Title: Harry Potter And The Return Of The Marauders
Pairings: JP/LE
Rating: R
Parts: 11/?
Warnings: Post-OOTP, has spoilers. Do not read if you haven't read the 5th book! Also has Child Abuse and Rape
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the original Harry Potter characters and settings. Everything not owned by her is mine.
Summary: AU – Harry's Parents come back with Sirius. A few surprises, with new powers, new romances and new problems.
Key: "…" – Talking
'…' – Thinking
… Parseltongue
… Phoenix

Authors Note: Someone asked if Harry cast the secrecy spell…uhm…yes. Lol. It was there in the chapter, just got to read it.

I know I left something out in Harry's stories, but, I'm sure they'd be able to figure it out. Or something…

Chapter Eleven – Plans and Trials

Hogwarts

Severus Snape rushed into the school and headed to the headmaster's office. Voldemort had ordered for Ronald Weasley's capture by Halloween. They had just over two months to formulate a plan and figure out what to do about it. He reached the gargoyle and spoke the password. He stepped onto he staircase as it spiraled upwards. He knocked on the door and entered the moment he had permission to. He stepped into the office and frowned at the sight of Arthur Weasley sitting there. He sighed and spoke, "Headmaster, the Dark Lord has a plan to get Harry."

Immediately two sets off eyes were trained on him. Dumbledore spoke first, "What is the plan?"

"He plans to capture Ronald Weasley and use him as bait," Severus said with a small sigh, "He hopes, Harry, will rush in to save him like the foolish Gryffindor he is, and then he plans on killing them both."

Arthur had gone horribly pale, "W-When?"

"The Hogsmeade weekend before Halloween. He wants Harry dead on Halloween, the anniversary of his parents death. I'm not sure if he knows about his parents or Black yet," responded Severus.

Dumbledore got up and walked over to the fireplace and fire called some people. A moment later, James, Sirius, Lily and Remus stepped out of the fire place. Dumbledore went through Voldemort's plan for them and sat back, "We need to decide what to do, and we need to plan it before Mr. Weasley is taken."

"Wait, we're going to let him be taken?" asked Lily.

"We have to, if we don't, Severus would be in as much danger as, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"That's no reason to put an innocent in danger, Headmaster!" cried out James.

Everyone sat there, wondering if there was anything they could do.

Godric's Hollow

Ryle had left the day before, promising to be back the 16th for the trial. After Harry's parents, Remus and Sirius left, the teens looked at each other nervously. They had heard the urgency in the headmaster's voice. There was obviously something wrong, and they weren't being told.

Suddenly a head popped into view in the fireplace. It was Draco Malfoy, "Potter, I need to talk to you, now!"

"What do you want, Malfoy?" snarled Harry.

"My father's just finished bragging about Voldemort's latest plan. He-" Draco said.

"Wait, why should we listen to you, ferret boy?! You're probably one of his loyal followers!" snapped Ron.

Hermione nodded, "He's right you know. You've certainly never given us any reason to trust you, why would we start now?"

Draco sighed, "Can, uhm, Can I come through? I'll leave my wand here."

Harry looked hard at Draco. Something was different, off about him. He didn't seem to be his usual cold self. Harry frowned and was about to say something when he saw it. In his steel gray eyes, there was no coldness, no sneer. It was fear. Harry nodded, "It's Godric's hollow."

Ron turned to Harry after Draco nodded and spoke, "What the hell are you thinking, Harry?! He's a death eater's son! He could hand you over to Voldemort!"

"I don't think he will," Harry said. He watched as Draco stepped through the flames, he waved his hand and cleaned Draco's clothing. He studied him for a moment then asked his question, "What were you afraid of?"

Draco froze and slowly looked at Harry. He stared into those captivating green eyes and swallowed. He answered in a whisper, "My Father."

Ron tilted his head and frowned, "Why would you be afraid of your father?"

"He beats me. Whenever, Granger, gets higher marks, or, Potter, beats me in Quidditch. Even if you manage to best me in one of our fights. I have to act like the perfect Malfoy or else," Draco shivered.

Harry stepped forward and looked at Draco, "I want proof."

Draco looked him in the eye, "You know Legilimency, I know Occlumency, so I will bring for one memory to show you," Draco looked like he'd just sentenced himself to death.

Harry frowned, "Are you sure? I have a pensive…"

"Would you let me use it?" Draco asked, suddenly looking hopefully.

Harry raised his hand and summoned it. Draco looked shocked at the show of Wandless Magic and blinked when the pensive came into view. Harry put the pensive in front Draco, "You know how to use one of these?"

Draco nodded, then frowned, "I didn't bring my wand though…" he stopped when Ron handed him, his wand, "T-Thanks," he pressed Ron's wand to his temple and slowly pulled out a silver strand and placed it in the pensive.

Hermione looked at Draco, "Are we allowed to look, or just, Harry?"

"Uhm…Well…You'll need to trust me a little too. So…I guess you could look," Draco looked apprehensively at Ron.

Ron frowned at Draco, "I wouldn't laugh at you for something like this. I'm not that cruel."

Draco nodded, "It's in there, you can look. I'll just, uhm, wait here…"

The trio nodded before leaning into the pensive, leaving a nervous Draco waiting for their return.

-Draco's Memory-

"You stupid boy! Letting a mudblood do better then you again! And of course, you're not trying to out do Potter! He beat you, again!" bellowed a furious Lucius Malfoy, "Our Lord won't want you to serve him! You are worthless!"

While he'd been screaming at Draco, he'd been kicking him, repeatedly. Lucius pulled out his wand and cursed his own son. Draco's screams tore through the room, only to fall upon ignorant ears. Draco had come in second again, right after Granger. He'd tried hard to out do her, but she was simply better then him. His father didn't care, he just wanted him to be the best, the perfect Malfoy.

After Lucius had lifted the curse, he looked down at his son in disgust, "I thought I raised you better. You probably thought that because I was in prison, you'd be safe, didn't you?" he sneered.

"N-No, F-Father," whimpered Draco.

Lucius sneered and kicked his son again, then left, leaving his son bleeding on the ground.

-End Memory-

The trio came out of the pensive, noticeably shaken. Hermione was sobbing on Ron's shoulder, while Ron's face was an ugly twist of horror and anger. Harry just sat there with a far away look in his eyes.

Draco waved his hand in front of Harry's face, "P-Potter? Are y-you alright?"

Hermione looked up to see what Draco was talking about and gasped, "Oh no! Harry! Snap out of it! Please."

Ron looked at Draco's confused face and sighed, "His own memories. He's not had the best life you know."

"He doesn't think we've noticed when he gets lost in them, but every now and then something will remind him of the Dursley's, and he'll…well…he'll look like he does now," spoke Hermione.

-Harry's Memory-

"You worthless freak! Thought you were better then my Dudley did you?! Thought you could show him up?! I'll teach you!" snarled Vernon Dursley.

Eight year old Harry Potter, was curled into a ball on the floor, trying to protect himself from the heavy blows being landed on his small frame. He'd gotten an A on a small test in school, while Dudley only got a C.

Vernon picked up young Harry, and threw him forcefully into the cupboard under the stairs, "No food for a week, boy, and next time, you better not do better then my Dudley. You're nothing but a freak. Got it?"

"Y-Yes, s-sir," sobbed Harry.

-End Memory-

Harry suddenly blinked, then frowned, "Sorry…"

"What were you remembering, Harry?" Hermione asked timidly.

Harry looked up startled then sighed, "I received a beating similar to that from, Vernon when I was younger. I'd gotten higher marks then my cousin though…" he sighed, then shook his head, "Ok, Malfoy, you said your father was bragging about a plan?"

Draco frowned, but allowed the topic change, "Voldemort has decided that the Hogsmeade weekend before Halloween, he's going to capture Weasley," he nodded towards, Ron, who went sheet white. He continued, "He's hoping that by Halloween, you'll come rushing in like you always do, and he can kill you."

"Simple, but effective," said Harry, "Now, how are we going to ruin this plan?"

Hermione frowned, "Well, the obvious answer would be to tie Ron up and refuse to untie him till we get back," she rushed on as Ron opened his mouth to speak, "We can't do that though, because we'd give away our sources."

Draco frowned, "I always thought you just rushed in without a plan."

"Sometimes we do, but in a case like this, we plan it out. Hermione, you were reading an advanced version of the Polyjuice Potion last week weren't you?" asked Harry.

"Yes, I was. It takes 2 months to brew, and lasts up to 5 hours, why?" responded Hermione.

"What if he doesn't kidnap, Ron? What if, he kidnaps someone who looks like Ron?" asked Harry.

Ron was the one who responded, well, obviously, you wouldn't rush into some unknown danger, and whoever it was would die."

Draco spoke next, grinning as he began to understand what Harry was saying, "Unless, it's someone who could easily get rid of him."

Hermione stared at Harry, "No."

Ron frowned though, "Actually, it would be the easiest way to end the war," he paused for a moment glancing at the other three sitting with them, "It wouldn't be as bloody a battle, especially if you surprise him. But we'd have to work out all the factors for it to work."

Draco gaped, "When did you people become so cunning?"

"I was almost sorted into Slytherin," said Harry, with a grin.

"I'm a chess master, I have to be cunning to win," smirked Ron.

"I hang out with them," answered Hermione.

Draco glanced to each of them and seemed to come to a decision, he stood up and held out his hand, "Draco Malfoy. Call me Draco."

"Hermione Granger. Call me Hermione, but never Hermy or Mione," she took Draco's hand and shook it.

Ron stood up next and took his hand, "Ronald Weasley. Everyone calls me Ron."

Harry grinned at Draco before taking his hand, "Harry Potter. Everyone has a different name for me, but I prefer Harry."

Ron snickered, "Who would've thought the 'Golden Trio' would become friends with the Slytherin Prince over-night?"

Hermione shook her head, "Let's get back-"

The fire roared to life and six people stepped out of the flames. The four teenagers watched their reactions with amused expressions. Sirius looked like he was going to faint, Remus looked slightly confused, as was Lily, Arthur looked worried, James and Snape were both scowling.

Ron glanced at them all and in a split second came up with a story, "He needed help. His father wasn't…err…happy with him. He needed a place to go, and he contacted Harry. You know, Golden Boy and all that rot. It took him awhile to convince us to help him, and obviously to trust him, but as you can see, we did, so here he is."

Snape was the first to speak, "Is that true, Draco?"

"Yes, Sev," said Draco, "I left all my things in the manor as well, including my wand."

James was still scowling, "Harry, how could you trust him so easily? He could be lying. He IS a Malfoy!"

Harry stood up and picked up his pensive. He turned and looked his father in the eye, "Because he showed us."

Lily blinked, then turned to her husband, "He's staying here."

"Bu-"

"No, James! He's staying here. Someone will go get his things, we'll expand Harry's room," Lily narrowed her eyes and glared at the men standing before her, "Unless someone would like to tell me otherwise?"

Remus stepped forward, he looked Draco in the eye, "Do you mind if we look? It's not to be rude or anything," he chanced a glance at Lily, gulped, and rushed on, "It is possible to make fake memories, it's just so we can be sure."

Draco nodded and watched as all the adults went into the pensive. Hermione placed her hand on his arm and smiled at him, "They're a little over-protective."

Harry chuckled, "A little? I'm quite sure they'd hide us away and go after Voldemort themselves if they were sure it'd work."

The adults suddenly came out of the pensive, looking much paler then they had before. Sirius looked at Draco for a moment before speaking, "Did you know your mother was my cousin?" when Draco nodded, he continued, "I think I may be able to take custody of you. You'd probably have to change your name to Black and be re-sorted…"

Draco blinked, "But my father would never allow that!"

James looked at him, "He's supposed to be Azkaban, we can arrest him again, and if you testify to this, it would go much faster."

Draco was about to respond, but Snape spoke, "I'm his godfather, wouldn't it be easier if I took custody?"

"Yes…it would be," said Remus.

"I'm going to get his things," said Arthur, "I've been on quite a few raids to Malfoy Manor, so I can find my way around there quite easily."

James, Sirius, Remus, Snape and Arthur stood up and left. Lily turned to the teens and ushered them to bed, "Harry, tomorrow you have to go to court, remember?"

Harry paled, "No…I'd forgotten."

"Why do you have to go to court?" Draco asked in confusion.

Hermione answered, "They are bringing the Dursley's in for abuse. It hasn't been in the paper's because Dumbledore won't let them post about it. He probably won't be able to stop them tomorrow though."

Harry nodded then gave his mum a hug, "Night, Mum."

"Night, Harry. Night you three," Lily smiled before heading downstairs.

Harry turned to the other's, "We'll continue planning another day. Sooner or later they'll have an order meeting and we'll be alone then. For now, Hermione, get a list of the ingredients. Ron, list what you think we need to check for, same with you Draco."

"What are you going to do, Harry?" asked Hermione.

"I'm going to talk to Ryle and find out how to get rid of him," answered Harry, "Good night, guys. See you in the morning."

Malfoy Manor

Snape had not come with them, simply because he was supposed to hate them, so four figures approached the doors of Malfoy Manor. Arthur Weasley raised his hand and knocked politely on the door. He waited a few moments before knocking again. When the door opened a slightly disheveled Narcissa Malfoy answered the door, "Good evening, Mr. Weasley, how my I help you?"

"We are here to collect Draco Malfoy's belongings," he said.

"Oh? Do you know where he is? He left a few hours ago, and we-I haven't been able to find him?" she asked.

Sirius stepped forward and smiled at his cousin, "He's at Hogwarts. Dumbledore decided he should get extra potions lessons, you know how loves the art."

She nodded stiffly then snapped her fingers. A moment later a house elf was there, "Pack Draco's things and bring them to these men, and be quick about it," she snapped.

The elf disappeared with a crack and returned a few minutes later with two trunks and a cage with a black owl in it. The elf handed it over to James and Sirius then left as quickly as it could. Arthur smiled at her, "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. Good evening."

The door slammed shut and the men sent each other amused looks. Sirius leaned over to lift one of the trunks and just about fell over, "Merlin! How much stuff is in here?!"

Remus looked highly amused and lifted the trunk, "Not as much as you used to have."

Sirius scowled at him, and beckoned for James to help him lift the other trunk. All four men got to the edge of the wards and apparated back to Godric's Hollow. Arthur left the owl in the entrance hall before going home. The trunks were left with the owl as the other three men took off there boots. Remus headed off to bed, while Sirius went to the kitchen for a snack. James climbed the stairs and found his wife sitting on their bed, flipping through a photo album. She looked up and smiled, "It has photo's of Harry. This is his first year. He was so small."

James sat down and looked over her shoulder. The photo was of Harry in the hospital wing, going through his piles of gifts. He glanced up and smiled at his parents before going back to what he was doing. The next was of Harry, Hermione and Ron. They were all standing in front of the Hogwarts Express waving cheerfully at the camera. James sighed a little, "Hard to imagine he'd faced Voldemort that year. He looks so innocent."

Lily nodded and put the album away, "Well, he has something else to get through. Tomorrow is his court date. We need to sleep," she leaned over and kissed James, then climbed under the covers and closed her eyes.

James smiled down at his wife before getting ready for the night. Before going to bed, he checked into Harry's room and frowned a little. Harry was asleep on the window ledge. If it weren't for the closed window, James was sure his son would've fallen out. He carefully stepped over Ron and Draco. He rested his hand on Harry's shoulder and almost fell over when his head snapped up. Harry turned to his father and tried to smile, "Hi."

"Hey, why are you up?" asked James.

"Nervous. What happens if things don't go right tomorrow? Will I have to go back?" Harry looked up at his father. His eyes shone with fear and worry.

James wrapped his arms around his son and kissed the top of his head. He sighed softly, "No matter what, Harry, we will not let you go back. I promise. Alright?"

Harry nodded and hugged his father back, "Thanks, Dad," Harry paused for a moment, "I still have flashbacks you know? There will be something that reminds me of the Dursley's, and I'll have to go somewhere. Today I couldn't…after seeing Draco's memory, I remembered the time when I was beaten for doing better then Dudley. It was horrible."

James squeezed Harry's shoulder, "Are you alright though? No one's talked to you about it all yet, have they?"

"No. I guess they are worried about how I will react," he answered.

"Sometime before summer ends, we're going to talk. For now, you need to go bed," James said.

James tucked Harry in before going back to his room. He smiled down at his sleeping wife before joining her in bed and falling asleep.

Court Room 10, 9am

Harry, Ron, Fred and George walked into the court room and sat behind the witness box. Harry was nervously picking at his robes. The judge, Minister Fudge and the interrogator, Mrs. Bones was introduced. Harry leaned over and asked why only one person was questioning the witnesses and Ron answered, "They use Veritaserum, so only one person has to ask the questions."

Harry nodded. Fred and George were the first to be called up. They were questioned about the night they rescued Harry from the Dursley's. They described how they had to pick the locks on the door, and how they had to get Harry's school things from the cupboard under the stairs. They also were asked if Harry had looked abused. They answered no, but he looked under fed.

Ron was questioned next. He was asked about Harry's appearance at the begin of the school years, how much he ate. He was asked if Harry seemed to enjoy going home, and about the night he went with the twins to save Harry. Ron came and sat down by Harry. Harry nervously waited for his name to be called.

"Mr. Harry Potter, please," spoke Mrs. Bones.

Harry slowly walked forward and sat in the chair provided for questioning. He opened his mouth and had the truth serum placed on his tongue. After that, the questioning began.

"Mr. Potter, can you tell us when the abuse began?" asked Mrs. Bones.

"I can't really remember, ma'am," Harry replied.

She nodded, "Do you remember the first time you were hit?"

"I was around three. I had summoned Dudley's tricycle to me. I didn't know how I'd done it, but I was smacked and thrown into my cupboard for a week, without food."

Mrs. Bones blinked, "Your cupboard? What do you mean?"

"I lived in the cupboard under the stairs for the first ten years of my life," Harry spoke.

Mrs. Bones nodded and watched the death glares the Dursley's were getting from the jury. She began again, "Mr. Potter, can you please describe to us what it was like at the Dursley's? Just in general please."

Harry began softly, "I slept in the cupboard under the stairs for the first ten years of my life. I was given Dudley's hand-me-downs. They were always too big. As soon as I was able to do work, I was given the household chores. Cooking, washing, dusting, gardening and all that. I had to teach myself how to cook, and was hit every time I did something wrong. When I was around 6 I got my first beating. I can't remember what it was for. When I got my first Hogwarts letter, it was addressed to me, in the cupboard under the stairs. They put me in Dudley's second bedroom, and tried to stop me from going to Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore had to send Hagrid to get me. The summer's after that was better then the years before in my life. I was locked in my room, but I wasn't beaten anymore. Until this summer. They had gotten a letter that my godfather had died, and they'd been warned by the Order to leave me alone. Uncle Vernon was furious, so he burned my things and beat me. He also raped me," Harry finished with a tear rolling down his cheek.

Mrs. Bones nodded and gave Harry the counter-serum, "Thank you, Mr. Potter. You may join your parents."

Harry got up and almost ran to his parents, who were sitting in the back with the rest of his friends and family. He hugged his mother and refused to move. His father rested his hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I'm proud of you."

Mrs. Bones called Dudley to the stand. She gave him the serum and asked him about Harry. She was told that he was a freak, and he'd made sure no one was his friend in elementary school. He practically bragged about his game of 'Harry Hunting' and how he used to use his cousin as a punching bag. He told them about Harry's lack of presents, and about how many he got in return. When he was finished, there wasn't a person in the room not glaring at the Dursley's.

Petunia was called up, and questioned. She told of how Harry was a bastard child, and how she hated him for being a wizard. She described the chores she'd made him do, and how little food she was willing to give him. She denied ever touching him, though. She had felt it was make her dirty. She was dismissed, and Vernon was called to the stand.

"How do you feel about your nephew, Mr. Dursley?" asked Mrs. Bones.

"I hate him. He's a worthless freak. If he was still living with me, he'd be good as dead by now," Vernon answered.

"Did you ever hit your nephew, Mr. Dursley?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"Of course I did. I was trying to beat the freakiness out of him. Didn't work did it?" he replied.

"Did you ever sexually abuse your nephew, Mr. Dursley?" Mrs. Bones asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I did. I bet he enjoyed it too," Vernon answered, nastily.

In the back of the court room, Harry was slowly slipping into his memories. His mother was trying to help him, but had no idea what to do. Mrs. Bones noticed this and asked for a 5 minutes break. Fudge granted it.

Harry was led out of the court room and to another room on the side. Snape was called in with a calming draught for Harry, which had to be forced down his throat. Harry immediately relaxed in his mother's arms. He looked up, "Is it almost over?"

She smiled down at Harry, "Yes, it is," Lily hugged him close, "Are you ready to go back?"

At Harry's nod he was lead back to the court room. His father wrapped a supportive arm around his shoulder and watched the rest of the trial.

Vernon was questioned about similar things to his wife and son. He admitted to beating, raping and neglecting Harry. He admitted flat out that he'd planned on beating Harry to death this summer. When he was finished being questioned, the jury left the room to vote.

Thirty minutes later, they returned. They handed Fudge a piece of parchment and sat down. Fudge read through it and asked the Dursley's to stand, "Vernon Dursley, you are found guilty of all charges held against you. You are hereby sentenced to 25 years in Azkaban Prison," Fudge paused to let the cheering finish, "Petunia Dursley, you are found guilty of all charges placed against you. You are hereby sentenced to 5 years in Azkaban Prison," Fudge had to pause again, "Dudley Dursley, you are found guilty of all charges placed against you, and added to that, Physical Abuse. You are sentenced to 10 years in Azkaban Prison," Fudge finished.

Harry looked relieved and hugged everyone. He watched as the guards led away the Dursley's, knowing he'd never have to return to that place again. He smiled and asked his parents if they could go home. In two days time he had exams to take. As they left the Ministry building, they were met with the sight of 30 death eaters waiting for them.

Note: I know, Draco is OOC. But I think he's cuter when he's not sneering and all that. Thanks for the reviews!