A/N: I OWN NOTHING, Thanks to everyone who reviewed, because of that I was able to make one more chapter before I go away I hope you enjoy. YAY COMPLETED JUST IN TIME BEFORE I LEAVE. OK, I apologize to everybody, I'll admit this is not the best chapter that I have written so far but please forgive me. This chapter contains violence and at a point it can be a little graphic, well, i don't know you decide. Wanted to put up a warning just in case.

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James smiled to his reflection in the mirror. "My you are a GOD." He praised his reflection. "No wonder why Lily couldn't take her eyes off of you." He laughed. His reflection laughed back with him. At the memory of Lily his heart began to throb in pain. He missed her more than anything in the world. "If only I had been the one to die, than Lily could have been here. Why didn't she switch places with someone else." His reflection just stared back not giving any reply, it looked lost and clueless. He knew that was not right, because if Lily had switched than some other innocent person would have died. "But I do have my boy." The most precious gift she could have given him, a beautiful, brilliant, boy, Harry. "Mine." He said wistfully.

His pupils retracted with fury. Yes, Harry was his, all broken, battered and bruised. His paternal instincts clicked into place along with that of the marauders. The marauders were always there for one another through thick and thin, and if anybody had even dared to threaten one that person would know pain beyond imagining. He could not wait to administer some of that on Harry's Uncle.

James had met Vernon twice and both times were at each others wedding, he had never liked the man much, but to show good manners he had always been civil to the other man, he had no idea why he would act that way towards his son.

Fury rose deep within him, now knowing the perfect revenge he put the first part into action. Being a metamorphamagus had its ups. James retransformed into Severus Snape, he was first going to show Dursley what fear could mean, and an angry Snape was a scary Snape. He had seen his friend angry and it was not a pretty picture. Then he was going to show him pain, pain beyond anything that man had ever felt before, and he was going to love every minute of administering it to him.

He strode out of the washroom and over to Harry's bedside. "I'll be back soon son. I promise." He pulled the covers tight around the boys thin frame, and with difficulty turned his back on the small form. "I'm not leaving you." He whispered as he left the infirmary.

James walked out of the castle and beyond the gates of Hogwarts entranceway. When he was a safe distance, he disapparated to Little Whinging, Surrey.

From the hospital wing nobody noticed the broken boy as he stirred vigorously in the sheets, for the first time in days.

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Vernon Dursley was still huddled on his bed from the shock of what had happened to him days before. He had not even bothered to eat or drink, and the lack of nutrients and worry from the intimidating wizards made him lose weight. He had lost over twenty pounds mostly from shivering on his bed. They won, and he had ended up the loser, he did not know how it had happened.

That was when he decided he was not going to be the victim anymore. He would be ready for them when they came, and he would get Harry back after all. He only wanted Harry, because he was great for relieving all his tension, a few kicks here, and a few punches there, and everything in the world would be right again, after all that boy had put him through the last year, he belonged at the Dursley's.

He got up from his sweat-stained bed, and showered. He dressed in perfectly normal clothing, and went downstairs to eat a proper meal. He was famished.

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"So this is where Harry lived." James thought disgustedly. At first he wondered if this was the right house because there was no indication that two boys lived there. There were only pictures of a pig like person wearing a wig. Then he heard descending footsteps coming from the stairwells, and he recognized the man he had met only twice before.

Anger bubbled inside of him, nothing would have given him more satisfaction then casting the Avada Kedavra curse on him, nevertheless he did know some curses that were not classified as an unforgivable, but it would cause a great amount of suffering for the person on the other end of the wand.

Vernon Dursley blanched at the man holding the wand. He was frightened by this man, more than when the redheaded boy had cast that wretched spell on him.

He did not know why the man dressed in black was there, he had never seen him before in his life, and if he had than Vernon would have hightailed it right away.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house? We do not allow freaks here." He said in a strong clear voice that covered up his true feelings.

"I just came here to see the man that dared to touch my son. And now that I have you are nothing more than a bloody codfish."

"Excuse me sir, you come here insulting me and I have never met your son, I think you've mistaken me for someone else, in fact I have never even met you." Vernon was clearly confused, apparently there was some sort of mix up, the only boy he had ever touched was Harry, and Harry's father was dead.

James twirled the wand in his hand. Staring dauntingly over at the sordid man, he smirked at him. "Sorry forgot to introduce myself." His voice was silky, but threatening at the same time. It was the same one that he used on his first years potion students, to put fear into them.

It apparently worked on Dursley, he stood backside to the banister and he was shaking so hard that it looked like it was going to fall off the steps.

James smirked again (this time the banister did come off), he scrunched up his nose and transformed into an older version of his son, minus the sparkling emerald green eyes.

Vernon looked on the edge of fainting. His nephew had played him, "Potter?" He questioned.

"Yes." James replied coolly. He knew what that fool was thinking, and had a hard time trying to suppress his laughter. He wanted to find out what the man would do to him. His opinions of using muggles as sport changed quite quickly when he wanted nothing more than to use the stupid man as a quaffle, and throw him into the hoops.

"Change back to your self right now, then go to your cupboard, I'll deal with you later." The dim-witted man pointed a finger and waited for "Harry" to follow his orders.

James could not hold in his laughter any longer it amused him so much to see Dursley trying to rack his brain about the whole thing. His laughter exploded through him, and it echoed around the house.

Vernon was outraged, he lunged for the look alike Harry, but was knocked off the floor when his knee came into contact with heavy black boots.

"Allow me to finally introduce myself. I am and always have been James Potter."

Vernon stared dumbfounded at the man for several minutes. "It can't be, you're dead."

"Well surprise I'm back." He gloated.

The expression on Vernon's face was priceless. He had turned blue and started choking on what James could only guess as his saliva.

"Y- yo-you can't be back. You're dead. I'm hallucinating, that's it, this is what it is. An hallucination, I'm going to go back to bed and then when I wake up this will all have been a very bad dream and none of this has happened. Petunia will have made my breakfast, Dudley will be getting ready to go back to school, and I will be going to work, yes, yes sounds good…"

"Dursley, you're talking to yourself, it's not very becoming. People might think you've gone mad. True, by the time I'm done with you your family, friends, and neighbours, will probably think along the same lines as that, but I want to be the one who causes it, not you. Otherwise you'd just be ruining my fun." He leaned as close as he could to Vernon without having the feeling of being sick. "Never mess with a Potter."

"I didn't do anything." Vernon tried to explain.

"What didn't you do?" James asked putting on a puzzled expression.

"Whatever your freak of a son has said I have done, I haven't. He's a liar, he lies all the time." Vernon stopped he had a feeling he was digging himself into an even bigger grave, then he already found himself in.

James held his wand high in the air and was ready to strike. "Any last words?" He asked.

"I'm not afraid of you, Potter." Vernon tried in one last pathetic attempt to show some kind of bravery.

"Your eyes, and you're behaviour two minutes ago, seem to tell me otherwise." James said mocking Vernon.

"You do anything to me, and I swear when Harry comes home for the summer I will kill him."

James growled deep within his throat. "Harry won't be coming back here next summer, the summer after that, and the summer after that. Harry will never step foot into this house again. Since I am his father he'll be staying with me."

"That's where you're wrong, Potter," This is where Vernon started to get a backbone. "You lost all guardianship over him the minute you "died" Harry is my charge now."

"You're muggle laws do not apply in the Wizarding World, Dursley. Get it through your thick skull. We actually run your world, and if we wanted to we could take it over within minutes."

Vernon's eyes grew round and wide, he knew he had gone too far when he killed the bird, but Harry needed to be taught a lesson, he wondered what Harry's father would do to him.

"Conseco Intro."

Vernon was surprised the spell hit him fast and sharp, but it did not hurt as much as he expected it to. It made him feel light headed but at the same time eerily peaceful. He felt his temperature begin to rise, and his blood seemed to be boiling. Yet it still felt nice.

He watched in confusion as small scratch marks that were no bigger than paper cuts pulled apart his skin, to reveal his body's insides. He continued to watch in morbid fascination as the flesh along one of his fingers spread wide open, revealing the bone that was his finger. That pleasant feeling was gone now, and all he felt was pain.

"What have you done to me?" Vernon's lips trembled and his voice was hoarse with fear.

"Don't worry," James reassured him, "In a matter of minutes you'll be dead."

"Tell me." Vernon whimpered.

"If you really must know, it's a cutting curse. It cuts through the person's body from the inside out. It starts off at the fingers and moves itself along to the arms; it will then spread to your shoulder blades, your stomach, and your feet. It only stops when your whole body literally falls apart." James said lazily.

"I thought you said that this wasn't an unforgivable curse."

"Oh, and its not. You see this curse is considered a vengeance curse. Any wizard is allowed to perform this particular curse as long as the punishment fits the crime. There are various degrees in which this particular curse can go through, and yours is the most advanced, considering that my only son, the only reminder that I have left of my precious Lily, is lying in a comatose state, no thanks to you, so this curse gives me the privilege of going as far as killing you, because Harry is practically dead."

"But I didn't kill Harry, you just said so yourself." Vernon screamed as the curse ripped open his skin revealing his wrist bone. The sight before Vernon was ghastly, his finger bones and wrist bones fell to the floor because there was nothing left, his skin was dangling open revealing emptiness, and blood was pouring down everywhere from his arm.

James just sat back with a triumphant glee on his face. To him the picture was perfect. He only wished that Sirius were there to share in his revenge.

"You do know he's right James." A voice whispered softly from behind him.

He had been so consumed with the deteriorating large man in front of him that he did not hear the "popping" sounds of any apparitioners.

James turned around to see the intruder, and there standing in front of him was the second last marauder.

"Let him go, c'mon mate, he's not worth it."

"But, Harry." James shook his head sadly.

"Is alive and he'll wake up." Remus moved closer to his friend. "You know Harry would not want you to hurt his Uncle, no matter what he did to him. Harry would not want you to be a murderer."

"But…"

"No buts James, I know Harry and if you do something like this and finish through with it he won't want anything to do with you."

"I'm his father."

"Especially his father." Remus wanted to take his best friend and just take away the pained expression on his face. He knew how much his friend was hurting, but letting him kill someone would be against his conscience.

James collapsed to the floor. Cradling his body into his arms. He just wanted everything back to the way it was. Little Harry in his pram, Lily rocking him back and forth, and singing her favourite lullaby, and him flooing home to see his small wonderful family.

Remus went and threw his arms around his fallen friend, and he held him tightly, wanting only to protect the man that had protected him when he was a young boy.

Remus was the one to break the silence. "I think it's time you took the curse off of him."

"I think that maybe you're right." James cocked his head to the side, and studied the man; he then turned back to his friend. "You're right Remus he's not worth it." James flicked his wand and Vernon felt the curse receding in his body, apparently his arm grew back, and the only reminder that it had happened was the fact that there was a dull tingling where the bones had grown back.

"Petrificus Totalus." Remus cast the curse, so that Vernon would not be able to get away.

"I've missed you." James told his friend.

"I've missed you too."

"How did you know I was back and that I was here?"

"It wasn't too hard, old friend." He chuckled. "Dumbledore told me and a select few what he had done. I then went to search for you, but couldn't find you anywhere in the castle. I knew that you wouldn't leave Harry's side, not for a second, except to get revenge. So I figured you were here, and with a wand pointing spell, I was able to find you within seconds."

"You were always the clever one in our group, me and Sirius would spend hours debating why you hung out with us at all, we were so different."

"C'mon you guys had your moments. How else would I have scored a date with Polly Hannigan in seventh year if it weren't for you?"

"Oh you mean she didn't go out with you because of moony." James teased his friend. "I always heard she was fascinated with half breeds." He laughed

Usually that term would have been degrading, but Remus knew his friend was joking. James had been doing that since the wolf first bit him. "Let's go leave him here, and we'll go to the Three Broomsticks for a firewhiskey. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me, but what about him?" James jerked a finger in the direction of the stilled man.

"Don't worry about him, I'm sure someone will find him eventually."

"Lets go I could do with a firewhiskey, it's hard work being a Potter." James smiled at his friend.

"I don't think that it would be a good idea if you two went." Another voice entered into their conversation. "Nobody knows that James Potter is alive, and I want to keep it that way. If the Death Eaters got wind of this it would mean certain death for James. I suggest that both of you go back to Hogwarts where it is safe."

James was livid, he already told Albus to leave him alone, and yet here he was still meddling in things he should not have been meddling in.

"Didn't I tell you to mind your own business?" James growled. "What are you doing here anyways? This does not concern you."

"But this does concern one of my students welfare. If his father gets killed for the second time in his life, that boy would probably jump from the tallest tower at Hogwarts."

James ignored Albus and turned to his friend. "Let's go Remus, I can hear that firewhiskey calling my name now."

"If you still want to."

"Of course I do." He turned to face Dumbledore "The muggle is all yours, do what you want with him, but as far as I'm concerned I'm not done dealing with you yet." With that James disapparated to the Three Broomsticks.

"Don't worry Albus, he'll come around soon, he's just hurting right now, and the one person that would cheer him up isn't around anymore, just give it time."

"No, he won't Remus, that boy will never forgive me." He shook his head sadly.

Deep inside of him he knew that James was too far-gone in his hatred for him that he would never be able to forgive and forget. He knew that James would continue to help the light, but their father/son relationship was over.

"You've forgotten one thing, Albus."

"What's that?"

"Harry. Harry will make things right between you two again. You are like a grandfather to him."

"Thank you Remus. I think you should go now, James is probably sitting in the Three Broomsticks by himself, I think he needs your company, go and join him, and I'll deal with the muggle."

Once Remus was gone, Albus turned to face Vernon Dursley. He lifted the Petrificus Totalus from him, and Vernon turned a shade of green.

"I saw what James had done to you, and though I do not condone it, I say you deserved what you got. However, it is now my turn to do justice for Harry."

"Please, have mercy on me." Vernon begged.

Dumbledore regarded the man with distaste. "Because I am head of the Wizengamot and because Fudge wants to better himself, he has allowed me free reign where punishment is due. In most cases the punishment should fit the crime, so I have figured out the most suitable punishment for you. Because you showed Harry no mercy, I do not plan to show any in your direction. You have taken away the boy's innocence, which is his soul. True others have taken it away long before, but those were people he did not trust, you however are his guardian, and a revolting one at that. You took away all of his valued possessions, the one's his father had given him, and his Godfather, who by the way he had just recently lost. That is unacceptable, even Death Eaters and Tom Riddle would agree with me on this one, no wizard should be treated the way that Harry was, by a simpleton muggle as yourself. So based on this I have come to the conclusion that you should have your soul taken from you. This is my decree, that is how it is shall be written, and so it shall be." The last line made the punishment legal.

"My soul, you can't take my soul. A soul is an inanimate object." He scoffed at the man who thought was so powerful, but clearly Vernon could tell he was not.

Dumbledore did not respond to this comment that was directed towards him. He pretended instead that the man had said nothing to him. He magically summoned a small glass vial to his left hand, and without the assistance of a wand he stretched his right hand out and spoke, "animus inquam expostulo vos incedo hactenus valero." Dumbledore waited for the spell to work.

He did not have to wait that much longer, because he saw Vernon's face go pale.

Vernon struggled to remain calm, but when he felt something start to pull him apart he again he screamed. He thought this time he was going to die, and if he knew what was going to happen to him afterwards, he probably wished he had. He clamped a big beefy hand over his mouth as he felt something trying to escape from his closed lips. He did not succeed.

Vernon stared transfixed at the small black orb that was his soul. It entered the vial, and the vial sealed itself closed and vanished.

Albus' eyes sparkled for the first time since Harry's arrival at Hogwarts.

Vernon was confused he could not remember anything. He did not even know who he was, or where he was. He could not even place the old man was that was standing beside him, but he did seem kind, or so he thought.

"Who am I?" He was scared and he felt so empty, at least he could talk.

"Let's get you to St. Mungo's they will be able to give you the help that you need." Dumbledore pulled him off of his feet rather roughly.

Albus made the man touch a lemon drop wrapper, and they both felt the tug around their naval as the port key took them away.

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The waiting room in St. Mungo's was crowded with patients, waiting to be seen by a doctor. Albus guided Vernon to the administration desk.

"How can I help you today Professor?" A kindly witch asked from behind the desk, eyeing the large man that Dumbledore held firmly in his grasp.

"Ahh, my dear Petrini, this man has seemed to have "misplaced" his soul." Dumbledore grinned from ear to ear.

"Gotcha." The friendly witch from behind the desk smiled at him again. "I'll just call for some orderlies to come and take him to his new room to get him settled. Is it going to be a long term or short term stay?"

"It all depends Petrini, it all depends."

Witch Petrini was used to this kind of behaviour from Albus Dumbledore. Every so often he would just appear with someone that was injured and demand a room. She never asked questions, she knew better than that. Plus Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard that ever lived, and he was her hero.

Albus turned to Vernon who seemed to have gone catatonic in his state. "You will gain your soul back when Harry's has been returned to him."

No matter how harsh his punishments were, as long as the victims would come out alright, so would their offenders. However, the offenders would not be able to forget their ordeals, as a constant reminder to never do what they did ever again.

Two orderlies appeared and took Vernon Dursley away from Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Petrini. It has been a pleasure seeing you again."

"The pleasure was all mine." She shook her head and laughed. That man was too much.

Albus Dumbledore disapparated from St. Mungo's and returned to Privet Drive. He set a letter on the kitchen table for Mrs. Dursley regarding her husband and the sad story that went with his current state. He than went back to Hogwarts feeling better than he had in days.

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An apparated Remus Lupin landed in the middle of Hogsmeade a few steps away from the Three Broomsticks. He did not think that the patrons there would appreciate if somebody landed on them accidentally, and he believed neither would Madame Rosmerta. She would for sure give him a what for.

Before he even took a step, a hand clasped over his mouth and dragged him into a dark alleyway. He had been too slow to react and the person dragging him was too fast.

"Don't move." A husky voice commanded him.

"Wha…"

"Shh." The husky voice interrupted him.

The man let Remus go, and he pulled his wand out from his robe. He performed a lumos and recognized his kidnapper. "James." He sighed. "What the hell was that for?" He punched his friend in the arm.

James rubbed the now sore spot. "Sorry mate. Didn't want anyone to see me. Just let me transform and then we'll get our drinks."

"I thought you weren't listening to Albus." He grinned.

"I am not an Imbecile, Remus. I was going to change my appearance even before the old codger mentioned for me to do that. I don't want strangers to know that I'm alive, the last thing I need right now, is for Harry to lose me for a second time."

Remus just smirked at his old friend. He was glad to have him back, he was not alone anymore and that made him truly happy.

They left the dark alleyway, with James being an exact duplicate of Remus.

"What am I going to tell people?" Remus scoffed as he stared at a mirror image of himself. "They know me there, they know I don't have any brothers."

"It's pretty obvious." James rolled his eyes at his friend, his cocky nature returning full force. "If anybody asks I'm your first cousin on your mother's side, visiting from Ireland."

The two men walked to the Three Broomsticks and for the next couple of hours they drank and ate, reuniting as friends, instead of enemies.

At the end of the day they left the little pub and made their way to the dark alley where James could transform back into his proper self, and then they used a portkey back to Hogwarts.

Overall the day had been a pretty accomplishing day.

Little did they know the brown rat with a silver paw and a missing toe on his right hand had been following the two men since their first trip into the alley.

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A/N: One more thing the first curse means cut from within

The second curse means Soul I demand you to enter.

Or at least I hope it does, if not then it's just a bunch of gibberish, LOL.