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"You see, Harry's dad, James, is alive, and he's in Hogwarts." Snape said.
"That's impossible," Sirius and Harry shouted at once, then they both turned to Lupin, "What do you think, Remus?" Sirius asked.
"I don't know what to think," Remus said. He could sense if people were lying to him, being a werewolf and all, and he knew that Snape wasn't lying, "Maybe James is alive."
"I'm glad one of you decided to believe me." Snape said, before getting back to explaining things, "I'm not going to beat around the bush or anything, since we don't have much time. James' full name is James Seleo Potter. Only Dumbledore and I knew that apart from James."
"So that man that was in here a second ago was James?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, he couldn't tell any of you, because Dumbledore made him promise not to." Snape said, "It took quite a lot of convincing to make him understand why he must keep it a secret."
"But how could he have came back from death?" Harry asked, finally letting all the information sink in.
"He was never dead, and even if he was, I could have revived him with the same potion that the dark lord used." Snape said, "He was living in a mansion off in Rome, since there's less Death Eaters there."
"He's been there for fourteen years, almost fifteen years?" Sirius asked, shocked.
"Yes, we had to move him once in a while, but it's in the general area of Rome." Snape said.
"He's been there for fifteen years, living in a mansion, while I was living in the cupboard under the stairs for ten years of my life, then moved to the second floor with bars on my window, treated like crap?" Harry yelled, startling everyone with his use of language, "What kind of father is he?"
"Harry, you must understand that we had no choice," Snape quickly explained, noticing that several of his potions were already shattered into pieces, "We had to hide him from Voldemort until he was back to his full strength!"
"Hide him from Voldemort? I had to face him THREE times in my four years here. He's tried to kill me at least FOUR times! You had to hide HIM from Voldemort? What about me?" Harry shouted, now standing up.
"Harry, you have to understand that-" Snape started to say, but was interrupted when the door bursted open and in came James, with his hair as messy as ever, looking worried.
"What happened in here?" James asked, but was suddenly overwhelmed by an over-excited Sirius hugging him, "I missed you too, Padfoot, but I can't breath anymore, and you're hurting my ribs."
"James," Sirius whispered as he pulled away, "Where were you when I was been sent to Azkaban? They almost killed me in there, all because I was trying to avenge you."
"Sorry, old friend. I was in really bad shape, I mean, would you be if you were hit by half an hour of the Cruciatus Cruses and then followed by a killing curse?" James said, it wasn't a question, "Took me nearly fourteen years to get over the killing curse and get back to health. Nearly killed me again when I found out you was in Azkaban."
"What do you mean three Cruciatus Cruses and a killing curse. Nobody could have survived that." Remus said, getting up to hug James.
"You know me, I'm not really nobody. It took a lot out of me to shield myself, but I did anyways, and-" James didn't finish his sentence, because he caught sight of Harry, "Goodness, you do look just like me. But you've got your mother's eyes. Emerald, exactly the same as hers."
"Why do you care," Harry spat, not really thinking about what he's saying. "You've lived your last fourteen years not knowing, why the sudden interest?"
"Harry." James doesn't know what to say, he blamed himself for everything that happened, it was his fault that Harry had to live with those horrible muggles, it was his fault that Harry had to face Voldemort along. It was his fault that Harry doesn't have a normal childhood, even for a wizard.
However, he didn't have to think of something to say. Harry ran out of the dungeon, and though Sirius had made an attempt to stop him, he still got away and ran towards the Quidditch field.
"James, you can't really blame Harry," Remus started, seeing James' scowl, "He's right, you know."
"I don't blame him," James said, signing, "I just wish he would at least listen to my explanation, I know he would forgive me if he did."
"So?" Sirius asked, grinning.
"So what?" James said, a little annoyed.
"What's you explanation?" Sirius asked, taking a seat once again and making himself comfortable.
"Well, the reason Voldemort wanted to kill me was because I'm the heir of Gryffindor, and so is Harry, which is why he was willing to spare Lily." James started, "I don't remember everything, but that night was horrible, really horrible. Despise the charm, I had somehow always known that it was going to happen, I just didn't know it was going to be so soon." Flashback:
Both James and Lily was sitting in the living room, playing chess when James heard something outside of the front door, "Lily, stay here, I'll go see what's wrong."
"Sure James," Lily replied, looking a little worried, "And be careful, James."
James made his way to the front door, but before he even opened it, he heard whispers, and felt a sudden cold chill.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"James yelled as he drew his wand out.
He held his wand in front of him, but was soon hit by a disarming charm as soon as the door bursted open, causing his wand to fly out of his reach and into Malfoy's hand.
There was a crackle of high-pitched laughter, and before he knew it, he was hit with at least three Cruciatus Curses at once. Pain filled his body like never before, he longed to scream, but no sound reached his mouth. It seemed like after about forever, the curses were lifted. James raised his head, and was starring into the cold eyes of Voldemort.
"James Potter," Voldemort sneered, "So we meet again, and under such interesting predicaments, wouldn't you say?"
"Tom, I must say, you are getting better at your snappy remarks, at least you stopped with the 'James Potty', what a relief" James said, he had meant for it to sound cold and bold, but it came out barely a whisper, sounding very weak.
"You fool!" Voldemort barked, "I have given you several chances to fight along side of me, where all your loved ones will be safe, but again and again you refused. This act of foolishness will cost you your life, as well as your son's."
"I'd like to see you try to kill me, Tom." James said calmly, trying to buy more time for Lily and Harry to escape.
"Very well," Voldemort said with a sign, "Avada Kedavra."
James saw the green light coming towards him, he spent all his last energy putting up a shield, he didn't want to die, not when the wizarding world is in this kind of danger, not when Lily and Harry are both going to be in grave danger. He used the last ounce of energy he had, and put up a very strong shield around him, it was invisible to everyone except for himself.
Unfortunately, it was not strong enough, and he was hit by part of the curse. Though a part is better than direct hit, he felt nothing, just numbness for a while. He could not keep his eyes open even though he tried and desperately wanted to.
Darkness, that's all he knew for a while, a short while. A little after, he felt a boot make contact with his ribs, and felt pain beyond description.
"He's dead for sure, my lord." Someone said, it sounded awfully familiar to James, but he just couldn't be sure.
"Very good work, Wormtail." James heard Voldemort's cold, heartless sneer, and now, we shall go and pay Mrs. Potter and our young Harry a visit upstairs.
Wormtail, it was Wormtail who betrayed him. James thought bitterly, and then he knew no more.
He woke up in a bed, it was soft, and comfy. Though James felt like his head was going to explode anytime in the near future, he made himself open his eyes and sit up.
Or at least try to sit up. He used his elbow to try and help himself, but no such luck. His arms were completely numb, and he could feel no part of his body.
'so this is what a ghost would feel like,' He mused to himself, 'now all I have to do is float.'
He found himself smiling, despise the situation. He tried to float, though he had no idea how, and the door opened.
"What on Earth are you doing, James?" Dumbledore asked as soon as he saw James lying in bed, eyes opened wide and a silly grin on his face.
"I'm trying to float," James said matter-of-factly, as if it should be obvious to anyone and everyone, "Like all ghosts do, do you think you can give me a hand, I have no idea how to float."
"That would be because you are not a ghost, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said, holding back a chuckle, "Why on Earth did you think you were a ghost?"
"Albus, really," James said again, as if he was talking to a two-year- old boy instead of his mentor, "I was hit by a killing curse, of course I would be dead, which is why I can't feel any of my body parts at the moment."
End Flashback
"And then he told me that it was my shield that saved my life, apparently, my shield had my emotions in them, and the stronger the emotions are, the stronger the shields are, and at that time my emotions were especially strong, because I don't want to die, I guess." James concluded.
"Wow, I had no idea, James." Sirius said, his jaw still open.
"Sirius, close you mouth already." Remus whispered urgently to him before turning to James, "How do we know that you're not some death eater going around tricking us?"
"I trust him, Lupin." Severus said.
"I know you do, Severus," Remus replied, "It's just that, well, this is hard to believe, and your trust."
"It's okay, I know what you mean." James said, "What do you want me to do for you then?"
"Turn into Prongs," Sirius said, suddenly looking very stern, "Then we'll be sure."
"Very well, as you wish." James said, and closed his eyes to concentrate, he usually doesn't need to, but so many things are happening at once, it's hard for him to concentrate at the moment.
It was very fast, none of them caught what had happened, and a second later, a beautiful stag stood before them, head raised. He allowed Remus and Sirius to examine him for several minutes before turning back into James Potter once again.
"James," Remus whispered, hugging his long-lost friend, "I can't believe it, all this time I've been trying to get over your death, you were living in Rome!"
"Sorry, I really wanted to tell you, but then it took me nearly fifteen years just to get all my senses back. Then Dumbledore made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone." James smiled at his two best friends, "Then one day, Severus just came in and started shouting something about Harry in danger and how I have to get to the school, I transformed into Seleo, and flooed here as fast as I could. Almost gave me a heart-attack when I saw Umbridge pointing her wand at Harry, half the Cruciatus Curse already said."
"This is great, we'll have so much fun, just like the old times." Sirius suddenly yelled, "Imagine all the pranks we can pull now, being adults and professors and all that. Just think about those rotten Slythe, oh, sorry Severus, didn't mean that, I meant Filch, just think of his face when we turn his cat white!"
"I'm afraid that can't happen," Severus said, "As much as I want to see the blasted cat white, you two," He said, pointing at Sirius and Remus, "are a were-wolf and a convict on the run from the ministry of magic, you cannot stay at Hogwarts."
"Not even if I'm Padfoot?" Sirius asked, but the question was directed more at James.
"Nope, sorry Padfoot, from what I've heard, Malfoy knows about your form, and can easily report you if he sees you."
"James," Remus suddenly said, "What are you going to do about Harry? He doesn't seem very happy to see you."
"I don't know, I guess I'll tell him to stay after class and explain to him the situation or something." James said, thinking very hard, "The problem right now is the attack on the school.
The four adults planed for the attack, knowing very well what Voldemort was going to have in store for them.
What they didn't know, was that there was a boy listening in on their conversation in the hallway. He was leaning on the door, in the abandoned hallway, since everyone else were in class, nobody saw him or noticed him missing from class, correction, he had a very good excuse, and was able to get out of class. He listened very carefully, if you didn't look carefully, you might not see it, but there was a smirk on his face, for he had caught every single word spoken in the reunion, and even what they were planning to do for Voldemort's attack on the school.
**Finally, took me forever. The FF.net wouldn't let me upload it. Anyways, I hope you like this, I know it's weird, but review anyways.
Take a wild guess at whom the boy is.
What do you think? Should I make James and Harry make up in the next chapter? Or should I have them make up during.oops, said too much. Let's just say, or should I have them make up some other time?
I don't own anything, JK Rowling does.**
"You see, Harry's dad, James, is alive, and he's in Hogwarts." Snape said.
"That's impossible," Sirius and Harry shouted at once, then they both turned to Lupin, "What do you think, Remus?" Sirius asked.
"I don't know what to think," Remus said. He could sense if people were lying to him, being a werewolf and all, and he knew that Snape wasn't lying, "Maybe James is alive."
"I'm glad one of you decided to believe me." Snape said, before getting back to explaining things, "I'm not going to beat around the bush or anything, since we don't have much time. James' full name is James Seleo Potter. Only Dumbledore and I knew that apart from James."
"So that man that was in here a second ago was James?" Sirius asked.
"Yes, he couldn't tell any of you, because Dumbledore made him promise not to." Snape said, "It took quite a lot of convincing to make him understand why he must keep it a secret."
"But how could he have came back from death?" Harry asked, finally letting all the information sink in.
"He was never dead, and even if he was, I could have revived him with the same potion that the dark lord used." Snape said, "He was living in a mansion off in Rome, since there's less Death Eaters there."
"He's been there for fourteen years, almost fifteen years?" Sirius asked, shocked.
"Yes, we had to move him once in a while, but it's in the general area of Rome." Snape said.
"He's been there for fifteen years, living in a mansion, while I was living in the cupboard under the stairs for ten years of my life, then moved to the second floor with bars on my window, treated like crap?" Harry yelled, startling everyone with his use of language, "What kind of father is he?"
"Harry, you must understand that we had no choice," Snape quickly explained, noticing that several of his potions were already shattered into pieces, "We had to hide him from Voldemort until he was back to his full strength!"
"Hide him from Voldemort? I had to face him THREE times in my four years here. He's tried to kill me at least FOUR times! You had to hide HIM from Voldemort? What about me?" Harry shouted, now standing up.
"Harry, you have to understand that-" Snape started to say, but was interrupted when the door bursted open and in came James, with his hair as messy as ever, looking worried.
"What happened in here?" James asked, but was suddenly overwhelmed by an over-excited Sirius hugging him, "I missed you too, Padfoot, but I can't breath anymore, and you're hurting my ribs."
"James," Sirius whispered as he pulled away, "Where were you when I was been sent to Azkaban? They almost killed me in there, all because I was trying to avenge you."
"Sorry, old friend. I was in really bad shape, I mean, would you be if you were hit by half an hour of the Cruciatus Cruses and then followed by a killing curse?" James said, it wasn't a question, "Took me nearly fourteen years to get over the killing curse and get back to health. Nearly killed me again when I found out you was in Azkaban."
"What do you mean three Cruciatus Cruses and a killing curse. Nobody could have survived that." Remus said, getting up to hug James.
"You know me, I'm not really nobody. It took a lot out of me to shield myself, but I did anyways, and-" James didn't finish his sentence, because he caught sight of Harry, "Goodness, you do look just like me. But you've got your mother's eyes. Emerald, exactly the same as hers."
"Why do you care," Harry spat, not really thinking about what he's saying. "You've lived your last fourteen years not knowing, why the sudden interest?"
"Harry." James doesn't know what to say, he blamed himself for everything that happened, it was his fault that Harry had to live with those horrible muggles, it was his fault that Harry had to face Voldemort along. It was his fault that Harry doesn't have a normal childhood, even for a wizard.
However, he didn't have to think of something to say. Harry ran out of the dungeon, and though Sirius had made an attempt to stop him, he still got away and ran towards the Quidditch field.
"James, you can't really blame Harry," Remus started, seeing James' scowl, "He's right, you know."
"I don't blame him," James said, signing, "I just wish he would at least listen to my explanation, I know he would forgive me if he did."
"So?" Sirius asked, grinning.
"So what?" James said, a little annoyed.
"What's you explanation?" Sirius asked, taking a seat once again and making himself comfortable.
"Well, the reason Voldemort wanted to kill me was because I'm the heir of Gryffindor, and so is Harry, which is why he was willing to spare Lily." James started, "I don't remember everything, but that night was horrible, really horrible. Despise the charm, I had somehow always known that it was going to happen, I just didn't know it was going to be so soon." Flashback:
Both James and Lily was sitting in the living room, playing chess when James heard something outside of the front door, "Lily, stay here, I'll go see what's wrong."
"Sure James," Lily replied, looking a little worried, "And be careful, James."
James made his way to the front door, but before he even opened it, he heard whispers, and felt a sudden cold chill.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"James yelled as he drew his wand out.
He held his wand in front of him, but was soon hit by a disarming charm as soon as the door bursted open, causing his wand to fly out of his reach and into Malfoy's hand.
There was a crackle of high-pitched laughter, and before he knew it, he was hit with at least three Cruciatus Curses at once. Pain filled his body like never before, he longed to scream, but no sound reached his mouth. It seemed like after about forever, the curses were lifted. James raised his head, and was starring into the cold eyes of Voldemort.
"James Potter," Voldemort sneered, "So we meet again, and under such interesting predicaments, wouldn't you say?"
"Tom, I must say, you are getting better at your snappy remarks, at least you stopped with the 'James Potty', what a relief" James said, he had meant for it to sound cold and bold, but it came out barely a whisper, sounding very weak.
"You fool!" Voldemort barked, "I have given you several chances to fight along side of me, where all your loved ones will be safe, but again and again you refused. This act of foolishness will cost you your life, as well as your son's."
"I'd like to see you try to kill me, Tom." James said calmly, trying to buy more time for Lily and Harry to escape.
"Very well," Voldemort said with a sign, "Avada Kedavra."
James saw the green light coming towards him, he spent all his last energy putting up a shield, he didn't want to die, not when the wizarding world is in this kind of danger, not when Lily and Harry are both going to be in grave danger. He used the last ounce of energy he had, and put up a very strong shield around him, it was invisible to everyone except for himself.
Unfortunately, it was not strong enough, and he was hit by part of the curse. Though a part is better than direct hit, he felt nothing, just numbness for a while. He could not keep his eyes open even though he tried and desperately wanted to.
Darkness, that's all he knew for a while, a short while. A little after, he felt a boot make contact with his ribs, and felt pain beyond description.
"He's dead for sure, my lord." Someone said, it sounded awfully familiar to James, but he just couldn't be sure.
"Very good work, Wormtail." James heard Voldemort's cold, heartless sneer, and now, we shall go and pay Mrs. Potter and our young Harry a visit upstairs.
Wormtail, it was Wormtail who betrayed him. James thought bitterly, and then he knew no more.
He woke up in a bed, it was soft, and comfy. Though James felt like his head was going to explode anytime in the near future, he made himself open his eyes and sit up.
Or at least try to sit up. He used his elbow to try and help himself, but no such luck. His arms were completely numb, and he could feel no part of his body.
'so this is what a ghost would feel like,' He mused to himself, 'now all I have to do is float.'
He found himself smiling, despise the situation. He tried to float, though he had no idea how, and the door opened.
"What on Earth are you doing, James?" Dumbledore asked as soon as he saw James lying in bed, eyes opened wide and a silly grin on his face.
"I'm trying to float," James said matter-of-factly, as if it should be obvious to anyone and everyone, "Like all ghosts do, do you think you can give me a hand, I have no idea how to float."
"That would be because you are not a ghost, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said, holding back a chuckle, "Why on Earth did you think you were a ghost?"
"Albus, really," James said again, as if he was talking to a two-year- old boy instead of his mentor, "I was hit by a killing curse, of course I would be dead, which is why I can't feel any of my body parts at the moment."
End Flashback
"And then he told me that it was my shield that saved my life, apparently, my shield had my emotions in them, and the stronger the emotions are, the stronger the shields are, and at that time my emotions were especially strong, because I don't want to die, I guess." James concluded.
"Wow, I had no idea, James." Sirius said, his jaw still open.
"Sirius, close you mouth already." Remus whispered urgently to him before turning to James, "How do we know that you're not some death eater going around tricking us?"
"I trust him, Lupin." Severus said.
"I know you do, Severus," Remus replied, "It's just that, well, this is hard to believe, and your trust."
"It's okay, I know what you mean." James said, "What do you want me to do for you then?"
"Turn into Prongs," Sirius said, suddenly looking very stern, "Then we'll be sure."
"Very well, as you wish." James said, and closed his eyes to concentrate, he usually doesn't need to, but so many things are happening at once, it's hard for him to concentrate at the moment.
It was very fast, none of them caught what had happened, and a second later, a beautiful stag stood before them, head raised. He allowed Remus and Sirius to examine him for several minutes before turning back into James Potter once again.
"James," Remus whispered, hugging his long-lost friend, "I can't believe it, all this time I've been trying to get over your death, you were living in Rome!"
"Sorry, I really wanted to tell you, but then it took me nearly fifteen years just to get all my senses back. Then Dumbledore made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone." James smiled at his two best friends, "Then one day, Severus just came in and started shouting something about Harry in danger and how I have to get to the school, I transformed into Seleo, and flooed here as fast as I could. Almost gave me a heart-attack when I saw Umbridge pointing her wand at Harry, half the Cruciatus Curse already said."
"This is great, we'll have so much fun, just like the old times." Sirius suddenly yelled, "Imagine all the pranks we can pull now, being adults and professors and all that. Just think about those rotten Slythe, oh, sorry Severus, didn't mean that, I meant Filch, just think of his face when we turn his cat white!"
"I'm afraid that can't happen," Severus said, "As much as I want to see the blasted cat white, you two," He said, pointing at Sirius and Remus, "are a were-wolf and a convict on the run from the ministry of magic, you cannot stay at Hogwarts."
"Not even if I'm Padfoot?" Sirius asked, but the question was directed more at James.
"Nope, sorry Padfoot, from what I've heard, Malfoy knows about your form, and can easily report you if he sees you."
"James," Remus suddenly said, "What are you going to do about Harry? He doesn't seem very happy to see you."
"I don't know, I guess I'll tell him to stay after class and explain to him the situation or something." James said, thinking very hard, "The problem right now is the attack on the school.
The four adults planed for the attack, knowing very well what Voldemort was going to have in store for them.
What they didn't know, was that there was a boy listening in on their conversation in the hallway. He was leaning on the door, in the abandoned hallway, since everyone else were in class, nobody saw him or noticed him missing from class, correction, he had a very good excuse, and was able to get out of class. He listened very carefully, if you didn't look carefully, you might not see it, but there was a smirk on his face, for he had caught every single word spoken in the reunion, and even what they were planning to do for Voldemort's attack on the school.
**Finally, took me forever. The FF.net wouldn't let me upload it. Anyways, I hope you like this, I know it's weird, but review anyways.
Take a wild guess at whom the boy is.
What do you think? Should I make James and Harry make up in the next chapter? Or should I have them make up during.oops, said too much. Let's just say, or should I have them make up some other time?