It took awhile for James to get a hold of himself. It isn't everyday that you wake up thinking that you lost your baby boy only to find that you in fact never lost him, he lost you. Once James was able to speak, questions poured from his mouth at an alarming speed. Sirius had to smile, he hated the deaden look that James had about him before he found out Harry was alive. Now however, he was James again. His method questioning even reminded Sirius of what he did to Remus after the first Prefect meeting, which Remus attended in the company of one Lily Evens.

"Whoa, take it easy alright?" Sirius said with a smile to James when, finally, he stopped speaking for half a second to take a breath.

"Sorry mate. I just, I mean, he's really, my god he's fifteen now and, god I mean…" James went on before trailing off, staring at the wall of Sirius' mother's room. "Alright, alright, we'll do one question at a time." He said eyes snapping back to Sirius. "Okay, how old was he when he pulled his first prank on you. Or Moony, or anyone." James asked, eyes bright with happiness as he looked at Sirius.

The smile that Sirius wore fell from his face, the hunted look of his eyes showing once again (James noticed that when Sirius laughed or smiled it could barely be noticed). 'He thinks I raised Harry.' Sirius thought. 'Well he should. I was supposed to if anything happened.' How the hell was he going to tell James he hadn't? How was he going to say that Harry went to live with Petunia and that husband of hers? How was he going to tell James about his time in Azkaban? Seeing Sirius' hesitation James' own smile faded slightly.

"What?" James asked. Sirius looked at him. There was no way in hell his imprisonment would be kept a secret. Taking a deep breath Sirius thought 'Now or never'. But as he opened his mouth to make an attempt at talking, a voice from the stairs stopped him.

"Sirius? Where are you?" It was Remus. James smile came back full force. He had wanted to see Remus very badly since he found out he was still alive. Standing from his place on the floor, James offered his hand to help Sirius stand as Sirius called,

"In here Remus," in a slightly odd voice. He wasn't sure whether he should be thanking his lucky stars that Remus had delayed him telling James the rest of the "story" or angry that when he finally found the balls to do it, he was stopped. The door to the room opened and Remus Lupin stepped in.

"I'm sor-" Remus started but he stopped when he saw the man standing next to Sirius. And he stayed staring at the man unblinking as if he was scared the man would disappear if he did.

As Remus stared, James took the time to take in his friend. He had some gray hairs. James made a mental note that as soon as things got back to normal to tease him about it. Another thing taken in was the shabbiness of his robes. It seemed money was still a problem for Remus. Remus also looked older. Older then he should. He was only thirty something; he shouldn't have those old age lines.

"Hey Moony." James said finally. And also finally, Remus blinked. Then he smiled and said,

"Hey Prongs," softly. Then he crossed the room so he stood about a foot in front of where the two men stood. After a moments pause, Remus grabbed James into a tight hug (brotherly of course), which James returned. As Sirius watch his two best friends, he felt, oddly enough, a strong, no, very strong, hatred fill him. But it was in no way toward the men in front of him. It was toward Peter Pettigrew. It was because of that rat that Remus was hugging James like his life depended on it.

Remus lost all his friends in one swoop because of that rat. So in a way, his life did depend on that hug. It was the same as the hug Sirius got from Remus (after all the craziness of his escape calmed down) when they had met again. That hug meant that they were real, that Remus wasn't going crazy, and that he wasn't alone anymore. And Sirius hated Wormtail for make Remus alone in the first place.

"God, save for the eyes," Remus started to say when he pulled back from James, but he stopped and stole a look at Sirius who smiled and said,

"He knows about Harry." Knowing that, or hoping that, Remus would catch on that James was still out of the loop on the Azkaban topic.

"Oh well then, god save for the eyes you and Harry are doubles. I mean, I've known that from just seeing him but, seeing you again…" Remus said smiling. James' smile, if it was even possible grew wider.

"Yeah, I've heard that he grew up into a real handsome kid." Remus and Sirius both had to snort at James arrogance. "Sirius was just about to tell me about Harry's first prank. It's a good thing you showed up so I'll know if he's truthful about what Harry did to him." James said excitedly. Once again, Remus stole a look at Sirius, which did not go unmissed by James. "What? What's going on?" James asked, excitement gone as he looked between his friends.

"James," Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Lets go down to the kitchen, there's more that I didn't tell you that you have to know."

"Oy. Mate, McGonagall's doing it too."

Harry looked up from his parchment at Ron's words to find their professor staring at Harry with an odd look on her face. Sighing, Harry went back to his work.

"Her too now?" Harry asked dully as he continued his notes on what could go wrong when vanishing a snail. For the past few days, Harry and his friend couldn't fail to notice that the attitude some of the staff showed towards Harry had changed. Some of them had taken to staring at him with odd expressions on there face. Some of these expressions were hard to read and others, well others seemed to be looks of happiness. And some of the staff even seemed to be in a better mood all together when around him. But what was there to be happy about? It was really starting to bother him.

"Oh I'd say about three teachers that you have, and two others that don't teach you. So five." Hermione said from Harry's other side. McGonagall seemed to snap out of it as she yelled to the class,

"The bell will be ringing momentarily, anything that has not been completed today must be handed in as homework on Monday." Her assignment was followed by the sound of the bell dismissing them.

"I really want to know what there all on about. I mean, do they think that the students are lacking in their time spent staring at "Nutty Potter" and they feel they have to pick up the slack?" Harry said sarcastically as they packed up their bags to head outside of Care of Magical Creatures.

"Oh come off it Harry," Ron said as they left the room. "You know well and good that the student body "Staring at Nutty Potter" time will never start to lack in anyway possible." Oddly enough, all Harry could do was laugh with his best friends at the complete truth of Ron's statement. As the walked Hermione started discussing the lesson they just had in Transfiguration, Ron started complaining that Hermione couldn't give them a moment's peace before bring up something school related, and Harry let his mind wander.

The actions of the teachers really made him uneasy. It was as if they knew something that he didn't. And after this summer, Harry learned just how much he hated having things kept from him. He really didn't need this. Not with more thanhalf the school thinking he was nuts and attention loving, and the ever "lovely" overall presents of Umbridge. Witch of a women she was Harry thought, subconsciously rubbing the back of his right hand were the Bitch made the words "I will not tell lies" become scratched into his hand. The thoughts of her form of punishment lead him to remember the event that had taken place just the other night in her detention. It still made him uneasy that when he touched her he felt pain in his scar. Two out of the five Defense teachers that he's had, have tried to kill him. And in his book, that's two too many. His thoughts of the Bitch and his scar hurting him, made his mind wander again to a different topic.

How long would it take Sirius to answer his letter that he had sent? Beside wanting to know what his godfather thought about his scar hurting, he also wanted to see if Sirius knew what was going on with Hagrid's absents. Or perhaps it would be better to think if Sirius would tell them anything about Hagrid's absents. Harry was sure that it was something Order related; he just had no clue what it was.

"Right Harry?" Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Ron who was looking at him expectantly.

"What?" Harry asked as they grew closer the rest of the class standing outside Hagrid's cabin.

"Just say yeah," Ron mumbled under his breath, clearly mumbling so Hermione wouldn't hear. Smiling at Ron's actions Harry said,

"Yup."

"I heard you tell him to say that Ron! And it's not funny you two! I think it's a great idea having the scrub of Gryffindor tower after the first Quidditch match! Think of the mess the tower will be in!" Hermione said, raising her voice, as Harry and Ron's laughter got louder with every thing she said.

Laughing, and, in Hermione's case, scowling, the three of them stood waiting for class to start. But then, all of a sudden, Harry's scar burned with pain so bad that he yelled out with pain, clasped his hands over his forehead, and fell onto his knees.

'12 years. He sat in a cell in Azkaban for 12 years.' James thought, hands shaking so badly that he could hardly hold the butterbeer Sirius had gotten him before telling him, telling him…

"It wasn't that bad really. I was mostly bored." Sirius said, trying, and failing, to break the tension in the kitchen. James just looked up at Sirius. Sirius stared back. The hunted look now had a place, a reason. As one of the very few people who knew the darkest memories Sirius had, James knew just how much bullshit what Sirius had just said was. He knew what Sirius would have to hear in his head every time a Dementor would pass his cell.

"How the hell can I be sitting here talking to you? A crime like that, you should have been under, fuck, max security. Dementors outside the cell every fucking waking moment. How the hell are you not crazy?" James asked, amazed that he was able to speak this calmly about this, of all things. Sirius chuckled dryly.

"They were. But I learned that they don't affect animals. Or should I say an Animagus. When it got really bad, I would change into Padfoot. They couldn't see me; they could only tell that my feelings weren't as human anymore. But it was brushed aside as me being nuts so," Sirius said trialing off. James continued to stare. Then he did the complete unexpected, he lunged at Sirius and started to attack him. James punched ever bit of Sirius that he could reach. Sirius was so shocked by this that it took him a few seconds to even defend himself.

'God he really does hate me for not taking Harry in.' Sirius thought as he tried to get James off of him (In the attack Sirius' chair had fallen, taking Sirius and James down to the floor with it). It was his worst fear that James would blame him for Harry's horrible childhood. And James' action made it come true. Why else would he do this if he didn't blame Sirius? And they hadn't even gotten to what the Dursley had done to Harry.

"LOCOMOTOR JAMES!" Sirius heard Remus yell. James was lifted off of Sirius, who had a bloody noise. Remus crossed so that he stood between James and Sirius, then he set James back on the ground and helped Sirius off the floor. He looked between the two of them, James, shaking with anger and Sirius who, well Sirius seemed to be a mixture of emotions. Fear, guilt, anger, and sadness were most evident.

"YOU FUCKING BASTERED!" James yelled at Sirius.

"LOOK, IF I HAD KNOWN WHAT THE RAT WAS GOING TO DO YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE GONE? DO YOU THINK THAT I WOULD HAVE LET HARRY GO? NO! LETTING HIM GO THERE WAS NOT PART OF MY PLANS!" Sirius yelled back. Yes, it hurt him beyond belief that James felt like this. His heart was bleeding in his chest. But he acted that night the way he felt was best. He did what he did for James. He sat in that cell because he went to get revenge for James. James stared at him after Sirius had his say.

"You think that is what this is about?" James asked in a quite voice. "Yeah, I'm fucking pissed as hell that Harry went there. You can have no idea." He said through grit teeth."But no, that's not why you should get the shit beat out of you. You are so fucking stupid! I am nowhere close worth Azkaban! You, you could have died! Or worse been kissed! You stupid fuck!" James said, voice shaking slightly. "You could have gone to Dumbledore and he would have listened and,"

"YOU THINK I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE? God James, every fucking god damn day I thought about what I should have done. But I did what I did because that rat had to die for what he did to you. For what he did to Lily. For what he did to Harry." Sirius said. The fact that James didn't hate him for Harry living with the Dursley made Sirius' heart lighter. But he did not need James to say things to him that were bullshit and weren't true.

"It was my fault about what happened to you that night, I would sit through Azkaban again to keep it from ever happening. It was my fault." Sirius said speaking again. James yelled out in frustration, pushed Remus aside, punched Sirius in the jaw, and then grabbed him into a tight hug.

"Dumb ass." James said as he hugged Sirius with all his might.

"I would do it do it again," Sirius muttered said as he hugged James back.

"Yeah, and I would have to kick your ass again." James said back. " I know that there is nothing in this world that I can say to make you think it wasn't your fault. So how about, after I see my son of course, we go rat hunting and see if there's anything he can say that will make you see it wasn't your fault?" James said pulling back from Sirius and holding out his hand for Sirius to shake.

"Sounds like a plan." Sirius said, wiping some blood from his noise then grabbing James out stretched hand. Both knew that this wasn't over. Sirius would continue to feel guilt. James was right, there was nothing he could say to change how Sirius feels. And James would continue to feel guilty that Sirius went to Azkaban for his family. Though, he couldn't bring himself to say that, if he had been in Sirius place, he wouldn't have done the same.

Lucius Malfoy pulled his cloak tighter around him as he walked. The news that he carried with him made him uneasy. This was something that the Dark Lord would most defiantly want to hear, Malfoy was sure of this. What he was unsure of was how his master would take said news. It would not be the first time Malfoy had to bring his master unpleasant news. Or be the outlet for the anger brought onto the Dark Lord upon hearing the bad news. Yet, most of the time, Malfoy knew whether or not he would feel the wrath of the Dark Lord, which is what made him so uneasy about this news, for he had no idea how it would be taken. Malfoy stopped outside two stone black doors with serpents as handles and took a deep breath. But, before he could reach out and grasp the serpent door handle, the door opened on its own, and a voice from inside drifted out to him.

"Come Malfoy, I can not be informed of the Ministry's movements with you on the opposite side of the door of me. Enter." Said the cold voice from within. Malfoy, knowing better then to keep his master waiting quickly walked inside.

"My lord," He said, bowing and kissing the hem of Lord Voldemort's robes. He remained on his knees as he began his report. "Fudge took the gold just as you said he would. He will meet with them in the morning to discuss the changes." He paused, trying to find the best way to inform his master of what he had heard while leaving the Ministry.

"Get on with whatever you are trying to tell me Lucius. The Dark Lord does not like waiting. As I'm sure you know." Voldemort said in a soft, hiss-like voice.

"While I was taking my leave, I heard some Auror's talking. It seems that there was magic detected inside the Potter mausoleum, and Summers took the case. She was missing for a while, and when she came back she didn't have a suspect with her. Which raised some questions because she left hell bent on bring one back. I took it upon myself to go to the mausoleum and inspect it my Lord. And, well, James Potter's body is missing from his tomb." Malfoy said. Voldemort sat up straight in his chair, suddenly very alert. Seeing his reaction Malfoy said, "My Lord," but was cut off by his master's laughter.

"How could I have forgotten? Well, well this makes things very interesting. Undoubtedly Summers would have found him and brought him to Black." Voldemort sighed softly after this thought. "And what a shame. There could have been great fun had we had gotten him first. But know," once again he stopped. Staring thoughtfully at the dark stonewalls of the chamber; Voldemort stroked his chin with one of his long white fingers. "I wonder…you are a father are you not Lucius?"

"Yes my Lord." Malfoy answered startled by the question.

"Tell me Lucius, how much do you think it would crush your son to watch you be tortured, and then killed." Seeing the look of shock mixed with horror on Malfoy's face, Voldemort began to laugh again.

He original plan for James Potter had fallen through, but the plan that was forming inside his head as he laughed would be much, much better. After all, what's better then killing two Potters with one hex?

A.N- I'm so sorry for the wait for this chapter. I had a hard time getting the Harry part how I wanted it. Again, I'm sorry. But I have to say a huge thank you to everyone who review for me, giving me 116 reviews. That made me soooooo happy! And I would really, really love it if you guys gave me some feed back to this chapter, cause like I said, I had a hard time with it. Big, Big smiles if you guys hit that button. I really love to know who's reading this. Well till next time.