He blinked his eye a few times as he stared at his best friend.

"Okay Sirius…i know your name is sirius but it doesn't mean you have to be the direct opposite." James laughed a bit as he stared at his oldest and closest friend. His friend's face never shifted as he felt a shiver run down his spine and he twitched in response to it and stood and walked around a bit.

"Now James listen she has-" Sirius began before getting cut off.

"But we saw the cloak and wand. There was nothing left."

"James we saw hours after." Sirius argued to the man who didn't want to believe that what he did was in fact useless in the scheme of things. "But we didn't see a body."

"So he probably disintegrated!" James spun and began walking forward when Amelia got between them.

"James calm down, And stop provoking him Siri…"

"No," Sirius began looking straight at James and moving Amelia to the side. "You must be pretty delusional if you don't remember what Moody taught us. If there isn't a body-"

"Then you shouldn't put the wand away." James finished still puffed up in anger. " Do you know what you are saying, Sirius? It means that Harry is in danger." Tears had begun to drip down his cheek as he thought about it.

"Better we check than be sorry and this comes back at us down the road." The voice of Madam Longbottom popped in. "I never did like what you all told me about Dumbledore trying to relocate Harry if it was safe…"

"You think he knows." Amelia raised an eyebrow which she received a nod. "That wouldn't surprise me."

James sighed knowing that somewhere in his mind he had the same thoughts but just never wanted to voice them because once he did that meant that those thoughts became real. He closed his eyes. "There would be traces…Magic always leaves a trace." Finally his voice was found and he gulped.

"We've already started a small investigation together… it'd help a lot if you were involved."

"No… I need to be here for my son."

"What about you Lady Longbottom." Sirius looked to the older woman who basically held his cousin's life in her hand.

Augusta Longbottom stared upward at the ceiling for a moment in thought before looking back into Sirius' hoping eyes.

"I will… but under the ruling that she must come so I can learn what happened that night in truth."

Sirius gave a big whoop before hugging the elderly woman. "Thank you so much Augusta. I promise she will be there to speak to you as soon as I think she's comfortable moving more than outside of the yard."

"Then I will be waiting for it." She smiled. "Now James, a cup of tea would help me settle so i will go watch the kids."

"Yes Ma'am, just shout for Samual once you arrive." James smiled softly at her before looking at them before rubbing his face softly.

"James…I'll find out the truth." Sirius spoke softly as he reached over and gripped his friend's shoulder softly.

"You better. Or else we will be in trouble." James commented before he brushed past them to go out and find what his son was doing with his friends.

Amelia looked back at Sirius. "You couldn't have dropped that bomb easier?" She asked him with a wide armed gesture.

"You got an easier way to say that Voldemort is still alive?"

"No but-"

"That's what I thought." Sirius said as he began to walk before she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to face her.

"You will let me finish my thoughts Sirius Orion Black!" Uh oh, Sirius thought, real name. " Your best friend has the trauma of the one night that …monster… killed his wife, threw him around like he was a doll, and almost killed his son. You should have known better than to act like that!"

Sirius sighed as the words began to claw at him. "You're right… I messed up."

"Damn right you did." She said before hugging him close and nuzzling softly into his chest. "Now why don't we go keep an eye on your friend and make sure your godson isn't corrupting my niece already."

"Corrupting?"

"Well… he has James as a father and you as a godfather."

"Hey!"

Harry laughed as he ran with Susan and Neville. He had to admit he was glad that he had their company. Sometimes it was just way too boring here without them. Eventually as they were sitting together in the treehouse James had created for them to hang out in it felt great.

"And then Gran handed me his wand." Neville pulled out his father's wand as Harry and Susan looked at it in surprise and awe.

"That's so cool Nev!" Susan said in awe as she looked at it closely. "My Aunt is trying to convince Sirius to get me my wand before Hogwarts so I have time to get used to it."

"Man… Dad won't tell me when we will go for mine. It'll probably be right before school starts."

"It's alright Harry. To be honest it isn't all fun…Gran tried to teach me some magic. Some basic herbology ones to help out in the greenhouse but they didn't seem to work." Neville sadly stated as he looked at his fathers wand, tracing its edges with his finger before he sighed and looked up at his friends.

"It could be that it doesn't work for you. Dad said that Ollivander said to him at the start "The wand chooses the wizard" apparently whatever that means." Harry commented as he stood up and went to the window.

"It's because all of our magics interact differently with Harry." Susan spoke up and turned over slightly looking at her. "It's why we get our wands specifically and not handed down most often." She turned to Neville. "You need your own wand."

"But Gran said this wand will work for me."

"Neville, my parents were wandmakers like Ollivander, At least that's what Aunt Amelia told me." Susan gave a small scold. "I read up on it apparently you can at times use your parents' wands but in the end each witch and wizard needs their own wands."

Neville looked down at the prospect that he wouldn't be able to use something of his fathers. Susan reached over and took his hand squeezing it gently causing the young boy to look up at her and she smiled.

"It'll be alright Nev, right Harry?" She looked up and then out at Harry who turned around suddenly.

"Of course Neville." He smiled gently before he walked over and grabbed his friends up and held him close. "Remember we will always be there for each other mate."

"Gerroff me Harry."

"Nope." Harry gave a resounding pop sound on the p before him and Neville began to rough house slightly in order to get Harry off Neville before Susan laughed and ran back to them and all three collapsed on the ground laughing.

"Kids take it easy up there!" They heard James yell up at them as the treehouse shook only slightly due to the weight being thrown like it was.

"Sorry /Uncle James." All three responded at once laughing together. Harry slowly headed down with them all the way to the ground and came running to their folks.

The group had fun while Sirius decided to change into his dog form and ran after them. James wouldn't admit it but this moment watching his son and his friends play was the most peaceful. James as he watched his son leaned his head to the side in thought before he fully looked up when Augusta stood.

"I do believe Neville and myself should be heading home." She spoke up looking at James. "We also wish to visit his parents on our way." He nodded in response and gave a whistle to get the kids attention. "Come along Neville, it's time to return home." The three kids hugged each other as Amelia and Sirius as well believed it was time for them to head home as well and soon all that was left was the Potters once again.

As they ate together James would keep looking up at him and raised his eyebrow at how his son was just spinning the stew with his spoon.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"Neville's grandmother gave him his fathers wand."

"That's really good, though I think they should get him his own wand as well."

"That's what Susan said as well." Harry pointed out which caused James to nod.

"Her parents were apprenticing under Ollivander before…" James looked down briefly before looking back up. "Was quite a surprise for Edger and Amelia when they found out their brother wouldn't be following them into the D.M.L.E" He laughed softly as they looked across from each other. After a moment's pause James looked back at him.

"Why does that upset you Harry?"

"I… I guess there's a part of me that was hoping… that maybe we could um….." Harry fidgeted on the seat a bit as he was under his father's scrutiny.

After a moment though he sat back and nodded as he began to understand what was going on. He put his spoon down and rubbed his chin softly as he looked at him.

"You want a wand don't you Harry?" His son nodded briefly as he looked up at his father with a sheepish smile. "You know it's not a toy Harry."

"I know Dad but wouldn't I get used to it sooner if I had it." That was fair, James admitted to himself having the wand sooner would allow his magic to get used to it. Usually magic families did this in a way when they couldn't handle the accidental magic that children have. Harry had been a bit more controlled but there were a few incidents such as when he caused the fence around the thestrals to disappear which had resulted in James and Samual spending the next couple hours…

"I think it's an excellent idea son." James smiled at the boy who grinned at him deeply.

"But da…..wait what?" Harry looked up at first angry then was surprised by his father agreeing with him.

"We'll go tomorrow." Harry jumped up and ran to his father, tackling him with a hug which sent his father to the ground happily and laughed with him as they hugged. "Okay okay son." He grinned softly.

The night passed with excitement running through the small boy's heart as tomorrow he would gain his first wand.

Amelia threw the papers across her desk from Kingsley's trip to Hogwarts. Not even ten possible recruits and only almost that number below in the previous class year was interested in being an Auror. And it seemed less and less through the other years in reverse order to the point it made him sigh in both anger and sadness. Damn DAMN DAMN, She thought before sitting down and her hand traveled to her tiny bump that had started to appear and rubbed it.

She leaned her head back in thought as she debated what the future meant. Maybe after the time passed a bit they would be able to have a better force but right now they would have to make do with the limited supply they had. Maybe she could look at old ones who were willing to come back. She tilted her head back up and her eyes widened as they saw what was present.

The Silver Dementor file. She stared at it deeply. Why hadn't she put it away in the cabinet? Why had she just placed where she would have inevitably seen it again. She felt a growl in her throat softly at it before reaching down and picking it up and opening it up. All the info seemed about the same. She paused when another paper slipped from it to the floor. She kneeled and picked it up and looked straight at it for a moment.

"This wasn't here beforehand…." She muttered in confusion. As she looked at the paper it said how the metal mask had been part of a group prized with tests on the dementors within the Department of Mysteries. The groups were required to wear gloves the entire time so that the interaction with the dementors didn't affect them physically. The Masks were to give the dementors the idea the person interacting with them was another dementor. It was even better than the necklaces the guards at Azkaban used.

Amelia thought for a moment as she looked at this then leaned back with a small smile.

"Bloody Kingsley." That sly bastard must have gone ahead with his contacts and got her this info. She looked at the added information and pulled out the files of unsolved murders, tortures, and missing persons. He couldn't believe that it was once again a chance to figure out what had been going on.

She heard a knock and looked up at the door. "Enter." A smile pulled at her face as she saw Kingsley slip in and look at her. "I remember telling you not to follow up with your contacts."

"Yeah well ... .I learned from the best when to ignore an order."

"That is why Sirius is simply a consultant now." Amelia caused the two of them to laugh. "But you're right, in fact you were one of my best trainees." She grinned and handed him the file which he looked at now. "Gloves…"

"They mean anything to you?"

"Yeah. My first case there was a pair of bloody gloves scourgified on the inside to remove all traces of DNA, and then a potion was dumped into them to remove magical signatures." Kingsley explained.

"White ones?" Bones asked to which he nodded.

"We racked it up as unexplainable because it clearly wasn't muggle." He sighed. "I wish it wasn't that way."

Amelia flipped through until she found another file like this and laid them down on the table in front of them. "It wasn't the first… Here's another. They left the gloves as if they were tarnished almost like a doctor with medical gloves."

"Or a researcher." Kingsley spoke up which received a curious look from Amelia. "I may have taken a quick glimpse at the file before I put them in." He admitted. "Like the Unspeakables." He said and looked at Amelia.

"The man who killed Edger and his family was and could still be-" Amelia spun around and cast the privacy and silencing charms on the walls as she looked out for a moment then back at him. "Kingsley… this is high treason if one has committed these crimes not to mention to accuse one. This could be horrendous either way."

Kingsley nodded in agreement as he rubbed his neck softly before he put the file closed. "We need to be a hundred and ten percent sure before we do this because if anything can come back to us we will both have a bad time."

"So this stays between you and me, not even Sirius can know Kingsley."

"Yes Ma'am."

Harry grinned as they bounced up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he waited by the fireplace. "Dad! Come on hurry up!" He yelled out into the hallway eliciting a laugh coming from down it.

"Hold up Harry!" James came out fixing his cloak and his mask with his cane in his opposite hand. "I understand you are excited Harry but remember our talk on self control?"

"Sorry dad…" Harry said as he stopped bouncing but James could see his toes in his shoes moving it up and down as if it was hard for Harry not to only make him laugh harder.

"It's fine son. Let's go then." James took out a pot and opened it. "Remember what we said with this?"

"Grab, throw in, and keep walking once you enter." James nodded to his son's response.

"Very good. If you don't keep walking you'll just end up sending yourself out on the ground." James said before they threw in the floo. "Diagon Alley!" They both yelled before entering the floo together.

Surprisingly both ended up straight on their feets just like they planned initially before Harry tripped the moment he took another step.

"You're all good son." He helped the boy up and took his hand and led him out into the alley. It wasn't such a far walk until they stopped right at the Wandmaker's store. He looked around before they fully opened it up and came in being thankful that their cloaks had made it so they were not seen.

"Ah one second please!" A voice traveled from the back of the store as the two removed their hoods until a sliding sound was heard that stopped abruptly. "Ah yes, yes I was wondering when I would be seeing you. Harry Potter." He climbed down the ladder and approached holding out a hand. "Garrick Ollivander at your service Mr. Potter."

"You know who I am?"

"Why of course . You look so much like your father here it was obvious…and those eyes. I'd recognize your mother anywhere with them."

James put a hand on his son's shoulder. "We are here to get a wand for him… if we could specially craft it."

Ollivander smiled as he nodded. "Yes we can but in order we have to see what your affinity is for Mr. Potter." He gestured for the father and son duo to follow him to the back of the store where they stopped. "Wave your hands across these woods and see if any catch your attention."

Harry held up his hand and waved them over before just placing them on the dark wood in front of him looking up bored. "This one I guess."

"No, no Harry. Not what you think….but what you feel."

Harry frowned before he held up his hand again and this time he closed his eyes.

"Let your magic guide you son."

Harry listened to his father's words and as he focused he felt his hand drift to one. Little did the boy realize his other hand raised and reached for another as well pulling out two blocks and setting them on the table above.

"Curious….."

"Harry." James said slightly scoldish. "Ollivander said pick one."

"No no it is alright James." Ollivander seemed to smile as if he had seen a new challenge. "Now for the cores." He led them to a table scattered with different items. "Just like before Harry." He said and Harry nodded, closing his eyes again. His hands reached out and once again his second hand rose as well grabbing two and laying them on top.

"Hmmm Curious." Ollivander grinned as he looked at the materials. "Thestral Hair and Horned Serpent Horn… very curious."

"Curious sir? What's curious?"

"Oh don't mind me Mr. Potter. Just an old man's thoughts."

"Would a thestral hair from a thestral I know be better?"

"You can see one? Well yes, infact I believe that would be a very powerful combination." Harry looked up at his father who sighed and apparate away. "I'm guessing the Potter Thestrals still thrive."

"You know about them?"

"Yes, infact your grandfather would sell me the extras that were not used in potion making." As they finished James reappeared with one in his hands which he handed it to Ollivander who took it and the Horned Serpent horn with the woods. And headed to the back. "Please take a seat."

Harry and James looked at each other as they headed to the seats at the front of the store and waited. They must have fallen asleep because soon Ollivander came out with a case and nudged both their feets. He smiled gently.

"I must say….This was a hard one. I actually caused a fire there due to the difficulty." Ollivander opened the case. "Go Ahead Harry."

Harry looked at his father who gestured for him to continue. He looked straight at the red and light brown wand which at the end of the grip was a small orb with a few inches of grip which went into a spin straight down the wood to the tip almost like a spiral. He reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around it. He gasped as the room brightened and the fires of the candles and fireplace grew stronger.

"Amazing….truly amazing."

James stood up looking from the wand, to Harry, to the flames around them. "What is that wand Ollivander?"

"Eleven inches, unyielding, cypress and red oak blend, with a horned serpent's horn and a thestral's tail hair."

A/N Just to give my forethought with this wand.

Cypress wands are for those who would die a heroic death and are bold and self sacrificing, and the red wood are for those who are use to making fast reactions.

Horned Serpent i thought would be a good connection due to his parsletongue nature and the thestral well I wouldn't want to spoil future plans.