Two hours later, James wakes with a massive headache. The first thing he notices is the perfectly white ceiling. It could only mean that he was in the hospital wing. He slowly pushes himself up into the sitting position and looks around. No one was in sight but a faint cheering could be heard coming from outside. Of course, there was a Quidditch match today. That is where everyone was at. He lets out a small snort and slides out of bed. "Just forget about the patient to watch a foolish game. Well that is all fine and dandy." He grabs a piece of paper off the stand next to his bed and pulls a quill from the drawer. He begins to scratch down a letter:

Dear Uncle Erik,

I am sadden to inform you that Luke has been brainwashed. He no longer wishes to be apart of this family. He even abandoned me. I don't feel safe here any longer and I pray that you will be able to do something about this situation. You know I wouldn't be writing unless this was of dire importance.

The headmaster did something to me when I requested to leave. I ended up in the hospital wing. To top it all off everyone is outside watching the Quidditch match. Leaving me injured and unattended to. Please. I'm begging you to find a way to remove me from this place before I end up like mom and dad.

Your Nephew,

James O'Reilly

He rereads the letter before rolling it up. He limps over to one of the slightly opened windows and whistles. The snowy white comes swooping in, landing on a nearby stand. It precedes to bare it leg. James firmly attaches the letter. "Take this to Uncle Erik. Please hurry." He pets the bird once and it takes off out the window. He then limps back to the bed and plops down heavily. He glances over towards the door and the person who entered.

Sirius had a huge smile on his face when he enters the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had just told him that he may visit the boy. He was going to see if he wanted to go down to the Quidditch match. "Hey. Glad your up. Why don't you and me head on down and watch Gryffindor kick some Slytherin arse."

James blinks at the man and frowns. "I don't want to go and watch a silly little game. I'm content with staying right where I am. Thank you very much." His voice is laced with sarcasm.

Sirius blinks. "Harry. You love Quidditch. What's wrong. Does this have to do with what happened last night?"

James sighs. He was trying to forget last night. "No. It don't have nothing to do with last night. And please don't call me Harry. My name is James. Harry died months ago."

Sirius pulls a chair up and sits down. "Ok then. James. Professor Dumbledore filled me in on your progress since your return. Your grades are very poor. You used to be a great student. You loved to learn magic."

James lets out a bitter chuckle. "I don't want to be here, Sirius. I want to go back living the life of a muggle. I don't want the weight of the world on my shoulders. I want to be a normal boy. I actually thought my life was looking up. The O'Reilly's adopted us then they had to go and get themselves killed. It's not fair." His voice now held a deep sadness.

Sirius eyes James, carefully. The boy looked older than his seventeen years. He looked like an old man. He reaches over and lays his hand on James's leg. "Listen to me. Life isn't fair. But we all have to continue to live. If we give up..then Voldemort wins."

James shakes his head. "You don't understand. I've lost everything that I've held dear to me. First my parents. Then you. Then my adopted parents. It's just not worth it in my lives. I will not die for a cause that ain't good enough. Don't you understand. I don't care anymore. I don't care if Voldemort kills everyone. At least it will be over. One has to die so the other one can live." He lays a hand on his right forearm. "That prophecy will not come true. I will not die and neither will Lord Voldemort." He says quietly.

Sirius blinks. The boy was giving up. But why would he say that neither of them were going to die. One had to. Then it dawns on his. "What have you done?" He eyes the boys hand which was clutches his right forearm. He snatches the hand away and quickly pulls the shirt sleeve up. There on the pale flesh of his godson's arm was the dark mark. Dark as the very man that gave it to him. "Oh god." Sirius stands and backs away from James. "How could you? He killed your parents not to mention the hundreds of innocent people that he has tortured."

"When me and Luke were forcible brought here against out wills..I told Dumbledore that I would join Lord Voldemort before I would be used as a weapon against him. I do not go back on my promise." His voice was not void of all emotions. "You better go warn Dumbledore that there is a deatheater amongst the ranks. I suspect that he would be interested to know."

Sirius backs out of the hospital wing and hurries outside. Dumbledore was watching the Quidditch game. He had to speak to him immediately.

James smirks. That outta get rid of Sirius. No more caring godfather to foil his plans. He would get out of this bloody school if it was the last thing he did. He is pulled out of his brooding by someone else entering the hospital wing. He frowns seeing it was Hermione and Ron. "Madam Pomfrey is not here at the moment. I'm sure you will be able to find her out at the Quidditch pitch."

Ron pulls his fist back and sends it flying into James's nose, breaking it. "That's for the way you've been treating the other students. And for making Hermione cry. Maybe you should go back to America. I can't believe that your Luke's brother. Your nothing like him." Ron was pissed. He had only been out of St. Mungo's for a month and he had heard nothing but horrible things about James. He wanted it end right now. Ron had easily made friends with Luke. But James just seemed like a Slytherin in disguise.

James head snaps back as the blow is delivered to his nose. He winces in pain as he feels the fragile little bones shatter. Blood gushes down over his lips and chin, dripping onto his all white hospital top. He licks the blood off his lips with his tongue and glares at Ron. He slowly slides out of bed. "If you want to start something, Weasley..I will be more than happy to finish it." He crosses his arms over his chest not bothering to wipe the running blood.

Ron growls and lunges at James. He tackles him to the hard stone floor. He begins to deliver a series of blows to his face, neck and stomach. He doesn't stop until he is forcible removed. "Let me go" He begins to struggle.

James wheezes as he looks up at the people now in the room through his half swelled shut eyes. Hermione had a hand over her mouth looking horrified. Dumbledore was trying to calm a very distraught Ron down who was being held by a very large man that he has never seen before. Sirius was looking livid. And the last person was carefully trying to help Madam Pomfrey lift the boy up the bed. He is forced to drink a blueish potion and he soon slips off in the world of the unconscious.

"I'm glad I got his owl when I did. If I had know things were this bad. I would of removed him long ago. Forget foreign relations. He is my nephew. I will not let him stay in his school any longer. You better be thankful that I don't press charges against this institution for mistreating him. And that little heathen better hire I very good attorney because I will be seeing him in court." He points a finger at Ron. Erik O'Reilly was shaking with anger. Even his blonde hair and pale blue eyes looked upset. He wasn't a small man. His pale blue robe fits him perfect. It had a red crest on the right breast pocket that signified him as the American Minister of Magic. It also had the word Minister underneath it. In the center of the crest was a golden Leprechaun He was had a sleek athletic built but also well toned and very muscular. He looked as if he should of been a Beater for some well known Quidditch team not the American Minister of Magic. "Braze. Let the boy go. But keep an eye on him. I don't want him trying to skip town."

The large man holding Ron lets him go but watches him intently. A frown playing on his lips. Braze made Erik look like a dwarf. He was ten times bigger with a lot more muscle. He was wearing a dark blue robe with a golden leprechaun on the right breast pocket. Underneath that was his name followed by the word Guard.

Erik watches as Madam Pomfrey begins to heal the boy of all his injuries. He moves to his side and takes his hand gently. "Hey there kido. How you feeling?" His voice is soft and full of love.

James opens his semi better eye and offers Erik a weak smile. "I guess I'll live. I'm sorry if you get into trouble over me, Uncle Erik."

Erik snorts. "I won't be getting into any trouble over rescuing you. Rest now. Let the nice nurse take care of your wounds. Ok?"

James swallows and nods slowly. "Ok. Promise me that you won't leave me here. Promise." He sounded scared.

"Don't worry. I am not leaving this place without you. Rest. I'll see you in a little while." He steps out into the hallway with the remaining people. He notices that more people had turned up. All looking like teachers. "James is coming home with me." He states simply.

Dumbledore regards the man for a moment. "Do you have any idea who James really is? He belongs here. Sirius is his legal guardian since he is the boys godfather."

Erik narrows his eyes. "I am well aware that James used to be Harry Potter. He was seventeen when my brother and sister-in-law adopted him. And in America that is the legal age for a child to make his or her own decisions. Are you aware that James is also distantly related to the O'Reilly's? His mother's aunt married into my family. I believe her name was Amaryllis and she married my grandfather, Liam. They had two children, Conor who is my father. And Holly who is my Aunt. Do I really need to explain it further. As you can see...James is blood related to me. Therefore that makes me his guardian. You are more than welcome to check out the story if you like."

Lupin stands there in shock. James is Harry. Harry is James. The cold boy who could careless about life was his best friends godson. And this man was trying to take him away from Sirius. He gives Sirius a sympathetic look.

Dumbledore sighs. "There is no need to check the story. I knew Amaryllis. She was a muggle. She left home when she was around 20. The first and last time she wrote to me was to inform me of her marriage to Liam and to check on Lily." He looks over at Sirius. "I'm sorry Sirius. He has custody of James until he is 21. There is nothing I can do." He then turns to face Erik. "I will release him into your custody as soon as Madam Pomfrey is certain that all of his injuries are healed. Until then you more than welcome to stay, Minister O'Reilly." Dumbledore turns and heads down the corridor.

The other teachers begin to fan out. They couldn't believe that Harry was the boy that they despised to much. Lupin stays beside Sirius who looked fit to kill. "Don't do anything stupid, Padfoot."

Sirius lets out a soft growl. "Don't worry, Moony. I won't do anything stupid. Do you know that Harry has the dark mark?" He whispers to his best friend.

Lupin's eyes widen and he sputters. "How in the world did he get the dark mark? The boy needs help."

Erik listens to the two talk about James. "He got the dark mark last month. I'm proud of him for facing his fears."

Sirius takes a threatening step forward only to be blocked by Braze. "How can you be proud of him? He joined the very man that is causing the destruction of our world!"

Erik shakes his head. "Sirius Black? They finally cleared you? I've read about all your troubles in the Daily Prophet. The American Ministry is in close relation with the English one. Maybe you need to take sometime to think? James didn't join anyone. The boy is doing his job. Just under his own terms. Maybe you should open your eyes. He ain't a little boy anymore. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He has every right to be bitter." He heads in to check on James. Leaving the two men to think over his words. Never noticing the two very shocked youngsters still standing in the shadows. Ron still being watches by Braze and Hermione looking rather ill.