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The full Moon's approaching

"I do not believe we should kill him, Bella," Voldemort said. "We cannot go through the plan without the boy." Bella looked disappointed. "But if you kill James Potter, then there'll never be a Harry Potter. The boy who lived will never have existed. You will have ruled the wizarding world for the past 15 years!"

Bella would do anything for her precious master, anything. Voldemort whispered in his snake-like voice: "It is not wise to interfere with the past; you of all should know that. There might even be a greater force against us than that boy. There might be something totally different."

Harry could see the look of Bellatrix Lestrange. "Do you intend to help James Potter back to his own time?" she asked incredulously. There was a mixture fright, astonishment and awe in her voice.

"Yes indeed."

"Wake up sleepy head!" Sirius Black barked into his ears. "Wha…" Harry tried to figure out why his Godfather looked much younger and why he was here at Hogwarts. Then he remembered.

"What's the time?" he asked groggily. "'Bout six or something" Sirius gasped himself. "Why did you wake me?" Harry just could not believe this. "I've got something important to discuss with you."

"Five thousand balls of beer on the wall, five thousand balls of beer. You take one down, pass it around, only four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine balls of beer on the wall," James sang half asleep as he kept on washing the great hall by hand. With his toothbrush.

"Ah, Potter," Professor Toad, I mean, professor Umbridge said. "When you're finished here you can start on the dungeon hall and work your way up to the Gryffindor tower. "What about classes?" he asked in a foolish attempt to escape.

"It's Saturday morning Mr Potter. Hogsmeade weekend," she smiled happily and turned around. James had been up all night washing numerous rooms that The Toad had pointed out to him.

No sleep! Noting at all! The time showed six in the morning. The students would wake up soon, and everyone would notice him washing. He supposed that he would be washing the dungeons when the first students came out for breakfast.

He would be washing right outside the Slytherin common room.

"Do you know about the Marauder secret?" Sirius asked as he lay down on the sofa, in a manner that was more Sirius like than you could imagine. "About Remus you mean?" and Sirius nodded.

"His hairy problem, as James would've said. As you should say" he grinned. "If you know me in the future you might know everything about the wild full moon adventures of ours?" he asked, not looking at Harry but out the window with a longing look in his eyes.

"Yes, and the animagi. I know most of it" Sirius sat up, more interested. "You wouldn't know how to transform by any chance?" he asked. "No. The closest is my Patronus. It's in the form of a stag."

Sirius sighed. "You need an excuse then. Say you're sick or something. Come up with anything trustworthy" he stood up and wandered a little around the room. "We should maybe go back up again. We're never up this early. Not even I," Sirius said and they both made their way up the stairs.

"Hey, Potter. What are you doing?" Malfoy said viciously, sounding amused. He had been right; James was washing outside the Slytherin common room right now. "What does it look like, Malfoy?" he asked sarcastically.

"Like you've become a house elf!" James stood up, he was taller than Draco and met his eyes. "Say that one more time, Malfoy," he spat the name out, as though he became sick from just saying it.

"You're a house elf, Potter" the next thing Draco knew, he lay on the floor with Potter looming over him. James took his washing cloth and pushed it into Draco's mouth. The Slytherin tried to get away, to scream, but James was stronger.

He was very strong. Of the Marauders, he was the quickest and strongest, and this little idiot was no problem for him. Suddenly he felt a blow to his head and he fell to the floor. Malfoy got to his feet and once again was he face to face with James.

"Potter, Malfoy, what's going on?" the voice of Professor Snape called through the hall. Malfoy told his side of the story, and Snape believed it. "Potter, come with me to my office. You can leave your rag behind," he smiled.

Draco Malfoy smiled as well. "Gotcha," he muttered and disappeared.

"James!" a voice called, but Harry didn't react. 'Why can't they stop yelling for that James person, who is he anyway?' "Oy, Prongsie!" another voice, a more squeaky one, called. Harry turned annoyed around in his bed.

"Sirius!" Remus, (what was he doing here?), yelled. "They're impossible to wake up again," he sighed to Peter. Next thing he heard was a strong, cruel voice calling. "Sirius!"

Who could that be?

Harry sat up just in time to see Sirius feel out of his bed and down to the floor. His Godfather struggled to get out of the quilt and sheet. "Not funny, Remus," he said, as he got to his feet, looking rather annoyed and disorientated.

"What d' you do?" asked Harry, laughing from this hilarious sight. It made him remember the dog that had lurked around in Aunt Petunia's garden, digging up flowers and sleeping behind shrubberies. It had really liked it there until Uncle Victor had started to run after it. It was a sight for the neighbours.

Of course, it was all considered Harry's fault, and he was locked under the stairs with no food for days.

Remus grinned. "I imitated the voice of his father. Non-verbal magic, of course," Sirius looked offended. "That's just cruel" he muttered, as he got his shoes on. Remus suddenly noticed a little detail.

"Sirius, why are you fully dressed?" he was suspicious. "The uniform is a bit wrinkled, but it's quite practical, or what?" Sirius tried but got one look. "I went for a walk last tonight, Ok?" Remus chewed on it, and seemed not to believe it, but didn't ask any further.

"Potter, you're lucky not to be expelled." Snape had the evilest and triumphant eyes James had ever seen. "But I've got nowhere to send you, so it'll be very hard indeed."

'So that's the reason' James thought sadly and quite angry. "Send me back to my own time, then. Where there's no Umbridge, and where you are still a victim of The Marauders," James acted his normal role.

"Don't you ever mention that again!" Snape suddenly became very serious, and James felt a little - just a tiny bit - scared. "What Snivellus? Like you aren't afraid of me," he tried bravely.

"I am your chance to get back, Potter. Forgotten that? And there's no way I'm going to send you back. Without you, my life would have been a lot better, and if I keep you here, there will be no Harry Potter either."

James suddenly felt a surge of... paternal fear. He reckoned it must be. He wanted to protect his future son. He wanted Harry to be safe!

Grease-head was right. He, James Potter, was depended on Snivellus. He was in the mercy of Severus Snape. "That made you silent. Did it suddenly sneak into your brain, Potter?" James remained silent.

"It took you long enough, but what to expect from you?"

No James, meant that Lily was single since Harry could not date his own mother. Snape himself felt a surge of hope that also felt wrong. He was supposed to protect Harry, he needed to take care of Lily's child. But if the timelines didn't change back, maybe Snape would have lived an overall happier life. Maybe even followed Lily down the good path and never pledge his allegiance to Voldemort.

"Mon Plaisir, mademoiselle" Sirius gave a charming smile to one of the cuter Gryffindor girls around the table. He had just sent her some orange juice, but she blushed and looked away. Without thinking, Harry turned to Remus "is he always like that?" he asked very serious, and received an unforgettable look.

"You're joking, right?" he asked worriedly. Harry laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I was joking, relax Moony," he gave as his answer. "Nice Jamesie-acting there Harry. Ever thought of becoming an actor?" Sirius whispered in his lift ear.

To Harry's right was a sighing Remus and a big-eyed Peter. Harry looked at him with hatred. He felt it boil inside. 'He betrayed my parents' he thought. 'If I could just tell Sirius what'll happen, I could prevent it from…'

"Back to your washing, Potter." James repeated angrily what Snape had said after kicking him out of his office. He found his little rag, dipped it in the water and began again.

He was going to kill Fred and George! They were the ones who trapped him in their jokes. This was not what he'll classify as a good prank, that is it! No one messes with James Potter.

Harry had lost sight of Remus, and Sirius had disappeared. 'Probably along with the girl.' He was thinking back to Sirius and his French.

He looked down on his timetable. "Potions?" he muttered and crashed right into none other than Severs Snape.

Snape had been carrying a bunch of papers. It had to be about a hundred, Harry was sure of it. Mostly parchment, but also pages that seemed to come from books and newspapers. "I'm so sorry!" Harry said, and started to pick up the pages.

Snape was standing there, staring at the boy he thought was James Potter, whom would have stepped on his sheets, laughed and been vicious. Instead, he saw this boy picking up what he'd lost, saying he was sorry.

Harry suddenly noticed the eyes that stared on him. He straightened up with all the sheets in his hands. "Ehm… I just," he didn't know what to say. Then he noticed one sheet on the ground and went over to get it.

It was a picture. A little girl with fiery red hair and green eyes along with a little boy. He looked shabby, with dark hair and a scratched coat. "But this is…" Harry began before the picture was snapped out of his hands.

"Stay away from me Potter" Snape yelled. Harry was startled. "I'm…"

Snape left. A quick march down the hall. "…Sorry" Harry muttered.

What did a picture of Snape and his mother do in the possession of that very same person on the picture? Snape didn't belong in the world of Lily Potter.

James had now washed most of Hogwarts. He had become quite sad in the end. He remembered Sirius all the time. They had been washing together thousands of times. The best one was the first, where Sirius had no clue what to do.

He sank helplessly down on the sofa. The fireplace was lit, and the common room was empty. Everyone was outside or down in the village. He couldn't believe that he'd missed it! He could have gotten in touch with Sirius again or something like that.

Hermione told him every day, at least twice, that it was too dangerous to write to him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After the episode with Snape, Harry had been very pensive. He'd been analysing the situation and now understood a bit more about why Snape hated James. But overall, James didn't have everything. He didn't have Lily!

"Prongsie!" Sirius yelled angrily.

"What? Where…" he muttered and looked down at his full glass of beer. "The Three Broomstick, you idiot!" his Godfather muttered angrily.

"Oh. Sorry, Sirius." Harry told and drank his beer, and felt better. "Are we going to Honey dukes?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah, 'course and Zonkos. I bet we could find something useful"

"D'you think Remus and Peter will be OK?" Harry asked. "What do you mean, Harry?" Sirius looked worried. "I've just got this feeling." Harry couldn't describe it.

"They're only going to study, and read. There are no worries there, mate" then Sirius grinned. "Oh well, homework is dangerous. So boring that suicide starts to become very tempting."

"Yeah, you're right" Harry shook the feeling away.

"You are late!" Umbridge told James as he entered the room. "Yes, I slept." He muttered. "Oh, how come? In the middle of the day, you should be out having fun," she smiled. James decided to answer in the same tone.

He was angry and grumpy, which is what he becomes with little food and sleep. "Because of some reason I didn't sleep much last night," the cold tone didn't quite fit the pink room with all the kittens.

"Well, I can't get angry for you being sleepy. Sit down and begin to write, please," Umbridge smiled. 'She is good' James thought, as he took up the pen. She was a real challenge, perhaps too much for him. At least without the rest of the Marauders.

"One hundred barrels of beer on the wall, one hundred barrels of beer…" he muttered and wrote down. He had been singing it none stop in nearly twenty-four hours, and he didn't even notice it anymore. Funny that one can start at ten thousand and get down to no barrels of beer on the wall.

"Sorry, what did you say?" she smiled again. "Nothing," he muttered grumpily and realised he'd been singing again.

'Umbridge is a big fat toad, and we all hate her!' he wrote it over and over again. The anger got out through the pen, and that it hurt just helped him.

With a lot of sweets in every pocket, they were headed for Zonkos. Harry had a really good time. To get to know Sirius like this. No wonder Sirius had looked at him as James, back in his own time. He had actually been James. He was right now. He was in the shoes (not to mention clothes) of James Potter.

"I bet we'll find something to make the Slytherins happy!" Sirius laughed and used his whole body while talking. He was energetic like a dog. Even so, he was still walking in the royal manner, which Harry hadn't known before.

'Azkaban probably got rid of it' he thought grimly. To imagine that he'd never known Sirius before the 3rd year at Hogwarts!

Harry kept on walking and hit Sirius, who'd stopped. Seconds later he was dragged behind a corner. He sent Sirius a confused look.

Sirius mimed 'Wait' and looked around the corner.

"They're gone," he told and went out in the streets. "Who are?" Harry didn't feel very included, or informed. 'James would've known, right?' "My family. They're probably looking for me and Regulus. Let's go," Sirius said.

"Where?" Harry felt so foolish. Best friends never had to ask questions like that. He wouldn't have had to if it was Ron or Hermione, he would've known just by meeting their eyes. Sirius was different. This Sirius was still a stranger and a mystery to him.

"To honey dukes, of course, we have to get out of here!"

"Let's see if the message has sunken in, shall we?" The Toad asked sweetly as sugar from behind her desk. James rose to his feet, walked very heavily over to her and held his hand up to her. At first, she smiled from the sight of his bloody hand, but then the expression changed.

"POTTER!" she yelled. James turned and ran, opened the door and closed it. Right before a bottle of pink ink crushed into the door, where his head had been seconds before.

After the episode earlier that day, Sirius had been quite quiet. But silence from that side won't last forever. They drank tea (house elves had come up with it, what a service. They were only happy to serve "The Young Masters") and thought.

Sirius strived around in the room. Turning, and looking worried. "James has never lost the full moon before, we really do need a good plan!" he sighed and fell down on the sofa in the elegant Sirius-like way.

Sirius could be really into a problem. "We need you to be sick, that's the only acceptable reason for them to believe" Sirius sat up again.

"Do you know any good spells?" he asked, brainstorming himself. "No, but the library would probably have some books…" Harry responded, think about Hermione. James probably missed Sirius as much as he missed Ron and Hermione.

"Yeah, why not"

James felt lonely. There was no one around. Not yet. He was all alone in the common room again. He took a snitch up from his pocket. He missed Lily, and Sirius, Remus and Peter, but first and foremost, Lily!

Ron had a cute red-haired sister, and if he'd been Harry, he would probably have charmed her, but there was only one girl for James Potter: Lily Evans.

He retrieved his quill and ink and began on a letter to Remus. He really hoped that they would notice his genius plan.

Dear uncle Moony,

Would you please read this out loud to my dog Paddy? I believe he misses me, and it'd be nice for him to hear what I write.

I've got to say that I wish I remember the password for the map, it would be very helpful right here and now!

Everything is fine here at Hogwarts, but I miss you a lot.

School is hard in fifth grade, oh, but I'll have to go.

Remember me,

Harry James Potter

'Written in code, or what?' he thought proudly as he went to find an owl.

Down in the library, they found a pile of books and began to read. "Here's one," laughed Sirius, with his chair balancing on two feet. "It's turning your hair grey and your face blue. Cool, or what?" he asked. "I'm not supposed to die from it Sirius." Harry sighed.

"What about…" Sirius was about to give another stupid idea from his copy of Dark Magic, A Guide to Illness, when someone approached and interrupted.

"Brother," Regulus, the miniature version of Sirius stood behind them. Sirius let the chair fell to the ground again. "What?" Sirius barked. The mood went from relaxed and casual to tense.

"Mother and Father were looking for you today. They told me that they'd sent you a letter to tell you about it, but you never shoved up," it was clear that Regulus was nervous.

"What's that go to do with me?" Sirius asked arrogantly. "It's got everything to do with you! They're your parents, Sirius!" Regulus raised his voice a little. "As if it was my own choice!" Sirius yelled back.

Madam Pince rounded a bookshelf. She was clearly angry. "Be quiet, or you'll have to leave, all of you. One more chance Mr Black," she looked at Sirius who raised an eyebrow but waved his hand to indicate he understood.

Madam Pince left and Sirius sent his brother a dangerous look. "I only want the best for you, Sirius. Why don't you just listen to them, and keep your own opinions for yourself, as I do." Regulus sighed.

"Because I'm not like you, and I will never obey them," Sirius snapped. "But…" Sirius cut him off "I'm not weak like you."

He'd been too loud and Madam Pince rounded the shelves again. "Out! All of you, out!"

Harry closed the book and follow the Black brothers out of the library. Sirius marched very fast out and down the corridor. Regulus was standing still, looking after him. "Why won't he ever listen..." he muttered sadly to himself.

"That's how he is. Proud," Harry said, and Regulus jumped out in surprise, and sent him a cold glance, quite like the ones Sirius had sent him just minutes ago, and he left.

Harry was now left alone, and he learned to the wall with the hands buried in a pocket, and there it was. One of Fred and George's small sweets. One of those that makes you sick, Harry recognised at once.

Well. Like it?

All the way I thought of this chapter as short, but when I looked down on the page number I realised that it's much longer than normal. I write bits and pieces here and there, so it's hard to cope with it.

School is hard, and I really need good grades this year in order to enter the school I want, so I'm sorry that it takes a while between the chapters, I just hope you keep on reading (and reviewing).

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