Sirius's House:

Sirius, Remus, and Harry were all sleeping peacefully. They spent the night laughing, and enjoying each others' company. Late in the night, Sirius awoke to a voice calling his name. It took him a moment for him to realize, the voice was coming from the fire place. He took his wand out from under his pillow. He carried it with him at all times for security.

He made his way down the stairs with his wand out in front of him. When he had made his way to the bottom step, he saw the face of Albus Dumbledore in the fire. Sirius immediately became concerned for his godson. Harry went through so much already, he didn't need any extra pressure added.

Sirius realized he needed to control his emotions. He needed to be strong for whatever was lying ahead. He faced Dumbledore, and bent down to his level.

"Is there a problem, Dumbledore?" Sirius asked. He didn't want to make small talk. He just wanted to know the truth.

Dumbledore looked at him, and answered quietly. "Something has just recently come up that will affect you, Harry and Remus greatly."

Sirius's concern immediately returned full force. "What is Voldemort planning this time?" he asked himself.

Dumbledore seemed to know what Sirius was thinking. He wanted to calm his fears, so he continued speaking. "Sirius, it's nothing horrible like that. But this thing-no person, I should better say, is equally as important." His eyes twinkled while he spoke the last part.

Sirius looked at him straight in the eyes and asked, "Who is just as important?"

"James," he answered back.

Sirius just stared at Dumbledore. It was almost like he was paralyzed. Of all the answers Dumbledore could have gave, this was the least expected one.

"James? James is dead, Albus." Sirius answered weakly.

Dumbledore looked at him, slightly too amused for the current situation.

"That's exactly what I thought, until about an hour ago. It seems that James is alive. He was found in Hogsmead by Tonks and Kingsley. Apparently, the last thing he remembers is the night Harry got his scar." Dumbledore answered.

Sirius still looked at him in shock.

Sirius's Point of View:

"Albus Dumbledore just told me that James is alive, my best friend from years ago. Harry's father. Oh god. If this isn't James, but a death eater impersonating him, Harry will be crushed. I have to make sure this is James, before I say anything to Harry. I cannot believe Dumbledore. In many ways, he is just an old fool. He believes everything. I have to see James with my own eyes, and make sure it's him. If it is him, then I guess I'll deal with that bridge when I come to it."

Back to conversation between Sirius and Dumbledore:

"Take me to him, but first let me get ready" Sirius said firmly.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement and said,"Floo to my office when you are ready."

Sirius got dressed, and wrote a note both addressed to Harry and Remus. He did this, so they both wouldn't worry. He took his floo powder, and went straight into Dumbledore's office.

By this time, the sun was starting to rise. The new day was just about to begin.

Dumbledore stood by his chair, waiting to guide Sirius were James was staying. "He may not be awake yet," Dumbledore told Sirius.

Sirius looked slightly amused. "If he's not, I will just wake him up. We have a few issues to discuss."

Dumbledore nodded, and started walking. Sirius followed behind him, both silent and in their own thoughts.

James's Room:

James could not sleep. He tried to rest, but it was of no use. He was dressed, and thinking things over to himself. He couldn't get over that his wife was dead, how he was supposed to be dead, and how his son was now in his fifth year. It literally seemed like yesterday that Harry was a baby. He and Lily were so happy when they found out they were going to have a baby. Even though they were so young, they knew it was going to be alright. They would give their child everything he or she needed. When Harry was born, they did just that. They never had a day go by, when they didn't tell Harry how much they loved him. They so much wanted to see their son grow up to become a strong powerful man, but Lily never got that chance. James had missed most of it himself.

What was he going to do without his wife? He loved her so much. They were best friends. She knew everything about him. His life was wonderful, because Lily was there to share it with him. But know that wasn't the case. Lily was dead, and Harry was in his fifth year. The cold reality hit James once again, and all he was able to do was cry silently to himself. He didn't know what to do. His wife was dead, and son probably did not remember him. Plus what was Sirius, and Remus going to think? Just when he thought all was lost, he heard a knock on a door. He got up, dried his eyes, and opened the door. In front, staring at him, was his best friend. Sirius Black.

Sirius's point of view

Sirius walked down the hall following Dumbledore. They walked quite a while, going up and down stairs, and through hallways. Just when Sirius thought he would never get to his destination, Dumbledore stopped in front of a door, in an empty corridor. It was labeled "Guest Room."

"This is his room. If he is sleeping, or you want to speak to me, come to my office. The password is Lemon Drops." With that, Dumbledore walked away.

Sirius just stared at the closed door for a few moments. He was trying to work up the courage to actually knock on the door. Thoughts were flying through his head, like what he was going to do if this person was or wasn't James. He needed to know the truth, so he mustered up all his courage, and knocked on the door. He waited a few moments (in his mind those moments seemed more like hours), and then the door opened. In front of him was James Potter.

James and Sirius were both shocked. They both seemed to be amazed the other one was there. Sirius looked at James and realized he aged. He didn't look the like twenty-one year old, he remembered. He had a few streaks of white through his messy black hair. He looked thinner, as if he hadn't had a decent meals in years. Sirius laughed to himself about the absurdity of his last statement. If this was James, he would have been dead for over a decade, so of course he would look thinner. Sirius did notice a feature that was the same from years before, his hazel eyes. Only James had that eye color. Harry inherited his mothers' green eyes.

James was in shock himself. He just kept staring at Sirius. James realized after a few moments that Sirius did look older. He still had the long hair, but his face aged. There were little wrinkles around his eyes. Sirius looked like he had worried quite a bit, these past few years.

Sirius was the first one to come out of the daze. He realized the reality of the situation. James died when Harry was one, and there was no way he would be able to come back to life. Anger flowed through his veins, at thought that somebody was impersonating his dead friend. He took out his wand, and pointed it at the other man. "Who the hell do you think you are impersonating James Potter?" Sirius screamed.

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Next chapter: Sirius and James talk.