Sorry about the wait but I went back to school today. It was so fun; I loved seeing my friends again. It is bloody hot over here (we're in the middle of Summer btw).

It's Australia day tomorrow (26th of Janurary), but I don't know what we're doing. Probably just a BBQ with family friends.

Well it's now Feburary 16th. It was my brother's birthday on Valentines day and I made this totally awesome cake!

I was beginning to wonder if there were any boys on this site, I haven't come across any and I want to know if there actually were any at all here.

Another thing is that I was wondering if I was the only teenager on this site? How old are you all? I know that sounds a bit paedophiliac so I was just wondering if you could put an age group- under 18, early 20's, late-twenties, 30's or older. I'm under 18 in case you were wondering. Don't answer if you don't feel comfortable, really, I'm just curious.

Also very few people have been reviewing my story (compared to the people that have read it (it's like less than 2) its really quiet depressing and I really love reading all your comments. If you like it please take like 20 seconds to review I don't care if it's inarticulate, full of mistakes and only 1 sentence long, it means a lot to me that you can be bothered to do it. Please keep reading and start reviewing lol!

As to some people's comments about people not noticing the similarity between Harry and James this is my excuse. I did mention it in the 1st or 2nd chapter but I said that he was strangely familiar. I don't think Harry will look incredibly like his father due to the following: he is older, he is taller (in my story), he is more built from training, his hair is longer, he has his lightening scar and from years of fighting in battles he probably has many others that would change his face. The last thing is that he has seen lots of things and done lots of things that made him grow up quickly so he would definitely seem more mature. This topic is a major feature of this chapter so I hope it satisfies all of my disgruntled reviewers.

I have actually been converted to HarryGinny shipping. I know, I know, all of those people who reviewed were right. I will, however not be changing this story because it's too hard. But look for a HG story from me in the future.

Love

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Lessons on progressive magic continued and majority of the class progressed well. Lily's friends and the Marauders could all make their roses bloom and had moved on to more experienced stuff such as casting a shield charm around an object so that it would only admit certain people, while most of the class were still perfecting their roses.

A girl in Hufflepuff was still unable to make the rose open, so she ended up with a very small rose ball full to bursting point, literally, with rose petals. So that after about 10 seconds it would explode and shower the class with the red flower.

Compared to her the other students were doing quite well. Most people had it down, but for a few people concentrating on all the parts that had to grow was too much, so they would end up with a huge rose on a tiny stem, or a huge stem with a bud on the top.

By the end of October everyone in the class could do it perfectly and therefore all passed the class.

It was early in November when Harry stood up and announced to the class that they would be starting work on boggarts.

"Now first of all we will be conquering Hermione's boggart, because it's easiest. There is a boggart in that trunk over there and each couple of days a new person will face the boggart and we will learn to fight whatever they fear the most. Ready to go 'Mione?"

"Yep sure Harry," she stepped up to the trunk and waved her hand to open it.

Professor Dumbledore unfolded himself from the trunk. He looked angry.

"Miss Granger!" he boomed. "You are in serious trouble! All your NEWTs and OWLs have been revoked which means that you have failed EVERY CLASS! You are an abominable teacher and YOU ARE FIRED!"

She stared at him in horror while the class looked on in disbelief.

"Riddikulus!"

The boggart was forced back into its trunk and the lid slammed and locked.

"Now we all know how to beat that particular fear don't we class? Study hard and listen to your teachers," Harry said laughingly.

The class chuckled appreciatively, all save the Slytherins who didn't really like their new teachers, but were too scared to say or do anything to their faces.

"Harry have you checked the time recently?" asked Prof. Granger.

"What why?"

"It's 2:29, this class finishes in 1 minute."

"Right well it seems that's all we have time for. Pack up your books. For homework I want you all to revise everything we have done in class so far. That includes the Unforgivables and Progressive Magic. There will be a test after the holidays so this really is important revision, but you have a few weeks to do it so don't rush yourselves."

The class groaned collectively. Harry and Hermione were fairly lenient, but they still liked teasing their professors. It was the running joke that they were tough but everyone knew that they were two of the best.

"Quit your whining," laughed Hermione. "And get out of here."

They took that as a dismissal and left.

The next day they tackled Harry's greatest fear: dementors.

They learnt the incantation and a few people were able to produce silvery wisps without facing a boggart. They were all very frustrated and tired as the lesson was drawing to a close.

"I've never even heard of this spell before, and I've never seen it work, so how do I know that it does what you're saying it does?" drawled Lucius Malfoy from the back of the classroom.

A few of the Slytherins laughed and even some of the other students looked doubtful. What he said was true but they didn't think that their teachers would trick them like that.

"Mr. Malfoy," retorted Hermione. "You will kindly keep your rude opinions to yourself."

He didn't look the slightest bit mollified or satisfied that his question had been answered.

"Of course it works!" said Harry angrily. "If you spent more time practising the spell and less time complaining then maybe you would be able to perform it!"

"Can you even do it?" he sneered.

"Excuse me!"

"I said, Sir, can you perform the patronus charm?"

Hermione answered him this time, "Of course he can. How could we teach it if we couldn't even perform it?"

He wasn't even ashamed. Lucius was even worse than the future Malfoy!

"Then do it!" he challenged.

Harry shrank on the inside but his exterior stayed perfectly neutral, the way he had been taught to keep it. He couldn't risk the Marauders recognising his patronus charm, but then again all stags looked fairly similar and he didn't want to back down from a challenge from a Malfoy.

He debated with himself for a while. He couldn't risk blowing his cover but his insides were boiling. He chanced a glance at Lucius. He was glaring at his teacher daring him to perform the task, looking smug and sure of himself. He didn't want to let the Malfoys hold it over his head for the rest of his life.

"Of course," he replied smoothly.

He quickly thought of his most recent happiest memory. He remembered helping the Marauders and as he liked to think of them, The Marauderettes with some school work. They had been having difficulty with some transfiguration homework and come to their DADA professors for help. They had stayed up late talking and working. When they had gotten too hungry to keep going they packed it all away and had a D&M (deep and meaningful) over some hot chocolate in the school kitchens.

He remembered the feeling it had given him and poured all of this into his patronus.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A silvery stag erupted from the end of Harry's extended wand and galloped around the classroom.

There were many "ooohs" and "ahhhs" from the students. The smug look was immediately wiped of Malfoy's face and all of the Slytherins looked disappointed.

However at the front of the classroom, 4 boys were sitting at their desks staring avidly at Harry. It was interesting that he had the same last name as James. It was alarming that they looked like they were twins, but it was near unbelievable that Harry's patronus was the same as James's animagi form.

Up near the desks these looks of incredulity were noticed by the other teacher who did some very quick thinking and produced a patronus of her own.

The attention was drawn away from the graceful stag, which faded into nothingness, to the otter gambolling playfully around the classroom. It too soon disappeared and they were left with 2 smug teachers, 7 embarrassed Slytherins and 4 alarmed Marauders.

They continued the lesson by practising their patronuses. A few people made recognisable animals after a while but they didn't move around at all and left very quickly. They marauders used all this mayhem to stage a very private conversation.

"..it's weird enough that he looks like James, but I mean a stag patronus? It's so undeniably James that it's hard to believe that it's coincidence anymore," said Moony. They were all speaking in hushed tones to ensure they were not overheard.

"I've always thought he was a bit suspicious," piped up Peter. None of them believed him though. He was too thick to realise anything that wasn't explained in great detail and they all knew he was the least liked by Harry and Hermione. While they reserved a soft spot for James, Sirius and Remus they often tended to overlook Peter and he was a bit jealous.

"I thought he was our friend," said James. "I like the guy but he hasn't exactly told us that much about himself. Sure he let us ask all those questions but what did we really find out? That he wears Armani robes?"

"True," said Sirius. "He just turns up in the middle of a storm one night, scares the crap out of all of us then becomes the best teacher we ever had. For all we know he could be working for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

"Dumbledore wouldn't let them work here if they weren't to be trusted."

They all ignored Moony's sensibility.

"Them! Exactly!" exclaimed Sirius. "What about Hermione?"

James looked thoughtful for a moment until a mispronounced patronus caused a book to come smashing into his head.

After he had recovered and yelled at Jessica who just giggled with her friends he turned back to Sirius, Peter and Remus,

"She hasn't done anything wrong has she? She's not suspicious at all. I've never even heard the name Granger before have you?"

"No. But she's hot!" said Peter.

They all just looked at him with disgust.

"I agree with James. Hermione hasn't done anything wrong but Harry is very suspicious. You're not related, but you look the same, have the same last name and now this! He has a stag patronus! I can't think of any explanation! At all!" exclaimed Moony.

"And that's a first for you," added Sirius. Then his face changed and he suddenly looked mischievous and cunning. "But as to our current situation I believe I have a solution. We have the map and the cloak do we not?"

"Sirius," said Remus warningly. "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting are you?"

"Who's suggesting what?" said Peter dumbly.

"I think it's a great idea Padfoot," James was really getting into the idea.

"It's too dangerous!" said Remus, desperate to persuade his friends from doing it. "Spying on teachers! Let alone people who trust us and have become out friends. What do you think they would do if we got caught?"

"Calm down Moony," said James.

"Yeah we'd have the map. It's not like we would get caught or anything!" added Sirius.

"You said it yourself mate, it's too hard to believe to be a coincidence. We need answers. This obviously concerns me so I think I have a right to find out a few things."

There was a bit of a silence while each of the boys was lost in his own thoughts before they were brought back down to earth by Hermione's voice, "All right guys you've done very well today. Next lesson we'll be finishing up with the Dementor boggart. Class Dissmissed!"

As they were walking through the door with books in hand, James leaned over and whispered in Moony's ear, "Are you in or not mate?"

He pondered it for a second and then,

"I'm in."

"Argh you oaf! Get off my foot!"

"I'm sorry but I don't want my foot seen and there was no where else to put it!"

The invisibility cloak had been enlarged to fit all 4 Marauders adequately, but nowhere near comfortably. They could not make it any bigger because it could only stretch to a certain size before it lost its invisibility qualities. Because James's cloak was of the finest quality it had stretched a surprising amount, enough to cover 4 almost fully grown men anyway.

Said four men were currently hobbling down the hall way to the teacher's rooms. They knew where they were from their scouting for the map, but had never been able to figure out exactly which teacher slept where.

They had left dinner early tonight and the plan was to wait, invisible, around the doors and until Harry and Hermione showed up and go into their rooms so they would know which rooms they slept in. They would follow them in and look around and hope that one of them would let something slip when they thought that no one was there. If they left or went to bed then they would snoop around a bit.

"Shhh! I can hear some one coming."

"…took my treacle tart and ate it. I mean how rude!"

"Of course dear," came a reassuring voice from the darkness.

It could only be them.

They stood in silence for a while waiting for them to become visible. After about thirty seconds they rounded the bend and began moving towards the portrait of a phoenix at the very end of the hallway.

They were chatting lightly between the two of them until they reached entrance to their rooms and paused.

The marauders, whom were standing incredibly close by were waiting for the door to open so they could hurry in before it shut. Their teachers didn't speak the password however but stood around and continued their conversation.

The Marauders attuned their ears to what Harry and Hermione were saying,

"I'm really enjoying Hogwarts 'Mione. Especially 7th year classes! It's really fun being a teacher."

They exchanged a long, significant (and suspicious) look.

"I agree. It's really great," they were no longer conversing in light casual tones. Every word sounded scripted and the Marauders were beginning to get suspicious but there was no way of moving now. Not when they were so close.

"I think one of the best things is the trust between the students and the teachers. It's such a tight knit community," he remarked.

"Oh my gosh Harry!" she continued in that incredibly fake voice. "Did you hear something just over there!"

"Come out guys," commanded Harry in a bored tone.

"You knew we were there?" asked James.

"And you knew it was us?" asked Sirius

"Of course we did!" said Hermione. They were beginning to understand the severity of the situation. Their gentle natured teacher very rarely got angry… especially with them.

"Did you honestly think that you could get into our rooms without us knowing?" Harry sounded incredulous.

"And what were you hoping to find out? Information about our private lives?"

The Marauders took it that these were rhetorical questions, as they weren't giving them time to answer and so remained silent.

Harry and Hermione continued in their rant. Harry went first.

"We are teachers. We have a right to a private life just like everyone else!"

"We don't need to disclose every aspect of it to you, nor are we going to!"

"We have a right to privacy!" shouted Harry

"And by attempting this you are violating our right!"

"We thought there was some kind of trusting relationship between us, but apparently we were mistaken."

The Marauders were feeling incredible ashamed by this point. All wishing that they could sink into the floor never to be seen again.

"What were you going to do! Listen to our conversation? Snoop around in our stuff!" asked Hermione.

"Sir. We just…"

"DON"T TALK JUST LISTEN!"

Hermione took over for him, "Do you even realise how serious this is? We could throw you out of our class for this. Maybe even the school. Is that what you want? Hmmm?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why did you do it?" Harry was obviously still angry and it was a rather scary sight. "Why did you want to spy on us! We were not only your teachers but also your friends! You betrayed our trust!"

"Haven't we been open enough with you. Sure we haven't told you every detail of our lives, but that's our right. We are allowed to keep secrets. God knows you lot keep a fair few!" Hermione looked equally upset.

"This is so insulting! You think that two certified aurors could be fooled by four teenagers in an invisibility cloak? Did you honestly think that you could get away with it?"

"Sneak into our rooms! Nose around in our business! And then tell all your little classmates!"

"No! We…"

"We what? We what! We don't trust you? We don't like you? Or we are four horrible boys who enjoy upsetting other people? WE WHAT!" He screamed.

Hermione looked near tears and Harry was breathing heavily.

The boys looked between the two of them, both of whom refused to meet their eyes.

They all realised now how incredibly stupid this had been. It had started out as an innocent quest for answers but now they realised that all they were doing was invading others privacy. Others who had been nothing but extremely kind to them.

"We're sorry," whispered James.

"You should be!" Hermione said furiously to the floor. Death staring it as though asking it for answers.

All 6 of them stood in silence for a minute, each contemplating their own thoughts.

"You do realised that you'll have to be punished for this," whispered Hermione throatily. Tears really had gathered in her eyes now. She looked utterly broken and Harry not much better.

There was another pause. Then Hermione and Harry suddenly looked up and at each other as though communicating with their eyes.

Harry breathed a heavy sigh, "She's right."

"We're taking you to McGonnagal's office right now."

They both stood to their full and rather impressive heights and looked into the eyes of their students. They were full of guilt and pain. Traces of anger lingered in Harry's sparkling green eyes and Hermione's incredibly large chocolate brown ones were still shining with, rapidly disappearing tears.

The Marauders had been standing in shocked silence since Hermione had announced that they were going to be punished. It had never happened to them before. Sure they had gotten a few (hundred) detentions before but never from Harry and Hermione. They were close enough to be family. They let them get away anything, pranks, rudeness, anything.

"W-W-W-What?" stuttered Sirius.

"You heard us. This can't go unpunished. You need to learn that you are only students. While you are here and for the rest of your life you need to respect your elders."

"But-But-But…" protested Peter.

"But what?" said Harry.

"You can't-," started Peter before Remus elbowed him in the ribs.

"Good move Mr. Lupin," said Harry with none of his usual charm or jape.

The Marauders bad mood became blacker. The 2 teachers had not called any of the students (save the Slytherins) by their last name in weeks and weeks.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Pettigrew, please follow Professor Granger, I will be bringing up the rear."

None of them wanted to believe that this was happening. Not only were they now being called by last names by their two favourite professors, but also having to address said professors formally. Things had gone from bad to worse and they weren't getting out of this one in a hurry.

They trooped down the hall in silence all the way to the Transfiguration teacher's office. She was staying up late grading papers. The Marauders did not even bother asking how Harry and Hermione knew that. It was late enough for everyone to be in bed. They were like four small naughty children that had just been smacked for sneaking biscuits; they weren't about to do it again in a hurry.

The 6 of them filed into the room to be greeted by a startled and not too pleased Professor, "Harry. Hermione," she nodded at the both of them. "What can I do for you this evening?" it was clear that there was no need to ask though. The look in her eyes showed that she had seen it enough to realise that the Marauders were in big trouble.

"These four," answered Hermione calmly enough, but not quite pleasantly. "Were just caught trying to sneak into our rooms."

Apparently McGonnagall was trying out the stunned mullet routine. Her eyebrows had become part of her fringe, her mouth was hanging wide open and she didn't look like recovering anytime soon.

After waiting for a moment Harry cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh yes quite right professor. I was simply alarmed that this has happened. In all my years at Hogwarts as both a teacher and a student I have never heard of anything like this. I simply can't fathom why it would occur between some of Hogwarts best students and the two most popular teachers. Would any of you care to explain?" she looked pointedly at the Marauders.

They all suddenly found great interest in their shoes or fingernails but the interest of these body parts wasn't enough to persuade any of them to talk.

"No?" she asked. None of them answered her but continued to fidget. "Professors would you happen to have any idea as to when this occurred?"

"Many. Each as unlikely as the next," answered Harry. He looked truly puzzled.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her brow, "I don't get it. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

"I agree. I'll leave the punishment to you Professor?" She nodded. "Then it's settled. Minerva might I have a word before we leave?"

Harry and Minerva moved to the back corner of the room and had a quick whispered conversation.

"All right 'Mione let's go. We'll see you four in class tomorrow."

"What'd you say to Minerva Harry?" Hermione asked as they walked along the corridor back to their rooms.

"I was suggesting a punishment."

"Oh yes? And what was that?" she queried.

"That they be stripped of their powers as prefects, banned from the Quidditch team, lose 100 points each and have detention every night for the rest of the term."

"Oh my gosh Harry. Bloody hell! Don't you think that's a bit over the top!"

"Hermione you were as angry as I was. They need to learn their lesson."

"Please tell me Minerva isn't going to do all that to them? PLEASE!"

"No, she said it would be way too much."

"What is she going to do?"

"She wouldn't say. But she did say that it would be harsh enough for them."

"I hope she didn't pay too much attention to you Harry," she said shaking her head sadly. "I feel bad for those four. We would have done exactly the same thing in their situation and you know it."

He sighed and shook his head. Hermione spoke the password and they stepped inside their rooms.

They conjured up 2 mugs of hot chocolate and sat on the couch in silence until they fell asleep where they sat.

"This is not happening. This is not happening!"

"Face it Sirius," sighed Remus "This is happening."

"But we didn't even get into their rooms. All we did was stand outside in an invisibility cloak," moaned James.

"Ya. And for doing absolutely nothing we got detention for the rest of the term. EVERYNIGHT!" said Peter.

"Don't forget the 100 house points off," reminded Remus.

"And that's not even half of what Professor Potter recommended!" said James.

"What is so terrible about listening to a conversation?" asked Sirius.

"No quidditch, and no more prefect perks? I'd say it was pretty terrible!" whined James

"Come on guys. Maybe they were just upset because of the whole trust thing," reasoned Peter.

"No. I really think Sirius and James are onto something. What could be so absolutely dreadful about listening to a conversation… unless they were talking about something that no one is meant to know about. They must be hiding something. We've always suspected they had secrets. That's the reason we tried to spy on them in the first place," said Remus.

"And look where that got us," said James. It would've been a joke had the situation not been so serious.

"They had no qualms about punishing us to an inch of our lives," said peter. "Maybe we're not as close as we thought we were?"

"Yeah mate. You're right. If we were truly friends, they couldn't possibly have anything to hide." Said Sirius

"What kind of person is so desperate to keep a secret they'll do anything to prevent people finding out?" said Remus. He was really getting into the swing of things. Making lists and reasoning was his way of solving mysteries, and this was one problem they were determined to crack.

"A spy?" ventured James.

"Maybe they're spying for the ministry. They could be aurors," suggested Sirius.

"Nah," James. "My dad's an auror and I've never heard of these two before, I've met most of them when I go in to see dad. I reckon he would've told me if there was something undercover going on this year. I'm pretty sure they don't work for the Ministry."

"All right. So they're not spies," concluded Moony. "Who else could they be?"

"They might not even be teachers. They could be in trouble in the law or something and asked Dumbledore if they could hang out here for a year," said Peter.

"Yeah that's a thought. How might they be in trouble? I mean they seem OK, if a bit suspicious."

"They could be in the black market or something? Both of them seem pretty rich, and I know for a fact you don't get that way off a teacher's salary," said Sirius.

There was silence for a while as each of the boys tried to think of more ways one could be in trouble with the law. They weren't getting very far.

"Come one guys think," urged James.

"Ummm…" said Sirius.

"I've got no idea," said Peter giving up completely.

"What would make them go into hiding? Who is the ministry looking for at the moment?"

The though occurred to James in a moment. Everything clicked into place. He breathed the word quietly but Sirius, Peter and Remus heard it clearly, "Deatheaters."

"What? No! They can't be! Dumbledore would never hire Deatheaters to teach!"

"He can't know everything Moony. And they fooled everyone else in the school too."

"But they just can't be. They can't!"

"You know," added Sirius. "I'm beginning to agree with James!"

"It all makes sense. The secrecy, the riches, the love of black! Everything we've ever known about them fits."

Moony looked troubled. He was thinking back to all his memories with Harry and Hermione and was finding, just as Sirius and Peter were, that James was right, it did indeed make everything clearer.

"You're right," he sighed. "We're being taught by two Deatheaters!"

"We have to be on out guard now that we know," cautioned James. "And we can't let them know that we found out. Look what they did when they caught us trying to snoop. Imagine what'll happen if they know that we know their secret."

"You're right," agreed Moony. "And that's why we've got to stop talking about it. We don't know that this room is safe."

Peter yawned, "I'm going to sleep. See you in the morning guys."

They crawled into bed and called out their greetings through the darkness.

"Night Moony."

"See you in the morning Paddy!"

"Don't call me that! … Jamesie…"

"Shut up you two. Sleep tight Wormtail."

And although they were lying in their beds silent as night. Not one of them slept for hours yet. All four boys lay awake. Lost in their own thoughts. Each revolving around the same two people. People with a terrible secret who ment great misfortune to them all.

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