Chapter 5: Death tears and breaks.

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Blackshadow111: I don't know, I think that the possibilities surrounding that are endless but I'm not sure if it would be massively cringy! I have got a plan and I am going to attempt to pull it off. And as for the challenge of writing that: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

AHBK1: Yeah that is slightly creepy... I'm not really a fan of the whole mother/son thing.. Kinda wierd in my book... Unless you are in that sort of love with your son/mother, then that great, it's a free world!

ScrimjaNinja: dude, as much as would love to write such a- adventure, I am going to stay within the bounds of a two partner relationship as opposed to threesomes... As inexperienced as I am with threesomes, it seems really hard to write a threesome well without it being smut...

Mirthful-Malady: yes he is a metamorphagus but not like Tonks is, all shall be explained later on! I am trying to do as much mind=blown as I can, it's just hard to do! Give any ideas or suggestions if you have some! And as for over-protective Doctor, you will see a lot of that for a while haha

Naruka...: sorry, my spelling is atrocious and I could NOT spell your name right so I went for the bit I could spell! Sorry, and as for JAMES POTTER?! Yes, James Potter but not in the way you think!

CHAPTER BEGINS V V

'Jamessss... Oh Jamessss, we could be ssso much, ssso powerful... Jamessss... JAMES!' a rough hand shook James from his sleep, with a slight shudder from waking up, James opened his eyes and tried to focus on the face looming above him. It was a boy with long black hair... Sirius. That was it.

'Yes?' James croaked, massaging his sore throat.

'James, you were screaming bloody murder! Remus thought you were dying!' Sirius said, his eyes bulging so much that James had a feeling that if they went any further out, they may have exploded.

'Bad dream, I get them from time to time.' James said tightly before giving a small smile. It was the same man, always the same man.

Voldemort.

This time, a man, Dooge, or Dodge or something similar, was in this dark room surrounded by men in long black cloaks; the men circled him, jeering and laughing as they shot spell after spell at him, eliciting high pitched screams of pain, gut wrenching screams.

'Once more we have prevailed! Once more we have broken one of the fool's men. And we shall do it again,' a soft hiss of a voice came from James' mouth, he had no control over what he was saying, no control over his actions.

'But this time, my friends, this time, the order will see my work; they will see what I can do,' hatred and a dark power coursed through James' veins like venom. He knew what was going to happen, he could feel it. 'And now, mudblood, you shall die. AVADA KEDAVRA!' A burst of green light and then nothing.

'James, are you sure you're alright?' a timid squeak of a voice came from across the room belonging to none other than Peter Pettigrew.

'Yes, I'm fine now thank you Peter,' James said shortly, as much as he wanted to like Peter, he couldn't help but hold a certain grudge towards the quiet boy. It was almost like Peter had done something to him, but that was impossible, they'd never met before.

'So, before I so rudely fell asleep I forgot to ask: where am I?' James asked with a smirk.

'Well, before you 'dropped in' as mum put it, you were in my back garden.' Sirius said with a tone of disgust as he mocked his mother; although his eyes were usually a soft grey they seemed to harden and glint at mention of his family.

'And which back garden would that be?'

'12 Grimmauld Place, in-'

'London.' James finished off before jumping up and walking around the small area he had been confined to. Large pictures of elderly gentlemen lined the walls, each and every one of them with some sort of medal adorning this chests; on one of the portraits there was a snake with green glittering eyes and a black tongue that flickered in and out between his words. Wizards! James smiled before joining the group again.

'And why are Remus and Peter here? Surely you aren't all adopted brothers or such like?' James grinned at Sirius who chuckled back.

'No, we met at a formal event my mother was hosting 'to find a suitable lady for myself' and it so happened that Peter and Remmy were there as well,' Sirius winked at Remus with a smirk before carrying on, 'And so you see, mother felt I should socialise with the 'right sorts'... That is: pure bloods and those who come from wizarding backgrounds.

Remus is from a fairly new pure blood family and Peter, well let's just say, he's in good company!' Sirius stage whispered much to Peter's embarrassment.

'My family are neutral, Sirius!' Peter glared, his face a grown bright red and his brows furrowed in anger, but as soon as he had spoken he shivered and retreated back into his shell.

'Anyway,' Sirius said rather seriously, 'The real question is how did you get here?'

'Yes and who are you?' Remus added on with a suspicious look.

James, fearing the worst, backed slowly away until he was pressed against the wall; three teenagers against him who seemed to have the same 'power' as him. Sirius narrowed his eyes in curiosity before a look of recognition and thoughtfulness grew on his face.

'You're Death Eater?!' Sirius spat violently before backing away, taking Remus with him, and pulling out his wand, 'And I always heard the Potters were a light family!' he sneered.

'I am no Death Eater!' James almost shouted making Peter nearly wet himself, 'Just because I appeared in your back garden!'

Sirius ran forward and grabbed hold of James' sleeve and pulled it up, expecting to see that infamous mark but on finding none, he looked truly embarrassed and started begging for forgiveness - making James laugh.

'Sirius, it's not a problem,' James smirked before looking around for a door.

'Oh and by the way,' Remus said tugging on the back of James' shirt, 'Best not let Mrs. Black know that you're muggle born-'

'And why would I be muggle born?' James said dryly before pulling out his wand and fiddling with it idly, as if showing his ages of practice would convince them otherwise.

'Well, your clothes for a start,' Peter piped up with a slight sneer. James shot Peter a withering glare before straightening his shirt and pulling up his shorts.

'I'll have you know that in fact I'm possibly more magical than any of you!' if you include time lords as wizards... James added in his head.

'He has a point Peter, the Potters are a very old family; also, the current Lady Potter was born a Black, so he's actually my cousin!' Sirius beamed upon realising the fake fact- James didn't have the heart to correct him.

'Besides the fact that he's your cousin Sirius, how come we've never met before? I mean, you look about, what? 16? 17?' Remus asked pointedly, his eyes were sharp and James could almost see the cogs moving in his head. After catching up with what Remus had said, and remembering that he did appear 16, James hastily cast numerous glamours on to himself to make him appear to be roughly 12 although, actually he looked rather tall for twelve.

'Why would you do that?' Sirius asked in confusion and, to an extent, awe as James casually used advanced magic.

'Well, I'm technically a first year and, putting it simply, no one but is can know-'

'But my mother-'

'Made a mistake with my appearance,' James said darkly before smiling at the boys. Sirius, with a look of glee on his face, turned to the door and yanked it open, revealing a long gloomy passage to some stairs.

'Oh and James,' Remus chuckled, 'The portraits, they aren't very nice,'

'So, Mr. Potter,' Mrs. Black said primly with a tone of disgust similar to that of how someone talks of dirt on a shoe, 'Tell me: who is your father?'

'My father?' James said dumbly, how could he tell her?! Oh yes, my father, well he's an alien who travels the universe in a blue box and so am I. Not gonna go down well. 'My father is Benjamin Potter, you most likely haven't heard of him,'

'Oh no, I have. Sympathises with the Dark Lord, does he not?'

'Not that I'm aware of, ma'am,' James said awkwardly, he still wasn't fully sure of who that 'Dark Lord' bloke was. Mrs. Black looked rather perturbed by that and sent a look to one of the portraits, an old man with a stout figure and a noble complexion, he sported a little goatee and a watch adorned his wrist.

'And pray tell, Mr. Potter, what do you know of the Slytherin line?' the atmosphere in the room dropped several degrees and a heavy silence loomed over the dining room. Sirius ran a finger around his collar and sent a desperate look at James.

'Well, all I know is that Salazar Slytherin was one of the founders of Hogwarts and the line is considered dead and dark,' James said, carefully missing out that he truthfully knew a whole lot more and had actually met the chap himself.

'Ssstupid alienssss! Alwayss thinking they know bessst,' a soft hiss came from the walls.

'Well there's a lot more to the line than that. Salazar Slytherin was-' Mrs. Black started to lecture James, much to James' annoyance and Sirius' amusement.

'Sssalazar wasss a great man-' the hiss came again.

'A man of many talents. He had a natural affinity for the dark arts and was famous for his love for snakes. He was in fact-'

'We are better than the filthy half breedsss and alienssss... Abominationssss. Filth. Shhould all be ssshhot.' the hisses grew more and more angry and violent until they grew louder than Mrs. Black's lecture. James clutched the table so hard his knuckles turned white and his magic started to swirl; Mrs. Black stared at James in worry before looking back to the snakes.

'Filthy alienssss... Shhhould all die-'

'SSSHHHUT UP! YOU FOUL SSSNAKE!' James roared, his face white with fury, 'Ssssilence. You are a disssgraccee! I am related to the Sssalazar Ssslytherin you ssso love!'

Mrs. Black's eyes grew wider than James thought humanly possible, opened her mouth to say something, closed it and ran from the room in a most 'ungainly' manner. Sirius, however, didn't. Instead, he, Remus and, to an extent, Peter all stared at him in suspicion, fear and, what James thought to be sympathy, in Remus' eyes.

'You're a parselmouth-' Sirius said bluntly, his teeth grinding against each other loudly.

'I'm a- oh. Yes, I suppose I am,' James said wearily before massaging his temples and sending a hopeful, appealing look to Remus.

'You said you knew next to nothing of the House of Slytherin,' Remus whispered sadly, he looked almost betrayed.

'It's hard to know when to let someone know that I know something, when it would be better if they didn't.' James said quickly before standing up and pacing along the green rug beneath his feet,

'You see- I am not like you and I never will be-'

'As in wizards?' Peter asked in confusion.

'No- he's a bleeding Parselmouth, of course he's a bloomin' wizard!' Sirius said violently back to Peter in a bout of anger, causing Peter to cower into the back of his chair.

'Yes, I am a wizard, but I am not wizard raised although I am a pureblood,' James sighed softly, he hated tricking them into believing he wasn't something he wasn't.

'Why ever not?' Remus said quietly but his curiosity shone through. James stared at Remus long and hard before breaking eye contact; little did Remus know James had just done an unwilling form of legilimency on him without meaning to and had delved into Remus' life and thoughts about him. Turns out he's like me, James thought in amusement.

'My mother died when I was 1 and my father, well, he couldn't find her or me. I went to an orphanage until I was six, I ran away and my father found me... Or rather, I found him,' James mused with an amused expression. The day when he found his dad was the happiest he could remember, and he had had some pretty happy times; his Dad was always going on about how obsessive he was about James when he found him, constantly checking to see he was okay, out of harm. Tough luck now though.

'You lived in an orphanage for half your life?' Sirius breathed before getting up and pulling the 16-going-on-203 year old into a hug, it wasn't even like he liked James, but there was something that was James- just how he acted that made Sirius want to like him.

'Sirius? Why are you hugging James?' Remus said with great amusement as the long haired boy detached himself from the weary parselmouth.

'I can't believe an orphanage was too nice a place to grow up in,' Sirius shrugged before sitting down cooly- although James and Remus could both see a blush growing on his cheeks however hard he tried to hide it.

'You haven't told us why you're a parselmouth-' Peter said with a hint of malice but Sirius silenced him with a sharp glare.

'It doesn't matter why he's a parselmouth! It's not like we're exactly from the best of backgrounds either!' Sirius sneered before resting onto the back of his chair and pulling a lazy grin, 'Besides, at least we know that mum will like him.'

A puddle of orange juice blossomed on the floor, the glass that once contained it smashed nearby, alongside it was a letter with a piece of parchment inside, the ink, however, was smudged by round disks of liquid. The Doctor had left in a hurry.

Sprinting down the hallway to a large pair of wooden doors closed off by a guard in army uniform, the Doctor tried to neaten his hair but I was obviously to no avail; today was the day he found his son.

'You have no clearance to this level,' the guard stated.

'I'm the Doctor, it's fine-' he said, trying to side-step the guard and squidge past him into the office. A hand followed by a gun stopped him.

'You have no clearance. You will be reported and then arrested unless you proceed to exit the building,'

'MILLIE! IT'S ME!' the Doctor bellowed through the door, thoroughly confusing the guard as to his antics and causing an irritated head to poke out through the entrance.

'What on earth are you doing here?!' the head gasped with more annoyance than shock. It wasn't often that the Iron Lady got a visit from an alien.

'Only passing by, I need a record about a certain James Potter?'

'Ma'am, what should I do about him?' the guard asked.

'Level One clearance, now GO! Doctor, come inside,' the Prime Minister stepped back inside her office and opened the door to a very amused and happy Doctor.

'You needed a record?' Mrs. Thatcher asked dryly as she fished out a small electronic device which the Doctor recognised as her mobile.

'Yes, on James Potter? Went to Hogwarts, I believe?'

'One of that lot, is he?' Mrs. Thatcher rolled her eyes with more than a touch of disdain. The Doctor, however, sat straighter than ever and growled.

'Yes and he's my son!'

'One of your lot as well?! An alien wizard, who would have thought?' she muttered sarcastically.

'Yes, a very very clever one with multiple degrees from Oxford!' he barked defensively at her, whilst she only chuckled.

'Have no fear Doctor, I do not hold any ill feelings towards your race. You must see the humour though?' she smiled dryly much to the Doctor's growing amusement. The Doctor stood up sharply and practically jogged over to the prime minister's fire place; after inspecting it throughly, he wiped a trace of green-ish soot off the inside and turned to Thatcher.

'When was he here last?'

'Him?' Thatcher paled significantly before promptly grabbing a file off the desk and shoving it in the top draw of her desk, 'I don't know what you're talking about-'

'Of course you do! The Minister visited you a few days ago minimum, why?'

'The Dark Lord had fallen-' Thatcher stuttered, 'A small child, called Harry Potter, has survived the killing curse, they named him the boy-who-lived,'

'I feel a but coming on...' the Doctor shot her a dark look, 'Please don't let there be a 'but','

'James and Lily Potter died in the attack,' the Doctor let out a dry sob, only stopping a sound by escaping by stuffing his fist into his mouth and screwing up his face into an expressions previously deemed impossible by the Prime Minister.

'Was the James Potter that James Potter?' she asked softly before pulling a photo out of the file she had previously placed in her draw; she flipped it over and showed it to him.

'It's Jamie-' the Doctor let out a gut wrenching sob, grabbed the photo and ran from the room leaving a very confused and upset Margaret Thatcher behind.

Slamming the doors of the TARDIS behind him, the Doctor ran to the control room and tried to trace vortex manipulations and use by Time Lords and other beings through the Time-Metacopulator, desperately he pressed buttons and entered information faster than he had ever tried before, although the result stayed the same: 30th July 1970, location: unplottable.

That was basically the same as saying 'lost'. After pumping through as much information as he could and landing in all perceivable places at the front of his mind, the Doctor succumbed to his emotional and physical exhaustion and collapsed on the settee.

'Please, Jamie, please come back-' the Doctor sobbed from his ball on the settee, his hands clutched around his hair as he tried to contain his tears; his face was contorted into such a way that all you could see was a nose and a tooth marked lip among creases of skin,

'Jamie, please come back to Daddy, Daddy misses you so much,' he cried again trying desperately to hold himself together.

'My Lord,' a hooded figure knelt down in front of a tall, thin man standing at the end of a dusty hall; his eyes were a dark red to match his lips and he had shockingly pale skin.

'Yes, my faithful friend,' his cold voice broke the previously soft atmosphere like a knife butter, it held a certain beauty to it, almost inhuman.

'James Potter, my Lord, he's a parselmouth-' the kneeling figure breathed, not daring to look up to face the Dark Lord's wrath.

'Impossible.'

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