A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets

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Harry Hears About Pettigrew's Betrayal

James had postponed the issue of the old Maurder's Map too long. He had hope to talk to the Weasley Twins after their first match of the season, but the Dementor attack postponed all hopes to get the map from the infamous twins.

Finally Sunday after the team visited Harry, James called the twins up to his office.

"Fred George, I'm just going to go straight to the point," James said. "I know you have something you stolen from Filch's office."

Fred and George looked at each other, as they weren't expecting this.

"What do you mean Professor?" Fred asked.

"Come on boys, I used to be a prankster like yourselves at your age, and I know you know every tunnel that goes through this school," James said.

"So? They're not that really hard to navigate," George said, "Even Harry can navigate them."

"True. Harry does know his way around," James agreed. "But there are few tunnels most students don't know how to get through without a secret password or trick to open them, and I asked around and found you two been seen around a lot of them. Which brings me to this item you stole."

James stood up. "You see boys, when I was Harry's age, my friends and I made this little map that shows us everywhere in the castle known to the staff, minus a few places that weren't known at the time like the Chamber of Secrets of course. And on our sixth year, it was confiscated when a friend I won't mention was caught causing trouble. Of course at the time we knew our way around the castle so we didn't really missed it. But now with a killer on the loose being able to break into the castle, it has came to my attention that we might need the map more now than ever. But when we searched Filch's office where most confiscated items ends up, we couldn't find it. At first it confused me as to who would steal such a parchment, especially since my friends and I charmed it specifically to not show it's contents to just anyone. They would have to be clever after all, which leads me to think it was the two of you."

James walked around behind the twins and put his hands on their shoulders. "Now boys, I know you two don't mean real harm and rather die to see my son and his friends—including your brother Ron—in any danger, and I doubt you want your mother finding out how you been getting away with pranks lately. So I'm going to make you two a deal. Turn in the map, and you two won't be questioned about the pranks you used the map to help you with until now. Nor would I tell your mother about the map. But if you don't turn it end, I can ask Professor Snape about brewing up a truth potion so we can find out what you two really been up to with the Map. I'm sure he would agree if by chance some of your pranks been set on his own Slytherin House."

The twins' eyes widened. Even they know enough about the Truth Potion that if they drink it, they can't help but speak nothing but the truth.

"We don't have it right now," Fred said.

"It's in our dormitory." George said. "We can get it for you."

"Good boys," James said. "Then we got ourselves a deal, prankster to prankster?"

The twins nodded and with dismissal, the twins run off to get the Map.

James chuckled to himself. "Nothing like threatening to use the truth potion to get a couple of pranksters to listen," James thought as he remembered all the times he and Sirius were threatened to be interrogated by truth potion for some prank they pulled.

…

Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let Harry leave the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend, which was fine with Harry as long as she didn't try to throw away the remnants of his Nimbus Two Thousand. Although he only had it for a year, Harry felt he lost a best friend when it was shattered.

The reserve team did visit as Ron said, as well as Luna with copies of the Quibber to keep Harry entertain, and Cedric. Cedric had tried to apologized a thousand times for not being able to grab Harry's broom, but Harry told him it was okay. Harry wanted to blame Cedric, but as everyone told him, it was either Harry or the broom. Besides there was no way anyone could of predicted the Nimbus 2000 would hit the Whomping Willow. Harry admitted he rather hear his broom was somewhere lost in the Forbidden Forest instead of shattered by the Whomping Willow.

Wood tried to cheer Harry up that the lost of his broom won't affect their chance at the cup since the school had 28 extra Nimbus 2000s to spare since James donated them before Harry's first year of Hogwarts. It didn't really cheer Harry up, but he appreciate Wood trying.

But it wasn't the broom that hurt Harry the most. It was the fact that even though Harry manage a Patronus shield, he was only able to guard against a few Dementors. Ron tried to cheer Harry up saying that maybe now that Harry can produced a decent shield against the Dementors, James will let Harry go to Hogsmeade, but Harry had already made his mind up by then that he was going to stick to his lessons until he can produce a real Patronus.

Surprisingly, James had other ideas when he came down to visit Harry Sunday.

"Hey, Kiddo, I got some good news," James said. "I know you been taking the news of your broom hard, and since you manage to produce a shield during the game, I'm going to let you go to Hogsmeade on the next trip."

Harry perked up at the sound of it. "What about the lessons?"

James shrugged. "It can be postponed for a day. It's not like Hogsmeade trips take a whole weekend." Then James expression changed to one that told Harry there was a but coming and it involved parenting concerns. "But you have to promise me you stay in public places and never go off on your own. You are to stay by Hermione Ron and Neville at all time. I also want you to cloak of invisibility with you incase Pettigrew shows up. I doubt he would, but if he does, I want you and your friends invisible." James added the 'and friends' part knowing Harry wouldn't go invisible for his own safety if his friends were still at risk.

"I will! Thank you, dad!" Harry hugged his father.

"No problem, buddy. After that scare, we figure you need a break," James said. "And as for your lessons, we will continue them. I don't want to see my son fell off his broom in a middle of a Quidditch Match because some dementors ganged up on him again."

Harry nodded only to remember about his broom. "Dad, I know you said you wanted to get me a broom I'm already use too when you got me the Nimbus 2000, but can you get me a different kind of broom? Maybe a Cleansweep or something? I don't want feel like I'm replacing Nimbus if I get another model of it."

James smiled hearing a bit of Lilly in Harry when he said that.t "Sure, buddy. I'll talk with your uncles and see what we can do."

…

It was a relief to Harry to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, even if he had to endure Draco Malfoy's taunting. Malfoy been teasing how Harry was too scared to fend off a hundred dementors and that's why his shield was so weak. Of course those who were aware of what a patronus spell was didn't listen to Malfoy, but unfortunately that was majority of the NEWT years students. During Potions class, Malfoy kept doing dementor imitations across the dungeon. Snape of course did nothing to stop it, but was all too glad to take fifty points from Gryffindor House when Ron flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy's face.

Remus had cheered the class up with his usual interesting lessons.

After class, Remus called Harry to wait for a moment.

"Harry, you're not in trouble," Remus said. "I just wanted to congratulate on your patronus shield out there. You'd be surprise at the number of adult wizards and witches who couldn't do that even in front of a single dementor much less a hundred."

"But it failed," Harry said.

Remus chuckled. "It didn't fail, Harry, you were just out numbered. To be able to fend off a hundred Dementors would take a full patronus. Don't forget, you are still new to the spell, and the fact you are still young means you still have a whole life in front of you to fill your mind with happy memories powerful enough to produce a full patronus."

Harry smiled hearing that. "Thank you, Uncle Moony."

"No problem, Harry," Remus said. "And by the way, besides the Dementor attack, I thought you were really good out there. Don't tell your father I said this, but if you play just as well in calm weather as you did in that storm, I think you could become a better Quidditch player than he was."

Harry grinned. "Then you better hope our next game is in good weather, because you'll get to see what I really can do."

Remus chuckled. "I can't wait."

"Uncle Moony, can I tell you something?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Remus said.

"When the dementors get near me, I think—I think I hear Voldemort and—and my mum," Harry said. "But as a memory—of the night she was murdered."

There was a moment of silence when Remus heard that. "Have you told your dad this?"

Harry shook his head. "I haven't got the chance."

Remus sighed. "Harry, your father and I don't know what really happened that night, but I can promise you that one thing is for sure: that Lily would of sacrificed anything to keep you safe, and the fact you're here with us is proof of it. I don't know what was said between Voldemort and your mother, but I doubt it mattered to her as long as you were safe. I want you to keep that in mind every time a dementor comes near you because I promise you, with how they can drain the happiness and joy out of a person, they can make you rethink any positives thoughts you might have had on that matter."

Harry nodded in understanding. Ever since discovering the female voice was his mother he had been rethinking about that night and why his mum sacrificed herself, and instead of the usual positive notes everyone told him on the matter, only the negative ones seem to come to his mind.

…

Time had passed since the quidditch game and Harry started feeling better about the Dementor situation. Ron and Neville practically cheered so loud the whole school might of heard them when they found out Harry was allowed to go on the next Hogsmeade trip, which was scheduled right on the very last weekend of the term.

Of course Harry told his friends about how he asked his about getting a different model broom than a nimbus, which spread to the Weasley Twins, which spread to the rest of the team including Wood, who decided to give Harry a prescription to Which Broomsticks as an early Christmas present. Of course Harry still used the donated Nimbus 2000s James donated to the school at the beginning of Harry's first year for practices since the only other option was an ancient Shooting Star broomstick that was very slow and jerky. Although it felt nice to ride a Nimbus 2000 again, Harry still didn't feel right riding one after what happened his broom.

Harry often skipped the Nimbus section of the magazine and search the other models. Every so often the Firebolt that was on there would catch Harry's attention, but Harry decided he would be just as happy with a Cleansweep or Comet model brooms.

Besides, as Harry's dad often tell him, it wasn't the broom that makes the quidditch player, but rather the skills. And as fast and cool as the firebolt is, Harry knew he could do well with any model racing broom as long as they don't jerk as much as the Shooting Arrow.

On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Harry packed his cloak of invisibility and joined his friends at the entrance to Hogwarts to explore Hogsmeade. Harry had no intentions to disobey his father, mostly because if he did, James probably won't let Harry go to Hogsmeade next year.

Meanwhile James was eyeing a map on old parchment that shoes feet with ribbons of names next to them walking around Hogwarts. Most might think James was spying, but he was actually making sure Pettigrew doesn't try to take advantage of Hogsmeade again. Every so often he check on Harry through the map to make sure his son was sticking to his word of staying with his friends and sticking to public places.

It wasn't that James didn't trust his son, its that he knows his son well enough to know that if something catches Harry's attention just enough, he might divert off course, which might be something Wormtail might take advantage of since it was something James use to do himself. Although it seem worse with Harry at times with his Ravenclaw curiosity and Slytherin Cunningness personalities.

James just flipped over to Myrtle's bathroom to make sure the moaning spirit was still on guard there before checking the third-floor corridor where they still keep Fluffy, mostly because they got nowhere else to keep the giant three headed dog and Hagrid refuse to get rid of it. Even with the sorcerer's stone destroyed, most students avoid Fluffy, but James knew it wouldn't take much for a rat to sneak pass it.

…

Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione were hanging out at Honeydukes buying as many treats as they can before setting out for some Christmas shopping. They even bought several boxes of Every Flavor Beans for a friendly competition later.

Every so often they pass a notice pasted on doors warning customers that Dementors were patrolling the streets at sundown.

If it wasn't for the blizzard outside, the trip would be more fun. With the snow, Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and string of enchanted candles hanging in trees. Hermione tried to give Harry a tour through Hogsmeade until he told her he been here before when he was visiting his dad.

"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks," Ron said through chattering teeth. "I could use a warm drink of butterbeer."

They entered a tiny inn that was extremely crowded and noisy, but warm and smoky at the same time. A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks at the bar. Harry recognize her from his previous visits as Madam Rosmerta, who was often nice to her customers. Harry actually liked her as she always offer him a nice warm or cool drink (depending on the weather) on the house for him if he was with his dad.

Ron and Neville went to get their drinks as Harry and Hermione found a few seats.

"Remind me later to find some socks for Dobby," Harry told Hermione.

"Socks?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah. Ever since I freed him using my sock, he seemed attach to them," Harry said. "I thought it might be a good Christmas present to him, especially since this is his first christmas as a free elf."

Hermione nodded. It wasn't like they were leaving Hogwarts. James and Harry were staying again this year and Ron, Hermione, and even Neville signed up to stay with him too.

"Grans said if mum and dad was in their right minds, they would want me at Hogwarts safe from Pettigrew," Neville explained to Harry, which ended up explaining what Neville and his grandmother do during the holidays.

When Ron and Neville joined them with butterbeer, a sudden breeze ruffled through Harry's hair. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened again. Harry looked to see it was Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick that entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with a young man with ragged hair Harry recognize as his uncle/godfather Sirius Black, and a portly man in a lime green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak—Cornelius Fudge.

Sirius seemed to notice the group and tapped on Fudges shoulder and pointed to Harry. Harry had no clue what they were saying, but Fudge shrugged it off as if more shock that Harry was allowed outside of Hogwarts until McGonagall clear things up with him.

They sat a few tables away from the group as Madam Roserta served them and later joined them. Although they tried to be discreet Harry was still able to hear them. Harry wondered if maybe he and his friends should move to a different table or just leave, but the place was so packed the teachers, minister and Harry's uncle took the last seat and Harry wasn't planning to go out in the blizzard just yet. Besides, if they were about to say something the Minister didn't want to risk Harry knowing, Harry would of thought that Fudge would of done something.

"So what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" said Madam Rosmerta.

"What else, m'dear, but Peter Pettigrew? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween?"

"I only heard rumors," admitted Madam Rosmerta.

McGonagall was about to say something to Hagrid when Sirius spoke up. "Now there professor. You of all people should know how hard it is to keep secrets in the castle. I'm sure she heard it from some of the students."

"Right, sorry," McGonagall said.

"I'm surprise James and Remus aren't here," Rosmerta said. "I would think they jump to the opportunity to be here if their old buddy was around."

"James and Remus decided to stay back in the castle so Harry can enjoy his time in Hogsmeade," Flitwick said. "After the Quidditch Fiasco they wanted to make sure Harry have some fun without worrying that his dad and uncle was spying on him to make sure he's safe."

"I wouldn't say that professor," Sirius said. "Knowing James, if he got our old map back, he's using it to at least check up on Harry to make sure he hasn't gotten into trouble."

"Yes, but there's a difference between spying and checking on someone," Flitwick explained.

"Do you think Pettigrew's still in the area, Minister?" Rosmerta brought the topic back on subject.

"I'm sure of it," said Fudge shortly. "That's why the Dementors are here. Unfortunately they're in fury against Dumbledore—he won't let them inside the castle grounds."

"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "We already had dozens of incidents of students being severely affected by the dementors on the Hogwarts express, and after the Quidditch fiasco—"

"Professor, I know what you're getting at," Sirius said. "When James told me what happened to Harry, I wanted nothing more than to get those Dementors as far away from Hogwarts as possible. Heck, I still get an ear full from Andromeda about trying to convince the Minister to do it—"

"But it's necessary," Fudge said. "They are here to protect you all from Pettigrew."

"It doesn't help that Pettigrew is an animagus," Sirius said.

When Harry heard that his jaw dropped. An animagus was a wizard or witch that can turn into an animal of their choosing. Normally, they have to register under the Ministry, but there were ways around the law.

"Maybe so, Sirius, but thankfully we have him registered when we first caught him," Fudge said.

"Then why can't we find him?" Sirius snapped.

"How the heck am I suppose to know? For all we know, Pettigrew know a way to hide from the charm use to keep track of registered animagus," Fudge said. "But we will find him. He has to slip up eventually, and when we do, we got him."

"You mean like how got away being You-Know-Who's lackey without anyone knowing?" Sirius grumbled to what seem to himself.

"Sirius, it wasn't your fault," McGonagall said.

"It might as well be," Sirius said. "I was the one who recommended Wormtail to be the secret-keeper. It seemed like the best choice. I was too close to James and Lily, making me an easy target to identify. Moony wasn't much a better choice, so we went with the last person we thought You-Know-Who would expect, and it turn out—"

Sirius stopped as he glance at Harry, who was pretending to drink some butterbeer, and didn't finish his sentence. But Harry already knew what his godfather was getting at. Pettigrew was trusted with the secret of his location and Pettigrew betrayed them.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said, not wanting to hear more of this. It was obvious why his godfather/uncle was concern about Harry being there. This was not a conversation Harry was meant to hear, and for a good reason. Harry just heard the basic full story of how his mother died.

"Hold on, Harry, if we leave now, they might get suspicious," Hermione said.

Harry reluctantly nodded as he settle back down.