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"So, oh Wise Leader, what is your decision?" Sirius drawled. James glared at him.

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm. If you think it's so easy, you make a decision." James retorted, fighting the urge to stick out his tongue like a five year old. Lily sighed irritably from nearby, reaching the end of her patient at witnessing their childish antics.

"Make a decision." Sirius sing-songed. James glared at him.

"Will you shut up?"

"Not until you make a choice."

"If it's so bloody easy, you do it!" James snapped. Sirius's face grew somber.

"I think we both know it's up to you and Lily. He's your son, James. If he lost me again, well, he'd be upset, but losing his parents twice...and then Remus did this for us. He did this so we could be with Harry."

"But he didn't know what he'd be losing." Lily pointed out.

"In any case, someone gets hurt." Sirius explain patiently, his gray eyes even on James's troubled face. "Either we have to leave Harry again, or we take away Remus's life."

"So which one can we risk?" James sighed, grinding his palms into his eyes. Sirius gave a bark-like laugh.

"That's just it. Our closest friend or your son?"

"It isn't fair." Lily intoned from nearby. Both men could tell she was close to tears, but she had her face turned away and her knees drawn up against her chest.

"Lils, I know this is hard," James started softly. Lily turned to him with a ferocious look on her face, and she stood up and began pacing.

"I want to be with my son, James! I only had a year with him! I missed seeing him learn to walk and talk for the most part, I only got to hear him call me his mother once! I didn't get to pick my son up and cuddle him when he fell and got hurt, or let him snuggle with me under a blanket if he got scared at night!" James thought about pointing out that his son would never be afraid of the night, but decided against it, seeing how distraught Lily was. Tears were falling like rivers down her face, but James couldn't bring himself to get up and hug her. Sirius hoisted himself to his feet and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"It's going to be all right, Lily." Sirius said soothingly. Lily started talking again, her voice muffled because she had her head buried in Sirius's shoulder.

"But I can't leave Remus like he is, and suck away his life until he dies just so I can be happy." Her voice dissolved into sobs. James felt rage and sorrow well up in his chest, and he clenched his fists to control the stampede of emotions. He had missed seeing his son grow up. He was proud, not doubt, of who Harry was. A champion Quidditch player, took after James's good looks, had used the Invisibility Cloak, was noble, had good friends, had survived living with the Dursley's for years. James fought the urge to bash his head against the trunk of a tree, as his overworked brain came to a final decision.

Malfoy's blonde hair glinted in the light of the torches that lit as the library grew darker. He turned pages with a bored expression, occasionally pausing to write something down. Harry was scribbling frantically, taking notes that he thought would come in handy.

"So Harry," Malfoy drawled, looking up from his book.

"What?" Harry snapped. He was having trouble regarding Malfoy as anything but an enemy, even though Malfoy had said that they were to be neutral throughout the project.

"Your parents are back from the dead. You must be excited." Draco said calmly, no evidence of suspicion or anger in his voice. In fact, his tone was void of any emotion.

"Course I am." Harry snarled.

"Is it weird?"

"What?" Harry asked, finally looking up.

"You haven't seen these people in, what, fourteen years? And suddenly, they're back. Wanting to pinch your cheek and hug you. Isn't it like trying to be comfortable with two strangers?"

"No. They're my parents." Harry explained coldly.

"Sure, sure." Draco said with a smirk. Harry held back a growl of frustration and returned to note taking. Malfoy shifted, leaning far back in his chair and crossing his legs on top of the table. "So, seeing as your parents are back and Lupin is gone, does that mean Sirius Black is back as well?" Draco asked maliciously. Harry was on his feet in seconds, wand out and aimed straight at Draco's heart.

"You want my silence about your father?" Harry snapped. Malfoy nodded evenly. "Then you'll shut up about Sirius and not say anything to anyone. If you do, I'll kill you, I swear!" Harry hissed.

"You've got my word." Malfoy returned slowly. Harry shoved his wand into the pocket of his robes and slammed his book shut. Suddenly, he took his wand back out, angrily, and with a wave of his wand, the book returned to its shelf. He rammed the wand back into his pocket and gathered up his notes.

"Tomorrow, we can work again." he commanded.

"Aren't you worried?" Malfoy drawled. Harry glared at him.

"Worried about what?"

"Voldemort." Malfoy answered, with a flicker of his cold eyes.

"Why should I be?"

"He's rising to power. Your family has always been a target. Now Voldemort has three new targets, that he thought he'd already disposed of." In a flash, Harry whipped out his wand and aimed it at Malfoy.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Malfoy was blasted backwards out of his chair, his head making a cracking sound against a book case.

"Thirty points from Gryffindor!" Madam Pince, the librarian, shouted at Harry, clearly scandalized by his action. Hastily, Harry shoved his wand back into his pocket and exited the library.

It's been WAY too long! Next chapter will tell what happens next...and reviews will help me write faster:) Hope you liked this chapter!