Hey readers! Sorry for not updating much much sooner, but I have been terribly busy with A-levels (the worst kind of busy) I know that this is a short chappie but i'm not very well at the moment and the only reason why this was updated tonight was because I couldn't sleep!

So yeah, there might be a few mistakes in there, sorry!

Please enjoy (oh yeah- Warning: Mild swearing)

Edited: 4/2/12 because I couldn't live with my mistakes XD

I'm coming for you

Chapter three

It was a little after dark when two men appeared in the small and peaceful village of Hogsmead. Lights filtered out from small windows of houses that lined the streets and the faint sound of drunken singing rode the crisp summer's eve.

"Ow-bloody- OUCH! Remus?-!" A man with shaggy black hair that covered most of his face yelped when the two figures fell to the ground with a thump.

"...Sorry-" his companion groaned, muttering as he pulled himself to his feet, dragging the other man with him. "Wasn't thinking straight." He said when they had both righted themselves and brushed off their clothes.

The other man grunted in response and pushed past him, walking very quickly towards a silhouetted castle that loomed out against the landscape.

"Sirius!"

"What?-!"

"You know you can't go bursting in there! People will recognise you!"

Sirius Black turned around and let his shoulders slump. He looked at Remus and waited for him to continue. When he didn't, Sirius huffed and shook his head a little.

"My Godson may be in danger from some deranged pillock that is impersonating- imper- you know- and you expect me to think rationally?-!"

Remus looked at him and sighed,

"No, not really-"

"Exactly- wait- HEY!" Sirius spluttered, his eyes blazing with annoyance. Remus allowed himself a small smirk before he slipped back into the void of seriousness.

"Come on then- the shrieking shack-" he said while turning around and walking in the other direction. Sirius stared after him for a second before jogging to catch up with him, grumbling to himself and sending small glares at the other man's retreating back.

They walked together silently, making their way quickly to the darker part of town, completely at ease. When they reached the spot, Sirius jogged up to the front door and turned around to beckon Remus with an impatient wave.

Remus climbed onto the porch and winced when the wood beneath his feet groaned loudly.

"Haven't missed this place." He muttered as he followed Sirius into the dusty old house that was as ugly on the inside as it was on the outside. Remus was about to climb the rickety old stairs when he realised that his friend wasn't following him. Turning around and going back into the main room, he found Sirius knelt down on the floor, inspecting something.

Walking over, Remus felt his breath hitch.

There on the floor, were old and barely distinguishable prints in the thick dust that coated the floor.

Faint, but indefinitely - prints from a stag.

"Sirius..." Remus croaked, surprised at the sound of his voice.

Sighing, Sirius stood and cleared his throat. Hesitantly, Remus put a heavy hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly.

"We had some good times here, didn't we?" Sirius whispered, looking behind him at Remus.

Remus nodded and patted his shoulder, his nod was returned and the two friends left the room together while thinking of memories that seemed to have occurred three lifetimes ago.

Upon reaching the stairs, Remus glanced upwards- remembering the events that had transpired a over a year ago. He caught Sirius smiling and he returned it,

"Harry gave old Snivellus something to remember, I was so proud I of could burst!" He grinned and Remus laughed at his antics. Both men refrained from remembering the scared looks they had received from the very same boy that night.

"Come on then, we need to let Dumbledore know." Remus said quietly as he lifted the rug before the stair case and pulled at the trap door hidden beneath. Sirius nodded and lowered himself down into the dark roots of the Whomping Willow. Remus soon followed, images of the house plaguing him as he plunged into darkness.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter was wondering the neighbourhood of Privet Drive, his hands deep in his pockets and a strange looking branch sticking out the top of his trousers. It was a hot evening and after dinner Harry had been more than pleased to leave the house under orders from his Aunty. It was getting dark and the streets were empty. Harry looked up when a street light flickered above his head and flinched when he felt a rain drop hit his face.

Sighing, he carried on through the streets, heading towards an old and rusty playground, hoping not to bump into Dudley's gang of oafs.

When he reached the park he pushed past the noisy gate and made his way over to the unbroken swing. Looking around, Harry got out his wand and sat down heavily, swinging back and forth pathetically. Harry unconsciously gripped his wand as he stared off into the distance, completely lost in thought.

Voldemort was back.

And he was getting stronger, it was obvious. Harry was now plagued by his scar frequently enough that it almost seemed to become a part of him. Scratching it now, Harry frowned.

Voldemort had been quiet, a little more so than Harry liked. Of course he himself had potentially ruined his plans by surviving that night in the graveyard, but he hadn't expected him to drift backwards into the dark smoke of ignorance.

There were still signs of him though,

An unexplained muggle murder here and there or a strange "natural" event where obscure colours lit the skies, forming strangely shaped clouds.

Closing his eyes briefly, images of that night returned. Cedric; his wand out and eyes wide, Wormtail holding the horrific creature in his arms, the terrible pain that was laced with some strange and unrelated satisfaction, and the dead.

Cedric- Harry gripped his wand tighter- he couldn't think of him- he wouldn't.

Nightmares had visited Harry most nights, where Harry had to relive the second when he had opened his eyes to find- Cedric... slumped on the ground-dead.

"NO!" Harry yelped, opening his eyes and shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts that brought the crushing guilt every night after he had awoken- yelling.

"What ya doin'?"

Tilting back on the swing, Harry jumped and fell over backwards.

Groaning, and rubbing his elbow, Harry untangled his legs from the swing and sat up, shooting a glare at Dudley, who was watching him with smug amusement.

"Hey Big D" Harry muttered, standing up and sitting back on the swing, around the other side. Dudley crossed over his beefy arms and Harry noticed that his cousin was more muscle than blubber than he had been the previous year. "Where's your gang? Bored of beating up little kids now that they've moved ahead in kindergarden?" Harry asked sweetly, noticing how Dudley frowned and shifted from one foot to the other.

But he didn't retort.

Instead he moved over to the swing set and sat down, leaning back against the frame that kept the swings from trailing along the ground.

"Piers went home- forgot he 'ad to babysit his little sister, apparently his rents weren't too happy about it."

Harry saw him pulling at the dead grass from the corner of his eye and wondered why his cousin had changed so much around him. The silence stretched on until Dudley spoke again

"Why you out here?"

Harry looked at him and shrugged,

"I could ask you the same thing." He replied, looking away and up at the streetlight near the park, which flickered again.

"I dunno, I guess I just- er- don't want to be- you know- at home."

Harry looked back at him with a raised brow and his eyes wide in surprise.

"Err- Dudley, why-"

"-Don't ask." He cut him off sharply. Harry nodded and looked away.

"It's too bloody hot." Harry observed, trying to lessen the tension between them. Dudley grunted and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead.

The wind suddenly picked up, but it didn't overcome Dudley's voice when he asked,

"Who's Cedric?"

Harry froze, feeling cold all of a sudden. He shivered and rolled his shoulders, trying to make the feeling go away.

It only got worse.

What's going on? He thought, unaware that Dudley was waiting for his reply.

"Oi Harry-"

"Dud- shut up a sec." Harry hissed over him, watching carefully as the streetlight that had been flickering slowly developed a film of ice.

The echoes of screaming started at the back of his mind and Harry jumped to his feet, feeling the panic set in.

Dementors? Here... Surely not? Right?

"We need to leave-"

"-What?"

"-NOW!" Harry yelled in a strained voice, trying to remain calm so that his cousin wouldn't freak. He slipped his wand out and looked around; searching for the black cloaks that gave the monsters away.

"How come it's got so cold?" Dudley asked in a confused tone, looking around as if he was trying to find someone to blame. When he looked back at Harry he frowned.

"What is going on?-!"

The evening seemed to get darker and all of a sudden- the lights went out.

"-Harry..."

He looked around, squinting and trying to make out something. When his eyes adjusted he saw a dark cloak flutter near the gate to the park. That was all the evidence he needed.

"Dudley- run!"

His cousin span around and tried to see what he was staring at

"What you lookin' at?" He asked, his voice shaking a little.

"Dudley-" Harry pointed his wand at his cousin, who paled at the sight of it. "-We've got to run."

Dudley backed away slowly, his eyes on Harry's wand.

"Okay- running!" He yelled quickly before turning and sprinting towards the short fence that enclosed the park. When he jumped over it, Harry blinked in surprise and ran after him, trying to escape the cold that seemed to follow.

The headmaster of Hogwarts had been peacefully reclining in his chair when chaos had arrived.

Objects on his desk started to move a little and the more attention he paid to it, the more clearly he could hear a noise emanating from behind his door.

Perplexed, Dumbledore swiftly stood and walked across his office in two large and graceful paces. Opening his door, he heard the voices become clearer.

"SIRIUS! That one bounced off and hit ME!"

Someone cursed and snarled another spell, which presumably rocketed off his statue and hit his visitors.

"Ah shit, that was my one good shirt!" Another man growled before he yelled, "DUMBLE-DORE-!- OPEN THIS- DOOR!"

Chuckling, the headmaster quickly descended the stairs and flicked his wand so that the object that was causing his visitors anger - jumped out of the way.

"I thought I may have recognised that calming tone of yours, Sirius." Dumbledore chuckled once more, scanning the faces of his previous students- which had gone white in shock before turning red in embarrassment.

"I-er- Evening Headmaster?" Remus said slowly, trying to recover.

"Yes yes, a very pleasant evening- though I must ask, why am I delighted to be in your company?"

Sirius flushed before stepping forward. There was an urgent look in his eyes and something else, though Dumbledore couldn't place it.

"It's the muggle newspapers- have you seen today's?"

Dumbledore frowned and opened his mouth to answer-

"Doesn't matter, what matters is that there is a threat to Harry because of it." Sirius said quickly before Dumbledore could reply.

Dumbledore nodded stiffly.

"I see, well we better make our way into my office, so that you can kindly elaborate." He gestured for the two men to follow before turning and climbing the stairs with much more speed than he had to climb down.

Meanwhile- again.

James Potter stared at the door where Peter had come in, before looking back at his wand. Narrowing his eyes, he lifted himself upright and poked at the wand carefully, jumping backwards encase it was a trick and his beloved wand had been cursed.

When nothing happened, James slowly picked up his wand and twisted it in his hands.

His conversation with Peter was still running through his head, painfully tugging at his heart and causing his anger to slowly rise once more. Sirius- god- he couldn't even go there.

James let out a huge sigh and dipped his head. He could be as mad as he wanted at Peter, but that would not bring back his family... His wife?

James wondered if what Peter had said was true. Surely if he had been the one to betray him and Lily, he would have wanted Harry dead.

Wincing at the thought and trying to keep his mind away from the grave site, he went through the possible reasons as to why he was still alive.

Maybe Harry was really dead and this was some sick way of Voldemort playing with his mind one last time before he demanded him to follow him. James felt sick at the idea of him kneeling in front of Voldemort- holding out his arm to take the mark that had destroyed his life.

Or maybe he was safe, maybe Peter had tried to repay him by giving him one last favour; a chance at freedom?

Whatever it was, James knew he had to do one thing.

See if Harry was alive.

So, standing quickly- causing him to stumble a little, James walked towards the door and found it unlocked. Opening it soundlessly, James slid into the corridor and closed the door behind him. Looking at the pictures on the wall, he was mildly interested in realising that he was in a muggle house. The pictures remained still and a couple with a cute young girl smiled out at him.

James felt something in his chest when he noticed the girl had flaming red hair- just like- like his Lily- his darling wife.

Coughing and allowing himself to sniff, James moved towards the stairs and crept down them, holding his breath. When he found nobody downstairs he sighed in light relief before opening the front door- which was also unlocked.

James couldn't understand it until he had walked further away from the house- until he could look back and take it all in. Gasping, James tried to restrain his fury when he saw that most of the house was blackened and there were a few holes in the roof, where the timber could be seen poking through.

Gripping his wand tightly, James wished himself away, with only one destination in mind- number four Privet Drive.

...

When James opened his eyes- he cursed.

"Damn it, I'm off target." He muttered, looking around the field and shaking his feet free from the muddy ground. It was raining now and strangely cold. Shivering- James made his way to the end of the field and down the gentle sloping hill, moving towards where he could see distinctly memorable houses.

James squinted in the dark and wondered why none of the street lights were on; he made out a park and started to wonder over to it.

Suddenly, out of the darkness, a boy collided with him, knocking them both to the ground. James landed on his back, winded and groaned - rolling over before tumbling down a small hill and into some sort of ditch.

The large boy that had fallen to the ground seemed panicky and quickly got up and ran off again, with no regard as to who he had run into. He moved out of sight and into the darkness once more.

Before he could recover, another boy –shorter and skinnier, came from the same direction as the other one. He was panting, chalk white and James could see his glasses flashing as he wildly looked around. Apart from that- James had no idea who he was.

He was about to ask if he was alright when the boy spoke.

"DUDLEY, KEEPING RUNNING!" He yelled at the top of his voice.

James fell back to the ground in shock, his heart started pumping and he felt a weird twist in his chest. Something about that voice made him freeze and stare at the figure in the darkness, which still hadn't seen him.

"Damn it!" the boy cursed, "Happy thoughts, come on- happy thoughts"

Frowning, James broke from his haze. What was he talking about?

And then he felt it.

"Dementors?" he whispered to himself as he struggled to his feet. When the cold started to get unbearable, James heard the screams of Lily and his baby within his mind. Shaking- James grasped his wand and jumped when the figure cursed darkly and ran off again, following the other boy once more.

Somewhere deep inside his chest, James felt a sense of relief.

He tried to conjure a happy thought as he raised his wand, but the night of Halloween kept arising in front of his eyes, which then switched to his babies cries and then Peter's face as he rolled up his sleeve.

Knowing he couldn't face them now, James turned on his heel and followed the other boys, hoping that if he ran into the muggles, he could protect them somehow.

Harry was breathing heavily, the world around him slightly spinning as screams filled his ears. He had run until he couldn't anymore. There he found Dudley, shivering in an underpass, trying to catch his breath.

"What's going on- you've got that- that thing out again?-!" Dudley stuttered at Harry, his face pale and eyes wide.

For once Harry ignored his annoyance with Dudley and tried to speak.

"There's- something following- us, I think..." He gasped, wincing when his cousin jumped in fright, coming closer to him.

"What?-!" he almost shrieked and Harry gripped his wand, feeling his own panic rise again.

"It's hard to explain- you- you won't see it- but you feel- you feel that cold?" He stuttered quickly and grimaced when Dudley nodded quickly.

"Well that's them- they make you feel as if you can never be happy again."

Dudley stared at him- aghast.

"Well- can't you do- do something? Use that bloody twig of yours and- and make it stop!" He pleaded with Harry, making sweeping movements with his arms when he gestured to Harry's wand.

"I'm trying!" Harry said desperately, "I just need to think of something happy- I need a happy memory!" he babbled, unaware of the incredulous look his cousin was giving him.

"What the bloody hell-" he managed before they both whipped their heads around, hearing the slapping of heavy footfalls.

Someone was running towards them.

Running...

Harry let out a sigh of relief- maybe somebody was coming to help them.

The figure was running at top speed and he didn't see Harry in time before he ran headlong into him, while yelling at the top of his voice,

"They're coming!"

Harry hit the ground-hard, and the other man rolled over the top of him and landed further away. Unfortunately, the collision had knocked his wand away from him and before he could find it, the cold enveloped him and screaming invaded his mind.

"No..." he moaned to himself, curling up into a ball and trying to avoid the screaming in his head.

"Take Harry and go-"

"No! Not Harry! Kill me- please! Not Harry"

Harry- lost in his misery, couldn't feel a scaly hand as it grasped him by the collar and lifted him from the ground before slamming him into the concrete wall of the underpass.

Somewhere, Dudley was yelling, but Harry could do nothing but gasp as another hand gripped around his throat and squeezed.

His vision began to fade and he didn't notice someone yelling

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A white light filled his vision and he was falling to the ground again. He barely glimpsed a white doe as it chased after the Dementors and left the three men alone once more.

Harry only had time to look towards where the light had come from and ask

"Who...-" before succumbing to the darkness.

There you go! Hope that was alright, please leave a response so that I know how i'm doing!

Also- Thank you very much for the reviews for the last chapter, they meant a lot!

JadedHowl~

(Oh yeah- quick note. The Doe is in there for some specific reasons later on in the plot- but i'm sure it's pretty obvious XD)

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