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A/N – ok, once again thanks to all the reviewers above I appreciate your reviews plus they make me smile, lol. Anyway am sorry to say that after this update they might get a bit spaced – am now back in school and have a total off seven weeks before my first exam and study leave. I will try and update at least once a week, I promise.
Am really scared about tomorrow I have to get a needle and I hate them!
Thanx to my beta Mitchicul for help today with this chapter and JOHN CENA WON AT WRESTLEMANIA!
Anyhow on with the chapter –
Chapter 4 –
He kept his head down low as he travelled back up the alley, towards the Leaky Cauldron. He had arrived in London yesterday afternoon sometime and headed straight to the Cauldron.
He had left Ellen Mann's the day after he had heard the news of Sirius on her muggle television, she had told him that he was on the news some twelve years ago and had murdered quite a few people.
James was shocked to say the least, his best friend murdering muggles? It wasn't something he would imagine Sirius to do, ever!
The Sirius he knew had nothing against muggles, he was nothing like his pureblood family, placed in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin unlike his family and he ran away from home at sixteen because he had had enough of them. But why murder muggles?
It didn't make sense to him, so he had told Mrs Mann that he was to head to London in search off some one he knew. She had disagreed at first thinking he wasn't well enough to travel at the way he had turned up at her doorstep early hours off the morning but he had assured her he was fine.
After packing him several off her Albert's old clothes that she imagined he would need and stuck cap on his head she hugged him goodbye and watched as he walked away towards the main road.
It had taken him three days to get to London, hitchhiking several lifts he had finally reached his destination. Not knowing how people would react to him, after being dead for twelve years then mysteriously coming back to live he was sure it would freak people out. Hell it freaked him out! So he tried to keep his features hidden.
After looking at the clothes he had first worn when he had first arrived at Mrs Mann's house he was sure that he may have crawled out his grave like she had thought and day by day he was slowly beginning to believe that himself.
Once he had heard the news on Sirius though, thoughts of where he had been and what had happened to him were forgotten as he left to try and find his best friend.
As he entered the Leaky Cauldron his hazel eyes scanned the room as his hands moved to make sure his cap still covered his hair that was sure to give him away for the Potter men were easy to distinguish due to the unruly black hair.
He sat himself in the shadowy corner in the pub and watched as people came to and fro.
From what he had heard from whispers in the Alley and hushed voices in the pub, people were scared of Sirius. There were wanted posters for him stuck on the walls of the pub, on every shop window and aurors searching for him.
Being back in the wizarding world felt like he was back at home, when he had first woke up and went to Mrs Mann's he had felt like something was missing to him but sitting in the Cauldron filled him with the homely feeling, but yet it was not filled completely.
He was about to rise from his seat and head up to the room he was staying in when a man dressed in a long pinstriped cloak rushed in from the entrance to the muggle world.
He rushed over to Tom at the bar and had a hurried conversation with him one that James couldn't hear, what ever was said caused Tom to nod his head furiously and hurry off down a passage way with the man in the cloak following.
Intrigued James sat back in his seat and waited to see if the man was coming back, after a couple of minutes he began to wonder why he was waiting. Mentally shrugging his guessed it was the marauder in him.
Suddenly a bang sounded from outside the pub, caused James to jump in his seat.
The man rushed out of the passage way and headed outside, James sat to far away from the door to hear the conversation outside and was about to head out himself to see if anyone needed help, when the man returned but this time steering a young boy by the shoulder back in with him.
James looked over the man and down to the boy, he narrowed his eyes to get a good look at the boy but due to the dark light all he could make out was the boy's glasses and untidy black hair.
Tom appeared again carrying a lantern, "You've got him, Minister!" he said. "Will you be wanting anything? Beer? Brandy?"
"Perhaps a pot of tea," replied the man in the cloak that Tom had called Minister, James noticed that he still held onto the boy by the shoulder.
Two more men entered the pub carrying a trunk and an owl cage and looked around excitedly
"'Ow come you di'n't tell us 'oo you are, eh, Neville?" said one of the men smiling at the boy who James guessed was probably called Neville
"And a private parlour, please, Tom," said the Minister man
"Bye," Neville said to the men as the man lead him away to the parlour.
James was left alone in the pub, all the pubs guests already gone to bed. Thinking about the scene that had occurred in front of him.
The boy, Neville must be extremely important if the man who had been called Minister had been waiting for him personally.
Putting aside all thoughts, he finally made his way up to his room determined to find something out about Sirius the next day.
OK I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, and for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am really tired after a long day in school and may have missed some mistakes out when re-reading.if it is really bad i will re post it
Hope you all like this chapter and review for me –
Important - I have a question to ask everyone, my friends and me have been having a long argument over what we think James's Patronus would be, so am asking you reviewers out there if you think his Patronus would be either
A – Dragon
B – Lion
C – Dog
D – something completely different
Review and let me know what you think of the chapter and the question x x