Okay, WordPerfect9 went bust. So, I'm using WordPad, which has no spellchecker, so don't mind any minor spelling mistakes.

All thoughts of sleep forgotten, Harry grabbed his wand from his pocket, just as there was another explosion.

The four boys got up to leave the common room, which was a rather stupid thing to do. Suddenly, Sirius stopped. "Where's Peter?" he asked curiously, and Harry looked up, noticing for the first time that Peter wasn't present.

Suddenly, Peter came running down the stairs, wand in hand. Harry heard screaming from dormitories above. Peter skidded to a stop in front of them, gasping for air.

"It's chaos up there," he said, panting. "Students... are... freaking out..."

Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice pulsed through the school, magically magnified. "Can I see Harry Granger, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black in my office immediatley?"

Harry cast a wary glance onto the grounds; the Death Eaters hadn't gotten in yet, so the five boys dashed off into the corridors.

Running down the halls, skirting past teachers, the boys finally made it to Dumbledore's office. James muttered, "Fizzing Whizbees," and the gargoyles jumped aside.

Finally, they reached Dumbledore's polished wood doors, and, not bothering to knock, they burst in. "What's going on?" was the first thing Remus said, although he already knew.

Dumbledore had a very grave expression on his face. "Voldemort has broken into the wards of Hogwarts. I need you five to stay in my office... especially Harry and James."

James had a confused expression on his face, but Harry knew why he was being instructed to stay in Dumbledore's office.

"Why-" James began.

"We'll stay," Harry said, cutting James off. Dumbledore nodded, sweeping out of the office.

"Why'd you cut me off?" asked James, sounding agitated. Harry didn't answer, but looked out of the enourmous glass window behind Dumbledore's desk that faced the grounds.

Teachers were spilling out of the school, wands raised. Several sixth and seventh years were in tow, and more of them exited the school and emerged onto the grounds, ready to fight for their school. But they didn't know they were fighting for Harry Potter's life, and for their own future lives.

Harry sank into a chitz armchair in front of Dumbledore's desk, still looking out the window. He was the cause for this fight... he was the reason students and teachers alike would be fighting on those grounds, some wounded, some dead.

Harry inwardly moaned. This wasn't a good thing, Voldemort would most certainly kill him, he couldn't win.

Or could he? He had defeated him as a baby... but that was because of his mother. He had thwarted him at age eleven... but the only reason he made it to the end was because of Hermione and Ron, and if the mirror wasn't there, Voldemort would've won. But what about when he was twelve? No, he'd be dead if it wasn't for Fawkes. Age fourteen? If Priori Incanteum hadn't happened, and the spirits of those Voldemort had killed had distracted him while Harry fled. And the only reason Harry had made it out of the Ministry alive was Dumbledore had stopped Voldemort himself.

He didn't have any power whatsoever, just won on technicallities.

But what if their was a technicality this time? What if Harry managed to survive? But what if somebody else didn't? Sirius, Remus, or James? If James died, Harry would never be born, the Dark Lord never defeated.

But if Peter died... things would turn out okay. Or would they? You could never tell with the future.

"Harry?" asked Remus tentitavely, pulling Harry from his jumbled thoughts. "You alright?"

Harry nodded slowly, biting his bottom lip when he saw a sixth year Ravenclaw being tortured. Trembling, he tore his eyes away, knowing the kid shouldn't have to go through the torture...

But it wasn't his fault, it was Sirius's. He had wanted Harry to go into the past. Harry didn't want this. But did Sirius know the trouble his actions would cause? Did he know his life could be shortened?

He turned his sad green eyes to the other four boys, who were deep within their thoughts as well, knowing that these thoughts may be their final, before death rears it's ugly head.

Curling his knees up to his chest, he wallowed in misery, not knowing whether he could survive or not. Not knowing if this was his last hour.

Suddenly, a smile came to Harry's face. He had gotten to spend time with his father, gotten to speak to his mother. This is the way he would want to die. It wasn't horrible.

James looked over at Harry. "What're you smiling about?" James said miserably, his hazel eyes without the usual glimmer.

Harry shook his head. "I had four great friends. This is the way I want to die, if I must."

The other four seemed to understand what he was talking about, all four beginning to smile slightly. "Harry's right," Sirius said finally. "It's been great, hasn't it?"

Remus nodded. "Yeah... I've got four great friends."

James, Peter, and Harry nodded, grinning at one another.

"If you are going to be strong and brave, you have to face death without fear," said Sirius finally, and the other four boys nodded.

"To Gryffindor bravery," said Harry.

"To Gryffindor pride," said Sirius.

"To friendship," said James.

The five boys smiled, ready to face death if need be.

Ready to see what happens to the brave five? I've been cranking out the chapters now, I'm very proud of myself. I'm starting chapter eleven, which will be most likely the final chapter, tommorow.