Author's Note: I know that there are going to be a ton of shocked people out there but yes finally there is a new chapter on Mind. I apologize with how long it has taken, real life can be such a pain sometimes. I would like to send out my thanks to everybody who reviewed even though the story had lain dead for so long. This chapter is dedicated to each and every one of you because without all those reviews I might not have remembered this fic. I enjoyed this chapter, it reminded that yes once upon a time I had an interesting story idea. I had forgotten where this story was even going. So, hopefully the next chapter will be much sooner coming then this last one was, but I learned my lesson about making promises. . Once again, I want to say thanks for all the reviews, and the few people who were interested enough that they hunted me down on MSN.

Mind Chapter 4

Damn nerves, James thought angrily. He ran a quick hand through Harry's hair, finding it a little longer than his own, before he turned to look over at the entrance to the dorm.

Ron was standing nervously in the doorway. The redhead looked almost like he was heading into a hell pit instead of a dorm housing his best friend.

"Ron? Are you are okay?" James asked. He could feel Harry looking out worriedly at his friend. James didn't know Ron but he seemed like a good friend. He felt a pang as he thought of Remus, Sirius and Peter, but he didn't dwell on it. He knew that he would find a way home some how.

Ron nervously stepped into the room. "Hi, Harry." He waved a hand, his face was flushed any redder and it would resemble his hair. "Potion's is over."

James lifted an eyebrow. "And…" he prompted.

Ron ducked his head, then walked over and sat down next to Harry. James sent a questioning thought towards Harry, but got only confusion back.

"Harry," Ron started then he just took the plunge. "I know that things haven't been all that great since last year and I know that you're having trouble talking to us." James opened his mouth to interrupt, but stopped when Harry told him to let Ron talk.

"I understand. We both do. We just want you to know that we're here for you no matter what. You just have to ask and me and Hermione will be right behind you." Ron was getting more passionate with each word, until finally he jumped to his feet and faced Harry. "Even if that means taking on…well, You Know Who."

James felt something from Harry, but nothing he could really understand. Who was You Know Who? This was getting stranger and stranger every second.

Ron seemed to be waiting for some response, so James slowly said. "Thank you, I appreciate everything." James struggled for more words. He didn't know enough to say what Harry would say, and Harry wasn't helping. Ron was starting to look embarrassed again.

James twitched as the redhead lunged at him. He was hugged tightly for a moment then released. Ron's face was bright enough to rival his hair. James could feel his face flushing as well and Harry was a shocked presence in the back of his mind.

"Yeah, ummm…" Ron muttered. "We're here for you Harry."

James smiled. "I got it. Thank you." Ron flashed him a return smile then fled.

James watched the other boy retreat and turned his thoughts towards Harry. "You've got some decent friends there, Harry." James could almost see Harry's smile, the feeling coming through so strongly.

The sound of his feet moving across the floor was the only noise in the room. The lights were dim, the torches scattered along the wall. The only area lit held a high backed chair, the being seated there looked up as the man approached.

"Lucius," Voldemort rasped, his slitted eyes glinting and he placed the book he was reading on his lap.

Lucius approached the dais that the chair sat upon, as he reached the foot he sank to his knees and bowed his head.

"Yes?"

The bored and slightly annoyed tone in Voldemort voice boded ill for what Lucius was about to say, but he felt it needed to be said.

"My Lord, I have heard of the recent plans." Keeping his head bowed, knowing that while looking Voldemort in the face would help judge his reactions it would not please his Lord, which in his current situation would be a deadly idea. "I feel that I must ask you to reconsider." Silence was his only reply so Lucius continued. "To make such a bold move at this time would bring far to many risks with it." Then in an even quieter voice, "I fear that you are letting your need to crush the Potter boy influence your decisions."

The silence stretched on.

"You do, do you." Was stated in a low, hissing rasp. A shudder ran down Lucius's spin, visible even though he attempted to hide it. He watched as Voldemort stood, carefully keeping his eyes down. A hand grasped his hair roughly and jerked his head up. He met the fiery red eyes and the world spun. "Do not question my methods, Lucius. This is the only path. The Potter boy must be destroyed and it must be done soon, any longer and there will be a drastic shift in his favor."

"What, my Lord?" Lucius could not help gasping out, the world was still rocking on its axis and he could not look away from the burning eyes reaching their way into his soul.

"That is not for you to know." Voldermort hissed.

A small corner of Lucius mind spitefully muttered that even the Great Lord Voldemort couldn't know everything. But Lucius crushed the though as quickly as it piped up.

"Of course My Lord. I apologize."

The hand holding Lucius released him, sharp fingernails scraping across his cheek but Lucius still found himself unable to look away.

"I accept you apology Lucius. But I fear your doubting is a troublesome worry. But do not let it trouble you for it is easily fixed."

Lucius' eyes widened and his body stiffened, Voldemort's eyes seemed to envelope him.

Then there was only fire and pain. His screams echoed in the previously silent halls.

Voldemort sat along. He was angry still, but pleased that his new powers had worked so admirably. The questioning of his plans as nothing to worry about, he would not be crossed. Lucius himself would insure it now.

That damn Potter. The whole cursed Potter family. They needed to be wiped of the face of the planet. Damn that bumbling idiot Dumbledore.If not for him the Potter boy would have been taken care of long ago. But soon both of those annoyances would be taken care of.

Yes, his plan was perfect. It would solve all his problems in one swift blow, and then there would be no stopping him.

The boy flinched in his seat. The fireplace spreading heat to the room insured that it was not cold in the room but still a shiver ran down his spine. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the book in his lap. Something had changed something important.

Harry was still in a light state if shock at Ron confession. Not that it wasn't something he didn't already know, but that Ron who was so bad at confessions of his feelings had reached out to him. It made his heart warm. He had never had a family before and Ron was his brother in all ways but blood. Lately he had been so confused with his guilt and anger that he had forgotten just how much his friends meant to him and just how far they were willing to go to protect him. He knew that right this moment Hermione was waiting downstairs for Ron. Probably hoping that the shock of Ron's confession would get though to Harry in a way that her silent support had not in the last while.

James' praise of his friends just made it all the more special.

It was time that he told them the truth. Soon, he would just enjoy the company of his father for a little while longer and then he would tell his two closest friends and together he did not doubt for a minute that they would find a way to help James get back to his own time.

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