A sliver stag erupted out of Harry's wand and cantered around the room.

James and Sirius's jaws dropped; everyone watched it circle the room, then come trotting up beside Harry and in front of James; it bowed it's beautiful head to the father and son. James stared at it with a loss of words as it vanished in a wisp of smoke.

Remus was the first to speak, "Prongs, Padfoot; your going to catch flies like that."

They shut their mouths; James looked over at Remus, "That was Prongs, wasn't it?" James asked in a low voice. Remus nodded.

Sirius looked at James, "I think so."

James got up and pulled Harry into an embrace.

Sirius turned to Remus. "You knew! You could have told me!"

"It wasn't my place to tell." Remus said with a smile at the looks on his two best friend's faces.

Sirius rounded on Harry, " You know what your patronus is, don't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Yet you never told me?" a hurt look came over Sirius's face.

Harry shrugged. "I never gave it a second thought that you would want to know."

Ron was sitting there with a confused look on his face. "Um . . . anyone care to explain?" The latter said, looking at the Marauders, Harry and the sudden emotions that had come over the group; especially James who's eyes had gone glassy.

"The Patronous Charm is a positive force, a guardian, which is unique to the person that had conjured it. It is a symbol of the entity you trust the most. When you call upon the spell, it latches unto that, and the Patronous that forms is the entity in which you hold closest to your heart," Hermione said.

"Five points to Gryffindor," Remus said softly.

Everyone sat silent for a few minuets, absorbed in their own thoughts.

"Okay Harry, on with your fourth year," James said.

They all started talking about the Tri-wizard tournament. Harry noticeably tensed when he told about what happened in the graveyard; he stared at the floor, had his hands clasped in a white-knuckle grip, and spoke in a spiritless voice. Hermione had her arm around him, rubbing small circles on his back. Ron was staring blankly into the fire, trying not to listen to the story he had heard twice before.

When they started in on Harry's fifth year, Harry's face became clouded and dark. "I don't want to talk about it," He growled, jumping up from the couch and over to a seat by the window.

Lily looked at her son's best friends, "What's wrong with him?" Worry evident in her voice.

Hermione looked thoughtfully at Harry then turned back towards the group. "He blames him self for your death, Sirius. You should have seen him the first two months here; he would not come out of his shell. Never smiled, never laughed, this is the happiest he has been since June." Hermione had tears in her eyes.

"He blames himself?" Sirius asked in a hoarse voice.

Ron and Hermione nodded.

"He went on and on about how it would not have happened if he studied Occlumency more, or did not believe Kreacher, or if he had used the mirror," Ron said, "sometimes he just sits and stares, detached from the rest of the world. You can barley pull him out of it."

Sirius looked over at his godson who was staring out at the window with a blank expression on his face. He looked closer and saw his eyes glittering from the tears he would not allow to fall.

"Okay, let's hear it." James said, concerned about his son.

Hermione and Ron told all they knew till they got to the dream. They did not know everything after that.

"Well, what next?" Sirius asked.

"We don't really know, Harry has a Pensieve that Dumbledore gave him, I think has the whole thing in it. Maybe he will let us use it?" Ron suggested.

"Harry-" Hermione started.

"My night stand, third draw from the top," Harry said blankly, not even looking at them.

Hermione nodded and went up to get the Pensieve. The rest of them sat in uncomfortable silence till Hermione returned. She sat it down on the table in front of them and prodded it with her wand. The sliver liquid started to swirl and then they were looking in to the Great Hall.

They all looked at each other, took a deep breath and plunged themselves into the Pensieve.

The group landed in front of Harry, who was working on his History of Magic O.W.L's. then he closed his eyes and put his head down.

The group looked at each other the Hall seemed to melt away and found them self in Harry's dream. In the Department of Mysteries, the prophecy hall, were Voldemort was torturing Sirius.

" Lord Voldemort is waiting . . . ."

"You'll have to kill me."

Sirius looked at what was going with a pale face.

"Undoubtedly I shall in the end,"

The walls seemed to melt again, the groups was back in the Great Hall when Harry woke up. They followed Harry as he was looking for McGonagall. Hermione and Ron rushed over to Harry.

"Voldemort's got Sirius."

"What? How do you know?"

The group watched as the trio argued, then Harry burst out, " SIRIUS IS BEING TORTURED NOW! WE HAVEN'T GOT TIME TO WASTE."

The group followed Harry to the fireplace and watched him throw the glittering floo power into the fireplace, then shout out;

Number twelve, Grimmauld Place!"

Sirius was practically smoking at the ears when he heard Kreacher lie to Harry about where he was.

"I swear when I get my hands on that elf." Sirius growled, looking much like his animal form.

Ron chuckled slightly, in till Sirius turned his death glare onto him.

He sallowed hard. "I think Harry has already taken dibs on Kreacher." Ron spoke softly. Sirius nodded and they continued to watch and follow the group around. A while later they found them self's outside at the edge of the forest. Everyone but Hermione started to follow Harry and Hermione.

"Wait!" Hermione yelled.

"What?" Sirius exclaimed; he was getting emotional at what lengths Harry was going through to try to save him. Sirius never knew how much he meant to his godson.

"We are going to come back out in ten minuets there is no real need to go in there." Hermione said; she really did not want to go back in.

The group clearly wanted to argue, but this was tiring so they sat down and waited.

Like predicted Hermione and Harry came running out of the forest ten minuets later drenched in blood.

Hermione and Ron drew deep breaths when they spotted the winged horses stepping out of the forest.

"On my god," Hermione breathed.

Remus looked concernly at her. "What's the matter?"

Ron turned to him. "We never seen the thestrals before."

"It must be because we are in Harry's memories and he can see them, there for we can." Hermione said. "Can you, I mean, have you?"

The Marauders and Lily nodded sadly.

"Oh," Hermione said softly.

They were met up with Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville; the group clamored on the back of the Thestrals and took off towards London.

"May I ask how we are going to follow them?" James asked.

As soon as the words left his lips the scenery melted again and found themselves' in the Minestry of Magic's office. In a corner the old telephone booth slid down and opened its doors. Harry and the others scrambled out and raced to the lifts.

Hermione and Ron led the way, since they had done this before and knew what was going to happen. They all jumped on the lift. Harry and the others did not even feel everyone else bumping in to them.

They followed Harry and it took some time before they found the right door. Time passed and soon they were standing along the edge of the wall as the battle had broken out.

'Harry is quite a good fighter', Sirius noted to himself, 'Years of forced experience' then looked up at the door where Remus, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and himself burst in.

The battle continued on when,

"Come on, you can do better then that!" Sirius heard himself shout. He turned to look at Harry's face, which had gone deathly white in a matter of seconds. He saw Harry run over to the archway, screaming his name; then Remus telling Harry that he was dead.

They all watched as the teen broke out of the werewolf's strong grasp and raced after Bellatrix yelling "SHE KILLED SIRIUS, I'LL KILL HER!"

Everyone turned to look at Sirius, silent tears were streaming down his face. Wordlessly he followed Harry. They saw Harry fight Bellatrix and then Dumbledore face Tom Riddle.

After all this was over they all knew what coming next as Harry reached for the portkey; the tugging came.

Sirius thought to find them selves' back in the common room, but instead they were in Dumbledore's office. Harry ranted and raved to the headmaster and broke his things.

"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord know not and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

The group looked at Hermione and Ron. Hermione was sniffling on Ron's shoulder, who was trying to calm her down. Something clicked in Remus's mind. "That's what he wanted to tell you in the summer."

Ron nodded, "He said he felt like he had to let it out."

Then, once again they felt the tugging and found them self's in the common room where they started.

Harry was still at the window seat; he looked up as everyone came out of the Pensieve. He noticed everyone's sad faces.

"You saw it all, from the dream to the prophecy, didn't you?"

Everyone nodded.

He sighed. "I'm going to bed." Harry walked over to the staircase, looked at the Pensive then at the group, then continued to the dormitories.

"I didn't know he cared so much." Sirius said in a small voice after they had all sat back down.

Hermione went over and put an arm around him. "Of course he cares! You've been the only father/brother figure he had." She looked at James, "No offence."

Something flashed in his eyes before James shook his head. "I can't believe Dumbledore didn't tell him sooner." James said

"You-you knew about . . . it?" Ron said looking at them all with disbelief.

They nodded.

"Dumbledore told us; that's when the whole secret keeper thing started. I thought he would have understood and told Harry sooner!" James exclaimed, starting to swear under his breath.

Everyone sat in his or her own thoughts before Ron broke the silence, "We need something happy." He thought for a moment. "I got it! I hope it's in here." He went over and prodded the silver stuff in the Pensive. Soon they were looking in on one of Lockhart's class's.

Hermione smiled, "I remember this," Ron and her plunged in to the liquid. Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus looked at each other then followed suit.

The found themselves in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, with Harry at the front of the class.

"Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly."

Slowly the group started to laugh. Sirius asked Hermione, "What's Harry supposed to be?"

"A werewolf."

Remus looked at Hermione then back to Harry, setting off another round of laughter. "He needs to work on his howl."

"- exactly- and then I pounced- like this- slammed him to the floor- thus- with one hand."

James looked at Remus, "Now Moony, why did it always take Sirius and I to get you down?" He asked in a scolding manner.

Remus punched him in the arm.

"-with my other hand, I put my wand to his throat- I screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm- he let out a piteous moan- go on Harry- higher then that- good- the fur vanished- the fangs shrank- and he turned back into a man."

By this time on one could speak they were laughing so hard. They felt the tugging and fell into the seats in the common room.

"I'm surprised he still has is arm, much less his life," Sirius said, trying to over come his giggles.

"Hermione, do you still have-?" Ron asked.

"Oh, yeah, I left it here. Accio Book"

A book came flying out of the girls' dormitories and over to Hermione. She threw the book to Remus. "You might find this interesting."

Remus caught the book and read the title; "Wandering with werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart. Is it full of the same nonsense?"

Ron nodded.

"Hey, let me see it." Remus tossed the book to James

"Ha! Listen to this! To quote; ' There is a very simple yet effective way I use to know if a person is a werewolf, simply offer them chocolate. You may not know this, but werewolves can not stand it." James said.

"Come on Moony! You're not playing by the rules! I seem to remember a certain Chocolate Frog fetish one Marauder used to have." Sirius said teasingly.

Remus tried to put on a guilty face, "Still does," he ended up smiling.

Hermione tried to cover yawn, "I'm going to bed."

"Me too," James said with a yawn, looking at the clock and seeing it was past midnight.

Sirius started towards the boy's staircases, Ron following.

"Moony, we do have two extra beds. Would you like one for the rest of the holidays?" Ron said, knowing that his Professor would not like to be down at the other end of the school when everyone else was up here.

Remus nodded and yawing, followed Ron and Sirius.

James stopped and stared longingly after his friends. "Ahh . . . Lily, dear?"

"Go on. See you in the morning." James gave her a quick kiss and followed his fellow Marauders. Lily went after Hermione.

Once in the so familiar dorm room Ron flopped down on his bed. He muttered, "Night Harry," before sinking into sleep.

"Night Ron," already asleep Harry answered.

The Marauders smiled, the two boys reminded them of them selves.

James went over to where his son was sleeping, Sirius and Remus stood beside him.

Harry was sound asleep, a contented look on his face.

"He shouldn't have to deal with the weight of the world." James whispered.

"He'll deal with it, it's all he knows. You two being back will help a great help. Hermione wasn't lying Sirius. Harry was a total wreck with you gone," Remus said.

Sirius sadly nodded, watching his godson in peaceful dreams.

"Night," Remus summered his pj's from his room. Slipping them on the werewolf crawled into Dean's bed.

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