Thought I'd update before the next book comes out (only 12 hours guys!) so here you go.

James walked quickly away from the tomb and the ruins. What he had seen disturbed him greatly….and yet.

And yet he found it right. Like he was meant to see those things, to know what had happened. He felt it somewhere deep in his stomach, a powerful feeling that felt both like flying and falling at the same time. It was terrifying.

James knew that he looked exactly like that boy, the one that had the scar. He seemed important, somehow. Without thinking, James ran his hand through his hair. Habit.

His feet led him automatically to his favorite place. He pushed open his best friend's door, not bothering to ring the bell. "Hey, Charlie!"

Charlie yelled, "hey," from the kitchen. James ran there, nearly tripping over toys in the process. James had one of the biggest families he knew, one of seven. He quickly saluted the green and red flag that stood in the doorway before launching himself at his friend.

"Oy!" Charlie screamed as the potato knife he was using went flying, along with the potato. "Geeze, James!" he exclaimed, "I do rather like to breathe!"

James smiled and let go. "You'll never believe this…" he began. Charlie smiled, rolling his eyes. "I bet I won't."

Another boy came in, his tall dark frame betraying the fact that he wasn't in the family. "Lo, Charlie." He said, leaning against the counter. "Twins home today?"

Charlie half-frowned, "They've been gone since morning. I'd check the main square. Most attention." The boy nodded, grabbed an apple out of the bowl, and left.

James ran his hand through his hair again, trying to stay still as Charlie continued to peel the potatoes. "Charlie!"

"What?"

"I have to tell you something!" James stole the knife and looked his friend square in the face. "Something really important!"

Charlie sighed and took the knife back, but didn't peel any more potatoes. "Okay, tell me."

The story came out, about the tomb and the old man, the man with the evil eyes, the boy with a scar, the red head boy and girl with bushy hair. The battle, the dying out of all wizards. The flowers.

When he finished, James looked expectantly at Charlie. Charlie leaned on his elbows, biting his lip. "James…" he started, and James could tell by his voice that he didn't believe him.

"I want to believe you, really, and I know that we look like those boys you saw, but think about it…" he started listing, using his fingers to count.

"One, these wizards — our ancestor — would have had to survive, lets see, in a thousand years there's been World War III and World War IV. Also, what are the chances that they didn't participate in the lunar migration, or even the other ones, Europa, Saturn, that new moon, what's-her-name, Titan? I just mean," Charlie said, seeing James' face, "That there's a lot that had to happen. And then look how close we are to those ruins, that tomb. It's just, what are the odds, James?"

James choose to ignore this. He looked at Charlie pleadingly. "Will you at least look?' he asked, smiling. Charlie rolled his eyes but nodded, adding, "If you saw that girl, maybe that's Molly. You know, the one with the bushy hair."

James nodded. "Sure." Then, as an afterthought, "Maybe we should bring Jenny too."

Charlie blanched, "My sister? Why?"

Too late James realized he had forgotten to add the part about the red-haired girl. "She was in those pictures too." He didn't add that she had married the boy with the scar. James also wouldn't mind having Jenny around anyway. She was kind of cute.

"Anyway, she's not here. Went to the city with mum on the last train. They shouldn't be back until tomorrow." Charlie explained, then said, "We cans till get Molly, though."

The boys went through the small town, approaching a smaller house. Molly was outside her nose, predictably, buried in a book. "Oy, Molly!" Charlie called. James elbowed him. "Calm down," he muttered, though he secretly found Charlie's new infatuation with Molly very funny. Charlie's ears turned red but otherwise ignored James. Molly looked up.

James immediately explained, once again, the events that had happened earlier. Molly listened quietly until the very end, when words bubbled out. "That' so cool, and we look just like those people? You're sure, James? I mean, I know that used to be a school and a lot of weird things went on there…"

"Wait," Charlie interrupted, "Those ruins used to be a school?"

Molly nodded, "Yeah, and there were a lot of people there, all wizards. This town used to be really magical too. I read that it used to be called Hogsmead, but I don't know the name of the school."

"Do you want to go?" James asked, his eyebrows raising us above his glasses. Before Molly could answer, a voice behind them said, "I would."

James turned around to see a tall, rather dirty boy wearing old clothes and old sneakers. Dark hair framed a face that was incredibly handsome, though reminiscent of a dog. "Hello, Sirius."

Sirius said, slower this time, "Can I go with you?"

James thought about it. He only wanted people he had seen in the memories to come with him, but something was nagging him at the back of his mind, like he remembered Sirius. He did know him. He had run away from home, and had come to their village two years ago. Once when he and Charlie had been cornered in a fight by three older boys, Sirius had joined their side. He was a good fighter. On the off chance that something was still living in those ruins, it'd be good to have him.

"Sure." James said, "Did you hear what I said?" He didn't know how long Sirius had been standing there, he seemed to slip in and out without notice. Sirius nodded.

Charlie was still talking to Molly, convincing her to come. His argument finally got to her and she sighed, carefully marking her place in the book before getting up. "This is all a waste of time," she muttered, "I don't even know why I listen to you two."

Charlie smiled. "I knew you liked me, Molly." She swatted him and he ducked out of the way easily.

James didn't participate in the struggle. His heart was pounding, he felt sweat roll down his face. Something told him that he was getting close to something. Something that had been buried for years. And may, just maybe, he'd be the one to find it.

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