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ON WITH THE STORY

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger found Sirius Black at the edge of the lake, cowering from the Dementors that flew above them. Harry screamed for his friend to think of something happy, while he raised his wand and tried to do the same. I am not sure what he thought of that night...what memory he deemed fit enough...

Hermione could not do it, not with at least a hundred Dementors closing in on them. Harry yelled the spell, EXPECTO PATRONUM, over and over again. Remus Lupin told me at the end of that term that, every time Dementors came near young Harry, he heard his parents last night, his mothers pleading, so I am sure those screams accompanied his own.

Harry Potter could not manage it; the Patronum spell is advanced magic, far beyond third year, and then, not even those students are expected to fight more then a hundred of these deadly creatures, so I am not surprised Harry at the moment could not complete the task.

Harry Potter kept whispering it though, making sure that, at least as he was awake, not one of them would touch his Godfather.

Then, one Dementor got past his last feeble shield, and lowered its hood...

I have never had the unfortunate experience of seeing a Dementors face, few have, so I cannot tell you what horrors Harry saw, but I am told it is like looking at the pure form of death.

The Dementor grasped Harry's neck, with its two scaly hands...it bent Harry's head up...ready to suck his very soul out. But, once again, something saved Harry Potter from death: a light from the other side of the lake.

The silvery light grew brighter and brighter, and the Dementor had dropped his head.

Something was circling them, driving the Dementors away. Harry lifted his head one last time, using all his energy to get a better look at the light. He could see the form of an animal, and it was as if this animal was formed of only this light, cantering back across the now empty lake. It was a stag, and, welcoming the stag back to the other side...Harry Potter thought he saw his father...

JAMES

James took another step forward, and the eyes of the teen snapped onto him, watching his every step. The child tensed in front of him, but the teen held his shoulder, preventing even the idea of escaping. When he reached Sirius, his friend began to walk by his side also.

They were close now, not more then ten feet, and James thought he heard the teen, his head bent down to the child's ear so that only his dark hair was seeable, whisper to the child that he had to explain now, that it would be alright.

Sirius and James stopped sharply, as the teen lifted his head, and his features became apparent. It was Godric Gryffindor.

With a hand still on the child's shoulder, he asked the two adults if perhaps they could continue back to the room, in which they belonged.

James nodded; to numb to realize it was Sirius this man was speaking to. Sirius nodded as well. When he began to walk and James did not follow, he dragged his friend along until James got the feeling back in his legs.

REMUS

Remus took a deep breath, as his mind went reeling again. Remus could smell the lingering sent of the child's blood, Harry's; the same had smelled at the graveyard those seven years ago. And with the search for this one persons blood, the rest arose. All of the blood that had recently come through that room suffocated him. He wanted to shake his head, and run out of the room.

Somewhere, a huge bubble of anger burst. If their was a person to blame for Harry's injures, they would pay, even if he had to some how sneak away from Sirius and James on a full moon. He would give up never tasting human blood, for Harry.

A wolf pack, will take in any puppy, and if a puppy is born into a pack, the whole group takes care of it. Harry was James's son, and so was also Remus's cub. No one hurt his cub.

And, somewhere, that beast that always lurked behind his amber eyes, growled and snarled, and tried to escape.

It scratched and bit at his chest, thinking horrible thoughts for those who hurt Harry.

Remus would be surprised then, when he learned his cub had done this to himself. Perhaps though, the werewolf would recall the thirteen year old he had taught, and his suspicions he had never acted on.

But none of that mattered now, that was still to be discovered. Remus did know, though, that he needed to calm down, before that wolf did escape, before he ran into something, and did something he regretted. He needed to wait, if only for his cub.