Whoo-kay. If James is harry, how did he end up in america, then britain?
A short explanation: Well, yah see, as previously sort of explained, My whole AU relies on two things: Harry/James was knocked upconcious by the killing curse, and hagrid couldnt find him. The aurors must have Obliviated all the muggles in the area, and left and that stuff. So, the muggles find this baby a day or so later, and send him to a hospital, where he isnt identified or anything (How the Order members missed all the news paper articles detailing the mystery child is probobly fate.). He was in there for around a year, in a coma (Hey, can one year old be in a coma? Oh well!) and was thus transfered to a better hospital somewhere in California. Three years later, he woke up and was released. He wandered around a while, and came into the care of Dante, demon hunter extraordinare. Somewhere around the age of thirteen, he was discovered by Durmstrang, and they hauled him off to wherever Durmstrang is, in the hope that they could make him a dark wizard and all that whatnot. Heh. Two years later, after all the dilinquent behavior and such, tension mounts at durmstrang and one final battle between Kakaroff and James leads to his expulsion and being sent to Hogwarts. Hah. Story takes off from there. Just wanted to clear that up.
ANOTHER NOTE: THERE ARE A LOT OF SEEMINGLY DEAD END PLOT LINES, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO TUNE IN AND SEE WHERE THEY LEAD!
On with the story!
Well, now, thought James, this wasnt expected at all.
There had been a public lynching of fudge, much to poor James's surprise. He had stormed into the courtroom just as Mr. Winkleberg, an old farmer against which Dante had apparently commited many a crime, and shoved the letter in front of the Wizarding Gammots1 faces.
Dante leaned over to comment dryly, "Half the time I was in that court, which was a full 3 and a half hours, I was trying to start a commotion amongst the press and wizarding world with accusations, yelling, and fist shaking. You did what I couldn't in 54 seconds with a letter." He adopted a proud tone to say, "You really ARE my apprentice."
James was just too shocked to come up with a witty retort. After the Wizarding Gammot had read the letter, and confirmed that Fudge was a death eater by means of the Dark Mark tattoo on his forearm, they had dragged him out onto the front lawn of the court house and Aveda Kevadvra'd him right there infront of half of Wizard Britain's press.
"Thats justice for you." Dante continued in a firm voice, rubbing his hands together over the fire that had consumed his file of charges and all thier copies. "Due process and trials are all good and nice 'til you find out the guy you voted for just bit you in the ass."
"Hey, how come you didnt fight 'em, instead of 'going quietly'?" James asked, referring to the way Dumbledore had described the capture. It wasnt the kind of heroic fight to the death, never be taken alive thing James and Dante had tossed back and forth throughout the years.
"Well, that whole 'to the death' thing was a lot more relevent when you didnt have anything to live for." Dante said, stalling, and a little embarresed. At james's encouragement, he continued. "Well, damn, kid. We both know if i went on the run, you'd come with me and... well, your... doing well in school. Hell, you were there a year and already teaching the class. You had straight A's. You had friends, a school, a life. And I would be robbing you of those things if i went on the run. And i'd also be running forever. They'd never stop looking for me. Hell, i dont want to end up like that Native American, Geranimo. He ran from the fuzz for 15 years! And ended up giving up anyway, with a whole lot of his men dead. I didn't want that for me, for us."
There was a long, comfortable silence that stretched for a while. Dante cleared his throat.
"Damn. Wow. Fudge, dead. Wow." Dante rambled, giving James a sideways glance.
"I didn't want that." James quietly inserted as he threw a small stick into the fire, making it flare for a moment before settling.
"I know yah didnt." Dante said, and then pulled James into a rough embrace. James sighed into his shoulder. He had been trying so hard scince he had woken up in the hospital to run from the things that happened during his... stay in Voldemorts lair. It was starting to catch up with him. He wanted nothing more than to flip out somewhere private, but here he was, on the lawn of the court house, twenty yards from where they had x-ed Fudge. Dante gave him a squeeze, then released him. James then realised that he was shaking quite a bit. He glanced up at dante in surprise.
"Hey. I think I'm going into shock." James said, his voice steady, just making a simple statement. Dante glanced sideways at the shaking young man, and draped an arm around his shoulder, helping him up.
"Yeah. Let's.. let's just go back to hogwarts." Dante said, trying to keep his voice calm as he lead the younger man inside the courthouse, to the floo. "Hogwarts, the head masters office."
James was sent to bed in the hospital wing, despite his shaky protests. Dante regrettfully left, in search of any more evidence of his activities, on the insistance of Dumbledore. Dante felt that in the swarm of Fudge-coverage would surely leave his capture and trial, or lack thereof, unnoticed. Dumbledore had replied, in a rather childish tone, that it was better safe than sorry.
Kate had left the day she found out James was safe. She had visited him once in the hospital wing, bid him goodbye, and headed to northern asia to take care of a 'problem.' She had scathingly told Dumbledore off before she left, citing that he couldnt even keep his own students safe on the RIDE to the school. Dumbledore had pouted for the next two days, and then James woke up.
James was sound asleep... with the help of a dreamless sleep potion. Dumbledore was very famous for being the most slytherin-like gryffindor. He had...''helped,'' James go to sleep peacefully that night. Hehehehe.
People were shouting frantically. Two people, in fact. A man, and a woman. Someone was shouting "Lily."
Hmm.
Everything was soo foggy.
James briefly wondered how he had ended up here. He was going to bed in their cabin in Mexico... with those jumping beans. Yeah. He couldnt even see threw this fog, no matter how hard he tried to swat at it.
Dumbledore observed James hand twitching several times with puzzlement. James must be dreaming. But.. that was impossible. No one could have a dream under the inffluence of dreamless sleep potion. Nope. Simply impossible.
Thats wierd. His hand was long, spider-like, in fact. White. Very white. Wow. James looked hard at the fog surrounding him. It seemed like he was moving threw it. Hmm. A small light in the distance. It seemed to come from some kind of candle, maybe. As he moved toward it, there came into view more lights. And more. And more.
It looked.. well, it reminded him vaguely of the first time he saw hogwarts castle, with all those lights in the towers and around and..
Oh.
Dumbledore turned the page lazily, sitting in the hospital with James while Promfry went to consult Snape if he had brewed the potion wrong.
If any of you wondered how that conversation went, here it goes:
"Proffesor Snape, Dumbledore and I have both seen Mr. Evans twitching, turning in his sleep. Are you sure you brewed the potion correctly?"
"Promfry, how long have i worked at this school?"
"Fifteen, maybe sixteen years. Right scince you got out of school."
"Uh-huh. And how many potions have i brewed incorrectly?"
"Uhmm..."
"Well?"
"None."
"Leave."
Anyway, Dumbledore was very engaged in an article about a new muggle sweet that devoured the small intestine when James sat up, gasping and shaking. He looked at Dumbledore, eyes wide, and threw the Forbidden Forest."
A/N: Was the spelling/capitilization better for you, Echo? I dont know. Hmm. Do you think the chapter was too short? Anyway, i could update earlier if you think the chapter was too short. If not, (sorry for the cliffie) see you next friday! Please review, i enjoy the feedback. THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO PREVIOSLY REVIEWED! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU! J/K.