Author's Note: Ello, Thank you for the reviews and thank you for telling me about the misspell. Oh, I guess I do own something after all, I own Syis (Sis) and The White Stag. Jesse.


Harry, Ron, And Hermione were all sitting in the living room with Sirius and Remus when Ron suddenly said, "Do you think he'll be all right? It's been a long time."

Sirius looked at him then said, "I wish I knew Ron. I wish I knew." A few minutes later Dumbldore walked into the room. Sirius who was the first to see him quickly asked if James was all right.

Dumbldore looked around the room then said, "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Good."

"Well, the good news is that he will be fine. The bad news is that the doctor has reason be believe that James has lung cancer." Dumbldore said softly.

"How long?" Remus asked.

"Six mouths to a year they're not sure which." Dumbldore answered.

"Can we see him?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Come on let's go to St. Mungos." Dumbldore said. They all got up and followed Dumbldore into the kitchen, then to St. Mungos itself, down the hall and through a door. There lying on a bed wrapped in white sheets was James Potter. His face deathly pale, his eyes closed in peaceful sleep, a bandage wrapped around his chest.

Sirius walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair beside it. " Hey Prongs, we'll here for you bud."

"I know, Padfoot." James said softly.

"James, what did you mean when you said Voldemort will know how to kill him?" Sirius asked.

"Harry he'll know how to kill Harry." James said weakly.

"I don't understand James. How can he know?" Sirius said.

"Sirius, Harry has the blood of The White Stag in his veins. Syis will kill him and now Voldemort knows. That's what he shot me with a bullet made from Syis." James said softly. "Sirius if he gets me there will be nothing standing in his way of getting Harry. Sirius don't let him get my son, you have no idea how much that shit hurts. It like the pain curse times a thousand."

"I won't let him get Prongs, I promise." Sirius said.

" Thank You, Padfoot." James said softly as his eyes slowly closed.


Author's Note: Ello, I'm mean I know. Thank you again for the reviews. Jesse.