As more about James's complicated past unravels itself, Harry is beginning
to learn more things about his late Godfather. But when he discovers too
much about the Marauders, Harry's life is thrown into a fatal vortex.
Voldemorte is back, he's already failed countless times in killing Harry,
and he doesn't intend to fail again.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 16, Whispers From the Past
"How are you?" Sirius asked slowly, entering the common room. Three days had passed since Michelle had told him about their parents, three cold, hard days.
"I worry about Michelle," James said slowly, "she's too young to stay home on her own all summer, and I'm going to be working, I got an offer with the Ministry," he said, grinning weakly.
"That's good mate," Sirius said quietly. Everyone used quiet, mourning voices nowadays. Even the people who had not experienced first hand the wrath of the wizard slowly rising to power, everyone still felt it.
"Yea," James said, "but, I'm going to turn it down, at least until Michelle gets out of school and everything, I need to make sure she doesn't..."
Sirius met his eyes, they had both been thinking the same thing, "mate," he said softly, "I don't think she's going to... you know...to herself."
"That's not what I was talking about," James said slowly, fiddling with some paper between his hands, "I just don't want her thinking she can bring them back by going after him..."
"She's not that stupid, James," Sirius said, locking eyes with the piece of paper.
The portrait opened and Michelle came sauntering in, "you two should be in class," she said slowly, opening her bag and taking out her book and circling her tongue around a quill, as if to ink the tip.
"Michelle, what are you doing here?" James said dryly, "you have work to do, you have OWLs this year, why are you skipping class?"
"Because I try, with every muscle and fiber in my entire body, James Potter, to give you a heart attack before you can truly master the fine technique of manipulation which you have become accustomed to. Because I flat out refuse to let magic consume my life as it has consumed yours. Isn't that where evil is born? Hasn't this madness, this reckless hate been born from a wild man who is intelligent beyond belief, and has enslaved our entire race with fear and devotion! This is like the Holocaust all over again, why don't we just brand the muggles with gigantic stars on their foreheads, we can put them in camps, chambers, let-"
"Michelle," Sirius whispered slowly, "calm down."
"It was Epicurus who said death was nothing," Michelle whispered, shaking her head in frustration, "but by God, I beg to differ."
Michelle walked towards her dorm, the floodgates had been released, and she was sobbing hysterically, yet silent enough to slip away without too much effort.
Sirius turned and looked at James, "what the hell just happened?" He asked, slowly, allowing some of what Michelle said to process.
"I worry...sometimes, she's muggle obsessed, you know. I mean, I've heard about their wars and I know the Prime Minister, but honestly, Michelle follows it too closely. I think she's trying to hide from something..."
"There are bigger things to discuss right now," Sirius said, lowering his voice. "Listen, I just talked to Dumbledore, and he's trying to stop Voldemorte before it gets out of hand, he has put together a society of people, a lot of them are Aurors, and others are spies in the Ministry and Voldemorte's inner circle. James," Sirius continued, lowering his voice even more, looking over his shoulder cautiously, "he said we were free to join him as soon as we finish our last year, he said that if you wanted that then he would take very special precautions to ensure Michelle's safety."
It was a lot of information to process in one sitting. James tried to keep his mind focusing on one issue at a time, the first one being Voldemorte, and the second was this society he was being asked to join.
"James," Sirius continued, "we need to fight, you know this too, we both want to be there when they rip that slimy basterd's head off, I know you want to make those Death Eaters feel what you'll feel if they ever murder Michelle or Lily. Come on mate, we need to prevent these murders before they happen!"
"You're right," he whispered, "yeah, go tell Dumbledore, go tell him that I'm in."
"Good," Sirius said, grinning, "now you've had a long day, go and rest, close your eyes, James, and go to sleep." His enchanted words echoed throughout the common room, and no sooner had Sirius muttered these words then James had fallen into a restless slumber. He could feel his mind throw him to one dream to the next, as if he was going down an endless corridor with countless rooms on either side, and every door he opened he found neither peace nor quiet. Every door led him through to a new dread, a new loathing that was eating through his heart and soul.
Michelle's cries jerked him back to reality, "what the fuck are you doing in here?" She shrieked, "get out you Voldemorte loving vermin!"
"Michelle," James muttered, not wanting to open his eyes completely, "what's wrong?"
"Who the hell invited Malfoy into our common room?" Michelle whispered, "James, who brought him in!"
"Malfoy?" James opened his eyes wider than ever; where Sirius had once been Malfoy had taken his place, "what are you doing here?" He croaked quietly, "where did Sirius go?"
Michelle looked at James awe struck, "Sirius hasn't been in the common room at all today, I was talking to him in his dormitory a few minutes ago, he's been doing homework and wondering where you've been."
James looked around to try and talk to Malfoy some more, but he had already run off, "lord," James said, "how could I have been so stupid?"
"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, sitting down slowly.
"He must have been using some type of potion, but I swear Sirius was talking to me. Except, it wasn't Sirius at all, was it? I mean, it would've been Malfoy, but he was trying to convince me to join a secret society, something to band against the Death Eaters. Oh God, and everyone knows that Malfoy comes from a black family."
"What did you say?" Sirius said sauntering down the stairs, looking around, "I heard some screaming."
"James invited Malfoy into the common room," Michelle said quickly, "I swear, none of this was my fault."
"What did I heard about a 'black family', mate?" Sirius asked, grinning.
"An expression, that's all, I'm not implying that your family is crammed full of dark wizards...but-"
"You want to duel over this Potter?" Sirius asked happily, "because not all of my family is black."
Michelle stood up, "if I was a muggle born I would be so offended right about now, you know how much trouble people get into for racial slurs nowadays?"
And once again, Michelle walked off leaving the two of them to duel.
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 16, Whispers From the Past
"How are you?" Sirius asked slowly, entering the common room. Three days had passed since Michelle had told him about their parents, three cold, hard days.
"I worry about Michelle," James said slowly, "she's too young to stay home on her own all summer, and I'm going to be working, I got an offer with the Ministry," he said, grinning weakly.
"That's good mate," Sirius said quietly. Everyone used quiet, mourning voices nowadays. Even the people who had not experienced first hand the wrath of the wizard slowly rising to power, everyone still felt it.
"Yea," James said, "but, I'm going to turn it down, at least until Michelle gets out of school and everything, I need to make sure she doesn't..."
Sirius met his eyes, they had both been thinking the same thing, "mate," he said softly, "I don't think she's going to... you know...to herself."
"That's not what I was talking about," James said slowly, fiddling with some paper between his hands, "I just don't want her thinking she can bring them back by going after him..."
"She's not that stupid, James," Sirius said, locking eyes with the piece of paper.
The portrait opened and Michelle came sauntering in, "you two should be in class," she said slowly, opening her bag and taking out her book and circling her tongue around a quill, as if to ink the tip.
"Michelle, what are you doing here?" James said dryly, "you have work to do, you have OWLs this year, why are you skipping class?"
"Because I try, with every muscle and fiber in my entire body, James Potter, to give you a heart attack before you can truly master the fine technique of manipulation which you have become accustomed to. Because I flat out refuse to let magic consume my life as it has consumed yours. Isn't that where evil is born? Hasn't this madness, this reckless hate been born from a wild man who is intelligent beyond belief, and has enslaved our entire race with fear and devotion! This is like the Holocaust all over again, why don't we just brand the muggles with gigantic stars on their foreheads, we can put them in camps, chambers, let-"
"Michelle," Sirius whispered slowly, "calm down."
"It was Epicurus who said death was nothing," Michelle whispered, shaking her head in frustration, "but by God, I beg to differ."
Michelle walked towards her dorm, the floodgates had been released, and she was sobbing hysterically, yet silent enough to slip away without too much effort.
Sirius turned and looked at James, "what the hell just happened?" He asked, slowly, allowing some of what Michelle said to process.
"I worry...sometimes, she's muggle obsessed, you know. I mean, I've heard about their wars and I know the Prime Minister, but honestly, Michelle follows it too closely. I think she's trying to hide from something..."
"There are bigger things to discuss right now," Sirius said, lowering his voice. "Listen, I just talked to Dumbledore, and he's trying to stop Voldemorte before it gets out of hand, he has put together a society of people, a lot of them are Aurors, and others are spies in the Ministry and Voldemorte's inner circle. James," Sirius continued, lowering his voice even more, looking over his shoulder cautiously, "he said we were free to join him as soon as we finish our last year, he said that if you wanted that then he would take very special precautions to ensure Michelle's safety."
It was a lot of information to process in one sitting. James tried to keep his mind focusing on one issue at a time, the first one being Voldemorte, and the second was this society he was being asked to join.
"James," Sirius continued, "we need to fight, you know this too, we both want to be there when they rip that slimy basterd's head off, I know you want to make those Death Eaters feel what you'll feel if they ever murder Michelle or Lily. Come on mate, we need to prevent these murders before they happen!"
"You're right," he whispered, "yeah, go tell Dumbledore, go tell him that I'm in."
"Good," Sirius said, grinning, "now you've had a long day, go and rest, close your eyes, James, and go to sleep." His enchanted words echoed throughout the common room, and no sooner had Sirius muttered these words then James had fallen into a restless slumber. He could feel his mind throw him to one dream to the next, as if he was going down an endless corridor with countless rooms on either side, and every door he opened he found neither peace nor quiet. Every door led him through to a new dread, a new loathing that was eating through his heart and soul.
Michelle's cries jerked him back to reality, "what the fuck are you doing in here?" She shrieked, "get out you Voldemorte loving vermin!"
"Michelle," James muttered, not wanting to open his eyes completely, "what's wrong?"
"Who the hell invited Malfoy into our common room?" Michelle whispered, "James, who brought him in!"
"Malfoy?" James opened his eyes wider than ever; where Sirius had once been Malfoy had taken his place, "what are you doing here?" He croaked quietly, "where did Sirius go?"
Michelle looked at James awe struck, "Sirius hasn't been in the common room at all today, I was talking to him in his dormitory a few minutes ago, he's been doing homework and wondering where you've been."
James looked around to try and talk to Malfoy some more, but he had already run off, "lord," James said, "how could I have been so stupid?"
"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, sitting down slowly.
"He must have been using some type of potion, but I swear Sirius was talking to me. Except, it wasn't Sirius at all, was it? I mean, it would've been Malfoy, but he was trying to convince me to join a secret society, something to band against the Death Eaters. Oh God, and everyone knows that Malfoy comes from a black family."
"What did you say?" Sirius said sauntering down the stairs, looking around, "I heard some screaming."
"James invited Malfoy into the common room," Michelle said quickly, "I swear, none of this was my fault."
"What did I heard about a 'black family', mate?" Sirius asked, grinning.
"An expression, that's all, I'm not implying that your family is crammed full of dark wizards...but-"
"You want to duel over this Potter?" Sirius asked happily, "because not all of my family is black."
Michelle stood up, "if I was a muggle born I would be so offended right about now, you know how much trouble people get into for racial slurs nowadays?"
And once again, Michelle walked off leaving the two of them to duel.