APLR - 10

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Disclaimer : I make no money nor do I own this. As much as I'd like to … maybe within my own insanity? [closes eyes and sees lawyers waving papers and frightening looking subpoenas] … not even there.

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AN: To Catus - I'm still writing this. It's just going slow.

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"We must stop him from regenerating, who opened that chest?" Evy asked while Harry started drinking. After all, it wasn't every day that you heard that you bore enough of a resemblance to an ancient prince for a 3000 year old mummy to want to come after you. Even if said person did have a slight warning about it.

"Me an' Daniels here," Henderson said.

"And Burns of course," Daniels cut in.

"And that Egyptologist fellow." Henderson added.

"Then we must find the Egyptologist and bring him back to the safety of the fort." Evy said.

"Why?" Harry asked from his position in the soft backed chair where he was sitting haphazardly next to a small table where a ½ emptied bottle of scotch and a small ice bucket.

"What?"

"We'd be sitting duckies in a pond. One shot and he's got us all drowned." Harry slurred drunkenly as he put his drink down violently on the side table and the drink sloshed over onto the fine wood.

"I think you have had quite enough to drink, young man." Evy said as she took his bottle of scotch away.

"Gimme my scotch!" Harry whined drunkenly. "Who cares if I wanna get drunk?"

"I do." a voice from the hall said and thirty eight year old Remus John Lupin appeared at the doorway. He looked better in muggle clothing, although it might have helped that since the final battle he had had steady employment. His brown hair actually looked more brown than grey, he was clean shaved and his Amber eyes were sparkling.

Immediately, he had six guns pointed at him.

"Am I missing something?" he asked.

Harry stood up, swaying slightly, and walked over to Remus and gave his godfather a hug. "Missed you Remus!" he slurred.

Remus put his arms around his obviously drunk godson, "Who let my seventeen year old godson get drunk?" he growled as he glared at the others in the room.

Rick and the others put their guns down, "Godson?"

"Yep! Remus is me secon' godfather." Harry said as he turned and his face went green before Remus picked him up and ran with him into the bathroom. They heard the sounds of hurling and they all cringed in sympathy.

"Harry James Rameses Potter!" They heard Remus yell. "I just bought this suit!"

That was when Jon smiled despite himself, "Sounds like we should help, or something."

Rick scoffed, "Sure and have him yell at us for letting his seventeen year old godson get drunk? I don't think so."

"Who let my godson get drunk?" Sirius Orion Black asked as he walked in. He was wearing black, including a silky black shirt and his long hair had the windblown look that suggested that he had ridden his motorbike.

"Who the hell are you?" Henderson asked.

"S.O.B. Sirius Orion Black, at your service." he said as he walked into the room. "Hey Ardeth, how's the sand?"

"Sirius." he said as he nodded his head in greeting.

Sirius smirked before he stepped in front of Evy. "And who might this precious desert flower be?"

"Evelyn Carnahan."

Sirius sighed, "The voice of angels doth mine ears hear. Enchante." he said as he bowed and kissed her hand - much to Rick's irritation.

Remus stuck his head outside of the bathroom door. "Sirius, get that hangover medicine from my bag. Our Godson needs it."

"How are the both of you godfathers?" Jon asked. "It can't be normal, even for us." he conceded after Evy looked at him incredulously.

"When Harry was born, Jamie got to pick the godfather and Lil got to pick the godmother. Unfortunately, he couldn't decide which of us he wanted as godfather. So, he named us both godfather. Lily retaliated by making Rose and her friend Alice as godmothers." he explained as he went out into the hallway and brought in two bags, one brown and one black.

He got into the brown one and rummaged around before he brought out a small brown glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. "Coming Moons!" he called as he crossed the room.

He found Harry hunched over the toilet emptying his stomach into it. "Geeze Pup, you sure do know how to drink."

Harry wiped his mouth as he leaned back against the wall, "Coming from the one who taught me? Is that a compliment?" he asked groaning before Sirius gave him the potion, which he downed.

"Why did you fire-call us this morning?" Remus asked.

HERE IS A PREVIEW FOR THE NEXT STORY THAT RAE AND I ARE WRITING TOGETHER. IT'S CALLED "SOME CONSEQUENCES". I TOOK THIS OVER WHEN RAE REALIZED THAT IT WOULD ONLY WORK IF IT WAS SLASH BUT SHE HELPS ME OUT SOMETIMES. THIS WILL BE OUT THERE AS SOON AS APLR IS FINISHED…

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CHAPTER ONE - The Begining

Harry walked into his apartment with Hogwarts. He had enjoyed the newest part of his training exercises that he was doing. He had gotten the idea from a dojo that he had attended the summer before his seventh year. He had pushed himself today, almost beyond his physical limit and it was only as being the heir of Gryffindor and being able to call upon Hogwarts to give him strength that he was able to get back to his rooms.

Now he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor in 1976 while his parents were still in Hogwarts. He recognized the signs of James unconsciously calling upon Hogwarts, although he doubted that his father knew what he was doing.

He got to his bedroom and almost collapsed on the bed.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MY CHILD? Hogwarts asked him.

'I'll be better if I can actually sleep," he muttered quietly, grateful that he no longer had a piece of Voldemort's soul within him so he could actually sleep without getting nightmares. Once he returned to his own time, which he had left a month before, the time of Harry the boy-who-lived-to-defeat-the dark-lord would come into play; a time that he wasn't looking forward to in the least. Now, he was trying not to dread the fact that tomorrow was September 1 and officially begin his tenure as Professor Gryffin Michaels, a name he took in honor of his heritage and his lost love.

The pain of losing Ted had seemed relentless and forever until Sky had pulled him out of his depression. Sky had showed him how to move on, and that even though he could never forget Ted, he couldn't just stop living.

He awoke the next morning and went to the Great Hall. Almost all of the teachers, even Slughorn, he knew and his story was that he had been privately tutored due to his dangerous abilities. He was now graduated a year early and had applied and gotten the DADA position. The son of the Marauders, teaching the Marauders. Seemed hypocritical.………

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