Professor McGonnagal kept walking swiftly passed the stone gargoyles that led off into the headmaster's office.

"I'm in trouble Professor?" he asked curiously. McGonnagal didn't say anything as they were ascending the spiral staircase. Curtly she knocked on the headmaster's door, which held the somewhat old looking headmaster. Albus Dumbledore. His beard was just long enough to tuck in his belt, though only and inch or so would fit. His fingers were linked, his gaze somewhere else. When he seemed to come back down to earth, he smiled at James and McGonnagal. He waved his hand to dismiss her; she nodded and walked out of the room, leaving James alone with him.

Dumbedore's face turned grave. James was stunned to see his expression change so quickly.

"James..."he began, "James, I have a favor to ask of you. Though it would be in effect at the end of your 7th year term,"

James sighed as he made it back to the Common room an hour later. Everyone was at dinner, but the rest of the Marauders.

"What did she want?" asked Sirius. James shook his head, indicating he would tell them later.

He was thinking about what Dumbledore would tell all of his teachers, therefore making him work harder. Why had he accepted? Why did he have to agree? He sighed. He put his head in his hand and began to think deeply about this. Remus moved over to him and muttered something in his ear. James shook his head, mentioning that it wasn't right. James took out parchment and addressed it to his Parents.

He sealed it up and went to the owlery alone. He stepped in front of a notice board. It read:

Wizards 7th year and up
Are you interested in saving
Your school?
If you are, come and see
Dumbledore Now!
(some necessary requirements are needed)
(death may be included in the job, enter at own risk of life)

So this is what he meant by advertisement. But he didn't see the fine print. Apparently it was saying that only wizards or witches with certain qualifications could be used. And here, James Potter, sixth year had been chosen. He was sure that not even the most exceptional kids could become a-

"Potter!" his thoughts were interrupted by McGonnagal again. "Well? What was your answer?" James looked at the brisk McGonnagal. Her lips were as thin as ever. James nodded yes and she gave him a rare smile.

"I was thinking that the rest of your little gang should also join. What do you think?" she still had that rare smile plastered on her face.

"That-Thank would be wonderful Professor!" out from the shadows came Snape. If you were close enough to James, you could hear him growl.

"And why not Severus?" she asked Briskly

"Do you really want Potter here to help the school when all he does is play pranks?" he asked, eyes narrowing staring at James.

"I trust him enough to believe he would do well, Severus. I don't know how you found out and I don't care, this is not your business, Mr. Snape," McGonnagal turned and walked off.

They stood there, locked on each other's gaze. James heard the Fat Lady's portrait open and close. It was conceived that she had gone up to the common room to get the others and bring them to Dumbledore. James was now aware that he was still clutching his letter he was going to send his Parents. He turned on heel and went back on his way to the owlery. He found a beautiful owl, with what looked like a black mask around his eyes. He tied the letter to his leg and muttered, "Take this to Mr. And Mrs. Potter, will you?" The owl gave an affectionate nip on the finger and flew out the window.

Just when he let the bird go, Argus Filch busted in.

"I've caught you red handed Potter! Mailing off a slip for Dungbombs, fizzing Whizbees and Blood Flavored Lollypops! I know!" one of his eyes were bulging and twitching slightly. James just stood there blinking, unsure of what to do.

"I erm... already sent it off sir," James blinked again, "and it wasn't forms, it was a letter to my Mum and Dad," James could have laughed out loud when he saw Filch's Face when he said it was already sent.

"Oh I'm onto you, Potter, I'm onto you," he limped off back into the hall.

James couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing. Peeved popped in when he heard his laughter.

"Oooooooooh, Ickle Potty! Whatcha up to? Sending off DungBombs again?"

"Nope, just Filch,"

Amazingly enough, James and Peeves got on relatively well. Maybe it was because they both played pranks. But their conversation was ruined again by a tubby toad like seventh year girl. She had a sugary voice, but she didn't appear to have any letter or even a parson in her chubby little hands. He wondered what she wanted.

"Are you up to something, Potter?" She said in her over sweet voice. The hair on the back of his neck rose high and he shuddered. She might have been pretty if she would have lost twenty pounds from her face alone. He didn't answer her and walked out of the owlery, though she kept pursuing his footsteps. After about five minutes of this, he turned around and yelled, "Will you quit following me!" she smiles an overly nice smile that matched her voice.

"But why Potter? It delays our time to detention with McGonnagal, which started about fifteen minutes ago," She smiled gingerly again and left. He looked at his watch and gasped. She was right! He was late. Quickly he gathered his thought and headed to the Professor's classroom.

He knocked gently on the door.

"Come in..." when he walked into the classroom looking a tad nervous.

"Your late Potter. Five points from Gryffindor. And why are you late?" She raised an eyebrow. He knew that she wouldn't believe that he lost track of time.

"I was held up, Professor," he said nervously, though when she didn't answer, he pressed on. "I was in the owlery delivering a letter to my parents when Filch came up to me, suspecting I was getting mail order stuff from Zonko's Then Peeves came in, then Dolores Umbridge came and was yakking at me..." he stopped when she held up her hand.

"That's enough. I will talk to Filch for you, unless you were sending Dungbombs off..." She continued when she saw him shaking his head vigorously, "Then I will find out the tip off. We will see. Now, you are going to write the lines, "I will not be late for detention, nor will I turn any Slytherin's goblet into a blubberworm." I want at least 600 lines by 9:00 tonight," She pointed to an empty desk and she went back to working.

He sat down and began writing. After a while his hand began to cramp and he looked up at the clock. 6:30. He still had two and a half hours to go. Sighing, he quietly continued his work half-heartedly, as he thought of his friends and of Lily later that night.

When those two and a half long hours and six rolls of parchment were up, he happily left the room. He had much to think about especially Quidditch the following morning.

He walked towards the portrait of the Fat Lady; he gave the password (Demeter), only to realize that the Fat Lady was missing! Wondering what else can go wrong, he sat by the empty portrait frustrated. Soon sleep took over his body and mind. It felt like he was asleep only for a few minutes when he was shaken violently to get his attention.

"James!" he recognized the voice immediately. It was Lily, "James wake up please! Something happened to Sirius! Oh James wake up!" She all but slapped him when he pushed her away, grumbling he stood up.

"What's wrong with Sirius, Lily?" He asked groggily.

"I can't find him Neither can Remus or Peter! He's missing!" she looked frightened.

Here is chapter 3, the Missing! I hope you enjoyed it! I finally got some free time to type! yayness! anyways, please review, if ya don't... i won't give out any cookies! Anyways Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter thingies... nothing at all.. sigh I wish i did though... erm.. yeah... all goes to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers! (lucky peoples...)

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