Responses:
Canimal *pokes evil Lucius to death* AHHH, I want to kill him off so bad! But I can't b/c it doesn't fit so oh well! Yeah, he's really James.
Lily-Pad Thank you! I made someone cry? My goal has been accomplished!! LOL, not really, I mean, I do that all day at work. Though that's not my fault…. I mean I just want to play Candy Land with the little kids, it's not MY fault they cry when I ask them. They are getting surgery after all.
Lovestruckbyanelf: Yeah, it even confuses me sometimes. I keep thinking, CRAP, people are going to hate this because it's too confusing. But so far it's been going pretty good. Thanks for your compliments.
Kantomon: I didn't think it was that sad when I wrote it, but I guess you have a different opinion when you write it. Although I did write a story that scared me. It's really said, I had nightmares about a story I wrote.
Jhu123: Thanks!
Captain Jack Sparrow: I like cliffhangers, they're fun to write! ;)
Padfoot the Marauder: I am I am!
Faded Nights: *smirks* I'm still having trouble believing that I made ppl cry.
Jessi Black: LOL, I did ask you a question down at the bottom.
Kookiez: I want at least a couple flames! The only thing remotely close to a flame was what Zel wrote. And she was pointing out mistakes I made.
Elfmoon87: LOL, maybe you're a… CLAIRVOYANT! Okay, how about no. Sorry, random thing from Sweet Home Alabama. *sd* Thanks though!
Zel: I'm 14 years old. Me saying that Ron was the youngest was just a typo, I most likely had wanted to put in the word boy after that and my mom called me away and I forgot to write the word. You are right, I should have mentioned the fact that I got the idea from them. But it was mostly just the basic theory and the Switching Spell part. But yes, I should have put that in my disclaimer, I just kinda figured ppl would know. Oh well, someone shoot me for assuming. ((When you assume you make an ass out of u and me)) What was not so great about it? Just wondering. I want to be a professional author and plan on double majoring in Creative Writing and Childhood Development. So, any advice you have would be wonderful. I am open to any criticism as this is only the second thing remotely close to a flame I had received. I thought this was going to be the most flamed story ever. And since you are so keen on asking me, I'll ask you, how old are you. And also why were you wondering? I'm just curious. Well, all in all, thank you for responding, so far I have made four mistakes, ONE: putting in that disclaimer in the beginning, some things are really mistakes. TWO: James did know who was the Secret Keeper. THREE: Ron is not the youngest Weasley, but he is the youngest Weasley boy so I think that was just a typo. FOURE: Not mentioning the WWP's guide. It really was just a forgetful mistake on my part. I didn't mean to take all the credit for myself. I PROMISE. So don't think that I am some person who just didn't say it because she wanted all the credit, that's NOT true. Thank you for reviewing and I have no idea how this got to be so long.
PS When you said that my writing has improved in a short period of time, did you mean from the first chapter or my first fic?
Tintalu: I have finished it. I was so proud when I did. Really this is the best you've read? Wow.
Slytherin's Snake: Thank you.
Lilly Black: Thanks! But you know, I've surprisingly found Sirius the hardest character EVER to write. I'm working on the sequel to this fic which focuses on Sirius and I'm finding it hard.
Canimal *again, though I'm not complaining* AND HERE IT IS!!!!
Canimal *see above*: Oh no? Why oh no???
A Little Note: *blink* Where did all these reviews come from? It's like being hit with a bat. *oof* Wow…I'm so glad that you all like it!
Disclaimer:
-Okay, I should have done this from the very beginning. ALL CHARACTERS ARE © OF JK ROWLING.
-The idea for the switching spell with Remus and James came from WWP's guide. The plot is MINE. Okay? Is anyone extremely pissed at me? I hope not. I just forgot to do it is all. I read the guide a few months and had the idea then. It just kind of left my mind that I was supposed to put in a disclaimer. I also assumed the whole thing that most ppl knew about it and thus I made an ass of myself. *please see the response to Zel's review* Why do I feel so guilty? *shuffles feet and expects flames*
Chapter Six- Memories
"What?" James found himself whispering to them, standing there. "L-like Riddle?" A shudder passed through the house, its floor boards creaked and the pipes croaked. James had known about Harry's confrontation with Riddle's memory, someone had told him, somewhere. But right now he wasn't sure how or what had happened because his mind was elsewhere.
"No, not like Riddle. We are, your memories," another shudder passed through the house at the mention of Riddle's name.
James rubbed his eyes, as if waiting for them to disappear, "Then what?"
Lily smiled at him, "Oh, James, I've missed you so much."
"I know, I have too. But Lily, I need to know!" he said to her in the calmest voice he could muster.
Remus smiled, "Fine then. Sit." And James sat on the floor, he was sitting on the floor with his dead wife and best friend. "The walls of this house are seeped in old magic, of course, it is unknown magic. This house has never belonged to a witch or wizard, only the Riddle's. Yet who should spring from the line Riddle except for Lord Voldemort himself? Thus, on the night of their murder, the Riddle's that is, the house became doused, not unlike Harry's scar, in Voldemort's power. And it looks for something good, with every person who steps into this house, it searches for something other than terror. And it hasn't found it, until, you walked into the door, and the house felt that it had to offer you what you needed most. Well, that's the basics at least. I don't really understand it all."
"Neither do I, but I do know that…." Lily began, but James finished for her.
"That I wanted you more than anything, and the house can't bring back the dead, so it gave me memories. Now I feel guilty," James said as he tucked his knees into his chest.
Lily looked at him, "What are you talking about?"
"I didn't want Harry to be safe."
To James's great surprise, Remus was smiling, "But you did, you thought that if you brought us back then Harry would never be in the house in trouble in the first place, then he would be safe."
"Remus," James began to ask the question he'd been wondering since Sirius's death, "why am I the last remaining Marauder? I was the last one who ever deserved to live."
Lily winced slightly, "Oh James, James, never say that."
"Yeah," it wasn't Lily or Remus, it was another voice. "If anything James you were the only one who deserved it."
"S-Sirius?" James asked as he stood up.
Sirius smirked, "In the flesh! Er, sort of." The same burdened look of sadness was in Sirius's eyes. And no matter how real their skin looked, or how thin the lines of blurriness were, their eyes told the truth, they were dead and not coming back. And when James saw their eyes, the memories in front of him became a bit more blurred. Sirius looked down at his arm and smiled, "You've begun to accept haven't you? And I just got here."
"No, I don't think so," but James knew that he had and they faded a little more. "Please Lily, don't go. Lily, Remus, Sirius, no, don't leave yet."
"I, we're, we're still here James, still here. James, you've got to be strong, be strong for Harry, be strong for Hogwarts, be strong for me. Please James, please," Lily pleaded with husband.
James nodded, "Yes."
"Say hello to Harry for me James," said Sirius, his voice sounded far way, as if Sirius was shouting from across a football field.
Lily smiled and blew James a kiss, "Yes, your mind is on other things now. Send him our love." And with a wink from Remus, they disappeared.
"NO! COME BACK! I'm not ready for this!" James yelled into the now-empty cellar. He collapsed onto the ground, banging his fists causing large clouds of dirt and dust to rise into the air, making him hack with bone shattering coughs. Rivers of tears streamed down his face, grief had stricken him all over again, it was as though they had died right in front of him, time, it seemed, had repeated. And he screamed again and the house screamed with him, it creaked and it groaned deafeningly. Upstairs the Death Eaters shuddered with unnamed warrant and hundreds of miles away Harry's scar burned as it never had before and Harry was sure that Voldemort had killed James.
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Harry shot up in bead. "NO!" yelled Harry, waking up his entire family in the house at number 4 Privet Drive. "HE CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME, NOT AFTER EVERYTHING THAT'S GONE TO HIM!"
"What the bloody hell are you yelling about, boy?" Uncle Vernon banged into Harry's bedroom, knocking over Hedwig's cage as he went. "Is it customary of your kind to scream into the middle of the night about nonsense?"
"IT'S NOT NONSENSE. He's dead. He's DEAD!" Harry was shouting and he knew that he didn't really have basis for this accusation, but somewhere deep down he felt sure that James was dead. "Dead, dead."
Petunia had walked into the room now, light was spilling in from the hall, "Who's dead?" Though her voice was angry there was a hint of fear layering it.
"James," Harry said, shaking. "James, he's killed him. He's killed him, again."
"Again?" Vernon said quizzically.
And then Harry passed out.
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Flickering candlelight flooded the basement as the door at the top of the stairs swung open. "He's down there," a voice said harshly. And what sounded like three or four pairs of feet came tearing down the stairs, running for their prisoner, Voldemort was ready.
Another voice that James didn't recognize called down from somewhere in the basement that was dangerously close to him, "I don't see him!"
"You idiot. He's down there, he can't escape, do you think we wouldn't make sure that he didn't leave?" said the voice from the top of the stairs. James shuddered in his corner, he could feel the breeze as second's cloak swayed with his motion.
"Lumos," a third voice said, almost dreamily. And a shower of light fell onto James. "I've got him! I've got him!" James's now blonde, shaggy hair fell to his face in tangles from his outburst of dread, his skin was pallid and a beam of moonlight fell into the basement from the tiny window and struck James.
"Oh shit!" said the man standing over him. James heard none of it, he wasn't listening, his eyes were half open and he looked as though he would be sick any minute. Suddenly there was a horrible snarling sound and the Death Eater backed up in horror. "Shit, shit, shit. Malfoy, get out. GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!"
"You are in no position to order around!" Lucius yelled from the stairs.
The man turned on his heel and ran full fledged out of the basement, stopping only to look at Malfoy from behind his mask, "It's a full moon, you bastard." Lucius's eyes grew wide with alarm and he motioned for everyone to get out as quickly as possible.
James's nose was elongating into a snout, hair was sprouting on every last inch of him, his legs grew longer and his nails became claws and before their eyes a grieving man became a horrendous wolf. A few of the non-believers in the back near the stairs screamed and ran up the crumbling steps. No one bothered to close the door, they were
–ahem– preoccupied with other things. James bared his long, pointed teeth and tore up the stairs. He came to the front door, Death Eaters covering their faces and cowering in the dark. Against the fiercest Aurors they were fine, but in front of a full-fledged monster werewolf they were like tiny children on an especially dark and stormy night.
The door swung open on it's own accord, for even as a werewolf, the house sensed something in James, and he ran into the forests that surrounded Little Hangleton, howling as he went.
((with love from Sirius, his sheep, and Lu))
Oh yeah, the next chapter is the last chapter. Do you guys want a sequel and would you read it. I think I've already said this, and I'm asking you Jessi Black, but it will be focused on one of the other Marauders or Lily and if you want, I will move on and go to another until all of their stories have been told. Please tell me what you think.
