A/N: The real Sameth is actually my proofreader, otherwise known as Sameth The Bastard or Sameth the Prick depending on my mood. He said he wanted a part in the story so I gave him the role of someone important and dead, Yes I'm lovely aren't I? Having said that, to please his ego I will now say that he is very good looking and sexy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters just the story I've made up. Any other names that pop up are purely coincidental and have nothing to do with the originals that may exist.

TO: Taiyourshoes, most of the spells I've checked out on Lexicon website (which I owe many thanks to!) Apparently the Hormorphus spell was supposedly once used by Gilderoy on a werewolf somewhere. Like most of his stories I assumed they were true except that it wasn't he who used the spell. It is true that if it had worked they would have used it on him from the start so I assumed that it only works temporarily. I'm sorry I failed to explain that in the chapters but I have treated it as a temporary fix and because time passed quickly in the forest by the time it wore off the moon was no longer full but Remus remained stunned. Thanks for criticism! It shows me where I'm going wrong or not explaining things properly!

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Lily stood with her arms folded and waited for a reaction from her small audience. It was chilly despite the unclouded sun and their breaths came out as smoke but it was refreshing to be outdoors for a while. James, Sirius, Peter and Remus returned her expectant gaze with blank looks.

"Well?" she prompted.

"Wait, so let me get this straight. The grave you pulled the hand from belonged to Sameth the Great? And this dude is meant to be some huge ass wizard that was around ages ago?" Lily nodded at Sirius. "And how do you know the grave was his?"

In answer Remus flicked through the pages of Lily's borrowed book until it showed a crude but accurate picture of the creature that guarded it. "This was the beast that was after us remember? He guards Sameth."

"Oh yeah." Sirius replied with disgust at the picture. "That thing can give Snape a run for his money." He commented. "Right, so why does someone want this guy's hand?"

"I don't know, the book doesn't say." Lily admitted. "But I will do soon."

Sirius chuckled. "How are you going to do that? Ask the dead guy?" he asked full of mirth

"That's precisely what she wants to do." James cut in his expression deadly serious. Lily wondered if she were truly that easy to read.

Peter licked his lips nervously. "But that's dangerous. We should never mess with the dead!"

"Nearly Headless Nick is dead and so is the Bloody Baron." Lily answered unperturbed.

"But they are spirits." Remus said thoughtfully, he was not protesting against the idea but merely running through the facts before he decided. "They choose to stay around us, I'm not sure this Sameth would be too pleased about being hailed by a bunch of teenagers."

"But he would want to know what's happened to his hand." James pointed out.

"He could also be the one that's causing the nightmares." Remus could still remember Yoanna's screams well. "He wants it back." The he she keeps dreaming about could very well be this Sameth in which case they were all wrong on guessing that there was a third unknown person involved. If that were the case then who or what led Lily to the grave in the first place? Remus shook his head. There were just too many questions and not a single answer to help the clause.

"If he's the one giving Yoanna nightmares because he wants his hand back, wouldn't that mean that Yoanna would have had his hand?" Nobody said anything and even James pondered over what he had just said. If she had seen Lily throw it away then she could have easily picked it up in the Portptule confusion. Now the question was why?

Lily toyed with a bit of hair nervously. Could Yoanna really have had the hand? "You see, we won't know until we ask him."

"I still think it's a bad idea." Peter said stubbornly.

"Well I think it's a bloody good idea." Sirius stood up and brushed his cloak off but stopped when he noticed someone heading straight for them under the skeletal tree. "What's he up to?"

Lily paused trying to pick her words carefully. "Well you see, I thought we might need his help."

"Well, in that case I think it's a bloody bad idea!" Sirius said just as Brent strode up with a wide grin.

"Hell-o, Lily!" he beamed and Lily offered a small smile in return and shuffled a little away as he flopped onto the grass beside her.

"I take it Lily let you in on our little secret mission then?" he asked not bothering to cover his excitement. "Brilliant isn't it? I'll be glad to assist you in your magicky stuff." He flailed his hands about to indicate magic.

James cleared his throat whilst Sirius turned a laugh into a spluttering cough to which Lily gave him a disapproving look. Remus just watched Brent with mild interest while Peter just stared not quite sure of what to make of this guy.

Quite unaware of the Marauders, Brent turned to Lily. "Whenever you need me, I'll be around ready to help." He announced like he was taking a sworn oath.

"Is this guy for real?" Sirius mouthed to James. James sat very still, determined not to listen to anything Brent had to say. It proved very difficult and he thought he might have to physically leave to be able to tune out the blah blah copied-from-romance-novel lines that he rolled off with ease. Luckily a familiar splat followed by a cry saved him from sticking his wand into his eardrums. Everyone looked at Sirius and then upwards.

Above them Tattlaevore circled their heads in wide swoops and Sirius' swearing grew to shouts.

"Damn you! You stupid bird!" he yelled with a fist in the air. James laughed at the large splash of white on Sirius' shoulder.

"Tatty's always had this thing against poor Padfoot." He explained to Lily. Ever since Tatty had been an owling she had singled him out. No one had any idea why but over the years she had developed an amazing array of tricks especially for him. Some days she would squirt some shit onto his plate when she brought morning mail, others she would suddenly fly in low and nip him sharply in the ear when she passed. Recently she had taken to making a farting noise whenever Sirius spoke and she happened to be around. However, her favorite above all was of course dropping a shit bomb on him, it was something she had perfected the art of and did so as often as she could.

Sirius made a desperate grab for one of his books and held it over his head. More than once she had hit bulls eye and he wasn't about to let it happen again. "You're hitting the wrong person!" he yelled upwards just as another bomb hit his arm. "OI! Can you say FRIED CHICKEN?!" His face went red as Tatty fired again.

Every one laughed until their sides were sore. Peter was rolling on the grass and Remus wiped the corner of his eye. "Man, I love that bird of yours, Prongs!"

"Me too, get it to fly closer." Sirius grumbled his hand itching for his wand. He would have said more but a continuous tune of surprisingly realistic fart noises cut him off. If possible Lily laughed even harder and she clutched her belly.

"Tatty, come here." James called out before Sirius really did hex her out of the sky. The large owl obediently flew down and landed on his arm. "Good girl." James stroked her soft feathers but she ruffled herself importantly and looked at the two that were unusual to the group. Lily looked at the wide innocent brown eyes and marveled at how mischievous this bird could be.

"I hope you never take a dislike to me like that." Lily said to her and stroked her creamy colored feathers.

"I don't think she will." James reassured her; Tatty usually liked most people well enough. "Isn't that right Tatty?" with a reprimanding hoot she nipped his finger. "She doesn't like it when I call her Tatty."

Sirius opened his mouth but closed it quickly again. He would save his breath for when that feathered bomber wasn't around.

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Lily and the Marauders spent the evening planning the Calling as they ended up naming it. Left with very few choices they had chosen to carry it out in the Room of Requirement. The room had once again changed to suit their purpose complete with a very wide circular hearth that cast dancing shadows about the otherwise dark room.

"Spooky." Lily couldn't even see the corners of the room and most of the wall was line with large terra-cotta pots. Incense was burning softly somewhere but unlike the Divination tower the room was still cold and the last thing she felt like doing was sleeping.

"What next? How do we go about summoning Sameth then?" Sirius asked, his voice almost echoed in the hollow room.

"I'm not really too sure." Lily approached the wide fire feeling its heat on her face. In all honesty she hadn't really planned what they would do next. "I was hoping that we could use Brent's amulet and the somehow use a Calling spell."

Sirius frowned. "How is his rock going to call Sameth?"

"The amulet thins out the realm between the dead and the living." Remus answered. "I read up on it." He added. "It thins out any realm really." It really wasn't much of a plan but it would have to do. Now all they needed was Brent who was running very late.

Finally he arrived. "Phew! Had a hard time getting away." He wiped his hand across his forehead. "Whoa," he exclaimed as he took in the darkened room. He began to whistle the main theme to the Twilight Zone but it was lost upon everyone except Lily.

"Yeah...sure...Let's just get this done shall we?" James gave Brent one last weird look and they all gathered to the red hearth. "Don't you think he should get into the fire?" Everyone looked at James in surprise and Sirius felt proud that he could exact out his dislike for him so openly. "No! Not like that! I mean we'll make it so that it doesn't burn him. Just so he's in the middle. You know, like a focus or something."

"Good thinking." Remus leaned forward and cast the appropriate spell and they all turned and looked at Brent, waiting for him to step in.

Brent looked at the flames doubtfully. "You're joking right?"

"Oh stop fussing!" Sirius shoved him in. With a cry he stumbled and then stood rigid with fear until he realized that contrary to burning him the flames were merely tickling him.

"Yeah, right everything is fine. I'm fine." He said, his voice a little high. Sirius shook his head.

"On the count of three then." Remus slowly counted and at zero they all chanted the Calling spell. Everyone stood still and the room filled with anticipation.

Seconds passed before Brent spoke. "Boy, do I feel stupid doing this."

Remus ignored him. "Again?" They repeated the same procedure three more times and were prepared to give up on their last try when it happened-

A steady breeze built up to a strong wind and then went to a gale force. It did not sweep across the room but around them. Round and round it went like a hurricane with them right in its eye. Lily reached out and gripped James's hand in one hand and Peter's in the other. They ended up forming a ring around the hearth with Brent still in it. Their cloaks flapped violently around them, Lily's hair tearing about her head in a wild torrent of red. Never had any of them seen such a violent reaction to a spell. The wind gripped them and tore at their lungs leaving them breathless until-

-All of a sudden it died down. Silence rang in their ears and they stared at each other wide-eyed. Had it worked? Where was Sameth? Peter looked white even in the yellow light of the flames. Lily released his hand because he was squeezing it too hard but kept a hold of James for reassurance. A full minute passed. Nothing in the room had changed. Each pot stood in the shadows and there wasn't a single trace of the freak tornado that had almost ripped them off their feet just seconds before.

"Now that was a bit of an anti-climax." Sirius said shakily, even he had been a little unnerved. "Peter, you can let go of my hand now-"

Lily jumped with a scream as something slammed into the door on the other side-

A/N: Did it work? Keep reading people and I'll keep writing! Thank you!!!! xXx