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Chapter 6

James winced softly, as Sirius felt his presence and said those words in a way that only he could hear.

Flashback

Having woken up while, his wife and best friend ate dinner with his long lost son. James couldn't help but grab his invisibility cloak and wear it once more. Even after his Lily made him swear never to do so again in the house. Those were the days, he smiled ruefully...

Stepping into the dining room, only Padfoot, from long sharing it with him could sense his presence. The subtle magic was reaching out for him as a long time friend.

The auror stiffening a little bit, Sirius says nothing as to not only protect James. But to protect the fragile spirit of the young man beside him, the one who had only just returned home. And judging by the glances towards the room where James was.

Wished to know his father... Sirius had been telling him stories, of his days as a marauder and Harry was eating each and every word up with joy. Even now, he was sharing one of his own, that he had heard from Julian. A man whom had relations with some whom you would never figure had played an important part of humanity. But that was something to quiz his godson about later...

So he remained quiet as James did something in his room. Smiling now as Harry begins to tell him of an incident involving him and Neville playing a prank on Savitar, Sirius chortles with amusement.

"Don't you even think of encouraging him Sirius Black!" Lily roared with a red flush to her cheeks. The dark haired man giving her this angelic look, Harry tried not to let out a chuckle as the black haired man responded. "Why Lily, whatever reason do you think I would encourage him. It's not my fault he is taking after me and his dad."

"Tell me another story will go Uncle Padfoot?" Harry asked curiously. The man was now grinning like a Cheshire cat. As Sirius goes into full story mode as Lily groans in exasperation. Harry listening intently, huge smiles broke out onto his face, that made James let out a cry of pain at his son's reaction. How he wished it was himself making his son smile and not his best friend.

Startled by the sound, Harry looked at where he was with curious and guarded eyes. Eyes that had long since been trained to it with practiced ease. Stepping back as Harry's arms almost reach out, the adult is relieved a little bit as the youth shakes his head.

"Must be hearing things..." Harry said wistfully. This time covering his mouth, James realizes that although Harry looks like him except for his eyes. He is much like his mother in mannerisms. His smile...his laughter as he lets it flow at one of Sirius's stories was like hers. Music to his ears...

Flashback ends...

It was at that moment that James knew he had to find someway to make Harry hate him as he treasured those moments. Moments where his son was happy, and he was alive to see it. He doesn't want Voldemort to ruin that happiness, that innocent smile filled with pain and dread.

"Harry already has his wand James."

Startled out of his thoughts, as he looks at the dark eyes of his long time friend, Sirius wraps his arm around James's shoulders and pulls him towards a study that was also an office. Pushing his friend in there, Sirius glares at James purposefully.

"Don't ruin this for Lily, James." Sirius stated quietly. "She needs her son, she needs Harry."

Looking tired and filled with pain, James collapses in his chair as he stares at his long time friend. "Don't you think I know that Sirius? But you know Harry shouldn't be here. Voldemort will find him and kill him in no time flat."

"Then protect him!"

"DAMNIT SIRIUS I DID!" James shouted out. "I did protect Harry! I sent him away! I sent him to be happy!"

"And he was James! Harry was happy for the first fourteen years of his life. Five of which into it Voldemort found him!" Sirius argued back. "Archeron told Lily something and for which she told me. And I am betting that wherever he took you in your little fight he told you the same thing..."

What the fates decide is set in stone. It is simply how we get there is what we choose.

"That is a bunch of bull Sirius and you know it!" James screamed. "We can escape things if we try hard enough!"

"What if you were wrong?" The auror said quietly. "What if you were wrong and Archeron was right? Archeron himself was in a similar position to Harry when he was younger! Harry shared that much with us. It made Archeron's life hell when he tried to escape it. Fate can't be stopped once it is set in motion James. The prophecy Trelawney had done, was spoken for a reason James. What if that was the moment wheels were set in motion? What if by saying those damned words, that it sealed Harry or Neville's fate?"

Hearing Sirius's words, James can't help but clamp his hands over his ears in an effort to keep those words from entering his thoughts. Still they came and that caused the older of the Potter males to glare murderously at his best friend.

"I was not wrong. Harry MUST LEAVE!"

"James listen to me damnit! Voldemort was intent on finding either of them. We had almost five years of peace before news was detected of Voldemort's supposed death! Think about it! Why would we have peace that long, if Voldemort wasn't actively looking for any news of Harry or Neville?"

Paling at those words, James could feel faint tears of rage, regret...and fear flowing down his cheeks. "Damn you..."

Sirius looking down sadly collapsed in the chair opposite James with a wry and sad smile. "Prongs, I damn myself to. But Archeron was right, I believe. Sometimes you can't escape it. But maybe by embracing it, he can stand a chance and fight. But to do so he needs your help James. You are his father... Be one!"

Sighing in anguish, James looks up at Sirius with eyes that were dead. Once holding a zest for life, Sirius missed the those eyes with all his heart. "So Padfoot...he already has his wand?"

"Yeah, while you were still asleep he told me that their teacher had taken him and Neville to get them. Savitar apparently wanted to add something to the cores, so that some of the things that he had taught them power wise won't react as badly to our weaker magic according to him."

"Weaker magic?" James replied slowly. His eyes taking on a small spark much to Sirius's delight. Prongs appeared to actually be insulted at the thought of his magic being weak.

Delightfully telling him what Harry had relayed about his childhood on Savitar's island. James listened and savored every moment. Because despite his own desire to keep Harry with him and Lily and love his son as he desperately wants to.

Harry must leave to keep him from Voldemort...

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Diagon alley, the next day

Wishing for the umpteenth time that James had not already left for work apparently, Lily looked at her son who seemed disappointed at something for some odd reason. She gives a small smile as a motherly instinct tells her what is wrong. "Maybe he won't be too busy and we can visit him at his work?"

Giving her a look of happiness, Lily explains to him about the usage of floo in the Wizarding world. Listening carefully, to his mother's explanation Harry smiles as he understands her words.

Taking a small amount as she stated, he gathered his cloak around him and threw it into the fire and yelled. "The Leaky Cauldron!"

Walking into the fire, Harry tumbles out into a room that looks at him momentarily with a guarded expression. His green eyes blinking in wariness, the youth remembers to move out of the way at the last minute when his mother comes through a second later. Her green eyes twinkling at the silence in the room she looks to the man behind the bar with a smile.

"Tom, I'm going to Diagon alley with Harry to get his supplies. Is that all right with you?"

The old man's eyes widen in quiet realization. Being one of the few who James confided his sadness and pain to as the anguish of his son's supposed death hit him all those years ago. He looks at the youth with a studying expression. Having seen one of the only images of the Potter son, when he was a baby all it takes is looking into the green eyes that shine despite hidden in the shadow of the cloak.

Understanding hitting him now, as the desire to protect still roars within him, Tom nods his head as Lily guides Harry towards the back. Moment's later as Frank and Alice did the same with Thomas and another boy... Lily could not help but be happy for Neville, as he answered each and every question Neville asked him with joy. The pure love he has for his children and Alice radiating from the two of them.

Wishing James was here, the red head was startled as a hand takes hers. Seeing Harry with nervous green eyes that mirror her own. She can not help but reassure.

"I'm all right, just wishing your father was here."

Tom, as they left for Diagon alley for the first time in ages gave every patron that day in his establishment free room and board for that day.
It wasn't everyday hope returns to you...

Elsewhere...

Having entered Diagon Alley once more, Harry couldn't help but look once more at his surroundings in awe. The people rushing back and forth as the bricks close behind him from store to store, Lily smiled warmly as she linked her arm within his and gently started pulling him to various stores. Knowing that he already has his wand, she heads towards Madame Malkin's to get some robes.

An account with the seamstress being held, considering the scrapes her husband gets into, the older woman was surprised as this time, they had brought someone else for her to measure.

Hidden in a cloak, Lily had approached her about a private session of measuring. Puzzled to say the least, Malkin had gotten one of her employees to come up and take over the front as she escorted Lily and the cloaked one to the back.

When the hood was revealed and all, it did not take her more then two seconds to realize who the youth was. Happily understanding and not saying anything, the older woman measured the teenager for his robes. Three sets of school robes, as well as a set of black dress robes for something that she knew because of her tie to Hogwarts the youth would need later.

Grinning warmly at the youth, Lily notices as he relaxes visibly around the storekeeper, suddenly his eyes growing bright with excitement, he looks at Madame Malkin, who nods her head in amusement. Grabbing his cloak and looking to Lily with a curious gaze, Lily can't resist the plea in his green eyes.

A couple of minutes later, Neville is pulled back into the room with the other Longbottoms following. Neville being subjected to the measurements, Lily and Alice both watched as Harry makes friends with the younger of the Longbottom boys. Talking with one another, as the boys did with each other and Frank, what stopped everything was the sudden screams filling the air from outside...

Her assistant rushing to the back with several customers, Frank nods his head and disappears as Lily, and Alice help calm down the customers alongside Madame Malkin. It takes a moment for both of them to realize that Harry and Neville as well as their cloaks have both disappeared.

Both women panicking at the thought of losing their boys so soon, they rush outside only to find surprise waiting for not just themselves. But for the aurors who are shocked at what both Harry and Neville have done.

Their wands out, and pointed at several dementors set loose by Death Eaters. Not only were they holding them back with the Expecto Patronum spell, it was what they were and what they were doing that startled everyone around them.

Despite the silvery appearance of the corporeal fighters, both resembled the Charonte demon girl who was their sister in spirit. The fact, that they were wielding magic like an ordinary wizard and destroying the dementors not driving them away is what stunned everyone.

The two silvery specters were grinning and giggling like children, the red eyes sparking with life as they flew towards the dementors with glee, Lily and Alice as well as Frank watched as the boys concentrated and did not break a sweat.

Watching as the dementors fled from the silvery specters who one by one snatched them up and devoured them, the attack took only a few moments, before they vanished. The two demonic looking Patronuses gazing at one another disappointedly, they both waved happily at Neville and Harry before fading away.

Looking at one another and grinning somewhat as they realize who their patronus is, they turn to find everything else in order. Sheathing their wands, the cloaked figures run back inside Madame Malkin's shop before anything else can happen.

"Mom..."

"Cover us..."

The two boys grinned with silly expressions. Confused and nodding their heads, Lily and Alice stall as the boys concentrate, their once green cloaks changing, shifting into dark red. They become a little taller and their wands move to the opposite side of their bodies.
Once done, Harry placed a hand on Lily, looking radically different. Her eyes unrecognizing for a moment, it is the greenness of their depths that make her smile with ease. Placing a hand on Alice, she pulled the woman away as several aurors come rushing in looking for their saviors.

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Someone else was watching the events that happened in Diagon Alley and began to shake with fear. It was not fear of these two heroes coming after him. It was fear of being the messenger to his master, once he found out his efforts were in vain.

Peter Pettigrew all but collapsed to the ground in terror as he shifted into his rat form. With this many aurors here it would be wise for him to leave and hide again, but as he shifted he watched as a red headed woman walked by beside a youth in a red cloak. Her smile animated and full of a life that she has not had in many years, Peter finds himself transfixed by something he has dearly missed these last few years.

Ever since, Harry...

Shaking his head he turns around, and dives into a grate. It was best not to think about that time. James and the others thought that the graveyard incident was the first time he had betrayed them. How further from the truth could they be...

The first time came nine years ago, when he told Lucius Malfoy, the orphanage that he had gotten out of Frank and James when he and the Marauders had decided to get drunk. The blame for Harry's death...

Rests solely on him...

Running down the sewer walls, Peter never realizes if he had stayed up there just a few moments longer. He would have seen one of the cloaked figures shift once more and become a carbon copy, except for his eyes... of one James Potter.

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At the same time, Savitar's Island

Remus was chuckling as he had a conversation with a dark haired woman, about myths and legends as Savitar had dropped him off before taking off to find this Fury fellow. Being the wizard that he was, the man was admittedly interested in learning about things from her perspective. Considering that for a majority of those myths, Katra was alive, she provided a unique perspective that he was most curious about.

Pausing in mid sentence as a wind blows through the room from behind him. Katra smiles, as she waves at the dark primal man beside Savitar. Remus feeling the wolfish power flowing from him, his own wolf refuses to back down, but at the same time remains nervous as the dark haired man approaches.

Allowing the stranger to sniff him, and to feel him, he is shocked almost as he speaks.
"So...you are this foreign kind of werewolf Savitar told me about." The dark man stated with a growl. "Your wolf is an alpha...and a smart one to." The man grins.

"What do you mean?"


"It knows which Alpha is stronger..." His dark eyes state as they momentarily turn yellow. "It knows I can kill you without batting an eye."

About ready to protest, Remus realizes that what the man is saying is true. That animalistic side of him that sleeps beside his soul, although strong is shaking with fear. Still it remains steadfast and through Remus looks the dark haired man in the eye, awaiting his judgment.

Suddenly, the dark haired man laughs out load as he wraps a strong muscular arm around Remus's shoulders and looks to Savitar with a grin. "But then my mate would put me in a world of hurt as she would deny me what I want. Contrary to what many believe, she's in charge of the clan and not me. Come in about a month or so Savitar, and tell that brother of mine he better come visit. My wife is starting to get annoyed with him, as she misses her friend Bride.

Grinning Savitar nods his head, as Fury grabs the bag of stuff beside Remus with ease. "Hold on to me tight, cub." He stated in amusement at Remus's indignant snort. As the two vanish, Savitar can't help but laugh alongside Katra.
"That poor man is going to have to endure Fang's warped sense of humor you know that don't you?" A giggling Katra stated brokenly as she tried to calm herself down.

"True, but the thing is Katra, I know this Werewolf's past quite well. Let me tell you what I know about this small group of boys that called themselves the Marauders..."