Wow, I'm getting these chapters out like there is no tomorrow. I am very proud of myself. Well with school starting Monday I really need to finish this. I will try and update again tomorrow but I make no promises since I do have to go to school for a few hours. I will be updating over the weekend, as I will be out of town. My hope is to get this done by the end of next week, I have most of the rest of the story typed. So I might be able to do it. I hope you enjoy this chapter! J. K. Rowling owns HP, not me. OH one more thing, in the last chapter, when I had the kids speaking French, that's all the French I know. I don't really know how they would speak, yeah I know Fleur is in the books but still, um I don't imagine everyone speaks like that, and if they do OPPS! So thank you for reading!

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Friday morning James got up early. He was careful not to wake Lily. He then showered and dressed. Rosy brought him breakfast, but he barely ate any of it. What if this was a trap? What if he didn't have any information but 10 Death Eaters waiting with him? James was nervous, very nervous. He wondered why he hadn't told anyone where he was going, not even Sirius, though he asked a few times. He looked at his watch, it was 8:25am, he'd better go.

James stood in the Leaky Cauldron 5 minutes later. He was dressed in black robes as well, with his wand up his sleeve. He looked around quickly for the letter writer. He waved off Tom, who had come over to see if he wanted anything. He spotted a man sitting in the far corner of the Cauldron, with his hood up, reading the Daily Prophet and drinking tea. Taking a deep breath, James walked forward toward him. He took a seat next to him and waited.

"You can stop staring at me," the man said. "Don't bother figuring out who I am. You use to know me, but I am so twisted and different you would not recognize me so do not try."

"Right, why me?" James asked quietly.

"I saw you and your friends leave the school. I was watching to see who would show up,"

"I didn't see you," James responded.

"There are ways to hide yourself from unfriendly eyes," the man said in an annoyed voice. "Also, I have not the courage to go to Dumbledore yet." His voice dropped, "Now I believe you are here for information. The children are being held here." He handed James a piece of paper. "There are no human guards, but 50 of his most trusted snakes. Some are poisonous some are not. They are in a shack; he is separating the strong from the weak. He will use them in attacks; they will form a little army for him. I trust you will be able to get them out with your Gryffindor knowledge."

"Are you the one who told the children to hide?"

"Does it matter?" he asked. "How many groups did you find though?"

"Ten groups."

"At least you can do something right. I have to go before I am seen." He got up and left. James sat there though wondering. He sounded so familiar, James knew that he knew this man from somewhere. But where, he knew James had been a Gryffindor, wait that's common knowledge. He recognized his friends though… no help either, most people knew they were friends. Who was it?

He got up and went to Hogwarts. He had to let Dumbledore know about this. In Diagon Alley, he disapparted to the gates of Hogwarts and then walked up to the school. During the walk, his mind drifted back to the conversation he had just had. Who was it? It was bothering him. He knew him, who did he know that turned out to be a Death Eater? Well that was the easy part, all of Slytherin, but who would turn against him? A Malfoy? No. Snape? No he wouldn't. But that voice, it was so familiar. Was it Snape? James shook his head; Snape would never turn his back to Voldemort. He was probably second in command by now. He knows how to kiss up to the right people.

At the doors of the school Professor McGonagall was telling off students for being inside. She was pushing them outside so they could enjoy the day.

"James," she greeted him. "Good to see you."

"Hello Professor," James nodded to her. "I was hoping to see Professor Dumbledore."

"He should be in his office. Chocolate Frogs," she told him.

"Good day to you Professor," James continued on toward Dumbledore's office. At the gargoyle he spoke the password and went up the stairs. He knocked and heard Dumbledore's voice telling him to enter.

"Sir," James greeted him.

"What brings you here for early James?" Dumbledore asked. He motioned for James to sit.

James did and told Dumbledore the whole story. Dumbledore listened without saying a word. James repeated the whole conversation and his suspicions about the Death Eater.

"So you have no idea who it was?" he asked.

"It sounds so familiar, but no I can't," James shook his head.

"I will send a group to this place," Dumbledore told him. "If you don't mind, you three will not go. I have more experienced Order members who have killed snakes, and are able to know which are poisonous or not."

"That's fine sir," James nodded. "I think Remus is still weak from the full moon, though he won't admit it."

"How is Lily and Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Good sir," James nodded again. "Sir I was wondering, with the attack of the school… would Voldemort attack Hogwarts?"

"Ah," Dumbledore sat back in his chair. He looked at James; "I don't think so. He has the power, but he doesn't have the numbers. His greatest weakness, he has not overcome."

"And what is that?" James asked.

"Some people say its me," Dumbledore sighed. "He will attack, maybe some day, but only after he has taken over everything else."

"Will he attack Durmstrang?" James asked

"To that, I don't know. I don't have a spy inside his ranks, his doings are unknown to me," Dumbledore sighed. James looked at him and it seemed just during their conversation Dumbledore seemed to age.

"It's almost like each side is even," James said more to himself.

"Yes it does. Let us hope something will happen that will turn the events of the war in our favor."

"Like a savior?"

"A savior if you like."

"Sir, when you defeated Grindelward… had you been involved in the war before that?" asked James.

"Yes James, I was Deputy Headmaster at Hogwarts, but like everyone else, I offered my services to the Ministry and I helped the Aurors." Dumbledore told him.

"So it could be anyone, like you, just a helper," James was muttering to himself now, but the last part he addressed to Dumbledore, "Did you know sir?"

"Grindelward attacked a wizarding village, around 100 wizards went in to help, and I found myself against him," Dumbledore remembered.

"We should plan an attack against him, we could face him."

"James I want this to end as much as you, but things done hastily are not solutions," Dumbledore said sadly, "fate will decide when the time is right. Until then, we have to keep fighting, and pray it will end soon."

"I just don't want Harry to have to grow up in a war," James shook his head.

"I didn't want you to grow up in a war James," Dumbledore got up and walked around the desk. He placed a hand on James' shoulder, "I remember the day you were born. Though the world didn't know it, the years before Voldemort's rise to power were marked with disappearances, tortures, and random deaths. I looked at you, at some party your father was giving and I prayed that it would all stop and you would be able to grow up in a world without war. Well, now 10 years later, you are in the middle of it, and you have risen to the challenge, as have your friends. To myself, I promised you, that you would not see war… there are some promises you can't keep."

"You will make a promise to Harry, that he will not have to see war, but the truth is, you can't promise that, no matter what you do. You can shield him from knowing about this war, but someday, as you did, he might have to face it. You can promise him that when that times come, he will be prepared, and you will help him do that. Is that the comforting answer you wished to hear… no, but that's facts."

"Every child I see tortured or dead, every orphan, every time I hear a child's cry, I think of Harry," James closed his eyes, "and what if that happens to Harry?"

"I give comfort then, if anyone ever happened to you and Lily, you know I would care for Harry, or your friends would. This is a hard promise to make, but I swear to you James, if everything fell apart tomorrow, and there stood Harry alone, I would make sure he grew up safety. No one is alone James, we all do our part by looking after one another."

"If we all look after one another… who looks after you?" James asked.

Dumbledore sighed, in truth no one. Everyone came to him for comfort, he was at the top, and there was no one to comfort him. "When I see you together with Lily and your friends, that is my comfort. Even with all this war and hatred you still live your lives, and that is my comfort. To see five of my students live so happily together, it gives me comfort that people still remember how to live."

"We will make it through this, sir," James shook his head, and then looked up at him, "We've gotten through so much, there is no turning back, there is no stopping. We will make it through."

"For your sake and Harry's, I hope you are right," Dumbledore patted James' shoulder.