Remus' eyes widened at the sight of Ron and Hermione.

Weren't they supposed to call him if they needed help? Not coming running in here…and close the door! he added the last thought as the door clicked shut behind the two teenagers and he closed his eyes collecting himself quietly.

Tonks, however, rushed forward to Hermione.

"What is it?…What's happened?" she asked gently but with a sense of urgency.

"Someone coming…really close…just…panicked," wheezed Hermione.

Panic was an understatement for what rose up in Remus' chest and he could see the same feeling mirrored in everybody's eyes around him.

"Er…" he started trying desperately to think up a plausible plan quickly. Things were falling apart all around him at lightening fast speed.

"Hang on," gasped Ron suddenly and Remus' and everybody else's attention was drawn to him. One by one a smile lit their faces, Ron was pulling out a silvery cloth from within the depths of his robes.

"Is that my…? How did you…?" stuttered James stepping forwards slightly but Remus cut across him.

"Fantastic…this is brilliant Ron…good thinking," he murmured whilst taking the invisibility cloak from Ron and lifting it up. He was starting to feel light headed with relief.

He ushered Tonks, Ron and Hermione to him and they backed up against the wall facing the four friends, Remus thrust the cloak over them all, him and Tonks on the outside whilst Ron and Hermione had settled between them.

After about a second of silence the sarcastic tone of James cut through the air,

"Well that's good…"

"What?" hissed Remus from under the cloak.

"You great ugly werewolf… we can still see the whole of your back end you bloody idiot," Sirius exclaimed loudly.

"Right," muttered Hermione, her voice filled with impatience. She pulled the cloak off them all and let it fall to the ground.

Lily had made her way to the door and had pressed her ear up against it, her expression growing more apprehensive with every passing second.

Hermione yanked her wand out and pointed it at the silvery mass on the floor,

"Engorgio," she mumbled and the cloak almost doubled in size, it was now roughly the size of a double bed sheet. Remus seized it quickly and struggled to throw the overlarge cloak over everybody.

James and Sirius stood up quickly and helped him to cover everyone, they managed the task just as Lily scrambled back squealing,

"They're here,"

Sirius rushed to sit back in his place whilst James only made it as far as the middle of the back wall, he froze panting for breath as the door clicked .

Whoever this was they couldn't find out about Remus, Tonks and the other two kids being there, he'd have to pull off some impressive acting to make this work. He readied himself and attempted to make his face look angry.

The door swung open and Lord Voldemort stepped in, Remus felt his breath hitch in his throat…Voldemort could sense other people's magical auras.

James glared at him as he walked in. He hoped to God he could at least rely on Sirius to catch on to his plan…he hadn't had time to tell them…hell he'd only just managed to scramble it up in his own mind.

"Potter?" questioned Voldemort quietly looking around slightly, something was different about the room.

"You seem a bit flustered," Voldemort continued looking back to James.

"Flustered," spluttered James, "I think I'm a bit more than flustered,"

Sirius was watching James intently, what was he going to do? What was he planning?

"Hmm…" mumbled Voldemort looking around at Sirius and Lily and finally Moony on the floor, his eyes sparkled to life.

"Not looking too good are you?" he hissed at Moony who could do nothing else but glare at him in response, his vision was going again and the wounds had not been healed yet.

"You nearly killed him!" raged James from his position against the wall, he stepped forward as he yelled. Sirius grinned, nice one.

Voldemort spun round to face James, it must be his anger that he could feel in the room…he couldn't check though because James wasn't looking at him directly yet.

"Oh come on Potter you've had all day to get over that…he's still alive isn't he," he replied lazily, pointing in Moony's general direction. James eyes flashed and he clenched his fists.

"In any other circumstance…" he growled lowly.

"When we weren't locked up…" James looked up and saw Sirius standing as well speaking his mind. He had caught on.

"And could heal him…"

"We may be able to 'get over it'…" finished Sirius.

Voldemort stared at them both he could feel his blood boiling, nobody spoke to him like that…what was that? He looked round at the wall to his left, he could have sworn her heard a something there…a very quiet shuffle maybe. He walked towards the wall slowly.

Sirius felt his stomach plummet violently and he did the first thing that came to mind as Voldemort neared the place where Remus, Tonks, Hermione and Ron were hidden.

"Oi!" he yelled and he threw himself at Voldemort with intention of causing him as much damage as possible. Voldemort turned round to see Sirius flying towards him and he raised his wand.

"Impedimenta," he muttered, the spell hit Sirius in his chest and he abruptly changed direction and flew back towards the wall. He hit hard and slid to the bottom.

"Sirius," moaned Lily moving across to him. James stood frozen to the spot. Sirius opened his eyes slowly and saw Lily sat next to him, and he groaned muttering under his breath.

Voldemort strode towards him and Sirius struggled to get up but the effects of the curse were still on him and he barely managed a pathetic scramble like motion. Voldemort leered down at him.

"Don't try that again Black…it might just be the last thing you do," and with that he looked contemptuously round the room before sweeping out.

Harry was completely lost, the curses Peter had used on him were having a definite effect. His vision was occasionally blurred and he couldn't seem to be able to stand upright for very long.

The trip back to his parent's cell, even with a wand, was proving tiresome and lengthy. He sighed as he sank down to the ground for the third time in a few minutes. Luckily there hadn't been many Death Eaters around to stop him and those he had encountered he'd been able to subdue before they even knew he was there.

Harry pushed the heel of his hands against his eyes and rubbed, pushing his glasses upwards as he did. Slowly he dragged himself up again and continued his path towards his parents. He was determined to find them.

A/N Reviews please!