A/N: Sorry I didn't update sooner. On Tuesday I got a day off school and went to Alton Towers Resort (It's a Theme Park in England) and it was AWESOME. The Smiler, the new rollercoaster there was amazing. So on Monday I was excited and on Tuesday and Wednesday I was far too tired to write. Thursday I just didn't fell like writing and on Friday it was my friend's birthday so I slept over at her house. Then on Saturday I was dead tired and didn't get home till the afternoon. So now it's Sunday and I woke up at 11:45 in the morning. Yeah!
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DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IT BELONGS TO JK ROWLING.
-CONVERSATION OF THE CHAPTER-
ME: Hello Mrs Potter.
MRS POTTER: Hello dear, please call me Dorea.
ME: Okay Dorea. How have you been recently?
DOREA: Not very good to be honest…
ME: Why not?
DOREA: I am so scared about this big attack those Death Eaters and him are planning. I am so worried that they will attack us because we are classed as Blood-Traitors and Charlus is head of the Auror office.
ME: Ah… I see how you're worried. I really hope your family don't get attacked.
DOREA: Thank you. Hopefully we won't. Of course, I would never wish it upon another family instead of ours to get attacked but I am so worried. And my James… what if he never gets to live his life?
ME: I understand. Why don't you try and put some protection charms up? It might not keep the Death Eaters fully out if they decide to attack you but them you know they're there and then you have a chance to escape before they break through the protective charms.
DOREA: That is such a good idea! Thank you for suggesting that! I will tell Charlus about it right away!
ME: Okay. You better go now and tell him just in case!
DOREA: Okay, bye!
ME: Bye!
*Dorea Potter disappears*
ME: Wow… I really hope the Potter's don't get attacked over Christmas. They are such a nice family! ON WITH THE STORY!
A/N: Also, sorry for the lots of spelling mistakes in the last chapter. I didn't use Microsoft Word because it kept crashing and had to use my IPad instead. Sorry!
18 (A/N: Funny, I went to Alton Towers on the 18th June and this is the 18th chapter. I'm going now. Bye!)
They nearly missed the Hogwarts Express the next morning.
They had been up into the early hours of the morning packing their bags and had slept in and had to run if they didn't want to miss the train.
Luckily, the Frank had saved them a compartment.
'Cheers Frank.' James said as he put his trunk in the rack.
'It was no problem.' He smiled at them.
'Lucking forwards to Christmas?' Remus asked him as they all sat down.
'Yeah a bit.' Frank shrugged.
'What do you mean?'
'Well…' he glanced outside of the compartment to see if anyone was nearby.
'I've heard about there being a… big attack.'
'What? So did we!' James said.
'What?''
James searched though his pocket and taken out the letter from his mother that he had taken to carrying around.
'Here.' He passed it over to Frank.
Frank read it, frowning.
'I heard from the Aurors as well. Dad's on of them.'
He passed the letter back to James.
'It's bound to be on a Blood-Traitor family.'
'What about Muggle-Borns? Or Muggles?' Peter asked.
Frank shook his head.
'No. This is a big attack we're talking about Peter. The Ministry isn't too bothered by the Muggles at the moment. Muggle-Borns could happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time in their eyes. Half-Bloods may or may not be noticed if they got killed and their bound not to kill Pure-Bloods like the Malfoy's or Lestrange's for example because their all on his side.' Frank explained.
'That leaves…' Remus trailed off.
'Blood-Traitors.' Frank nodded.
'James POTTER.' Sirius said with wide eyes.
'Frank LONGBOTTOM.' James said.
'Marlene MCKINNION.'
'Alice BONES.'
'Arthur and Molly WEASLEY.'
'Emmeline VANCE.'
'Hestia JONES.'
'And many, many more.' James sighed.
They all grimaced.
'Maybe it's fake? Maybe there not planning an attack at all?' Peter suggested hopefully.
'Maybe.' James muttered but he knew what Peter said wasn't true.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Frank shaking his head sadly.
'Anything off the trolley dears?'
The compartment door slid open.
They scrambled up, getting some money out and forgetting about their previous conversation.
Unknown to them, they had forgotten one other important Blood-Traitor family. And a friend of theirs was in it.
10 minutes after the trolley lady left the compartment door opened again.
'Pigging out are you?' Snape said sneering at them.
Lucius Malfoy, Nott, Mulciber and Avery stood by him.
'Yep.' James popped the p.
'What are you even doing here anyway? 'Frank glared at them.
'Just came to see how you were doing.' Snape fake smiled.
'Yeah okay. What's the real reason?' James sighed.
'We just wanted to make sure that you knew that Slytherin is going to tear you to pieces in the next Quidditch Match against you Gryffindorks.'
James snorted.
'First of, Gryffindorks? Like nobody says that get with it Snape and secondly, that's a bit rich coming from you as you aren't even on the team.'
'I am.' Malfoy piped up.
'Excuse me,' James said in a posh and high voice. 'I was talking to Mr Snivellus and not you Mr Cowboy.'
'Cowboy?' Malfoy or as he was known now Cowboy echoed.
'Yeah,' James grinned. 'It rhymes with Malfoy. Cowboys are these things in America I heard about. There these Muggles that ride horses and have cool hates and-'
(A/N: I was trying to think of a name for Malfoy that rhymed. First I got Maltoy but that sounded lame. Then… Cowboy. Malfoy would hate that as their Muggles. Sorry it's… strange… and not very good…)
'Muggles?'
'Yeah or doesn't your small brain know what a Muggle is Lucy?' Sirius smirked.
'Lucy?'
'Yeah Lucy. Short for Lucius and well… because you're a girl.'
'Hi Lucy Cowboy!' James and Sirius said together in perfect sync, both waving sarcastically with huge grins on their faces.
Lucy Cowboy stepped forwards, reaching for his wand.
'My name is Lucius Malfoy and not Lucy Cowboy.'
'Hey you're not going to start a fight without me being here are you?'
Gracie Prewett came into view.
'No one's going to start a fight.' Dorcas Meadows said calmly.
Seeing the Head Girl, Cowboy stowed his wand away.
'After the holidays. You mark my words…'
And the Slytherins left.
'Fight on the train? I am so ashamed of you.'
Dorcas shook her head but had a large grin on her face.
'Technically no fighting went on.' Sirius pointed out.
'Yes not physical but verbally. Now get back to stuffing your faces.'
She turned around to leave.
'C'mon on Grace. Let's continue our conversation outside.'
Gracie grimaced and they both left.
The scarlet steam train slowly came to a halt at platform 9 and ¾. Everyone got their trunks and heaved them down saying quick goodbyes and merry Christmas to each other before they didn't see each other for 3 whole weeks.
They pulled their trunks along the corridors and then climbed off the train.
Peter immediately found his mother and ran off to give her a hug.
Remus was next and found his father.
James and Sirius looked around for one of James's parents or both of them so they could leave.
In the end, they were the last ones waiting on the platform when James's parents suddenly arrived.
'Sorry we're late!' Mrs Potter said as she hugged each of the boys in turn.
'Your father had to stay a bit longer at the Auror office to do some work and I didn't want to come on my own for various reasons.'
'Sorry boys.' Mr Potter said.
'It's fine.' James said, noticing Oww more tired his father now looked.
'C'mon, let's go.'
Mr and Mrs Potter held onto them and then they apparated.
They arrived outside the front gate for some reason.
'Anti-Apparation is on the house as well as some other charms.' James's mother explained while James's father waved his wand in complicated movements.
'It's in case You-Know-Who all come and attack. They will have to undo the charms so it gives us a chance to leave. That's why your father stayed longer at work. He was telling some of his colleagues to do the same.'
'Right everyone in.'
James and Sirius followed his parents into his front garden and watched as his father put all the protective charms up again.
He watched as you could see a protective dome covering the house.
'There we go. Let's have some dinner. You both must be starving.'
On Christmas day James and Sirius woke up and tore the wrapping paper off their presents. It was the usual stuff, sweets, pranking items, school stuff etc.
They decided to get dressed and go outside in the snow that had fallen last night.
'Mum! We're going outside!'
They ran into the kitchen where James's parents were.
'Charlus.' James's mother asked warily.
James's parents had gotten more anxious as the days went on as no one had been attacked so far yet.
'There be fine Dorea. Just keep an eye on them. Just keep an ear out for the alarm.'
'Alarm?' James asked.
'Yes. Didn't you hear it went we got back from the trains station?'
'I did.' Sirius said.
'When someone is undoing the protective enchantments an alarm goes off but it is quite quiet. If you hear it, run inside and tell me so I can press the button on my watch.'
'Button?'
'We've all got new watches with buttons on. We press the button when we are getting attacked and back up will come. Like if my watch started flashing, I would leave and apparate to whoever's getting attacked. They would do the same for us. Now don't worry about it and inside.'
James and Sirius nodded.
'A snowman shaped like Professor Dumbledore?'
'Okay.'
They started making the snowman in silence.
'Pretty smart those watches aren't they?' Sirius asked.
'Yeah they are.' James agreed.
'We should get some.'
'Why?'
'Because we can link them up to our friends James.'
'Aren't we a bit too young to be going out and fighting Death Eaters?' James asked.
'I suppose.' Sirius sighed crafting Professor Dumbledore's robes.
They didn't talk about it for the next couple of hours.
They were laughing and admiring there Professor Dumbledore snow man when James's mother ran out.
'James! Sirius! Get in now!'
James and Sirius looked at each other and ran inside.
'What? Mum?' James asked as his mother sat down at the kitchen table with her head din her hands.
'Your father's just left.'
'What? There's-'
'Yes! An attack!'
'On who? Who was it on mum?'
James's mother shook her head, sobbing.
'MUM! Who was it on?'
'James, James…'
'Who was it on?'
'James, I'm so so sorry…' James's mother cried.
'What? Mum… tell me…please…'
'It was- it was- on- on the Prewetts. The attack was on the Prewetts.'