A/N- I've decided to dedicate this chapter to American Mione. She informed me of a little error in this chapter, and she's one of my most faithful reviewers, so this one's for you!

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Previously:

"You know, you're amazing," James said suddenly. Lily looked up.

"I'm only this way because of you, James," she said, "I couldn't imagine how it would be without you. I love you."

"I love you too. Merry Christmas, Flower."

"Merry Christmas Jamesie."

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A couple days after Christmas, James was summoned from one of the house elves that stated he was requested into his father's chambers as quick as possible. James, who had been writing up some important documents, looked gravely at the lone candle that gave away the light in his study. The flame flickered as gentle breezes brushed it. Then, he turned back to the timid house elf and nodded to him. The house elf bowed and scurried off.

James knew why he was summoned. Everyone knew that the king had days, maybe hours of his life left. He would be spending the last moments of life bidding farewell to his loved ones. Wordlessly, he pulled off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. Anxiety from all of this had taken a lot out of him. At all sort of ungodly hours of the night, James just lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

With a sigh, he got up and walked wearily out the room and through the large halls. Right next to his father's door, Lily stood, face tear-streaked, her arms wrapped around her body. She looked over at him when she heard his footsteps. He stopped and just stared at her, his eyes looking so incredibly sad that Lily burst into another round of tears. She moved forward and flung her arms around him, muttering over and over to him, "I'm so sorry."

He didn't make a move to return the hug; just stayed still until Lily backed up and wiped her face. "Y-you're father wanted to see you before your mother came." She said shakily. James nodded and walked without a word into the chambers.

He felt like his heart was ripped from his body and stomped upon when he walked into the room and saw the sight before him. Madame Pomfrey was near his father's bedside, brewing some sort of concoction. She nodded her head to him when she saw him enter the room. In the large bed to the right of her, lay the once proud and admirable King Harold. Only now, he was frail and small. Oh, what only a few days could do to a man.

James walked closer and closer to his father's side and realized that if it hadn't have been for the steady rise and fall of the King's chest, James would have believed his father dead. His eyes were closed and his face looked as though it had aged a thousand years.

Finally, James reached a chair next to the bed and sat down. The king opened his eyes slowly, sensing his son's presence in the room. A ghost of a smile settled upon his face, which was more than James could manage at the time being.

"James," his father whispered faintly.

Breathing in a deep breath, James masked his true feelings and struggled to stay strong. He leaned forward and said simply, "Father."

"I feel my time is approaching." As if to prove his point, he coughed harshly, his frail form shaking violently. He went on quietly, "When my time comes, I know that my beloved kingdom will be in good hands with you."

James, loosing his cool demeanor, shook his head frantically and said as he grabbed his father's hand, "No, father I need you. You'll be alright. Madame Pomfrey will find some way to make you better." By now, James sounded like a childhood version of himself. His eyes started to brim with tears. "I-I can't be a king, Father, I just can't. I don't think I could never replace your wisdom and guidance in this world. I'm not ready!"

And then, King Harold mustered up all the power he had left inside of him to give his child the last and greatest thing he could give. He said slowly, yet determined to say all he had to say. "James, it does not just take wisdom and guidance to be a king. You have many generations of great men behind you, lad. And many of them hadn't an ounce of wisdom in them. I know that your Uncle Hubert had as much intelligence as a jackrabbit. But, all the men in the Potter family had at least one thing in common with one another besides their surname. James, you are one of the two last men in the Potter family to possess what very few men possess within themselves. You are good and have a true and pure heart. That, my boy, is what makes kings great. That is the evidence that no matter how tough time get, only good could possibly endure."

Tears were flowing freely down James' face now. He mumbled out, "But what if I don't really possess those qualities, father?"

"My son, believe in yourself." King Harold said, leaning back to his pillows tiredly. "Look inside yourself. And, if you still can't find what you want to see within yourself, then look to that lad of yours, James. He's your son through and through." And with that last remark, King Harold Potter closed his eyes for the last time.

James shook violently, gripping his father's lifeless hand in his while his other had covered his face as he sobbed. Madame Pomfrey, who was across the room for the time, walked slowly over to the bed, a grim and sad look on her face. She checked the King's pulse and then closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. She whispered to the distraught James, "I'm sorry, your Highness. He's passed on."

~*~*~*~*Two weeks later~*~*~*~*~

The kingdom had been shocked to hear that their beloved King Harold had passed away. The castle itself had had a grim atmosphere at every moment. Not a single smile broke across anyone's face. Not even Lily's. The Hogwarts students were due back last week, but Harry, Hermione, Patrick, Neville, the twins, and the Weaselys were excused for another week for James' inaugural ceremony that day. The funeral had been two days before. Thousands of peasants, noblemen, and royalty congregated to bid their final farewells to the great man that had affected so many lives.

Lily had been noticing the changes in James. It wasn't a real drastic change. He was good at putting up a strong front for every one. But, to Lily, he seemed a lot more distant. Nonetheless, she placed that in the back of her mind and assured herself that it was completely natural.

Currently, James and Lily were standing with the Queen, their son, Dumbledore, and Madison on a level overlooking the entire kingdom that assembled below them. Albus was making his speech to the town, expressing his sorrow to the crowd, and his excitement over James.

James mumbled quietly and grimly to Lily, "I wish Sirius was here."

"So do I." Lily sighed, looking down at the crowd, spotting Remus. She smiled slightly at him, he waved gloomily back to her. She inwardly sighed, 'At least he would try to lighten the grim attitude here.' She though wistfully to herself. Then, without warning, tears started to well in her eyes at the thought of her father-in-law. She looked down at the ground.

She reached out and grabbed James hand and squeezed it. His eyes flickered over to her, but other than that, he remained motionless. Just at that moment, Dumbledore's voice was heard saying, "Now is the time to bring about a new generation of rule." He turned and looked over his half-mooned glasses, "James?" James nodded and moved forward, letting go of Lily's grasp. Lily squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then opened them again and looked to her husband and her mentor.

James stood stiffly next to Dumbledore, who had turned to a guard on his left that was holding a beautifully carved cherry wood box. Dumbledore lifted the lid to the box and gingerly pulled out a golden, jeweled crown. He held it up for the crowd to see, all of whom cheered. When they quieted down, Albus turned to James. He gently placed the crown properly on his head and backed away from him.

The crowd waited with bated breath. Silence overflowed the town. Then, Dumbledore turned back to the crowd and said powerfully and significantly, "May I present, the new King of Godric's Hollow…King James Harold Christopher Potter!"

Immediately, everyone dropped down to one knee and bowed their heads. James, all this time, stood solid as a rock.

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Slowly, things got back to normal. As normal as they could of course. Nothing big had happened in Godric's Hollow, so James' responsibilities were small at the moment.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the kids returned to Hogwarts. In fact, the said trio was currently walking out of Transfiguration class, walking cheerfully back to their common room.

"I think that was one of McGonagall's better lessons." Hermione said brightly.

Harry shrugged, "It was alright. At least you earned us some points for knowing about Switching Spells."

They walked through the portrait and took seats at the couch in front of the fire place.

"Well, we have twenty minutes until dinner, what do you two want to do?" Harry asked them both.

"Chess." "Homework." Hermione and Ron exclaimed at the same time, immediately throwing glares at each other.

"You've still got that essay about Devil's Snare for Herbology." Hermione stated through gritted teeth.

"We've got all night to finish it." Ron argued back, eyes turning to slits.

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that this activity will keep them all busy until dinner.

"It'll take more than a half hour to finish this, Ron. Professor Sprout assigned it to us last week. I, of course, have long finished mine."

"Well, of course, you've already finished yours, Mione. Beside, how long could it possibly take? Devil's Snare…" he snorted, "all you have to do is sing to it and it dies instantly."

"That's Demorias Simps, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, "Devil's Snare likes the dark and damp!"

But Ron wasn't listening anymore. Actually, he was rather childishly covering his ears with his fingers and humming a tune obnoxiously.

"Augh!" Hermione screeched, grabbing her books and getting to her feet. "Tell me when it's time for dinner, Harry." She called angrily over her shoulder as she rushed towards her dormitory.

Ron went on humming. Harry scooted over on the couch and shouted, "Ron!" Ron went on humming, "Ron!" Harry shouted louder, and pulling his fingers from his ears. Ron opened his eyes.

"She's gone up to her dormitory in a fit." Harry told Ron, "I think you've got her right mad this time."

Ron shrugged, "Ah, she's probably just sore because she knows I'm right."

Harry groaned quietly to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, "You two have got to calm down with each other."

Ron shrugged again, "No big deal. I'll probably end up apologizing later. How 'bout a game of chess?"

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After dinner was over, and Ron had apologized to Hermione, who in turn apologized to him, the trio was sitting in the same spots they were right before dinner. Hermione finally accomplished getting Ron and Harry to work on their essay, and she was reading a muggle novel since she had finished all her homework long ago.

Harry and Ron had been struggling with their essays and were closing in on three hours. Most of that time, though, they had been begging Hermione for help, which she in turn had promptly refused stating, "You should have listened to me earlier," or "How will you ever learn if I keep helping?"

It was around eleven o'clock and Hermione was just staying up to make sure her best friends finished their homework. Suddenly, Ron's stomach growled violently.

"I'm hungry." He whined to them. "And I think I need a break."

"Me too," Harry murmured, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Ron's face lit up brightly, "Why don't we go to the kitchens?"

Harry agreed wholeheartedly and stood up, turning and running quietly up the stairs to his dormitory. He returned a few minutes later, holding something behind him. Ron and Hermione narrowed their eyes at him questioningly.

"What've you got there, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I forgot about this all school year." Harry said, bringing out his father's Invisibility Cloak. Hermione and Ron gasped simultaneously. Hermione jumped up and rushed over to him, running her hands over the liquid-like material.

"Now we won't get caught!" Ron exclaimed.

"Harry," she breathed, "you're father gave you his Invisibility Cloak?"

"No," Harry answered, Ron coming to Hermione's side, "he's just letting me borrow it during the term. Told me to have fun with it." he finished with an amused grin.

Hermione shook her with, grinning madly. "James and Sirius." she stated dryly. She looked at Harry, "You know Hogwarts: A History has a little paragraph on the Marauders?"

Ron and Harry's eyes both lit up at that, "Really?" they both exclaimed at the same time.

Hermione nodded. "Well, anyway…what are we waiting for?"

Harry did a double-take, "Y-you mean you're not going to object to us going around school passed curfew?"

Hermione shook her head, "No, I don't think I will. I'm feeling a bit disobedient right now." Ron and Harry exchanged smirks, and wordlessly they all flung the cloak around their bodies and disappeared out the portrait hole.

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"These cakes are so good," Ron said through a mouthful of sweets.

"Ew! Ron, you spit on me!" Hermione scolded.

"Quiet!" Harry hissed. "We're supposed to be invisible. With the way you two are shouting, the entire castle will wake."

"Sorry," they both muttered sheepishly.

They were walking through one of the corridors back to the Gryffindor towers, thoroughly enjoying the spookiness of the castle after dark.

"You know, Harry, this reminds me a lot of your palace." Hermione said thoughtfully, munching on an éclair from their stash.

"I thought the same thing." Harry agreed.

"Know what we should do?" Ron said, a sinister smile on his face.

"What?" Harry asked, a grin on his face.

"Sneak up to Remus' chambers on pull a prank on him." He answered.

"Are you crazy?" Hermione hissed, "He's a professor, Ron. We'd get in loads of trouble."

"Oh, come off it, Hermione. We've known him since we were born; he wouldn't punish us. You must be forgetting that he grew up with James and Sirius." Harry said.

Hermione's lips pursed. Harry grinned toothily at her, "Hey! That's pretty good, Mione."

"What on earth on you on about?" she asked as though he were insane.

"That expression you just did. You looked extraordinarily like McGonagall." Harry replied in a high-pitched girly voice and a comical look on his face. He and Hermione stared at one another wordlessly for a few seconds, while Ron stared off into space like he usually did when those two were doing this (which was often), both stubbornly willing the other to crack. Finally, Hermione's face reluctantly broke out into a grin, then she grudgingly let out a giggle, then the giggling turn out into a full out laugh.

"Alright, fine!" she said when she could talk again, "Let's go."

Harry grinned at Ron, who returned the grin and they both pulled out their wands with Hermione. They all turned and started off the other way to where Remus' chambers were on the sixth floor. They spent a good amount of time in there chatting with him on a scheduled tea-time, so they knew the way pretty well.

They were just walking the corridor of the fourth floor to reach the fifth floor stair case when something, rather someone, rounded the corner just ahead. Harry, who was in front of Hermione and Ron, stopped with surprise. Hermione bumped into him, not knowing that he had stopped, and almost fell backwards but caught herself in time. Hermione's clumsiness caught Ron off guard and he moved his feet around to keep balanced, but unfortunately stepped harshly on Hermione's foot.

Hermione let out the beginning of a scream, but Harry turned quickly around and clamped his hand over her mouth. Unfortunately, whoever was walking down the corridor had heard and stopped. The trio walked forward, cautious not to make another sound. The person was wearing a dark cloak over them so Harry couldn't see who it was. The mysterious person moved its head from side to side warily, apparently trying to find the source of the sound.

Then, the person's hands reached up and started for the hood of the cloak. Harry heard Hermione drawing in breath from behind him and apparently held it as the figure pulled down the hood. Harry's jaw dropped, followed closely by Ron and Hermione.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" the not-so-mysterious person called out softly.

Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak all the while saying, "Mum?"

Lily let out a scream of fright at seeing her son appear out of thin air in the dark corridor. Her hand over her rapidly beating heart, she breathed out a sigh of relief and then said, "Oh, Harry. James' Invisibility Cloak."

"Mum? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, his brows furrowed confusedly as he stepped towards her.

Lily's expression went quickly from relief, to one of nervousness. "Err…" she trailed off, racking her brain for a suitable answer. "Well, er…R-Remus owled me this afternoon and asked if I could come and…er…keep him company during his transformation." She finally spit out, warily eyeing her son to see if he believed her.

Harry's eyes narrowed, even deeper in confusion. Hermione spoke up, stating the sentence that was buzzing around in Harry's mind, "It's 12:30 at night."

Lily's face dropped a little. "Erm…I-I was a little held up with something at the palace. I only just could come." Then, her expression turned to one of question, "What are you three doing up so late, and out of bed?"

Harry answered with a simply word, "Prank."

Lily started to smile, "You're so much like Sirius." She started to laugh quietly.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know it was a full moon tonight. So I guess we can't do the prank." Ron said glumly.

Lily's smile widened, "You were going to prank Remus?"

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Why don't you do it tomorrow night." She suggested with a wink. "Anyway, I'd better go…Remus needs me and all I guess."

"What do you really do for him?" Harry asked with interest. He was never allowed to be near Remus on the day of his transformation. It probably would have scared him to see a loved one in such pain.

"Well, since he keeps his mind with that potion, I can just, well, comfort him I guess." Lily finished lamely, not really too sure of how to answer that. Whenever Remus transformed, James or Sirius were always the ones to help him.

Lily walked forward and hugged her son, "I'll see you at the end of term, Harry. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to kick your father for giving you that cloak." She said, smiling.

Harry smiled. He noticed something for the first time.

"You are getting bigger," he said, indicating her stomach. She looked like she had a large pillow inside her robes.

Lily smiled down at him, "Close to eight months along." She paused, then spoke again, a laugh clear in her tone, "You're father and I were actually going to owl you soon, but I guess now is as good a time as any."

Harry quirked his head to one side questioningly.

Lily's eyes twinkled from the moonlight from outside, "We found out the sex of the baby a few weeks ago."

Harry's eyes widened, "What is it?!"

"You'll be the proud older brother of a baby sister." Lily answered.

Harry broke out into a wide, face-cracking grin. He hugged his mother passionately. "I was sort of hoping that's what it would be." he admitted. Lily smiled tranquilly down at him before she bent over and kissed him softly on his forehead.

"Goodbye son, and please do try to stay out of trouble." She whispered to him.

Then, she hugged Hermione and Ron goodbye and walked off.

They were left in complete silence for a few seconds, just staring at one another.

"I'm so excited!" Hermione finally exclaimed. "Another baby. And it's a girl!"

Harry couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Yeah."

Then, Ron spoke, a laugh in his voice, "That was random." Harry and Hermione looked over at him questioningly. "Aunt Lily's presence, I mean." he explained, "No, I'm ecstatic over the baby."

"I didn't see that coming, I agree. First Lily here at Hogwarts, then we find out a little girl will be running around the palace." Hermione said, shaking her head a smile on her face.

Though Harry had a smile on his face, his something deep inside him was nagging. "Yeah, well, we'd better get back to the Gryffindor tower before Filch actually catches us, with or without the cloak." Without another word, the cloak was around them and they walked back to their common room. Although, that deep nagging voice kept on going inside of Harry. Even more so when they had passed by a window and, whether he was just dazed or really sleepy, he half-absently looked out it and up to the moon. He hadn't realized that only a quarter of the moon was staring back at him.

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After Lily left her son, she could only feel guilt. She lied to her son. It is not the easiest thing in the world.

'And being the only son of James Potter, he'll no doubt suspect something now.' She thought wryly to herself as she reached her real destination. In front of her was a stone gargoyle.

"Lemon Drops." She said quietly, a little out of breath from the long walk.

The gargoyle sprung to life and jumped, revealing a staircase. She walked up the steps, holding her stomach, until she reached the next floor. Then, she walked until she found the door she was looking for. Knocking, she didn't wait for a reply as she opened the door and found herself staring at her mentor, Dumbledore, sitting at his large desk, writing on some parchment. When she had opened the door, he stopped writing and looked up, his light blue eyes twinkling at her.

"Ah, Lily, come on in." he said, standing. "You look like you're coming along quite well," he said, looking down at her stomach.

Lily smiled and said, "Yes, she certainly is growing."

Dumbledore's eyes widened pleasantly, "Ah," he spoke, "so it is a girl, then."

Lily nodded, "Yes, we found out a few weeks ago."

"Splendid, splendid." Dumbledore said jovially.

Lily turned serious, "I'm afraid our little visit tonight might have aroused some questions in three certain eleven year olds' mind."

Dumbledore frowned a bit in question.

"I ran into Harry, Hermione, and Ron on my way up here." She elaborated. "It seems that my son not only inherited my husband's looks, but also his hunger for prank pulling as well." She smiled and laughed.

"Ah," Dumbledore said, smiling as well, his eyes twinkling all the more brighter. "They didn't find out about this, did they?" he asked.

Lily shook her head, becoming serious, "No, I told them I was here to help Remmie with his transformation. I just hope they don't realize that it's only a quarter moon tonight."

Dumbledore nodded.

Lily sighed, "Oh, I hated to lie to them, especially Harry."

She dropped to a chair and Albus walked back to his chair as well.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that, Lily. With the way you're progressing, it won't be too much more that you have to come here. Only a few more lessons and you should be as skilled as He was."

Lily had been coming to Hogwarts on the fifth of every month since the incident all those years ago with Voldemort. Only since a few years ago had they moved their meetings to one o'clock in the morning, due to Percy and the twins attending Hogwarts. The Order had wanted these lessons to be kept as secretive as possible. Only the Order, Madison, Bill, and Charlie had known about her special powers, and all were not allowed to tell a soul.

"Really?" Lily said, her mood brightening tremendously.

Dumbledore nodded. "Now, then, let's get started."

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After her meeting with Dumbledore, Lily finally stepped out of the castle her son was being taught at and walked towards Hagrid's hut. She pulled her cloak closer to her body, shivering a little as a cool breeze blew passed her. It was around four o'clock in the morning, the sun would rise soon. The lesson had left her tired as usual.

As she grew nearer to Hagrid's hut, she could hear that the lovable giant man's dog, Fang, was barking playfully. She could also hear Hagrid's booming laugh from within the small cabin. Smiling, she reached up and knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps were heard, and then the door opened, showing Hagrid's smiling face.

"'Lo, Lily. How'd th' meetin' go with Dumbledore?" he asked pleasantly, stepping aside to let her in.

Lily stepped forward and pulled off her hood, shaking her hair. "It went well, Hagrid, thanks. Albus said just a few more sessions and I should be as powerful as I ever could be."

"Tha's good news if I ever heard one." Hagrid said, "Have a seat. Care for a pot o' tea?"

"Oh, no thank you," Lily declined. "I really should get back to the castle. I'm almost dead on my feet from exhaustion."

"I 'magine them lessons are tiresome," he said sympathetically.

"Yes, and this one was a little more adventurous than ususal."

"Why's tha'?" Hagrid asked.

Lily sighed, "Well, Harry, Hermione, and Ron saw me heading up to Dumbledore's office tonight. I had to tell them a story saying that Remus asked me to help him with his transformation."

Hagrid's frown was evident even hidden under the bushel of hair on his face. "Yeh think he believes that?"

Lily's frown deepened, "I hope so, or I will have lied to my son for nothing."

Then, Lily's face brightened, "No need to dwell upon this subject. I guess I'd best be on my way."

Hagrid nodded and turned around, picking something that was leaning against his fireplace, "Here's yer broom." He said, handing it over to her.

"Thanks, Hagrid." She said, pulling her hood over her head again. Hagrid walked her out of his hut, watching as she not so gracefully got on the broomstick. She giggled a little and looked over at Hagrid, "I tell you, this broomstick has got to be one of the strongest things in this world. It manages to fly beautifully even with my large body on it."

Hagrid laughed good-naturedly.

Before Lily took off into the air, she called to him, "Hagrid, I will get in touch with you about having you over for dinner one of these nights."

Hagrid waved, "Sounds good, Lily!"

And then she was off, flying into the rising sun.

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Later that same day, after Lily was rested and refreshed, she stepped out of her chambers and walked towards the throne room, where her husband seemed to have lately taken refuge in.

"James," she called out when she entered the large hall.

James looked up from where he was sitting, his head previously in his hand, which rested on the arm rest of the throne he sat upon. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face, "Oh, good, you're back."

Lily tilted her head and smiled affectionately at him. When she reached his side, she was just as tall as he was sitting on his seat, for it was elevated higher than the rest of the room. She leaned over and kissed him gently. "I ran into our son while I was up there. Don't worry," she said quickly, seeing the nervous look in his eyes, "He doesn't know about that yet. I told him I was there to help Moony with his transformations. Of course, I can only hope he would not notice that last night was not indeed a full moon."

"Did you tell him?" James asked, a genuine smile now on his face.

Lily put a hand on her stomach. She nodded, "He was thrilled." James smiled widened.

"And what of the lessons?" he said, back to being serious.

"Dumbledore said only a few more sessions and I should be done." Lily said.

"That's good." James said tiredly, "I hate for you to leave every month. I never know whether you're safe or not."

"Of course I'm safe," Lily said softly, "I'm a good flyer, I'd never get into any trouble on my trusted broomstick."

James nodded, "You're right I suppose. I'd just hate if anything had happened to y-," he was cut off by a guard at the door.

"Sorry to disturb you, your Highness," he said meekly, "but, you have a visitor."

James looked at Lily, then turned back to the guard, "Send him in."

The guard nodded and disappeared around the corner. A few moments later a not so welcome person walked briskly into the hall..

Lily felt James tense beside her and she squeezed his arm warningly.

"Malfoy," he snarled, "What are you doing here?!"

"Tut, tut," Lucius Malfoy drawled in the same cold, bored voice that both Lily and James remembered bitterly. "Is that anyway to treat a noble subject, your Highness?" he said the last two words in a mocking tone.

James' eyes hardened greatly, "I see no noble subjects besides myself and my wife, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius sighed sardonically, tisking as he raised his cold grey eyes to the ceiling, "Yes, I was in most distress when I heard that the Ministry had taken away my title last year."

"It would have happened a lot sooner," James spat out, "but we felt that there were loads more important things to take care of besides poor, pathetic supporters of the once threatening maniac."

Malfoy's eyes flashed for a minute before he masked his emotions and said, "Yes, well, I suppose I'd better cut to the point."

"Please do," Lily said firmly, speaking for the first time.

Malfoy then said in a haughty voice, "I wish to request that your guards cease to come to my home at any hours of the day and search my estate."

"I'm afraid that just cannot be done," James said feigning sympathy.

"I have been cleared of all my charges; you have to reason to pester me anymore." Malfoy said through gritted teeth.

"Not until we find what we're looking for!" James roared, his eyes flashing, "And you KNOW what I mean!!!"

"James," Lily said quietly, restraining him from jumping up.

"Listen to the princess, your Highness." Malfoy said warningly. "or your mouth could get you into trouble one of these days."

"You dare threaten me?!" James said very quietly and dangerously, "Malfoy, we are not at Hogwarts anymore. You are not my equal any longer. Do not make the mistake thinking that you can talk to me the way you do. I am the king of this land! Your king! You will acknowledge your level of status in this kingdom, or I will find a way to send you back where you belong."

There was a long silence where Malfoy just glared with the uttermost hatred at James.

"I would be careful if I were you, Your Highness. You cannot hide behind that crown forever." Malfoy said slowly and meaningfully.

James glared back at him from his seat on his throne with Lily holding a hand on his arm to restrain him from attacking him.

"I do not need to hide behind my crown to take care of you, Malfoy. Or have you forgotten that I already put you in Azkaban once?"

"I may not be your equal in this way," Malfoy said, ignoring James' statement, "but someday, your Highness, I may be above you." Malfoy then looked over at Lily, glaring at her so coldly she backed up a step, still clinging to James' arm. "You had better watch those of the most preciousness to you, King James." Without another word, Malfoy stalked out of the hall, his cloak fluttering behind him.

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A/N- I've decided to leave it right there. Sorry again for not putting in a few of the preview thingies, I wanted to get this out as soon as possible, so here it is. I'm sorry about the wait and the sloppiness of this chapter. Lately, with all my stories, I seem to be slacking off on them. I apologize for that and I promise to get my lazy butt in gear and give out some decent updates. Anyway, enough of my rambling. I wanted to inform those of you who don't know, that I have put out two one-shot stories. One's a Christmas story, and one is just some random one. Please read and review those, they were pretty much a writer's block cure anyway. Since I got 11 reviews, you will all get 11 preview thingies:

*"It's rubbish. It has to be."

*"Come on…you don't really believe that."

*"Have you delivered it?"

*"Tonight. And no mistakes."

*"Have you read the Daily Prophet today?"

*"Arthur, what on earth happened last night?"

*"Get out of my office."

*"He's hiding something."

*"No, let's keep this to ourselves."

*"We've been studying since October."

*"James, where are you?"