IMPORTANT! READ THIS! OKay, it was brought to my attention(by DiTS Thanks!) that Romania is smaller than i made it sound. Instead of a second plane flight, I changed it so that they drive to Constanta. I changed it because I want this to be geographically correct. Well, here's chapter 25! Enjoy! And no, I don't have the cookies. I tried to make them, butI burned them. Sorry!

Chapter 25

The Island

They arrived at a harbor in Constanta not too long after dark. James followed Harry to the edge of the docks and looked out into the water as they listened to the rhythmic splash of the waves hitting the boats tied in the harbor.

"We'll have to leave now," Harry said. "I know we're tired, but we need the cover of darkness so we won't be seen by anyone."

Harry grabbed the brooms out of the back of the van and handed one to Ron, James and Sirius.

With the same partners as before, they took off over the Black Sea. James looked down at the restless waves below. They seemed to be trying to reach James so they could pull him into their depths. The turbulent sea continued hissing at them in the dark as they came closer and closer to their destination.

Soon, the island was in view. It was covered with trees and looked foreboding. There was fog all around and you could barely see in front of you. The salty sea air mixed with the smell of rotting flesh, creating an acrid smell. They soon stepped on the sandy beach and walked forward. There was an eerie, deafening silence surrounding the place. It was as silent as death. Not even the leaves made noise when rustled by the wind.

Harry decided to break the silence. "That forest is too thick to fly through, so I guess we'll have to carry our brooms through."

No one argued. They followed Harry warily through the trees, jumping every time one of them stepped on a twig or bumped into another on accident. Eight wands lit their way as they traveled further into the night. Unfortunately, the further and further they went, the more and more nervous they got.

Just then, Harry stopped.

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"Shouldn't something have happened by now? We've been walking for a while."

"I don't know, but look!" James said, shining his wand over at a sign to the right of them.

It read,

Certain Death Awaits Anyone Who Passes Here.

Turn Back Unless You wish To Face Your Fears And Perish.

"That's the Dark Mark!" Lily cried, pointing at the spot on the sign where a skull with the snake coming out of his mouth appeared.

"We're definitely in the right place, then," Harry said. "Come on. Let's go." Harry walked forward slowly. James was right behind him. The further they walked, the colder it became until they could see their own breath. Suddenly, a chill ran down James' spine.

"It's a dementor!" Harry cried.

"Not just one…" James said. He poised himself to face the oncoming creatures and saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny do the same. Lily looked horrified; Sirius started shaking; Draco hid behind a tree.

Just then, a slimy, rotted hand moved the tree branch away and dementors glided toward them.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled, and out burst…a stag? James stared at the Patronus. Harry's patronus was him! His son's patronus was Prongs! James felt ecstatic and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" A brilliant light illuminated the sky. James was in awe of how powerful his patronus was. It had never been this strong before. His lion patronus ran the dementors over with the help of the other ghost-white animals that had been emitted by the others. James held the patronus as long as he could and watched the dementors slowly retreat. Just then, they heard a terrifying scream.

"Malfoy!" Harry said. He ran into the trees. James followed him. He was lying on the ground, half covered by some sort of black, flat, mammoth-sized worm.

"Help!" Draco coughed, seeing Harry and James.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled. The stag erupted from Harry's wand again and galloped toward the creature that was smothering Draco. The creature gave a terrified shriek as it was pushed away by the patronus.

Harry and James ran to Draco and helped him up. "Get me away from here!" he screamed. He tried to walk, but screamed in agony. "That monster crushed my ribs!" he exclaimed.

"Come on, Malfoy. Let us help you!"

"Just get me away from here!" James and Harry made to pick Draco up again, when they heard another scream.

"Ginny!" Harry cried. He abandoned Draco and James and ran off. "Harry!" James called, but Harry was already too far away. He helped support Draco and walked him over through the trees where he saw Lily and Hermione.

"Lily, can you help him? He says some of his ribs are broken. I have to go find Harry. Where's Sirius?"

As Lily laid Draco on the ground, she said, "He was with Ginny and Ron last I saw. His ribs are only bruised, James…James!" She called as she looked up to see him running away.

James ran through the woods listening to the screams that were echoing through the woods. He reached a clearing where he saw Harry fighting someone. He couldn't see who it was until he got closer. It was Voldemort. As he ran forward, the scene became more bizarre. There were also dead bodies around, but the faces weren't strange to him. The dead people were Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. But that's not possible. Harry, Ron, and Ginny are right here! He came closer and heard Voldemort talking to Harry.

"You failed, Harry! You failed. You couldn't save your friends in time. They are dead, Harry and it's your fault. You killed them Harry. You led them to me. How could you have even imagined defeating me? Your parents couldn't do it. Dumbledore couldn't even do it! What made you—"

"No! Harry cried. "You're not real! Riddikulus!" Harry called. James watched as Voldemort staggered backwards, but came forward again. James ran beside Harry.

"I can't think of anything funny to turn him into!" Harry panicked.

"Go help Ginny, then. I'll take care of this!" James said. Harry ran off towards Ginny who had knelt next to a dead Harry. James turned toward Voldemort. He was prepared for what it would turn into. He knew how to handle his fear, but the boggart did not turn into what he expected. It turned into a lifeless Lily.

"No!" James breathed. He watched the boggart as it changed then into a dead Sirius. James stared at it.

"James! Snap out of it! I'm not dead!" he heard Sirius call, but it didn't register in his head. Then, the shape shifter turned into Harry. James was sure it was Harry, but it wasn't the seventeen-year-old boy he had met, but a tiny infant that was crying and had a lightning bolt cut on his head. Then, the baby sat up. Baby Harry stared at James and looked sadly and angrily up at James.

"NO!" James cried. The baby then grew up into the older Harry. He walked up to James and pushed him to the ground. "You should have protected me better!" he called. James stared as the fake Harry towered above him. "You should have been there! It's your fault I have this stupid life and this scar on my head! It's your fault I have the most feared wizard trying to kill me!" James was so wrapped up at what the fake Harry was yelling that he didn't hear the real Harry yelling the exact opposite of the other Harry, trying to tell James that it wasn't true. The boggart kicked James in the gut. James cringed and rolled up into a ball. The fake Harry picked James up by the collar and punched him. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" he cried, throwing James through the air. He landed with a thud at the feet of the real Harry. He looked up into the green eyes of his son and mouthed, "I'm sorry." The boggart, now the only one left, walked toward James, but Harry stepped in front of James and faced the boggart. It immediately changed into the taunting Voldemort.

"You failed, Harry. I won. You lost. The wizarding world is now mine! Your friends are dead because of you, Harry. You are so worthless! Even your parents didn't fight hard enough to protect you." The boggart laughed maliciously. Harry walked toward the boggart and punched it. It fell over, but immediately stood up again and charged at Harry. It was then that Ron stepped in front of Harry. The boggart changed into a dead Harry.

"Ron?" Harry whispered. Ron ignored him and walked toward the dead Harry, which had now turned into Hermione just as dead as Harry had been. Ron raised his wand at the boggart, but couldn't bring himself to curse it…it was Hermione. The boggart then turned back into Harry. This time, he was covered in blood. It hadn't been the killing curse that had killed this Harry. "Ron!" Harry shouted. He ran up to Ron's side. The boggart turned back into Voldemort and started telling Harry how he had failed to save his friends, but in mid-sentence, changed into a dead Harry, Hermione, then Voldemort. It was getting confused, but that wasn't enough to destroy it. They needed to laugh, but there was nothing funny about letting down your friends and letting them die or seeing your best friends die.

"Let's just go, now!" Sirius said. "While it's still thinking!" Sirius pulled Harry's arm back he and followed. Ginny helped her brother away and they ran to the rest of the group. Lily, Draco, and Hermione had joined them, and had seen the last bit of the boggart fight.

James was still in shock and hadn't recovered from the fake Harry. Harry kneeled on the ground next to his father.

"James?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry, Harry! Please! I didn't mean to let you down! I should have…I should have held him off…I should have killed him…I should have gotten you out of there…"

"Stop it!" Harry called. "You haven't done anything yet! You don't even know how hard you fought and from what I've heard and seen since you came here, I can bet you fought as hard as you could have! You gave Mum and me time to run! The only reason we couldn't get out was because Voldemort had sealed all the exits! It's not your fault! It's Voldemort's!"

James looked up at Harry, his eyes watery. "Harry…"

"Please, Dad, it's alright."

"Say it again. Say Dad again," he said, half delirious. Harry smiled. "Dad. It'll be okay. Everything will be all right. I don't blame you."

DiTS, about the names, Narisa is Romanian, not Roman. The man's name in Greek mythology was named Narcissus, not Narcissa. And thanks again for pointing that thing out about Romania. I really do appreciate it. I'm just not good at reading or looking at maps! hehe ok buh by for now!