"We shall be seeing you in August, Kiddo." Dante said sadly, smiling at James. It was the last week of school. The arrangements had been made.

After the exams were over, James would be staying in Hogsmead at a hotel of his choise until August, were he would go to Peru with the gang to hunt Chucacabra's for money. Dante was going to meet with Angel, the leader of Angel Investigations, in L.A. about taking down the remaining followers of Jajia in Cali.

"I'll see you then, Dante." James called waving merrily. He felt whole, and the fact that he would be seeing Dante in a month made him excstatic.

ONE WEEK LATER

James was wondering around Hogsmead aimlessly. He had completed his exams, he felt, with flying colors. He would have to await the exam results in a few weeks.

James was living in an alley, again. He decided to wait two weeks in the alleys, then live it up in a hotel for the last two weeks. He wanted a little luxury before going to Peru.

That damned black dog swept passed him again, shooting him and odd look and running off to the mountains. A little voice inside james whispered 'folllow him' and so he did.

James took off, running threw the boulders, searching for a sign of the dog. Its black tail swished around and he saw it enter a cave. He smirked. Score one me.

He entered into the cave, and saw a man sitting on the cave floor, surrounded by newspapers and animal bones. He recognized the man immediately.

"Sirius Black." He stated, going deeper into the cave. The mans eyes widened noticeably in fear, then his head swung down in defeat. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Alright, you caught me, lets go." The man replied, defeated, as he got slowly to his feet.

"I was expecting more of a fight from the infamous murderer." James stated sarcastically. He pushed the man so he fell back on his ass. James took a seat on the floor next to him.

"Wh-what?" The man asked.

He was supposed to be a feared by all men. He was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of women and children. He was supposed to be being dragged off to the ministry by a greedy man. This kid was...striking up a conversation?

"well! Whats the story, Mr. Black. I want to get your side of this thing." James replied easily.

"Huh? You're going to let me exlain?" Sirius cursed himself. His throaght was raw and sore from not talking for so long.

"Of course! I read the damned papers. You could have been innocent. Its reasonable. The ministry is one hella biased place." James replied, leaning his head back against the cave wall.

"I wasn't the secret keeper. Peter Petigrew was." Sirius choked out threw his surprise and sorrow. James's eyes widened as the pieces fell into place.

"The rat. Its him. Scabbers." James whispered. Sirius perked up.

"Scabbers? Missing a paw on his left claw?" Sirius demanded.

"Yes. Old. Too old. He cut his own finger off and blew up the street. Brilliant." James whispered admiringly.

"Yes." Sirius nodded.

"Hmm. Well, Mr. Black-"

"Call me Sirius, or Padfoot." Sirius said quickly, grinning at this new kid.

"Padfoot, I think this will take some slytherin style planning." James replied. He pulled out a pen and paper.

My Dearest Ginerva,

Hahaha. Ginerva! Your name sucks. Anyway, put scabbers in this impenetrable jar and send him back to hogsmead with this rental owl. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

I suggest you put on dragon hide gloves. He will be putting up a hell of a fight.

If your still curious, you will find out in tomarrows papers. I would also like to beg you to trust me on this one. A mans freedom hangs in the balance.

Sincerely,
"Damean'

"I'm probably going to get the kiss and your... writing a letter?" Sirius asked, his eyes buggin out.

"Gryffindor." James said, snorting. Sirius stared.

"How did you know?" He asked, puzzled. James rolled his eyes.

"You smell like one." James said. Sirius blinked. "Forget it. Well, im gonna go buy an unbreakable jar from the potions store and rent an owl. I will be back within an hour."

Two Hundred Miles away, Ginny was eating breakfast. Her anxiety over taking the owls had been quickly replaced by the anxiety over the results.

Her mother wasn't exactly helping. Molly went around her dailky business, as usual, but had picked up the odd and random habit of demanding if Ginny got certain questions right at random times of the day.

An owl Ginny recognized from the rentals in the Owl Euphorium landed with a soft thunk in between the paper and the orange juice. She read it and picked up the package. A jar. She rolled her eyes.

"What are you planning now, James?" She muttered under her breath. She snuck up on the unsuspecting, sleeping rat in rons room and swiftly stuffed it into the jar. It woke up in the jar and began trying to climb up the top. She clamped it down the lid before it could get out.

"Sorry, Scabbers." She apologized in a whisper as she tied it to the leg of the owl. It took off out the open window, swaying slightly as the rat fought a losing fight with the glass furiously.

Sirius and James sat in silence. It was dark, they knew. James had been told the story in detail, and now they sat out under the stars, Sirius as a dog.

The owl landed with a thump.

"Excellent." James whispered, holding up the jar. He had written to Dumbledore, and he would be arriving soon. A sudden cold swept over them, and now James regretted it.

"James Evans," It was Minister Weasley. He had arrived pompously with at least two hundred dementors. James looked around. Sirius was back in human form, standing by his side. James mentally cursed. He had told Sirius that Arthur wasn't much different from fudge. Gryffindors, he snarled mentally. "Mr. Black has brainwashed you. Step aside so we can administer the kiss."

"No! Look! We've got peter!" Sirius cried out as the dementers approached. James cursed under his breath. Sirius just made himself look like a nutter.

"Minister, Dumbledore, we have some information for you." James stated calmly as he could. He handed the jar to Albus, shooting him a dark look. Albus took it without question, but suddenly gasped. James turned in time to see a dementor lower its hood.

What happened next would be forever imprinted in Ablus Dumbledore and Sirius Black's mind.

James's eyes turned black. His hair ruffled slightly in an unseen breeze. Everything in James's head clicked all at once. The symbols on his arms, his refusal to die from the killing curse, the odd web, the smelling emotions, the floating. It all fit. The words burst fourth from his mouth.

"STUDENETUE! YESHATANTE QUERUM!" James shouted. He knew what it meant. So did the dementors.

The dementor holding Sirius dropped him abruptly. Every one of the 200 odd dementors turned in unision to face James. James nodded at Sirius's form that was sitting on his ass on the ground.

"Chote deman" He stated. A dementor gracefully held out his rotting hand to help Sirius to his feet. Sirius, in a daze, was yanked up.

"WHAT IS GOING ON!?" Demanded a bristling Weasley. James calmly looked at him.

"We have some explaining to do." He stated calmly. He turned to a dementor. "Destre tearum morwe." He said, jerking his head at Dumbeldore. A dementor quickly floated over took the jar from Dumbledores hands. "Circlae." The dementors circled the jar tightly. James cast the counter curse for the unbreakable spell and and jar smashed.

"REVELO!" Sirius shouted. Peter Petigrew grew before their eyes.

"SIRIUS!" The man immediately began to squeek. "He was so powerful! How could I disobey him!"

"HOW DARE YOU! They would have died for you peter! Look how you repaid him."

The dementors took the little man away, even as the minister and Sirius shouted, and peters pleas in the backround. James suddenly felt blackness edge around his mind. He tried to keep going, but soon he was sucked into the darkness.