. Harry looked down at his toast that Aunt Petunia had thrown onto his plate, oh well, it never lasted long, his weapons against his family, the only family he had left. But then he thought about it, no, no, he had his dad again and suddenly his morning seemed alright again.
***
"Remus!" Dung called through the house, forgetting about the portrait of Sirius's mother. She wailed through the hallway (MUDBLOODS, HALF- BLOODS, MUDBLOOD LOVING TRAITORS OF YOUR HERITAGE!!!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT!!) and Remus helped Mundungus put the curtain back over her painting. "Damn woman! I KNEW YOU! YOU NASTY DEVIL!" Mundungus yelled at the painting.
As soon as she shut-up they tip toed out of the hallway and into the living room, "So Dung, what exactly did you want with me at the cost of hear that wench scream bloody murder?"
"Dumbledore needs you James. Says something about going to get Harry or something. You've got to go to his office at the school. Just head over to the Ministry and apparate from there. Some idiot called about the banging noises. The Please men couldn't find the house, but still, can't be too careful can we?" Mundungus explained quickly. James nodded and walked hurriedly out of the house.
The bright sunlight hit him in the face, he shaded his eyes and walked down to the London Underground. When he got to the ministry he walked up into the phone booth.
The cool woman's voice said, "Hello, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business at the Ministry."
James thought for a moment, then said quickly, "Remus Lupin, I need to use the Floo station."
"Thank you, please take your badge and pin it to your cloak," a clanking noise was heard as the badge fell into the coin release. "You will be required to go through a search at the security desk in which you'll need to present your wand for examination. Thank you and have a good day!"
"Go," James muttered under his breath. As he spoke he fell slowly away into the dark on the lift. It clanked loudly and he finally arrived on the correct floor. He did his business at the Security Desk and then went over to the Aparating Cubicle in which wizards could come and go with out fear of aparating onto one another.
"Remus," said a cold voice behind him. "I need a word, now." A hand clamped over his shoulder, long white fingers clutching his cloak.
James turned to look at the man who was gripping him so tightly, "Ah, Lucius yes, well can't, dreadful sorry. Er, not really. Got an urgent meeting with Dumbledore!"
"Oh you'll do what I say, if you want your son to stay safe," the last few words were dropped down to a barely audible whisper. James glared at Lucius.
"You can't touch Harry!" James said in an angry murmur. Then he added, "Damn that house elf."
Lucius smiled, "Alright, fine then. But you don't know that he isn't even at his aunt and uncles anymore, is he? He's on his way, to see you."
"You're lying!"
"Oh am I?" but Lucius didn't wait for an answer. He steered James out of the way of an oncoming apparater, then still clutching James's shoulder, Lucius took James's wand pocketing his own, muttered a spell, and they were both gone.
ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER? Where am I today? Oh that's right, right here. But the story's waaaaay over there...I don't know how it got there.... *runs after story*
**with love from Sirius and his sheep**
** oh and Lilolu too**
Golden*Faerey: *bows* Thank you! I've updated I did it!! Here's another chapter too!
Rhys: *wonders what it means, and hopes its good* Thanks!
Moanda: *rocks back and forth like Dobby* Noo, ma'am. ;)
Jenbachand: Heehee, thanks!!
A L I T T L E N O T E: Right, this took me a good long time and I really still am not too fond of it. b/c Barnes and Nobles hates me, my thoughts are now stuck in an Irish accent and WILL NOT stop. someone slap me please.
D I S C L A I M E R: Do I look like JK Rowling? Oh wait that's right, you can't see me, so I may just very well be her. But JK wouldn't be an IDIOT and misspell Grimmauld would she??
R A T I N G: PG-13, I don't know why, it just is.
C H A P T E R T H R E E: James
James, watched his son leave his room, leaving only a screeching owl in the corner and an unmade bed. He felt a pang of hunger in his stomach and put the mirror down, muttering the counter-spell that made the mirror reflect the room around him instead of Harry's. He stood up, sifting his fingers through his hair. 'Damn, Harry had to remind me of that habit didn't he?' he whispered to himself.
He pat Beaky on the head and opened the door, and walked down the dark, damp hallway of Grimmauld Place again, this time, his spirits were lifted. He had told someone, he wasn't alone anymore, and best of all, Harry believed him. He smiled, he had to. His life was finally turning around since that Halloween fifteen years ago. The hell he had gone through for all those years was finally receding to a dull burn in the very deepest of his soul. He sighed in years worth of relief.
James was coming to the threshold of the steps and he bounded down them as if he was going to see Sirius or Remus jumping out of the corner tackling him. But when he reached the middle step he remembered that they were dead. Preoccupied with his thoughts, James tripped down the steps, falling the rest of the way.
"Ow!" he exclaimed rubbing his head. It was the second time that he'd hit his head hard in the past two hours and he was sure that it was splitting open.
Everyone who'd been in the dining room having a meeting scrambled out, tripping over each other, a few of them falling themselves, "You alright, Remus?" said one of the people. Remus looked up to see Molly Weasley looking down on him with stern but kind eyes.
"Fine Mol," he said before he could stop himself. 'Remus would never call her Mol! Damn James! You can't go around acting like yourself again!' he yelled in his mind at himself. "Y! Molly!" he attempted to recover himself but it was pointless, everyone had heard.
"You sure you're alright Remus?" Molly repeated through raised eyebrows.
James nodded vigorously, "Just fine, you know, thought I'd come down for some breakfast. Some coffee, something to, er, perk me up!" But all of the others were staring at him now. 'To hell with it! They're in the Order and it was the Order's idea in the first place! Although they did decided that it was a bad idea. Oh well, I'm telling' "Right, we need to talk," he pointed them into the kitchen. Molly lead the way, followed closely by Tonks, Mundungus, Arabella Figg, and a few other witches and wizards that belonged to the Order. He followed them into the kitchen, looked quickly into the hallway, up and then down, and shut the door. "Right," he said, rocking on his heels. 'Act like Remus, act like Remus,' he told himself.
"Everyone," James began, his eyes looking at each person sitting around him. "I, there's.. There's something that I've been keeping from you all, well the only one's who know the truth are, well, dead. We can't bring them back, but, but you see, the person you think who died didn't." James was saying all this very hurriedly, trying to get it out as quickly as possible. Tonks looked at James/Remus with intent eyes, what was he talking about?
"Who's not dead? Remus," Tonks said, pleadingly.
James took a deep breath, "James didn't die, I didn't die."
Molly laughed, but only half-heartedly, "Of course you're not dead, you're sitting right there."
James sighed, "No Mol, I'm James."
Mundungus's eyes filled with realization, "Oh no, no, you did it didn't you? Even though you told me you didn't, you did. Why did you lie, James, James? Uh Oh, oooohhh." James nodded.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Tonks exclaimed. "That's not James it's Remus!"
James shook his head, "No! Remus died, in my body." And he relived the tale that he already told once that morning. "Don't you get it? It was Remus's last wish, I couldn't ignore it. But with Remus gone and Voldemort back, it seems like the prophecy could be fulfilled any day now. I had to tell someone. Sirius is dead, Peter is who knows where, Remus is gone, I'm alone, living in a werewolf's body! I couldn't live like that anymore!"
"Remus," Molly began but James cut her off.
"No, Mol. J-A-M-E-S, James."
"Oh my, your voice!" Tonks exclaimed, because indeed it had changed. It was slowly going back to James's old south London accent. Shifting quietly from Remus's northern country pronunciation.
James smiled, his voice had been one of the hardest things to hide. Of course Remus was quiet anyway, so it hadn't been that much of a hassle. But when he was in public, and talking he had to be very careful. Few people remembered Remus's voice anyway but he was finally able to use his own again.
"It's the only thing that Lily forgot to switch. She's bloody brilliant at that charm though isn't she? Or was I guess," he looked down at his feet now, the tears were brimming again. He slammed his fist on the table and the others looked on at him in shock.
Tonks stared at him, Remus or James, whoever he was. She hadn't known James very well. She'd met him a few times as a young girl. She was about seven, her older cousin had introduced him to her, then again she saw him when she was ten but that was all she remembered. But here he was, she had known him for a almost three years, but she had thought he was another person, someone else entirely. "Rem- James, we've got to tell Dumbledore, about the prophecy, I mean he's got to know!"
Molly nodded in agreement, "Yes, and what about Harry."
James looked at her, then blushed, "Oh, well, I already told Harry. I had to, he's my son!"
"James! Dumbledore may not have wanted you to tell him!" Tonks said.
Mundungus spoke up, "But Tonks, he said himself, he made the mistake of keeping things from Harry. James had a chance, to let him know what he was up against. I think that he made the right choice!"
A voice spoke up from the shadows, "Oh, yes. You made the right choice, James." Dumbledore came out of the shadows, looking at the group who had all jumped at his voice.
Molly gasped, clutching her chest, "Dumbledore, don't ever do that again! You gave us all such a fright!"
Dumbledore's usual smile and twinkle in his eye was glittering, "Sorry Molly dear, but I had to. You see, I have been suspecting something from Remus here for a while now. He was different now than he used to be. And yet, his actions were so familiar so I didn't think much of it. Hello James." James waved, smiling. Glad that he didn't have to explain all over again.
"Dumbledore, I told Harry. I had to, he was - is - the only person I have left!" James pleaded, and to his great relief Dumbledore nodded.
He folded his long fingers together, "Yes, it was good that you told him. He needed to know that his father's soul lives on. Never thought I'd see you alive again James."
"Ah, see here is the mysterious paradox, you aren't s e e i n g me alive are you?" James smirked playfully. Well it was the truth he still looked like Remus, and he still turned into a werewolf each full moon. He didn't have any untidy hair or glasses on his nose. Not that that wasn't an improvement but still, they were a part of him.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Yes, the paradox. Evil blighter it is, isn't it?"
"So is there anything edible around here?" asked James looking around at the people, wanting things to be like they used to be, but he realized that things would never be the same. They still saw him as Remus.
***
Harry had to laugh on the inside at the look on his uncle's face. It was a mixture of fear, anger, resentment, and pure, untouched fury, did I mention anger? "Ha, right, you haven't got a father, dimwit! He's dead, killed by that dark wizard."
Harry smirked, "Remember the three people who came up to you at the end of term, at the train station?"
A shiver passed over his uncle, "Y-y-yes."
"Well the one, the younger man. With the sandy hair."
"The man who looked too-thin?"
Harry glared at his uncle, "At least he isn't too fat!" He snapped back, Uncle Vernon staring at him. "Well, he's my father!"
Aunt Petunia looked at him, "No he isn't, I knew your father. You look just like him!"
"There was magic involved, he switched bodies with his best friend!" the table was very quiet.
The silence was finally broken with Uncle Vernon's doubtful chuckle, "Right, okay. We'll believe that! So when are you moving out with your dad?" His voice was sarcastic and cold.
Harry didn't know, or even sure if he was moving out at all, "I'm not sure."
"Some dad that is," muttered Uncle Vernon, going back to his paper as if nothing had happened. Harry looked down at his toast that Aunt Petunia had thrown onto his plate, oh well, it never lasted long, his weapons against his family, the only family he had left. But then he thought about it, no, no, he had his dad again and suddenly his morning seemed alright again.
***
"Remus!" Dung called through the house, forgetting about the portrait of Sirius's mother. She wailed through the hallway (MUDBLOODS, HALF- BLOODS, MUDBLOOD LOVING TRAITORS OF YOUR HERITAGE!!!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT!!) and Remus helped Mundungus put the curtain back over her painting. "Damn woman! I KNEW YOU! YOU NASTY DEVIL!" Mundungus yelled at the painting.
As soon as she shut-up they tip toed out of the hallway and into the living room, "So Dung, what exactly did you want with me at the cost of hear that wench scream bloody murder?"
"Dumbledore needs you James. Says something about going to get Harry or something. You've got to go to his office at the school. Just head over to the Ministry and apparate from there. Some idiot called about the banging noises. The Please men couldn't find the house, but still, can't be too careful can we?" Mundungus explained quickly. James nodded and walked hurriedly out of the house.
The bright sunlight hit him in the face, he shaded his eyes and walked down to the London Underground. When he got to the ministry he walked up into the phone booth.
The cool woman's voice said, "Hello, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business at the Ministry."
James thought for a moment, then said quickly, "Remus Lupin, I need to use the Floo station."
"Thank you, please take your badge and pin it to your cloak," a clanking noise was heard as the badge fell into the coin release. "You will be required to go through a search at the security desk in which you'll need to present your wand for examination. Thank you and have a good day!"
"Go," James muttered under his breath. As he spoke he fell slowly away into the dark on the lift. It clanked loudly and he finally arrived on the correct floor. He did his business at the Security Desk and then went over to the Aparating Cubicle in which wizards could come and go with out fear of aparating onto one another.
"Remus," said a cold voice behind him. "I need a word, now." A hand clamped over his shoulder, long white fingers clutching his cloak.
James turned to look at the man who was gripping him so tightly, "Ah, Lucius yes, well can't, dreadful sorry. Er, not really. Got an urgent meeting with Dumbledore!"
"Oh you'll do what I say, if you want your son to stay safe," the last few words were dropped down to a barely audible whisper. James glared at Lucius.
"You can't touch Harry!" James said in an angry murmur. Then he added, "Damn that house elf."
Lucius smiled, "Alright, fine then. But you don't know that he isn't even at his aunt and uncles anymore, is he? He's on his way, to see you."
"You're lying!"
"Oh am I?" but Lucius didn't wait for an answer. He steered James out of the way of an oncoming apparater, then still clutching James's shoulder, Lucius took James's wand pocketing his own, muttered a spell, and they were both gone.
ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER? Where am I today? Oh that's right, right here. But the story's waaaaay over there...I don't know how it got there.... *runs after story*
**with love from Sirius and his sheep**
** oh and Lilolu too**
