IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE
I had a few complaints about the last chapter. I know that I used dialogue from the book in that chapter but it was necessary. It won't happen very often, but it was important for that conversation to be rewritten. As I'm writing the story in a James-point-of-view you will find that I will have to rewrite some scenes exactly from the book but incorporate James into them. I am sorry for this and I will try to avoid it whenever I can.
Hopefully this chapter is a bit better…
Some of you may have noticed that I am also writing a Star Wars story (which can be found in my bio) however this story (the Harry Potter one) is my main priority. There will always be a chapter available every week unless I am unable to get to a computer. The Star Wars story is just for fun. The chapters for that will be short, compared to the chapters here which will be much longer. I thought I'd clear that up. The Star Wars story will probably be updated every time this one is. Now that you are all informed of that…
Just one more thing: the next update for this story won't be for another 2 weeks. I am going away tomorrow for a week and won't be back till Saturday 4th June and I won't have a computer to write story on. I go back to school the following Monday and the following Thursday I have a very important exam so I can't update until after I've had my exam as it is vitally important for me to do well. So the next update will be June 11th, I think. Sorry guys but this exam is really essential. If I don't pass then I can't drop the subject and come away with a good grade…
Prongs Rides Again
Chapter Twenty-Three: Christmas
The next few hours after James, Harry, Sirius and the Weasleys had arrived back at Grimmauld Place, was a solemn one. James had not been present at the time Harry had explained to Dumbledore about the nightmare, instead he had been in the process of collecting the Weasley children. As Harry was his son, James had been excused from lessons and allowed to accompany him home. Though he didn't like leaving Hagrid to the whim of Umbridge, he was thankful that all Care of Magical Creature lessons had finished for the term, meaning that James had no need to worry about the welfare of his friend and teaching partner. It also meant he could do what he wanted, which made his job of being a father to Harry, far more easier then he thought it would be.
Arriving at the old house, the Weasleys sat themselves round the table. After a brief argument about letting the Weasleys go off to ST Mungo's had ended, and the heat around the room had finally died down, James thought it was safe for Harry to explain to him exactly what had happened.
Everyone piped up to hear Harry's account of what had transpired. James was equally interested in hearing about the vision; he was worried that somehow Voldemort was controlling his sons thoughts, though he was sure Dumbledore would've warned him if anything suspicious was or could happen to Harry.
Once everyone had heard the tale, quietness echoed round the table. No one spoke for fear of saying the wrong thing. Even James who had been there when his own parents had been murdered, had nothing of comfort to say. He feared that he would say something that would upset them. Staying silent at this time would be best.
"Where are you going?" Sirius suddenly asked.
James looked up and saw Ginny standing impatiently in her dressing gown, her arms crossed and a worried look on her face. She addressed them all, but it was her eyes that got James. She was seeking for permission.
The red-haired said: "We've got to go to St Mungo's. Make sure that dad is alright."
"You can't go," Sirius responded, standing up.
"You can't stop us! You're not out mother!" Fred yelled, pointing a finger into Sirius' face.
"But this is my house! I can't have you tearing off to the hospital without Molly knowing! Besides who can you explain it to? Molly probably doesn't know yet."
"So? Who cares if we know before mum does?" Ron joined in.
"If the hospital haven't informed your mother, how can you explain that you found out before she did. They will tell her before you know. That is what happens. If you rush, they might get suspicious." Sirius sighed. "It's important that the Order remains a secret. If you run off, you risk the exposure of the Order."
"We don't care about the dumb order!" George shouted. "We care about dad! For all we know he could be dying! We may never see him again."
"Help me Prongs." Sirius said, turning to James.
James stepped forward, spreading his hands wide in a gesture of peace. "Look, I'll make a deal with you. If you are willing to wait for another few hours here, then I'll take you to see your father at St Mungo's whether we've had contact from Molly or not. Deal?"
The twins exchanged glances. "All right."
"Two hours." George said.
Fred finished: "Maximum."
James held out his hand and they shook upon it. I only hope Molly informs us soon.
Within thirty minutes of James making the deal with the twins, Molly sent a letter with Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes. The bird was gone in a matter of seconds, leaving a piece of parchment on the table in front of James.
He unrolled the letter and read it aloud so that everyone could hear the contents.
'Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum.'
"Still alive?" George whispered, fear evident in his voice. "But that makes it sound like…" he cut off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
Everything fell quiet round the kitchen. James sat at the table, trying to strike up conversation. Sirius suggested them going to bed, however the twins look of disgust quashed any thought of that.
After a rather tense few hours, the kitchen door swung open, admitting Mrs Weasley into the fold. All eyes turned to her. Dishevelled in appearance, the Weasley's mother looked pale but relieved.
James prayed that Arthur had been saved. If he hadn't, he was sure Molly wouldn't be looking relieved.
"He's going to be all right. He's sleeping. We can all go and see him later."
A flurry of happiness passed through the room. James sighed, and for the first time that day allowed a grin to pass across his face.
"Breakfast!" Sirius said, raising his wand and setting the atmosphere running with cooking. "KREACHER!" he yelled. When the house-elf didn't come, James began to feel apprehensive. A house elf should always come when it is called. "Where's that accursed house-elf?"
James shrugged. "Here let me help." Pushing the chair aside, he stood, and went to Sirius' side who stood at the side of the kitchen, making breakfast. Harry joined him. James had the impression he didn't want to be questioned about the nights events. However, his son's happiness was short-lived when Mrs Weasley hugged Harry.
"I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you, Harry. They might not have found Arthur for hours, and then it would've been too late, but thanks to you he's alive and Dumbledore's been able to think up a good cover story for Arthur being where he was, you've no idea what trouble he would have been in otherwise…" she trailed off and turned to James. "You are very lucky to have a caring boy like Harry."
"Thank you." James replied, not knowing what to say. Harry made him proud. If Lily was here, she would've been proud too.
While the Weasley's ate, Harry took his father and Sirius into the pantry, where he explained everything about the dream he had, that had told him and informed him all about the attack on Arthur Weasley.
James listened, horrified to learn that Voldemort might somehow have access to his son thoughts. Once he had finished, James wrapped an arm round Harry.
"I will not let anything bad happen to you," James vowed, "and neither will Dumbledore."
Harry glared. "He's been avoiding me."
"Who?"
"Professor Dumbledore." Harry stated. "When I was in his office he didn't even look at me! He avoided eye contact! But then…"
"But then what?" James prompted, leaning back.
Harry hesitated, screwing his face up, unsure of how to put what he wanted into words. "Dumbledore looked at me for the briefest of seconds. When that happened, I felt something rise up inside me. I…I wanted to attack him…to kill.
"It must have been the aftermath of the vision." Sirius stated, firmly.
James caught Sirius' eyes. Did his best friend know something that he didn't? Sirius shook his head, motioning for his friend to remain quiet, and James obeyed. Obviously Sirius had been told to not let Harry know what he knew, and what James was going to find out.
Harry shook his head, stubbonly. "It wasn't like that. It was like…that it was inside me, like it was a snake."
"You need to sleep." Sirius said.
"Have some breakfast and go have a rest. Don't worry about what happened. It's nothing major." James continued, even though he realised it was major. Anything that concerned the welfare and future of his sons life was a major worry.
Harry frowned but then was ushered out of the pantry and given into the likely hands of Mrs Weasley.
James and Sirius remained in the dark room.
"All right, Padfoot, tell me. You know something about why Harry received this vision." James said.
Sirius sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I shouldn't really tell you, but since you are my best friend, I can't really keep secrets from you, can?"
James grinned. Even as a child, Sirius had never been able to keep a secret, and if brought to the breaking point would spill the beans…just like he had done with Remus' werewolf secret during sixth year, when Snape had provoked him.
"You know that with the scar, Harry has a connection to Voldemort?"
James nodded.
"Well, whenever Voldemort feels angry, happy, or something bad or wonderful happens, Harry feels the changes through his scar. It's become more evident since the end of his fourth year, during the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. There's a chance that Voldemort may be able to possess Harry. The connection that they have, allows each other to see into the others thoughts. It is highly possible, that if Harry is being possessed, the dark lord will be able to see who is in the Order. Harry could be giving him information without realising it. Harry is dangerous…as long as we don't know what exactly is happening between those two. If Harry had the impulse to kill Dumbledore, it shows that Voldemort may have some grip on Harry's mind when he is vulnerable. Most likely when he is alone. We can't let Harry know. Not until Dumbledore believes it is right for him to know the truth."
"I don't like keeping things from Harry. You know that." James replied.
"I know." Sirius gripped his friends shoulder. "But in order to protect him, we have to."
After Harry had rested, the Potters and the Weasley's decided to take a trip to St. Mungo's to see Arthur. Sirius had to remain behind.
They took the train part of the way to the hospital and then walked the rest of the way. James was equally surprised that Harry had never been in the hospital before. As they stopped in front of a window, with an ugly doll in the middle of it, and Tonks leaned forward to admit entrance to the hospital, which was magical concealed behind it, James felt his memory launching him back into the past, to his last visit to the hospital…
…the day Harry was born.
James gently wheeled Lily into main ward, quickly pushing the wheelchair, crying aloud: "I've got a very pregnant wife here!"
Immediately a healer came rushing forward, directing them to the birthing ward. Lily was quite along. Their baby was due any minute.
"Mr Potter, can you please leave." A nurse said. "We would like to deliver the baby."
"I can't leave her." James pleaded. "I love her."
"We respect that, but its better for the mother and child if you are not here distracting us from helping them."
James swallowed, torn by his conflicting emotions. Wouldn't Lily want him by her side? Then he heard Lily cry out.
"I hate you, James Potter, for doing this to me!"
Of course, labour was not something a wife did everyday. The pain must be incredible. He glanced past the healer's shoulders and saw Lily, screaming and trying to push the baby out. No matter how he wanted to be there for her, he knew he couldn't be. He nodded.
"I'll stay. Just let me know when the baby is born."
"We will." the healer closed the doors, leaving James standing by himself in the corridor. He hadn't had much time to alert his friends.
"Dad?" Harry nudged his father.
"Huh?"
"You were daydreaming." Harry answered.
James shook his head, brushing hair out of his eyes. "No I wasn't. I was remembering. The last time I was here, was the day you were born."
"Didn't I you ever come again?"
"No. Lily brought you here for your injections against disease and stuff. I spent most of my days fighting the war as an Auror. My main priority was making sure that nothing bad happened to you. Fighting as an Auror helped me achieve that goal. It kept us safe for a long while."
Harry swallowed. "Until Halloween 1981."
James turned eyes onto Harry. "Yeah, Halloween. That night, I lost everything. I am proud that you were spared and given a chance to live. No child deserves to die because of some prophecy."
"Prophecy?" Harry asked.
James' eyes widened. "Oh…nothing. Just a slip of the mouth."
"You're keeping something from me." Harry mentioned, green eyes beseeching his father.
Swallowing James said: "Look, there are some things I know that I feel that perhaps you shouldn't know about just yet. When the time is right, I promise I will tell you everything. Please, lets just forget I said anything. I will tell you, I just don't feel ready."
Harry nodded. "All right, dad. I won't bug you about this 'prophecy' but I get the feeling that I am destined to be the one to defeat Voldemort."
If only you knew that was true, son. James thought.
Arthur Weasley was stationed in the Dai Llewellyn Ward that was situated on the first floor of the hospital. As the group stopped in front of the ward doors, Tonks said: "We'll wait outside. Arthur won't want too many visitors at once. Family first."
Harry moved to stand beside James, but Mrs Weasley grabbed him by the arm. "Don#t be silly, Harry, Arthur wants to see you too."
Harry nervously turned to glance at his father, but James nodded. "Go on. I'll come in with the others later."
He watched Harry disappear through the door and into the ward. James turned to Mad-Eye Moody, who had also accompanied them to the hospital. He swallowed. "I nearly told him, Moody."
His magical eye swivelled, not understanding what the elder Potter meant. "What do you mean?"
James gulped. "I sort of said to Harry about the Prophecy." He whispered.
Moody frowned. "That was not a good idea."
"I know. I want him to know, but I can see why Dumbledore won't let him know. I was just so angry that it came out. I didn't tell him about it, but he suspects something, I know that at least." James sighed, brushing a hand through his messy black hair. "I should really control my mouth."
"If you say, you didn't mean it, then I believe you." Moody responded, his gaze fixed on James.
"I'm glad someone believe me at least." James said. "I get the feeling Harry doesn't trust me."
"He doesn't know you. Give him time," Moody explained, "I'm sure Potter will see you as his father soon enough."
James gave a laugh. "Padfoot makes a better father then me. He knows Harry better!"
Arthur sat up in bed, looking at James. After initially passing news, the two had not said a word to each other. James was at a loss, as was Arthur. The others were currently outside tending with the Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the twins.
"James," Arthur began.
"Hmm?"
"I just want to say thank you."
"What for?" James asked, dumbfounded.
"For raising Harry."
"But I didn't." James reminded him. Had the attack made Arthur loony?
"I know that," Arthur replied, a slight smile on his lips. "but you have been with Harry in spirit, just as Lily remains with you. Your memory that resides in him, showed himself most clearly when he made sure that someone come to my rescue. If no one had believed him then I would be dead. It is yours and Lily's qualities that helped save me. If Harry didn't have you as a father, then I firmly believe that he would've ignored that vision and believed it to be a dream. It takes courage to understand whether dreams are real or not. And that James, is why I am thanking you. You may have missed out on Harry's childhood, but those qualities that Harry has, has helped him be raised in a manner to help anyone. And it is that I am thanking you for. Without you as a father, James, whether you were there or not does not matter. You and Lily have a lasting impact on Harry, no matter what. I am glad I have the pleasure of meeting Harry and you."
James smiled sadly. "I just wish I could've been there for Harry. I could've prevented all of this from happening. If only I hadn't been so stupid in switching Secret Keepers. If Sirius had remained Secret Keeper, things would be different. He would never have betrayed me. I just didn't see it with Peter, either."
"Those closest to us can change within a blink of an eye." Arthur reminded him.
"I know." muttered the other.
Arthur bit his lip, as if considering how to phase his next question. Finally he asked: "What will you do if you found Peter? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"It's okay." James replied, frowning. "I don't know what I'd do. It would depend on the circumstances. I'd rather take him alive so that I can free Sirius, but if it came down to it, then I'd probably kill him if he meant harm to those I care most about."
"At least you are not considering killing him straight away. It shows you are healed."
"Healed?"
"From death. If you are willing to allow the person who caused your death to live, then that shows that you are not vengeful. The people who you care about is your main priority. I'm glad that I had faith in you."
"Thanks. Peter deserves to die, but I have to free Sirius and understand why he would betray me, only then would I decide whether I would want to take his life myself." James whispered, "Only time will tell."
James wandered the halls of St Mungo's hospital, looking for something to do. Harry and the others had gone exploring. His conversation with Arthur had opened his mind. He had never thought he would admit he would spare Peter's life. But did he really mean that?
That had been the first time he had spoken about the man who had betrayed him. Was he willing to take this mans life, without first hearing his reasons? Could he really take a friend's life away, even though his had been taken without any remorse? If Peter Pettigrew had ever cared he would've turned himself into the Ministry and not framed Sirius for murder. James frowned, his mind conflicted with what he would really do if he ever met with Wormtail again.
Slowly he made his way back to Grimmauld Place, completely ignoring Sirius and Remus as he entered through the front door and walked up to his room, sending himself flat onto his bed.
There was a knock on his door, but he ignored it. Finally a voice echoed through the door.
"Come on Prongs! Open up!" Sirius shouted.
James remained silent, willing for him to go away. He didn't want to speak to anyone. He needed to sort through his thoughts.
"Alohomora!"
James heard Remus' voice chant the spell, unlocking his door. His two friends walked in and regarded him with wide surprise.
Sirius moved forward. "All right, Prongs, you're going to tell us exactly what's got you so down."
"Wormtail." James responded.
Sirius' eyes darkened and he growled. "That rat."
Remus elbowed him, stepping forward and sitting next to James, who still lay flat out on his bed. "Do you mind informing us of Wormtail?"
"I can't really keep it from you, can I?" remarked James, a small grin sliding onto his face.
Remus shrugged. "You can try."
"I know." James sighed and sat up. "I spoke to Arthur at the hospital. He asked me what I would do if I ever met Peter again."
"Kill him, I hope." Sirius interjected.
James frowned. "That's what I wouldn't do. I'd spare him because that would mean getting you freed. If I could do anything, it would be to protect Harry and to see you free and leading a normal life. Not on the run. If I killed Peter, he cannot admit the truth."
"Wouldn't it depend on the situation?" Remus asked. "If it was a battle and he tried to kill you, then would you strike him down?"
"I don't know." James shrugged his shoulders. "I'm conflicted inside. I have no clue. My heart tells me that I wouldn't kill him, but my head tells me I should."
Remus put a hand on his friend's shoulders. "Then you would follow the way of your heart, for that is what is truly right. Even if killing Peter would satisfy your thirst for avenging Lily, it wouldn't help you or Sirius. You may even feel guilty about taking his life, without knowing why he did betray you."
Sirius snorted. "We know why he betrayed James: to save his own filthy skin! He didn't care about Harry and he never cared about the rest of us."
"We cannot assume that." Remus responded. "He may have said something like that when we met him before, Padfoot, but what if he said that only to stall the real reason behind it all? Perhaps there was something more to him turning to Voldemort's side in the first place."
"Highly unlikely." Sirius muttered, his arms crossed. He would not believe it. What other reason could Peter have then to save his own skin? It would make no sense then!
"Look, I'm just thinking about what I would do that is all. I'd make up my mind when I got to that point." James interrupted. "Now that I've told you, do you mind leaving so I can think without people crowding me."
Remus glanced at Sirius who nodded his approval.
"If you need us James, you know where we are." Remus said, quietly.
James nodded. "Yeah, I'll come down later. Tell Harry that I'd rather be left alone tonight."
Moony and Padfoot left Prongs alone.
Christmas day dawned. James made an effort to include himself in the days activity's, which was going to St Mungo's to see Arthur. He felt uncomfortable sitting with Molly, as the two talked about personal issues, and excusing himself, he left the ward to have a wander round the hospital. He hadn't had that much of a chance to explore it properly.
They had exchanged gifts that morning. James had received many presents from those in the Order, most giving him books on looking after a troublesome teenager. Though he appreciated the irony, he found it hard to accept that Harry was on longer his little baby anymore, instead he was old enough to look after himself. In a few years Harry would be graduating and going out into the wide world all by himself.
He dreaded that day when he would have see Harry walk out of his life, so that he wouldn't be able to see him everyday. Harry meant the world to him.
Harry and Sirius' and Remus' gift had been the best. They all knew he was a fanatic on Quidditch and all three had come together and bought him a brand new broom, a Firebolt, that equalled Harry's. Along with that they had also had a Potteresque Quidditch kit made specially for James, which he treasured, knowing that his friends and son had spent a lot of money to give him the Christmas he had needed.
He stopped at the fourth floor, hearing voices that he recognised. Peering through the door he saw Harry and the others being escorted by a man's bed who looked a little lost but had thousands of pictures of himself smiling and waving all around. James frowned. Who was this man? Why was Harry speaking to him?
He stepped into the ward and made his way to the bed. Harry looked up as he arrived and grinned.
"Why, you're twins!" the man with golden looks said.
Hermione let out a laugh, covering her mouth quickly as she caught Harry's scowl.
"Excuse me?" James asked bewildered. "Twins?"
"Yes, you too. You look exactly alike!"
James exchanged a look with Harry and a sly grin came across his face. Very well he would play along, if only for this man's amusement. After all, it seemed like something had gone wrong with this man's memory, especially if he had no clue to who James Potter was.
"Yes, I am James Potter, and this is my younger twin Harry."
Harry stood up. He was nearly as tall as his father, so they could easily pass for twins, despite the small age different, there was nothing else that could tell them apart, save for the scar on Harry's head and his eye colour.
Harry whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Just having a little play along," James replied, hoping that Harry would let him. After all he needed to have fun at some point. "So, who are you?"
"Me, why, I am astounded you don't know who I am! Everyone else does!"
"I've been detained for the last several years." James said apologetically.
"James," Harry said, careful not to say dad, "this is Professor Gildory Lockhart, you know the Defence teacher who I told you about when I was in second year?"
James nodded. "Ah, yes," even though Harry hadn't said anything. He knew about the Chamber of Secrets but hadn't know that a Professor had been involved. He would have to quiz Harry later on about this person.
"Autograph?" Lockhart asked, handing out a photo with a signature written on to it.
James took it, grinning. "Eh…thanks. It's just what I've always wanted."
By now the others were chuckling, trying to hide their grinning faces.
"I knew you'd be delighted! Admit it, you think I look good?"
He's got a rather high opinion of himself. James thought.
"Yes, it is your looks that have enticed me." James replied.
"Excellent!"
The conversation was suddenly stopped by Ron's shouting of 'Neville!'. Sure enough, Neville Longbottom and his Grandmother was just coming down the ward from the end. James felt his heart skip a beat; if Neville was here then that meant his parents were down the bottom.
"Friends of yours, Neville?" the Grandmother asked.
Neville was looking at his feet.
"Yes, I know you, Harry Potter." she shook Harry's hand, "And you two are Weasley's. I know your parents…decent folk they are. And you must be Hermione Granger. Neville has told me that you help him a lot when he is stuck. I am grateful."
Then she turned to James. "And you must be the incredible James Potter, the one to survive death."
He swallowed nervously. "Yeah, I am."
"I suppose you heard about Frank and Alice from other Order members?"
"I did," James replied.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Dear me, has Neville not told you?" his grandmother looked shocked.
She then explained to the others what had happened to Neville's parents. All of them were deeply shocked.
Once the Longbottoms had left, Ron turned to Harry had said: "I never knew."
"I did, but I promised not to say anything." Harry said. "Dumbledore told me last year."
"Who did that to them then?" Hermione asked, quietly.
"Bellatrix Lestrange." Harry replied.
Hermione asked. "That woman Kreacher's got a photo of in his den?"
Harry nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Come on," James perked up, "We'd better go back."
As they left the ward, Lockhart shouted out after them. "Look, I didn't learn joined up writing for nothing, you know!"
James sighed, turned back and picked up the autograph's, then went on his way.
TBC
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RSegovia: I am glad you decided to speak your mind about the last chapter and how you were displeased with it. Your comments were very well received. The last chapter had to be done that way, and I am sorry for that if you found it rather tedious and boring. Hopefully this chapter was a bit better? James and Harry are still in awe of each other, not quite believing it yet, but the bridge between them is rapidly closing. James has still got many secrets and some of those will be revealed in the coming chapters. In fact I am planning on changing something dramatically later. As you know that Sirius dies in the book, I am not sure if I really want to do that here, but I feel that I'll be deviating from the book and until I've read HBP I can't make a decision, so I'm stuck on whether he should survive or not. I want to stick as close as I can to the original plot but I don't want to kill him off…I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I was wondering if you could give me some input? Thank you for your constructive review. It has made me rethink some aspects of my story.
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