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A/N: Im BaaaAAAAAAack!  I've read HP5, so here's the story.  THERE WILL BE NO OoTP SPOILERS in this fic.   I ask that you keep them out of your reviews as well.  However, neither will I contradict OoTP.  Therefore, this is safe for anyone who has read GoF or more, I will not conflict with Rowling.  (I just need to fix a timeline… If I put one in…  I had a mental one..  Oh, well.)

Sorry, no thanks list, I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm finally out of school, and I wrote this just for you guys.  Plus my e-mail is so slow it would take like ½ an hour to make sure I got everyone on here.  Consider yourself appropriately thanked.  Unless you mentioned OoTP, in which case consider yourself glared at. 

Oh, and sorry about my rather rude A/N.  I was a bit not happy at the time, but that's no excuse.  Sorry.


Recap:

Sirius's eyes were wild with fear.  "James, I told him how to get past the Willow.  I told him to go look at Remus!  I need to go get him!"

"Wait!" James had suddenly clutched his left hand.  "Lily needs you.  Let me go."

"James, something could happen to you and it would be all. . . my. . ." Sirius was facing an empty hallway.  James had run off.  "Fault.  Be careful buddy."

Chapter 15: Dangerous Rescue

Heather was confused.  Who to follow?  Who to listen to?  Who to watch?  There was so much going on!  She looked back and forth between Sirius and James.  She was about to follow Sirius when her spirit was pulled.  'Okay, then.  Guess I'm supposed to follow James.'  It was as though an invisible force were pulling her along- or perhaps pushing… or both.  She ran ahead (if spirits like herself could run) and caught up to James.  Dusk had fallen outside, and the beautiful full moon had risen. 

James was sprinting all-out to get to Snape, who was prodding a knot with a stick.  The tree froze.  Heather was greatly impressed.  She'd never seen that happen before.  James, however, didn't register any surprise.  Heather imagined that he had seen it before, or that even if he hadn't, he would have been far too worried to bother being surprised.

"Snape, NO!"

Snape turned.  A sinister smile played on his lips.  "[i]Impedimenta![/i]" 

James had clearly not been planning on this.  He froze.  Snape rushed ahead.  Heather tried to decide whether to follow him or wait with James, but she knew she would be pulled in Snape's direction if she were supposed to be with him.  Time passed slowly as Heather waited.  Then James unfroze, struggling hard, and bolted toward the willow.  He prodded the knot and slid inside a hole.  She joined him. 

He was running.  It was odd; even after what that man had just done to his girlfriend, here James was running after him, trying to help him somehow.  Snape had reached the other end of the tunnel, James's feeble wand light was showing as much.  The end of the tunnel opened into a room.  Heather did not know what was in there, but Snape looked as though it had placed the impediment curse on him as well.  James ran forward, Knocked Snape to the ground, covering him with his own body.  And inside the room, Heather watched the last of the person she knew, on pure instinct, was Remus Lupin disappear into a werewolf.  He turned and growled, snapping his teeth.  James got up, flung Snape down the tunnel, and turned to face the wolf.  Snape had turned tail and run, but James was attempting to stun the werewolf.  And scream at it.

"Remus!  Remus, Come on, man!  You know who you are!  Remember!  Come [I]on[/I]!"

James was rolling around, showing some truly amazing Quidditch reflexes in avoiding the wolf.  He jumped behind the wolf and flew back into the tunnel.  Heather was lost.  What now?  How was he going to get back there alive, and without letting Remus loose?  When he reached the mouth of the tunnel, however, James did not exit, though it was clear Snape had.  Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a beautiful stag stood before her.  James was gone.  This was just like Heather remembered Professor McGonagall's transformation being.  The stag took the werewolf in its antlers, carried it back into the small room, and dumped it on the floor.  The werewolf looked at him, then scampered up the stairs.  The stag bolted, transforming as it went, and emerged from the tree as James, just in time to find Madame Relpa, Severus Snape, and Professor Dumbledore waiting.

"Potter!  My goodness you had us all worried!  Why didn't you come out after Mr. Snape?  Are you alright?  No, your head is bleeding.  Did he bite you?  [I]What happened?[/I]"

"I think, Madame Relpa," Dumbledore said in a quiet, soft voice, "We should all like to know that.  I recommend, however, that we get up to the castle before we ask these questions."

The group trudged up toward the castle, and Heather waited to drift away.  The vision could have ended about 10 times already, but it had not.  Certainly it ought to now.  Why on earth wouldn't it?  What else could possibly occur?  She stood, alone on the grounds.  Nothing important could possibly be happening.  Then she realized it:  She wasn't being pulled.  Immensely confused, Heather made her way towards the castle, wondering where she wanted to go.

A/N: Next one should be up within a week!

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