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A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!"

"However," replied the universe, "the fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."

-Stephen Crane

1. James 'Prongs' Potter

"Potter!" James Potter winced as his name was bellowed out by Auror Moody. He had just finished an assignment with obliviating several muggles over a dragon spotting.

"Potter, follow me. It seems, past my better judgment, that Scrimgeour wants you to handle the new object the Unspeakables have designed." Moody, his face gnarled from cutting hexes, grimaced as if in pain. "Why that man would let you touch it is beyond me."

James, now more interested, fell into stride with Auror Moody, who was limping along rather harshly. Moody had lost his leg in a vicious battle against one of Voldemort's more vicious followers. He now has a wooden leg.

The two aurors walked into the elevator where several Ministry Employees were carefully avoiding the owl droppings. Moody began to get fidgety in the closed quarters, which was no surprise seeing as how paranoid he is. James leaned against the metal wall as Moody told the elevator director to take them down to the Department of Mysteries.

The elevator sped down, stopping at almost every floor. James greeted several of his acquaintances as they entered and exited the elevator. Moody snarled something awful under his breath, something about the 'mess' that the owls were leaving.

About twenty minutes latter, they had managed to arrive at the doors of the Department of Mysteries with an oddly minimal amount of bird on them or their shoes. Moody grunted as he pushed open the door, casting scourgify on himself. James followed suit as the door shut behind him.

Moody began counting the doors as they past them, each door a different color and style. The corridor was eerily quiet and still, giving the entire department a sense of forbade. Moody came to a halt at door number fifty-six on the left side.

"Here we are," Moody knocked on the door three times, "Come along, Potter. No time for dallying."

James, holding back a witted response, followed Moody into the room as the door opened. He surveyed the room, accessing potentiality from the contents. He was moderately surprised. The room was full of pale golden sand.

Narrowing his eyes, he stood next to Moody who had come to a halt in front of an Unspeakable. The woman in blue robes had bright, unreadable blue eyes, and black hair tied in a bun at the nape of her neck.

"Auror Moody and Auror Potter here to acquire object GS1587332." James became curious as to what this object was now. It obviously was important.

The woman narrowed her eyes and nodded sharply. "Remain here. Refrain from touching anything."

The woman made her way through a door and returned shortly after with something in her hand. She handed it to James with a look of scorn.

"Do not tamper with anything else you want to suffer a fate worse than death." She glared at James, who tried valiantly to hide his discomfort. "One band out of place will send you places that only few have the ability to control themselves in."

James examined the object with disdain. It was a small time-glass with the same pale golden sand that was in the room. It was surrounded by gold bands and was hooked onto a gold chain.

"Auror Potter, should anything happen to this, may it be on your head."

James nodded, quite sincere. "This here is a time-turner. I will not delve into facts that you need not. Go ahead and slip it over your head, it shaln't bite. You are to keep it hidden at all times on your person. No one other than select few who know already about this shall know. I mean NO one."

"Understand?"

James nodded, whereas Moody only snorted in reply. The woman pointed to the door, clearly dismissing them.

James led the way out but let Moody resume control of the reins. The old Auror led him out of the Department of Mysteries and back into one of the less used elevators that were clearly used for returning to the upper levels of the building.

James stepped out of the elevator, ready to clock out. "James, remember what the Unspeakable said."

James grinned boyishly. "Of course Moody, I would never not listen."

Moody was about to smack James atop the head but James ducked out just in time to avoid the hit. "See you Moody."

Moody growled as he pushed the buttons to move to another level. James made sure that the time turner was underneath his shirt before entering the clock room, to end his shift. He swiftly clocked out and joined his best mate on the exit.

"Hey Sirius, see you later?" Sirius punched him hard on the shoulder. "See you in two weeks; hope you can enjoy your Halloween now."

James smirked at Sirius before stepping onto the platform to apperate away.

James landed on the hard ground with a soft pop. He was currently standing in Godric's Hollow, where his home was. He stepped up to a gate and whispered, "The Potters live at Potter House, Godric's Hollow."

The gate opened, granting him entrance. The moon shone overhead as he walked the path to the front door. He opened the door to the sweet smells of food.

"Lily flower, Harry, I'm home." He walked into the kitchen to find Lily at the stove and Harry in a play-pen.

Lily turned and smiled at James before kissing him. "So what has the cook made for dinner?"

Lily turned back to her cooking as James picked up Harry. "Oh I am making a cake. I picked up a few pizzas because this is going to be my last chance to have muggle food for a predictable while."

Lily took out a two plates and piled some cheese pizza onto them. "Here you are James."

James devoured the pizza instantly. "How was work?" James groaned slightly. The dragon incident was still fresh in his mind, and his backside.

"Got flamed by a Welsh Green. I swear, those wild dragons shouldn't be allowed."

Lily kissed him and began rubbing his back softly. "Well James, Welsh Greens are fairly protective of their nests and young. You must have run afoul of them during hatching season."

"Urg, don't remind me. It's quite unfortunate that dragons are almost immune to magic. Then we could just place notice-me-not charms on them directed towards muggles."

Lily hummed softly as she took the cake out of the oven. She placed the cake on a tray and placed a cover over it. "It is not for today. Do not even think about it."

James scowled. Lily truly knew him to well. "Come dear, its time to get Harry here to bed."

James and Lily put Harry to bed, tucking him in softly. There was a knocking at the door and James started. He tapped down the stairs as Lily was tiding up the room.

What he saw was not pleasing. He was staring into the face of Lord Voldemort. "Lily, take Harry and run!"

James twirled, but he was too late. Voldemort cast a curse at him, hitting him squarely in his chest. James hacked painfully and held his hand to his chest. He fell back against the wall, unable to move. He heard Voldemort's deep vicious laugh and the room began to spin. He closed his eyes and the darkness consumed him.