"You alright there mate?" Ron Weasley said braking into his best friend's thoughts. Harry looked up from his plate of food that he had been staring at for the past five minutes while not eating any of the food it held.
"What? Oh yea, I'm fine just… Just thinking," Harry replied. He had been doing that a lot lately. Just thinking. The topics of thought seemed to be the same ones too. If they weren't of the horrible Umbridge women, who was driving him completely mad, it was thoughts about his godfather, if not them, then it was his ever mounting school work load. And when all those topics where done giving him a very large head ache, that was when thoughts about his weird dreams came to the surface.
Most of the time it was dreams about dark troche lit corridors and locked doors. They were the most common. Hell they were practically the only ones he had. But last night, he had a different dream, which was currently taking control of Harry's thought. He had dreamt about the night of the third task. Or at least that's was how it started. Now Harry had dreamt about that night many, many times over the summer. Having dreams about it was nothing new. But, he never really dreamt about the part of the night that started his dream. Last night, he dreamed about how his mother had come out of Voldemort's wand. The reverse spell effect as Dumbledore had called it.
In his dream, Cedric Diggory and all the others came out, just like they had, and then his mother. His mother told him how to get back to Hogwarts and said that everything would be alright, just as she had when it happened in real life. But in his dream, he wasn't looking at his mother while she was talking to him; he was looking at Voldemort's wand. Waiting. Waiting for one more person to come out.
"He's not coming out Harry." Dream Lily had said to him softly seeing Harry looking towards Voldemort's wand hopefully, expectantly.
"What? Why not? You came! I need to see him. Where is he?" Harry said back. He fought even harder to hold onto his wand, he had to hold on till he saw him.
"In time Harry, in time. I promise." She said looking at him with something close to sorrow in her eyes. "Now go! Break the connection now and run!" And Harry did. But then, instead of running from the death eaters, he was sitting in a room. It was a very comfortable room, very cozy. He was sitting there and he felt so warm, so happy. And all he was doing was talking to someone. His father. They weren't talking about anything important, just talking. It was exactly like his thought when fighting dementors, well, maybe not exactly. His "happy thought" had been talking with both of his parents. Yet, he was just talking with James in the dream.
He had this dream just the night before, Halloween, and he could think of nothing else since he woke up. The fact that his father had not come out of Voldemort's wand had never really processed in his mind. Sure he knew that he didn't come out, but Harry never really thought about it. He just assumed that if Lily had waited for James to come out to tell Harry how to get back, that he would have missed his chance. But now, for some reason that just didn't seem to fit. He couldn't put his finger on why, but it just… He had never told Dumbledore or Sirius that the shadow, or echo, or whatever the hell they were, James never emerged. It just never seemed important. Yet now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was.
"Harry, come on we're gonna be late if we don't get going." This time it was Hermione that broke through Harry's thoughts. "Are you sure that your okay Harry? You didn't eat any of your lunch. Maybe you should,"
"Don't tell him what to do Hermione, maybe he wasn't hungry eh?" Ron said cutting Hermione off and rising to Harry's defense before Harry himself could open his mouth.
"I'm only concerned for Harry, Ron," she said back to Ron.
Shaking his head and smiling slightly at Ron and Hermione's bickering, Harry rose from his seat, and started out of the Great Hall. He blocked out their bickering, as anyone who spent time around them would learn how to do, and let his thoughts travel back to his dream.
"Who's there?" The voice from outside the mausoleum called again. Unsure of what to do James remanded silent hoping that this person would leave. But then a thought stuck him.
"Just a family member," James said walking closer to the entrance, sliding his wand up his sleeve. The mausoleum was in a muggle cemetery after all. Once he had reached the entrance, he had to blink several times. The light was so bright that it made his eyes water. Stepping back James eyes began to feel better, readjusting to the dark. With his sight returned to him, he took a look at the mad that stood in the entrance. It was an old man. A muggle no doubt. He was wearing old and patched overalls with a blue collared shirt under it, with a set of about ten, just as old keys, clipped on to the overalls. He was looking at James with apparent shock on his face. Clearly, even though he was calling out, he had not expected anyone to respond.
"How in the world did you get in here son?" The man asked James. "This mausoleum is kept locked at all times. And it was locked till I just opened it." He said.
"Oh, well you see I was let in last night and I guess the man who let me in thought I had left and locked the door while I was still inside." James said with ease. After all the times he had lied to teachers, lies just seemed to roll off his tongue now.
"You must have come pretty late to have Ben on sift. His sift starts at ten. Visiting hours are between ten and eight you know." The old man said his face showing annoyance at this Ben guy.
"He did not want to let me in, but I told him that I need to see my wife and son. And, well I guess he took pity on him because he let me in." James said. He didn't want this Ben guy to get into trouble because of his lie. It seemed however that he had said the wrong thing.
"What do you mean your wife and son? This mausoleum hasn't been opened for fourteen years which would have made you, what about six, hardly old enough to be married. What the hell are you playing at?" the man said to James.
"W-what?" James croaked out. How could the last time the mausoleum have been opened be fourteen years ago? They had to open it to put Lily and Harry inside. Then the reason he had called back out at the man came back to his mind. Ignoring the mans questions James said, "Have any tombs been taken out recently for repairs or anything lately?" thinking that maybe they took Harry's tomb out for a repair or something.
"I told you, this hasn't been opened for fourteen years. Now tell me what the hell you're doing in here." The old man said stepping into the mausoleum to look around. Then he spotted the pieces of stone that had been blown off when James blasted his way out of his tomb. "What the hell have you done?" the old man yelled at James. Then he turned to look at James again "If you think that your gonna get out a here after robbing one of these tombs you are sorely mistaken."
But James wasn't listening to a word the man said. The mausoleum hadn't been open in fourteen years. The cemetery's workers had surly been the ones to put Lily's tomb in here because it was in its place and it had an inscription on it. That means that her tomb, along with his he had just realized, had been here for fourteen years. And if Harry's wasn't here then that must mean that he… Or that his body was never…
The old man was slowly making his way toward the entrance staring at James. James couldn't let him go. Not until he knew what the hell was going on. Pulling his wand out from him sleeve in one quick movement, and then with an equally quick wave of his wand, the old man flew into the wall. Advancing on the old man James lifted him off his feet with a flick of his wand so that the old man was now on his feet in front of the wall. Grabbing the collar of his shirt James growled,
"Tell me everything you know about the people that were last put into this mausoleum!"
The old man, clearly in pain from being thrown into a wall whimpered. "I don't know anything. I had just started working here. Please don't hurt me. Please." But James was beyond reason. He couldn't here the old mans pleas nor could he see that the old man was in pain.
"Tell me what you know!" James growled again putting his wand to the man's throat.
"Drop your wand and step away from the man!" A new voice said firmly. Turning James saw that a wizard, an Auror going by the kind of robes he was wearing. When James did not move the wizard repeated, "Drop the wand and step away from the man!"
James did so. He still had his eyes trained on the wizard. He was so close to finding some information out that he was not going to let some fucking new-be mess it up for him. With a slight jerk of his head to the left, the wizard was sent into another wall, hitting it was considerable force. Before the wizard could get on his feet properly again, James had picked up his wand and stunned him. Turning back to the old man who had sunk to the floor, James picked him up by the collar again and said in a cold, hard voice
"Where can I get information about the people buried in here?" he asked.
"I-in the, the main building. P-please, d-d-don't kill me!" the man pleaded. But James just dropped him, took his keys and left the mausoleum, head toward the main building. In his haste to leave, he did not see a blinking light coming from the tip of the, still stunned, Auror's wand.
A.N-How was that one? That wasn't a bad chiffy was it? If it was I'm sorry. This story acts as if there was no OoTp. I know that I should accept Sirius' fate, but I can't, so I wont. And as for if Voldemort has any plans for James...well you'll just have to wait and see.....You guys have no idea how big my smile is when Dr. Evil tells me I have mail and I see "Review alert". Sooooo please, please hit that review button and make me a happy girl. ;)