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Last Chapter "Albus let me." One of the people behind Dumbledore turned around. He stepped into the light. The trio looked up at him. Hermione gasped, Ron paled and Harry collapsed to the floor in a dead faint. For in front of them stood the tall figure of James Potter
Ron ducked to the floor and pulled his friend to his feet. Harry opened his eyes, he looked very sick. Ron looked at Harry's face and said calmly to his friend, "Breathe mate. Deep breaths and you'll be all right."
Hermione gave him a Look as if to say 'does he look alright.' Ron's idea seemed to be working though because Harry was breathing slowly and deeply and the colour was returning to his face.
Harry looked up at his friend and said, "Thanks." All three looked at James Potter. They knew it was him because everyone had always said Harry looked so much like him and this figure could have been a grownup Harry, except for the eyes, he had his mums eyes.
"Now you three, who are you?" Ron and Hermione glanced at Harry, who shook his head. Nobody answered. Not yet anyway. Harry was surprised though. Surely somebody would have noticed the fact that he was almost the spitting image of James Potter. Harry looked up. Somebody was talking to him.
"You seem to be in charge. Who are you?" Harry stared at James. He couldn't think of him as his father because he wasn't. His dad was dead.
"You're not going to answer are you?" They shook their heads. James sighed.
"Fine then. Sirius, Remus, take them and lock them in one of the carriages until we decide what to do with them."
"Yes sir," said Remus.
"Anything else sir?" Sirius grinned at James as he gave him a salute. James rolled his eyes.
Remus opened the door and Sirius ushered the trio out. Sirius walked in front and Remus behind. They walked in silence back down the carriage and past the occupied seats. All of the occupants still had mistrust written all over their faces.
Sirius walked through and into the next carriage. He stopped in front of a compartment about halfway down the carriage and opened the door. He turned to face the three friends and said, "Get in. Until we decide what to do with you." Harry walked straight in. He knew they couldn't do anything else. Hermione and Ron scurried in after him. Sirius slammed the door shut and muttered a locking charm
"Remus, stay here. I'll come and relieve you in two hours." Remus nodded as Sirius turned around and walked back the way they'd come. Remus turned to look into the compartment. "Be quiet and don't do anything." He turned and leant against the door of the carriage.
"Harry what are we gonna do?" asked Hermione quietly. She sounded very scared. Harry shrugged. He had no idea what had happened although he knew the book had something to do with it. The book. Harry looked at his friends.
"The book," he said. "We need to get that book."
"And just how are we supposed to do that? We don't have our wands and it's up the other end of the train," asked Hermione.
"Besides, don't you remember? We didn't understand it so what good will it do?" added Ron. The three friends sat down on the seats.
"Who put it on the train then? Volde–" Ron flinched. "–mort.
"You don't think You-know-who put the book on the train knowing we'd look at it. I mean firstly, who would have done it for him? Harry, you said you were the first one at the platform this morning," said Hermione.
"I know, but I can't think of anyone else."
"Harry, you've fought him so many times and always won. Especially in more dangerous situations: the Stone, the Chamber. I mean, what makes this time more different," said Hermione optimistically.
"Well lessee. Those times he was acting through another but he's back now for real and with me gone, no one can stop him," muttered Harry. Ron looked at his friend.
"You do have this hero complex thing don't you? Leave it to the Order to sort out You-know-who. There's not much we can do."
Harry looked at his feet. "You're wrong. You don't understand. I have to." Hermione opened her mouth to say something. Harry looked up at his friends. "I need to tell you something." Hermione closed her mouth. "I should have told you last year. Promise me you won't freak out." Ron and Hermione nodded. What was it Harry needed to tell them?
"Last year at the end of term, the Headmaster told me something, the reason Voldemort tried to kill me and still is. A Prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.... And the Dark Lord will mark him as an equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.... And either must die at the hand or the other for neither can live while the other survives....The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." Harry stopped. His friends stared at him in shock. Neither could think of anything to say to him.
"What does it mean," asked Ron after a long silence.
"It means it's me or Voldemort." Ron flinched. "Oh come off it. He's back so you might as well get used to it. I have to kill him or he has to kill me. It's quite simple."
"H–Harry, how do you know it's you? I mean how can Dumbledore be sure?" stammered Hermione.
"Well it's either me or Neville and Voldemort chose me." The compartment door slammed open. Harry looked up and Ron and Hermione followed his gaze. Remus was standing in the doorway staring in shock at the three captives. He pointed his wand at them.
"Come with me now." Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up, surprised. They followed Remus back to the office they had met Dumbledore and James Potter. Remus knocked on the door.
"Come in." Remus pushed the three teens inside. James stood up, glaring at Remus.
"I told you to keep them in the carriage."
"I know but you have to hear this."
"Hear what exactly?"
"I don't think they're Death Eaters James." Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Remus in relief. At least someone knew they weren't Death Eaters.
"And what makes you say that?"
"I was listening to their conversation...."
"Damn," muttered Harry.
"....and the things they were saying." Remus paused. "Well for one thing, those two," he pointed at Ron and Hermione, "still call Voldemort, You-know- who." James stared at Remus.
"Where are you going with this Remus?" Remus opened his mouth to answer when James cut him off. "You realise this could just be a ploy to gain our trust." Remus shook his head.
"It's not. Look, they were talking about Albus." On hearing his name, Dumbledore straightened and looked at Remus curiously. Remus continued, "as if they knew him, and they knew about the Order," Remus stopped.
"What!" James looked at the teens standing by the door.
"The red-head said, 'Leave it to the Order to sort out You-know-who.'"
"Just who are you and what the hell are you doing on this train?" asked James very loudly. He could see the three friends weren't going to answer and was getting very annoyed by their silence.
"Well," said Remus slowly, "the dark-haired one is called Harry."
"Damn it," muttered Harry again.
"Bugger," whispered Ron, "Sorry."
"–and he seems to be the leader." James looked at Harry intently. He looked like he was trying to figure something out.
"Are you three honestly not Death Eaters?" He was answered by a vigorous shaking of heads.
"James, they are obviously lying." A figure they had not noticed stepped out from behind James. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. Hermione gasped and Ron looked quickly at his friend. Standing in front of them was a very alive Lily Potter.
Harry didn't know why he was surprised. James was here, alive, so why not Lily.
"It takes Dark Arts to get into a warded area. Don't believe them." She turned to look at Remus. "I'm surprised at you. Believing them." Remus shrugged.
"Their conversation told me differently." Remus walked to James and turned around. He said very calmly, "If you won't tell us what you are doing here will you at least tell us your names so we don't have to point when we are talking to you?" Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. Harry gestured his two friends closer. They put their heads closer together.
"Look," he whispered, "We might as well, seeing as it doesn't look like we're going home any time soon."
"Are you sure?" asked Ron quietly. Harry nodded.
"They probably won't believe us anyway." The three looked up.
"Fine," said Harry, "My name's Harry Potter."
"Ron Weasley."
"Hermione Granger."
"All I wanted was your names. You don't have to lie." Remus sounded a bit put–out.
"What! You asked us, we told you," exclaimed Hermione.
"James, give them Veriteserum (sp?)," said Lily quietly.
"What!"
"You can't!"
"We can and will. Remus, take the red-head and the girl back down the train. I want to talk to this one," he pointed at Harry, "first."
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Last Chapter "Albus let me." One of the people behind Dumbledore turned around. He stepped into the light. The trio looked up at him. Hermione gasped, Ron paled and Harry collapsed to the floor in a dead faint. For in front of them stood the tall figure of James Potter
Ron ducked to the floor and pulled his friend to his feet. Harry opened his eyes, he looked very sick. Ron looked at Harry's face and said calmly to his friend, "Breathe mate. Deep breaths and you'll be all right."
Hermione gave him a Look as if to say 'does he look alright.' Ron's idea seemed to be working though because Harry was breathing slowly and deeply and the colour was returning to his face.
Harry looked up at his friend and said, "Thanks." All three looked at James Potter. They knew it was him because everyone had always said Harry looked so much like him and this figure could have been a grownup Harry, except for the eyes, he had his mums eyes.
"Now you three, who are you?" Ron and Hermione glanced at Harry, who shook his head. Nobody answered. Not yet anyway. Harry was surprised though. Surely somebody would have noticed the fact that he was almost the spitting image of James Potter. Harry looked up. Somebody was talking to him.
"You seem to be in charge. Who are you?" Harry stared at James. He couldn't think of him as his father because he wasn't. His dad was dead.
"You're not going to answer are you?" They shook their heads. James sighed.
"Fine then. Sirius, Remus, take them and lock them in one of the carriages until we decide what to do with them."
"Yes sir," said Remus.
"Anything else sir?" Sirius grinned at James as he gave him a salute. James rolled his eyes.
Remus opened the door and Sirius ushered the trio out. Sirius walked in front and Remus behind. They walked in silence back down the carriage and past the occupied seats. All of the occupants still had mistrust written all over their faces.
Sirius walked through and into the next carriage. He stopped in front of a compartment about halfway down the carriage and opened the door. He turned to face the three friends and said, "Get in. Until we decide what to do with you." Harry walked straight in. He knew they couldn't do anything else. Hermione and Ron scurried in after him. Sirius slammed the door shut and muttered a locking charm
"Remus, stay here. I'll come and relieve you in two hours." Remus nodded as Sirius turned around and walked back the way they'd come. Remus turned to look into the compartment. "Be quiet and don't do anything." He turned and leant against the door of the carriage.
"Harry what are we gonna do?" asked Hermione quietly. She sounded very scared. Harry shrugged. He had no idea what had happened although he knew the book had something to do with it. The book. Harry looked at his friends.
"The book," he said. "We need to get that book."
"And just how are we supposed to do that? We don't have our wands and it's up the other end of the train," asked Hermione.
"Besides, don't you remember? We didn't understand it so what good will it do?" added Ron. The three friends sat down on the seats.
"Who put it on the train then? Volde–" Ron flinched. "–mort.
"You don't think You-know-who put the book on the train knowing we'd look at it. I mean firstly, who would have done it for him? Harry, you said you were the first one at the platform this morning," said Hermione.
"I know, but I can't think of anyone else."
"Harry, you've fought him so many times and always won. Especially in more dangerous situations: the Stone, the Chamber. I mean, what makes this time more different," said Hermione optimistically.
"Well lessee. Those times he was acting through another but he's back now for real and with me gone, no one can stop him," muttered Harry. Ron looked at his friend.
"You do have this hero complex thing don't you? Leave it to the Order to sort out You-know-who. There's not much we can do."
Harry looked at his feet. "You're wrong. You don't understand. I have to." Hermione opened her mouth to say something. Harry looked up at his friends. "I need to tell you something." Hermione closed her mouth. "I should have told you last year. Promise me you won't freak out." Ron and Hermione nodded. What was it Harry needed to tell them?
"Last year at the end of term, the Headmaster told me something, the reason Voldemort tried to kill me and still is. A Prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.... And the Dark Lord will mark him as an equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.... And either must die at the hand or the other for neither can live while the other survives....The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." Harry stopped. His friends stared at him in shock. Neither could think of anything to say to him.
"What does it mean," asked Ron after a long silence.
"It means it's me or Voldemort." Ron flinched. "Oh come off it. He's back so you might as well get used to it. I have to kill him or he has to kill me. It's quite simple."
"H–Harry, how do you know it's you? I mean how can Dumbledore be sure?" stammered Hermione.
"Well it's either me or Neville and Voldemort chose me." The compartment door slammed open. Harry looked up and Ron and Hermione followed his gaze. Remus was standing in the doorway staring in shock at the three captives. He pointed his wand at them.
"Come with me now." Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up, surprised. They followed Remus back to the office they had met Dumbledore and James Potter. Remus knocked on the door.
"Come in." Remus pushed the three teens inside. James stood up, glaring at Remus.
"I told you to keep them in the carriage."
"I know but you have to hear this."
"Hear what exactly?"
"I don't think they're Death Eaters James." Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Remus in relief. At least someone knew they weren't Death Eaters.
"And what makes you say that?"
"I was listening to their conversation...."
"Damn," muttered Harry.
"....and the things they were saying." Remus paused. "Well for one thing, those two," he pointed at Ron and Hermione, "still call Voldemort, You-know- who." James stared at Remus.
"Where are you going with this Remus?" Remus opened his mouth to answer when James cut him off. "You realise this could just be a ploy to gain our trust." Remus shook his head.
"It's not. Look, they were talking about Albus." On hearing his name, Dumbledore straightened and looked at Remus curiously. Remus continued, "as if they knew him, and they knew about the Order," Remus stopped.
"What!" James looked at the teens standing by the door.
"The red-head said, 'Leave it to the Order to sort out You-know-who.'"
"Just who are you and what the hell are you doing on this train?" asked James very loudly. He could see the three friends weren't going to answer and was getting very annoyed by their silence.
"Well," said Remus slowly, "the dark-haired one is called Harry."
"Damn it," muttered Harry again.
"Bugger," whispered Ron, "Sorry."
"–and he seems to be the leader." James looked at Harry intently. He looked like he was trying to figure something out.
"Are you three honestly not Death Eaters?" He was answered by a vigorous shaking of heads.
"James, they are obviously lying." A figure they had not noticed stepped out from behind James. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. Hermione gasped and Ron looked quickly at his friend. Standing in front of them was a very alive Lily Potter.
Harry didn't know why he was surprised. James was here, alive, so why not Lily.
"It takes Dark Arts to get into a warded area. Don't believe them." She turned to look at Remus. "I'm surprised at you. Believing them." Remus shrugged.
"Their conversation told me differently." Remus walked to James and turned around. He said very calmly, "If you won't tell us what you are doing here will you at least tell us your names so we don't have to point when we are talking to you?" Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. Harry gestured his two friends closer. They put their heads closer together.
"Look," he whispered, "We might as well, seeing as it doesn't look like we're going home any time soon."
"Are you sure?" asked Ron quietly. Harry nodded.
"They probably won't believe us anyway." The three looked up.
"Fine," said Harry, "My name's Harry Potter."
"Ron Weasley."
"Hermione Granger."
"All I wanted was your names. You don't have to lie." Remus sounded a bit put–out.
"What! You asked us, we told you," exclaimed Hermione.
"James, give them Veriteserum (sp?)," said Lily quietly.
"What!"
"You can't!"
"We can and will. Remus, take the red-head and the girl back down the train. I want to talk to this one," he pointed at Harry, "first."
Okay, there you go. Please Read and Review.
