A.N: I'm not really sure if Harry ever told Hermione what happens when Dementor's come near him, but in my story he did. Okay I did as promised, I started the search. I'm sorry, I just loved Sirus's words as an ending. They seemed so appropriate. I'll get the next part out soon. I'm off the first page anyway, it is not as if I am going to get further reviews.



Athenakitty: Um, soon, but not within two chapters. Mine are very short if you've noticed :). Location clues? I'll keep that in mind, thanks. Walking? Yes, I'll make sure to do that. I think I will have to look up what should be happening at one years of age.



Wiccan PussyKat: Hehe, I made the search start, but by my appoligy in the Auther note, you can see I just started it. Sorry!
Correct! The next one is, "Anyone (or someone) here speak latin?"
Thanks, I'll try to calm down. Hmm.. That should take place very soon. Yeah, I guess I did do that huh? Subconsciously anyway. I like it though. I had to add Quidditch, you just know that would be the fist thing that came out of there mouths. I mean remember in the 5th book how James had stolen a Snitch? Quiddich freaks indeed!
Thanks I like that one two.
That was a kind of frightening moment for Ron, you know? I think it was the point at which he really began to realize what was happening.
That sentence, just came to me. I mean we don't really hear a lot about what happens to James while Lily is upstairs, but he is just as traumatized as his wife.
I rounded it off nicely didn't I. Same way in this chapter to...

Kateydidnt: Little things I guess, you have to remember that right now, he knows in some way that these people are Muggles... The memories will get more blurry as he gets older.


Eric2: I wonder who did invent the cliff hanger? Wonderful, they are easier to write with to. No, no, I must have done something wrong or confusing. Harry is trying to take off his own bib, and he can't get it off. Thank you.


Lily Skylo: Interesting, and that's an understatement. I think it will be a bit long. Why have him have a different kind of life, if your not going to explain it. If I run out of ideas, then I'll ask you guys.


Lady Arwen of Rivendell: Uh, read above. I'm sorry, don't cry..


I tried to stop him, but it was a fools battle, he'd killed so many times he didn't even hesitate as he drew his wand, and he only laughed as the green light...

Those words echoed in Hermione's mind, bouncing off walls, that even she could not identify, and coming back to her ears again.


In the silence that followed, Hermione found herself remembering words of Harry's: "I can hear my father telling my mother to run, to get me and run, that he'd hold him off, and even as my mother enters my nursery, I can hear the bang of his body, the foreboding footfalls of Voldemort coming up the steps.."


Hermione gave her head a small shake, trying to physically dislodge the memory from her mind. It was no use to focus on the past, she had to focus on the future; finding Harry.


"Did anyone give you any information on Harry, or how you came back?" Lily bit her bottom lip, glancing down at the books, and Hermione suddenly realized there titles. They were history books, all that would have contained Harry's first fight with Voldemort.


"We only know what Dumbledore told James when he first woke up, which wasn't much. Harry is well known, and survived Voldemort, from these books though, I started to find out what the headmaster really meant by that." She smiled nervously, then quite suddenly, as if she had been itching to ask this question the moment the two strangers walked in the room, she said.
"How does one beat him?..."



A long silence stretch over the room, and Lily in this time realized that the two children had not flinched.
Had the name lost importance in this time?

Was Voldemort already dead?

"He said you did." The young girl said, twisting her hands together. "Harry said you used ancient magic and saved him, that, that was why..."



She fell silent all of a sudden, as if she had just realized what she was saying to his parents. If she had finished those words, she would have told them Voldemort could not touch Harry, and that would have be admitting he fought with Voldemort. She did not want to be the one to say that to his parents.

Lily was crying, though no sound was coming. "You mean those words, someone was whispering them in my ear, someone told me to say them. The voice said they would save Harry, but I never thought..."


James was staring at his wife, Ron had jumped to his feet, and Hermione was gazing ahead, lost in her own thoughts.


"Who?" She croaked out at last, her voice uneven. "Who said that?"

She had drawn back in her chair, and both hands were gripping the arms, nails digging into the wood.


Lily regarded her for a moment, in which she swallowed and opened her mouth several times. Her eyes were closed, and James had a horrid feeling that she was remember that night, the day that seemed like only days ago to them.


"He didn't say, but it was a man. Maybe your age, I could tell by his voice. Kind of like how Albus's words make you want to listen to him? Yes, I'm sure; it would have been very hard for me to say no to him."


She still had her eyes closed, and she was trembling. "What else did I have to loose. Even if those words probably wouldn't work... I had no other idea how to save him. I couldn't let him die. I had already tried begging with a monster, that wasn't working. His whispers were my last hope."


James was already by Lily's side, whispering comforting words in her ears, and Hermione was already wringing her hands again.


"I have an idea, I have to go to the library, come one Ron. We'll come back in the morning alright Misses and Mister Potter?" James was nodding; Lily was still trembling.


Hermione grabbed Ron by the wrist and swung the cloak over them both, rushing out the door. Just as they reached the knob, she heard Lily whisper.


"He said he couldn't let Harry die this early, he said he would defeat Voldemort later, but not now, now he need his mothers help, my love."










HEADMASTERS OFFICE- SIRUS, REMUS, AND ALBUS.



There was a map in front of them, magical made to show the whole world, and to bring up a state at call. It stretch over a good part of Albus's huge desk, and right now they had the Riddle Manor, and the cities surrounding it, blown up so far that they could see the name of each house, each store and of each person.

Albus had said the dots in blue were Wizards and Witches, though there were not many in this town. It seemed as normal as privet drive.

The headmaster had also pointed out to them that the red dots were children that were attending Hogwarts, of which there were non in the town, and that the green dots were children that showed magical talents; there were only four.

None of them were Harry.

So Albus moved to the next town, were they did not find Harry, though Dumbledore summoned each name of children Harry's age.
The next three towns held nothing either.

"Were is he!" Sirus shouted, aware suddenly that he sounded remarkably like he used to in Askaban. His voice was husky from listening with full attention to Dumbledore, and from yelling on a few occasions. It sounded like the hoarse screams he had always heard from the cells beside him, as they slept.

A paleness came over him then, and he felt the ice climb under his skin, he could feel, even in memory, what Askaban was like. He was frozen with his fist above the air, ready to fall and slam on the Headmasters desk, but it fell to his side instead.

"I want him back Albus, we have to find him." The Headmaster nodded solemnly to Sirus, and Remus squeezed his shoulder in reassurance.


"Well although it seems appalling that we are not finding him in the surrounding towns, it is actually quite good. It means Harry must have Apperated; which he was quite well known for doing as a child." Albus's voice was calm, even a bit cheerful, and there was a twinkle in his eyes again. Remus was nodding, but Sirus did not move.


"Do I really want to except that hope Albus? You say, and serve it, on a silver platter, but that silver makes me feel as if I am a Werewolf. Do I want to hope, if there really is none?"