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MOANDA:  Hmm, what the crap was that?  It was the authoress, being evil as usual.  Or do I think to highly of myself.  Maybe.  OH WELL, I don't care.  Yes, Kreacher should be dead, I don't know, maybe I'll figure out a way to kill him off *shrug*. CRAZY!!!  I'm crazy.  Crazy is fun… its amusing to scare ppl, ppl are scared of me at school.  I still haven't figured this out yet.  Maybe its my random outbursts of CORNISH PIXIES in the middle of class.  Yes, that could be it.  DID THEY KIDNAP HARRY?  EVEN I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT.  Well, okay, that's a lie, I do.  I mean, when I wrote this chapter, I didn't know.  But now, since I have gone ahead and written chapter five I DO know.  Fan fiction was broken, I was bored.  What's new?  Will Dumbledore help?  I may just have him die, I don't know.  It depends, he really pissed me off in OotP, I may just take out my vengeance.  That I really don't know.  James is still the heir because its like he's wearing a costume, inside he's still James Potter, but he's looking like Remus, its like the Disillusionment Charm… wow, did I spell that right?  DD didn't know because NO ONE knew.  The only one's who knew were in on it.  Like Dung.  But, they thought that he didn't go through with it. Why did I write such an insanely long response to your review?  I really don't know.  I like you and I'm bored.  Keep reviewing for the sake of my weak sanity.

ALI- WEEEE!  She likes me, she really likes me.  I'm original…. I'm so proud.  Well, have fun reading this chappie!

MUSICGRL-  I'm DIFFERENT!  *does different, very different happy dance*  *bows to applause*  I have heard that before, cannon… and I'm so proud of being good at it.  I know, Lucy needs to die… but unfortunately… I am not going to kill him off.  Don't ask me why… well who knows, I always end up changing my mind.  In fact, don't' listen to me, at all.  The only thing you should pay attention to is the story.  Oh and I can tell.  Thanks for your praise!

A  L I T T L E  N O T E: I went back and read OotP for the cough-third-cough time.  And I realized that I have already made a mistake in this story that doesn't fit with the book.  However, it was only one line so it doesn't effect the fic much.  Though that topic does get spoken of a tad in this chapter.  It was the part about Lucius and them not going to Azkaban when they did.  So just pretend I never said that lil bit… okay?  In this chapter I've clarified that they HAVE gone to Azkaban and escaped.  Righty Poo!  Oh and one more thing.  I was thinking of making this a series.  Each would take place in a different time period with a different Marauder including Lily.  I was so bored the other day I actually made a time-line that I think is accurate.  If Snivellus is 36 that means that MWPP are from 35-37 so given that book five took place in 1996, as does my fic, then I have the exact dates for all the times when the fics would take place.  Aren't a lil girl with no life?  I would title them like this…. It Was Only Mentioned: J-96 meaning James, 1996.  I have already started Sirius's because I am basically done with this fic, I've already written the last two chapters…just need some fillers and to tweak those two.  It will be called It Was Only Mentioned: S-81….wow try to figure out what his revolves around.  Lol!  Well this should be called an Enormously Absurd Long Note instead of a Little Note…but Oh well, it's a short chapter, you'll live. 

D I S C L A I M E R: *looks at student ID*  My names isn't JK.  *all the stalkers go to cross out JKs name*  Well, I just narrowed it down didn't I?

R A T I N G: PG-13, angst is what I do best. 

 Chapter Four—Malfoy Manor and the Riddle House

Part One: Malfoy Manor

            An old house elf wearing nothing but a loin cloth was standing in front of a large desk talking to a blonde woman with an upturned nose.

            His voice was harsh and croaked, not unlike a toad, "Kreacher saw the half-blood talking to himself.  Kreacher heard Master Lupin talking in his sleep.  Kreacher knows that he is a blood-traitor.  Kreacher heard him say things that he should not be saying.  Things that would stop Mistress Malfoy, cousin to my dear mistress.  Oh my poor mistress, if only she could see."

            Narcissa waved an impatient hand for the elf to continue, "Go on Kreacher."

            Kreacher hitched up his loin cloth, "Kreacher says that master is dreaming, it is not real.  But Kreacher could not help noticing, mistress Malfoy, that Master Lupin said things in his waking when he thought no one was listening.  But Kreacher is a good house elf and listened for his Mistress.  Kreacher saw Master Lupin act differently when he was by himself, not quiet.  Then he spoke differently to.  Kreacher thought that Mistress Malfoy must know."

            Narcissa nodded, "Good Kreacher.  Go now, someone will surely be looking for you."

            "Kreacher cannot bear to see his Mistresses things destroyed, can't imagine what she'd think.  Kreacher does not want to go back to Master Black's house.  Kreacher must not, Master Black said that I must go," Kreacher mumbled under his breath, but never the less he left, knowing that he had to return to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black before long.  A cruel smile contorted Narcissa's lips, she knew Lucius would be pleased, the Dark Lord would be pleased.  The door swung open and her son walked in, looking sullen. 

            "Mum, have you seen my broom?" Draco asked, menacingly.

            Narcissa glared at her son, "No, afraid I haven't.  Checked your closet?  Ask your father when he gets home…"  But at that moment the door opened once more and Lucius Malfoy walked in, wearing a long dark green cloak that could have been black if you looked at it from another direction.

            "Ask me what?" Malfoy asked in his draw of a voice.

            "Draki's lost his broom!" Narcissa squealed.  "Anyway, we'll have to look for it later, I must talk to your father, Draco.  Please leave!" she said to her son.  Draco mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'I'm old enough to know for myself', stuffed his fists in his jean pockets, and slammed the door behind him.

            "What is it Narcissa?" Lucius said anxiously to his wife, greedily clutching the edge of the desk that Narcissa was sitting at so that their faces were inches apart.

            Narcissa's smile widened, "That house elf, Kreacher, has been to see me again."

            "What did he say?"

            "He told me something very interesting," she twirled her wand on short pearly white fingers adorned in numerous expensive rings.  "Something about, Potter."

            "What would he have to say about Harry Potter?  He hasn't seen him since June has he?" Lucius asked quizzically.

            "Not Harry Potter, James Potter," she put her wand down waiting for her husbands reaction to these words. 

            Her husband nervously twitched and loosened his tie, "James?  What, why?"

            "He's alive, in the werewolf's body, a Switching Spell I believe the elf said," Narcissa said quietly.  Her husband's face was contorted into emotions of fear, excitement, and worry. 

            He lifted up his diamond adorned walking stick and stood up swiftly, "I've got to tell the Dark Lord.  Immediately, do you understand what this means Narcissa?  We've got to get rid of him, NOW!"  He apparated out of the office after giving his wife a small peck on the cheek and a mutter of thank you with an airy pop.  It had not been the reaction that she was expecting, she was hoping, daring to hope for, attention.  Lucius had been so busy, her son was being a prat, and she almost felt sorry for the Potters.  ALMOST being the key word.  She had all faith in the Dark Lord, look at everything he had given her and her family, but yet, he had taken away so much too.  Narcissa sighed, took up her wand, and put it into the pocket of her robes.  She walked over to the mirror and admired her reflection, it always made her happy, seeing her own face.  She was gorgeous and she knew it.  She strode over to the door and made a move to open it.

            On the other side Draco hastily gathered up a long flesh-colored string that he had confiscated from the Weasley twins during his brief period on the Inquisitorial Squad the previous year.  He had heard them call them Extendable Ears and immediately had tried them out on his parents' door the first night home, hearing his father talk of plans that Voldemort had.  He thought they were, though he would never admit it, ingenious.  'The Weasley's may not live in a bin for much longer, at least not the twins,' he thought to himself.  'Though they will be among the first to die,' Draco relished in this thought for a moment and then turned to head up to his room before his mum could find him here, suspiciously standing outside the study door.  

Part Two: The Riddle House

            "Let him in Wormtail," said a high-pitched, menacing voice.  There was a scurrying sound and the click of a door as Wormtail let Lucius into the drawing room of the Riddle house.  "Ah, Lucius, what brings you to my father's humble establishment?" there was an air of sarcasm and resent in his voice and Lucius winced slightly, though Voldemort did not notice.

            "I have interesting news for you, my Lord, considering the Potters," Lucius said in the midst of an elaborate bow.  Voldemort sat up in his chair so that he was now on the very edge of it, a gruesome expression like that of a little boy on Christmas graced his face.  His pupil-less red eyes stared down on Lucius from his perch on the arm chair.  Voldemort made a motion for Lucius to continue and he did, "Sir, we have information that James Potter is alive."

            Voldemort looked disappointed, "Impossible, you know that I murdered him with my own wand.  I know that he is dead.  Are you saying that I am a liar?  After all I did for you Lucius, I helped you escape from Azkaban after the ministry so kindly placed you there.  I gave your family wealth beyond anything.  And this is how you thank me, by calling me a liar."  His voice was not angry, on the contrary, it was pleasant. As pleasant as he could make it.

            "No, n-no!  It was a Switching Spell, he is in Lupin's body!" Lucius recovered, bracing himself for a blast from Voldemort's wand.  Wormtail cowered in the corner, waiting for it to come, as though Voldemort would suddenly change his mind, whip around, and hit him.  But Voldemort merely stroked his pale, pointed chin, waiting for Lucius to say something more. 

            When Lucius only stood there, waiting for Voldemort to curse him, he smiled a horrible smile, "Lucius, this could pose a terrible problem for me, you realize?  Of course you do, the numerous times I have lectured you and your fellow Death Eaters on it in the past.  You must go and get him, he must be stopped before everything that I have worked for, for the past fifty years is ruined.  Do you want that to happen, Lucius?"

            "No!  I mean, no my Lord!  I will do as you wish," he said as he backed away in a bow.  The normally confident, domineering, and menacing Lucius was shaking, his knuckles white with rage and fear.  Wormtail stood up to shut the door behind Lucius and Lucius apparated as quickly as possible with a barely audible pop out of the Riddle house.

*back where we were*

…………."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 his shoulder, Lucius took James's  wand pocketing his own, muttered a spell, and they were both gone.  As they quickly spun to their destination James could still feel hand of Lucius on his shoulder.  He wanted nothing more than to rip it off and return back to the Ministry of Magic, get to Dumbledore, and save his son, his only living memory.  But he knew he couldn't do it.  Lucius was cleverly disguised, the Ministry would never be the wiser.  He was still a werewolf in their eyes and he always would be.  They can't have Harry, they can't, he reassured himself.  It was impossible, he knew the protections that lay in Harry's and Petunia's blood, he knew of it all.  They were bluffing, but there was nothing he could do to get away now. 

            They landed at a tall dark house that James had only heard mention of.  The windows were broken and the walls were covered in thick ivy, off to the corner was a garden shed that looked as though it could have once been a living quarters.  The shed, though it was slightly less worse for wear than the main house, was creaking ominously in the high wind that had sprung up from a storm.  They were at the Riddle House, a place that he knew had been seeped in mystery and fear to the villagers of Little Hangleton for over fifty years, since Tom had killed his father and grandparents. 

            "Overshot the landing, did you Lucius?  Never were much for things such as aparating were you?  You were a bit older than me at Hogwarts weren't you?  Didn't get to torment you like I did your lovely wife Narcissa," James hissed.  He was trying to provoke Lucius to say anything that might be a hint as to his son's whereabouts, though he knew it was a futile attempt.  They were in the yard, and James knew well enough that he had meant to land in the house.  But carrying an unwilling person with you often caused such landings to occur.  Actually, considering how unwilling James was to go, Lucius did a pretty decent job.  At least they didn't land in Hangleton as had been the case with another captive.

            Rain fell pleasantly on their heads, it had been nearly ninety degrees outside, but with the rain it could have dropped to at least seventy, and James was glad for the relief.  Lucius's grip did not loosen and James was starting to lose feeling in his arm, the tips of his fingers were slowly turning a dark brown purple.  Lucius turned James around and they ventured through the weed-ridden lawn, up to the front door.  Two dementors stood guard at the door, shivering, distant screams filled his mind, but he blocked them out with years of practice.  They had reached the intricate door where they entered without so much as a warning they had arrived, a hissing sound from the corner, and a cry from a room far above that James recognized so well.  He cringed, a swell of rage rising inside him that it almost erupted in a scream from his mouth.  Peter was here, the reason he was now a werewolf, the reason his wife and two best friends were dead. . . . .

            "Dad!" James heard someone call through the house.  He whipped around, it was Harry calling him, Harry was here, NO!  It couldn't be, but there he was standing in front of James. 

I'm so evil I make myself cringe!!!  I left you another cliffy, Muahahahahaa!  Please vote on the series idea.  I will probably continue with it, even if you don't want me too, but it will be nice to know that I've got supporters.  :D

**with love from Sirius, his sheep, and Lilolu**