ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity, I found it at the bookstore, in the Latin section. Were the language programs were, its cover looks exactly like the original, but the words on it are in latin.


Wiccan PussyKat: Well for this one, short and soon, won, but it could be different next time. I'm starting to enjoy writing Ron, you don't really have to organize the writing, but I like writing Hermione more, because she's more like me. Oh! You guessed it before I gave a hint. Clever, clever. He didn't realize he had it either, until he felt the weight while he was walking to the room. I know, but it seemed like him.
Ack, I have diluted what I think someone would actually go though if this happened. Oh Kiddo will be in the family for more then a week, but they'll find him before he would get a Hogwarts letter.
It's not that bad, I'm home schooled and I'm doing this program call Power Glide, and it teaches you more conversations stuff. I can speak latin.

Lady Arwen of Rivendell, eeks, he'll be with them for a while.

Danca, once I get through with the interductions, and adoption it will be speeding up.

Eric2, I'm starting to realize that people really do read the author note. I thought I was strange for reading them, but now I don't feel so left out. Thank you for the complement.

ON WITH THE STORY.

Ever since he had woken up that first day, he had suffered from a pounding headache. After the first day was over he had been able to calm it, and seclude it to a ignorable prickle, but now; however, it returned to full power. Perhaps beyond what it had been, but to some extent, that could be explained by the door hitting his head.

Fleetingly, James glanced at his wife, she stirred but did not wake, then he turned to the two people, or perhaps he should have said, students, that had banged him unknowingly on the head.


If he had his glass on correctly, he might have recognized them as the teens that had known Harry, but the only part of them that was in correct view, was their feet.


James corrected the glasses, which had pulled off one ear, and were holding oddly to the bridge of his nose. The faces came into view, and he recognized them.

"Hello." He said quietly, hoping, as he recalled the red head's out burst, that they would continue in his volume. Silence was the only reining sound, and James had a feeling, by the girls glances at the bed, that Lily was awake. She knew to pretend, no need to get them both killed if these were Death Eaters in disguise.


"How did you break the charms?" He asked, trying to distract them from noticing his wife. The girl eyed him for a moment, then lifted a small key. "Ah, the key always works."


She nodded, studying him in a matter that made him wonder if she was comparing him to something. The red head made a jerky movement with his hand, and the invisibility cloak he had been carrying, spilled to the floor. He bent down, but kept his eyes on James, rummaging through the fabric for something; finally he found it, and pulled out a scroll.

"If your James Potter, then you would know what this was." He waved the scroll around like a person waves a wand when it won't do the spell they've commanded.

"You'd have to hold it still." The teen looked angry, as if he were already taking a risk by showing it to him, then slowly, he stopped the swishing. James eyed it, feeling that this would be his one chance to ensure neither his wife nor he would be hurt. He reached his hand out for it, and after the brown, bushy haired girl had nodded, handed it to him.


He was reluctant to let it go though.


At last James had it in his hand, and he opened it. It was blank, but James already knew what it was, and he was grinning. "Why its the Marauder map! "

The two shared a glance, and the boy seemed to give him a look that suggested he believe James had just heard this somewhere. James smiled apologetically at the two. "I have no idea were you got this from, but I think I'm right when I say, you want me to open it."


Both nodded, but did not speak, and James rerolled the scroll. The teen boy had taken out his wand, as if this proved he were there enemy. "I don't have a wand, I can't."


The girl nodded, and said. "I guess the Headmaster would be reluctant to give you a wand."


James wanted to ask how she knew this, if she knew why he would be. He wanted also, to tell her that Albus had never been reluctant to give there wands back when they had been taken to Hogwarts after a raid before. But he did not get the chance for his tongue to loosen, before she was continuing.

"I mean, pray if I'm wrong, but it might be he does not trust you." She bent down a bit, eyes suddenly showing with such intense determination that James lowed his own gaze. "I certainty am reluctant to trust you."


She was examine him with that comparing regard again, and the boy was nodding beside him.


"If you are not James Potter, and you hurt Harry; you will regret it." James snapped his head to the boy now, and made a motion to stand.

He was aware of his wife's hand helping him up, and turned to watch as she stood beside him, regarding the girl and boy just as much intensely.

"I am sorry you do not believe our identities. We do not want to hurt Harry." She gave the girl a sorrow filled smile, and continued. "Tell me, why would I give my life for a child I later intended to hurt?"



There was unimaginable pain in that smile, and Hermione found her reluctance almost slipping away. Stop being foolish Hermione, your not going to let her fool you this easily are you?

Hermione glanced at her friend, he had opened the Marauders map, and activated it. He kept swallowing, tracing something on the map with his finger. Feeling his friends gaze he turned to her and whispered. "Can you fool the map, Hermione?"


When Hermione glanced over his shoulder, she saw four names grouped together, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Lily Potter, and James Potter.
The James- or what the map confused as James- was smiling at them as she looked to him. He must have guessed from their expressions, what the map read.

"There's no way to fool it. We copied Dumbledore's method on finding first years, and finding their names. No one can fool it." Ron raised both eye brows, leaned his head toward the man, and said,
"Not even your Lord."

The question had been mainly to judge the mans character, to see how he reacted, and Ron was proud of himself for thinking of an insult that helped. The man, who Ron was beginning to think of as James Potter more and more, reacted as Ron fancied Harry might if ever confronted with such a question.

First he jerked, then a grimace came to his face, one of such potent displease it could have tied with one of Severus Snape's. Finally a glint of what Ron identified as an old spark of the Marauders spirit; something Ron had seen a few times in Sirus's eyes, and would have seen more often if not for the Dementors...


Ron stopped his rambling train of thought, and tried again to focus on the man in front of him. His eyes were glittering.


"My Lord...you mean my Master?" Ron had a sinking feeling in his stomach; was he really in a room with a Death Eater? The man was sickeningly cheerful for someone Ron was now sure was going to kill him. "You must mean Albus Dumbledore, though he hardly ever had us calling him my Lord, or such."


Ron had expected the man to pull out a wand from his robes sleeve, one he had hidden, or, have his face suddenly turn into Voldemort's, red eyes gleaming; Ron had not expected him to be smiling, even trying to conceal laughter.



He was at a lose for words, Hermione apparently; however, was not. "That's not something to joke about!"

The woman was sighing, nodding in agreement, and in an attempt to somber his features the man stopped laughing, and began forcing his head to mimic his partners slow nods.


"Your right, I'm terribly sorry. You must have been frightened; thinking you were in a room with two Death Eaters, but Sirus used to joke about that, and Severus, what did he used to say..." His voice trailed off at the woman's pointed glare. Hermione guessed it was something about Severus being a spy, common knowledge to Hermione Ron and Harry, but probably not something one went around joking about.
Although it could have been a joke in there time, with other order members, Hermione found herself realizing, all of them must have, to an extent trusted each other, and if war was your job, if it was all you lived, then did one not find some fun in even horrifying things to make them more expectable to see daily.


"So have we agreed that none are here to hurt? And that our names are our rightful ones?" One reluctant nod came from both, and Lily was almost sure he could the girl mutter beneath hier breath.
"For now." Lily did not comment on that, unwilling to backtrack on the new understanding they had achieved.

"My name is Lily Potter, this is James Potter, what are yours." She already knew that they knew both her and James's names, but she felt as if she had to got he motions.


"Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley." That was when the truce began.