A/N: For disclaimers, see chap one.

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"That was pretty good," Drake reasoned putting his guitar back in his case. "Wouldn't you say Shadow?"

But Harry didn't answer. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts staring across the hall.

"What's up bro?" Jake asked moving to stand next to his brother.

"Something's up," he whispered, scanning the hall.

Nick put down the drum case and walked over to his brothers. "I know," he said just as quietly, "I feel it too. Something's up"

Drake was about to comment, when a flash of blue light jetted from across the room, without even thinking Harry conjured a shield to encase him and his brothers. The students panicked and hit the floor, the only ones that remained standing were the teachers and Adam and his friends. Adam's eyes sparked with hate as he raised his wand at his brother again, and before the teachers could react he threw another curse at Harry and his brothers.

With a wave of his hand, in front off all of the teachers and students Harry deflected the curse sending it full blast back towards his castors. And before anyone could even blink Adam, Ron, Seamus, and Dean were suspended in mid air upside down.

The teachers watched in amazement at what just happened, ignoring the Gryffindor boy's protest to get down. Finally, the headmaster, with a wave of his wand let the boys down. "Severus, please escort Mr. Potter, Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Weasly, and Mr. Thomas to my office. The rest of you," he said addressing the student body, "may return to your common rooms." With that he walked up to the stage and asked the Conway brothers to join him up in his office as well.

As they were walking up, Professor Dumbledore walking in front of them, Drake couldn't help but to whisper to his brother. "Wat In het De hel was U denken?" (What in the hell were you thinking.) Drake hissed in Dutch. "Doend nam kleiner magie af De magie zoals dat voor iedereen." (Doing wand less magic like that in front of everybody.)

Harry shrugged angrily, not believing that he had done something so stupid. Speaking quietly so that the teachers wouldn't overhear, he answered. "Non so che io non pensava appena. Dovremmo prendere un messaggio al Babbo; può aiutarci fuori di questa marmellata," (I don't know I just wasn't thinking. We should get a message to Dad; he can help us out of this jam.) He answered in Italian.

The boys nodded and continued silently to Dumbledore's office, dreading what awaited them there.

They took seats right in front of the headmaster's desk, and said nothing while Adam and Ron whined about how they were only defending themselves against the Conway brothers.

"Gentlemen please," Dumbledore said holding his hand up. "Severus," he said addressing the irate Potions Master, who was standing in the back of the room with his arms folded over his chest.

"It seems," he started slowly. That for some time now that Potter and his friends have been planning some sort revenge for quite some time now."

Adam and Ron looked at Snape gob smacked.

"And how did you come across this information Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"Some of my younger Slytherin's approached me about some rumors they heard going around that Potter and his friends were planning something for the ball. And I saw Potter throw the first curse at the Conway brothers."

"I see," he said and sighed heavily. "I am very ashamed of you boys," he said looking at Adam, Ron, Seamus and Dean, "attacking unarmed students."

Adam scoffed, "didn't seem too unarmed to me."

"That's beside the point. I am deducting twenty five points from each of you, and giving you each a detention with Professor Snape. You are dismissed."

As the boys walked out with their heads bent low, Dumbledore shifted his attention to the four Conway's.

"I know that your father is a very powerful wizard, and that he must have trained you well, but not many wizards can do wandless magic. Would you boys please tell me what else Simon Conway has been teaching you?"

The boys started straight ahead, with their mental shields up strong not saying a word.

"I see," Dumbledore said after a few minutes of silence. "Whatever Simon Conway may have told you, I am not a threat and you can trust me. I only have you best interest at heart," he said looking directly at Harry.

"Yeah," Harry said, "finding out that you've been grooming the wrong "boy who lived" will really-"

"That's enough Mr. Conway," Snape said knowing another snide comment was on its way.

Harry shut his mouth.

The door to Dumbledore's office burst open revealing a breathless McGonagall. "Headmaster, death eaters have been sighted in the villages. There have been six reported deaths and many building have been burned down."

Dumbledore stood up, his pale white hands clutching the edges of his desk. "Who are the causalities?"

McGonagall took a deep breath and shot Nick a sympathetic look. "Augusta Longbottom was found dead in her home. The Auror's say she was killed by the Cruciatus curse."

Nick kept his face blank, and didn't say anything. He brothers moved to stand next to them, but showed no outward sign of support.

"It was also rumored that…that Simon Conway was killed as well,"

The boys faced McGonagall together, their faces void from any emotion. Jake took a deep breath and spoke quietly to the deputy headmistress. "You shouldn't always believe what you here, Professor. Didn't you know that's the first rule about war?"

Three days had passed slowly since the reported death of Simon Conway. And while Dumbledore had left them alone, saying they needed time to grieve for their father, the boys did nothing of the sort. Though there was no evidence either way to prove that Simon Conway was dead, or alive they boys knew that their father was still alive; he just had to be. So, when the boys were summoned to the headmaster's office, one chilly February morning they had to assume that the news wasn't good.

When they took their seats they noticed a few other people in the room as well. Lilly Potter stood off to one side of the room ringing her hands together from nervousness; Madam Umbridge and Minister Fudge and another woman that the boys did not know sat in front of the headmaster desk, their faces void of emotion. The Headmaster, curiously enough looked angry and even a bit sad about something.

"Please sit down my boys," Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly tone.

The boys straitened at the tone he used and remained standing. Dumbledore, seemingly too tired to argue, did not press it.

"Minister Fudge was asked to meet with you at Madam Umbridge's request," Dumbledore started rubbing his temples. "There are concerns from the Ministry as well as from the public as what will happen to you boys when the term is over."

Fudge shifted uncomfortably in his seat and faced the four teens. "Yes," he said clearing his throat. "The news of your…er…father's death has quite a few people concerned for your welfare. The department of children and families had requested a visit to determine where you'll be staying this summer."

The prim and proper woman that sat next to Umbridge turned and gave the boys a fake smile. "Hello boys," she said in a sticky sweet tone. My name is Ms. Wakefield and I have come to asses your case. Now for you Harry, you parents are more then happy to take you in, but as for the rest of you," she said looking at Drake, Nick, and Jake, "I'm afraid you'll have to come with me to a group home until a proper foster family can be found."

"The hell we are," Jake said defensively. "You have no evidence that our father is dead, and there is no way in hell that you are splitting the four of us up."

"Now Mr. Conway," Dumbledore said addressing Jake. "There is no need to get defensive. We are only doing what is in your best interest. I am sure you will see you brothers often. But for now this seems like the best solution we can come up with."

"Our father," Drake said slowly, as if addressing a young child "is not dead."

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "As much as we would all like to believe that Draco, there is evidence to support-"

But whatever Dumbledore was about to say was stopped as the fireplace roared to life.

"That my death was extremely overrated" Simon Conway said stepping out of the fire place.

The boys sighed in relief but knew it was neither the time nor place to be showing any emotion.

Minister Fudge jumped from his seat, almost pushing Umbridge out of hers in the process to greet Simon. He stuttered through apologies and told Simon that he was only looking out for the best interests of the children.

"Is that so?" he asked mildly crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mr. Conway, you were reported dead how do you-" Dumbledore started only to be cut of by Simon's waving hand.

"You think a few rough death eaters trying to accost me in Diagon Alley would really be able to outsmart me?"

Harry and his brothers made no effort to hide their smiles.

With a wave of his hand Simon dismissed Dumbledore and turned to the Minister. "So Cornelius what is this I hear about you want to split up my boys? Had I not expressed to you that if I did die that my will was to be followed to the letter?"

Fudge turned red and shifted in his seat. "Well Simon as you know, your boys are very special and we were only trying to do what was best for each of them. We never intended-"

"To actually listen to me," Simon said cutting in. he folded his arms across his chest and looked down at the quivering minister.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore said cutting in, his eyes twinkling madly. "We should send the boys back to their common rooms."

The boys looked to their father, who nodded slightly. "I'll be by to see you all later," he said quietly walking them to the door.

The boys separated to go to their common rooms, with plans to meet later to talk to their father. As Harry was about to climb through the portrait, he head a voice calling him back.

He turned to face James Potter, although he was an emotional wreck inside from almost losing his father and possibly having to go live with the Potter's he kept his face blank.

"May I speak with you in my office for a moment please?" he asked folding his hands together.

Harry sighed and nodded. He knew this would have to happen sooner or later. And if his father taught him anything, it was never run from a fight.

Flashback…

"How you doing son?" Simon asked a twelve year old Harry.

Harry didn't answer, merely shook his head, drawing his knees up to his chest.

Simon ruffled his son's hair, not sure how to comfort his son who was hurting so bad after the loss of his mother.

"It wasn't your fault Shadow," Simon whispered. "There was nothing you could have done."

Harry shook his head violently; his voice was a mere whisper. "It was," he croaked, his eyes stained with tears. "I'm sorry dad," he sobbed. "It's my fault, if I hadn't-"

Simon grabbed his son and held him tightly to his chest, his eyes brimming with tears. "No!" he yelled. "No, no, no!" he said grabbing Harry's face and making Harry look at him. "This is not your fault!" he said and hugged him again. "This wasn't your fault. Your mum died Harry, but it was an accident. There was nothing you could have done to prevent it."

Harry tried to get away, but his father just held him tighter. "You can't run from this Harry, say it! Say it wasn't your fault!"

Harry shook his head and cried harder then he ever had before.

"Damn it Harry! Say it! Say wasn't your fault." Simon yelled gaining the attention of Drake, Nick and Jake. They tried to come in, but Simone shook his head and they stood silently in the door way.

"Say it!" Simon yelled again.

"It wasn't my fault," Harry whispered.

"Louder!" Simon commanded.

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Harry yelled making his brother flinch. Harry then collapsed weakly into his father's arms. "Okay," Simon whispered. "Okay. You're gonna be okay son. No matter what, you're gonna be okay. I know you miss her, we all do. But you can't run from a fight anymore then you can run from you feelings."

End of flashback…

Harry followed James to his office, and sighed again. Whatever happened, Harry decided, he wasn't going to run away from this. Because in the end his father was always right. There are some things you just can't run away from. Especially your past.

A/N: please review and keep sending in your song suggestions. What should happen between James and Harry?