A/n: Hey all! Or rather Never-Fear-Death. Thanks a ton, my friend. Its because of you that I am continuing the story. Now, I will update this epic tale that is going to be exciting and have Chucacabra hunting in Peru! I will update every week at least.

The smell was sickeningly familiar. It made James heart beat too quickly. He took in a breath. Yes, sickeningly familiar would be the best way to describe it. It smelt sterile. Too sterile with a mix of disinfectins. But not the kind he was familiar too.

From the smell he deducted that he was not in a muggle hospital, and definitely not in Hogwarts hospital wing. He was suddenly very afraid. He took in a breath and shoved his eyes open.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting on the bed, a mock stern expression on his face. James tilted his head slightly, and saw that Sirius, looking very clean and much healthier, was laying in the bed next to him.

"Glad to see your awake, Mr. Evans." Dumbledore said, then handed James a news paper, the daily prophet. James sat up in the bed, against the many pillows, and took the paper. He read the title.

SIRIUS BLACK INNOCENT! CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES!

Peter Pettigrew captured and in akaban! Full story inside!

"Huh." James said, handing back the paper. "My work here is done. So where am I and when can I get out of here?" Dumbledore looked slightly confused, then answered his questions.

"St. Mungos, Mr. Evans, a fine Wizarding hospital. You've been out for a week and a half. You can 'get out of here' whenever you feel ready." Dumbledore noticed that james's eyes had traveled to Sirius's bed and answered the un asked question. "Mr. Black is here to treat his sever mal nuritionment."

"Good. The bastard needs a break more then anyone I know." James laughed, sitting up in bed. With a twitch of his finger his robes changed into muggle clothes.

"Mr. Evans, it appears you may be a demon controller-" Dumbledore was cut off.

"Look, Albus, don't get affended or anything, but I don't want to hear your cock bullshit. No offense, albus, but you are one hell of a manipulative old guy. I don't want to hear what you say unless I ask you for an answer. I don't want to hear that I have some freaky-deaky shit goin on. I'd also like to inform you that I can probably only control DEMENTORS seeing as how I am part DEAD!" James exclaimed. Albus looked put out.

"Yeah, that's right, part dead. And you didn't even bother telling me that I was hit with the killing curse!!" James said. "So you know what? I'm goin to L.A. with Dante. Try to make sure that the ministry does fuck up anymore like they did with Sirius over there." He said, nodding at Sirius's sleeping form. "It's a goddamned MIRACLE that he isn't crazy from that shit hole."

With that, james walked out of there. He smiled broadly. He had just yelled at his professor, and had just nicked his wallet. James pulled out the small leather pouch he had stolen. It was FILLED with Galleons. He laughed haughtily. The old bastard would never miss this, he was rich as hell. With that, James whistled down the hall and left the building.

Once James had exchanged half of the galleons for muggle money, which turned out to be around 2,000 dollars, he caught a plane to LA.

Angel Investigations. That's where he was headed on his little shitty bus. Angel, formerly Angelus, was a vampire with a soul. He and James had met quite a few times in their struggle against Jajia, and they were pretty close. Angel started the whole investigations thing to help people ::Cough to fulfill a prophesy and become human COUGH::

The bus pulled to a stop on some random street and James got out of it. He walked halfway down the street and come to a stop at a large building that bore the name ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS.

He strolled up the steps, feeling the wards probe him, then let him in. He pushed open the door and grinned. Everyone was either sprawled on the couches our going from book to book, researching some kind of demon, no doubt.

The ones strolled on the couch looked whipped, having minor cuts and bruises on various parts of their body, some supporting their legs by pillows. These people included Dante, Angel, Gunn, and Tristen.

Fred and Cordelia, the two woman of the group, along with Weasley were searching threw texts with vigor.

"Hey you bastards. Miss me?" James asked cheekily.