Hey! So once again, anything recognisable belongs to J.K and Damien belongs to Kurinoone. So I know it might be a little early to start talking about this, but should I maybe do the second story in Kurinoone's trilogy too? Let me know! Also please Review!

Everyone sat in a shocked silence as they took in what was just read. Lily sobbed as she remembered seeing James lying on the floor, a pool of blood around his head. She remembered waking up in the hospital, and being told that while her husband was safe, her baby was gone.

James remembered the day Aurors found little Harry's body. After reading that, it was hard to believe that he was still alive. As Dumbledore looked around the room, taking in everyone's expressions, he knew they didn't believe that Harry was alive. "I know what you are all thinking, but you must have faith. Voldemort," all around the room people flinched, "did not kill Harry that night. Something changed his mind, and I believe that if we continue to read, we may find out what." He turned to James and Lily, "I know this is hard, but please, I beg of you to listen with open minds. It may be the only way to get Harry back." 'And win this war,' he thought to himself. He dared not say it aloud, for fear of how the protective parents would react.

Fleur took the book and opened it to the next chapter, clearing her throat with a delicate cough.

Chapter 2: The Dark Prince" She read.

Lily sighed and put down the papers she was desperately trying to mark. Potions was a much more difficult subject than most people gave it credit for. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her tired neck; she had been trying to get all the marking done before she retired to her bed for the night.

She glanced at her surroundings. Her staff quarter at Hogwarts was really homely, despite it being located in the dungeons. She had given the place a woman's touch by decorating the cement walls as best she could. Around her desk she had pictures of her family. She always felt more comfortable to be able to look up from her work and see the face of a loved one. She hardly got a chance to see James anymore. What with her teaching Potions and him out on Auror duty, and then they both were members of the Order of the Phoenix. This took up all of their time. Holidays were the only time she got to be with her family.

Lily gasped. "James, oh Merlin James!" she grabbed James by the arm, shaking him. "James these thoughts! This happened just last night! James this means..."

"Means that we get to see Harry soon..." James trailed off with a grin. He would meet his son again for the first time in over 14 years soon. He wondered how Harry would react. Surely he would be glad to meet his real father? Who knows, he may even get a hug. James settled back onto the couch with a happy smile.

She would have worked for the Order full time if it wasn't for her son, Damien. He had started Hogwarts two years ago and she had taken up the post as the Potions professor as soon as it was offered to her.

"Awww come on mum! I'm a good boy!" Damien whined, yet just like his parents he couldn't help but smile, exited by the prospect of meeting his brother.

"Damien, I'm about as likely to fall for that as James is to quit his job!" Everyone laughed, no matter the reason why he joined, everyone knew that James would never quit his job at the Ministry. He loved it too much.

She knew Damien was going to complain that he couldn't get up to any mischief while his own mother was present but that had hardly been a reason for her not to take the job. She sighed again and took hold of his photo. It was taken only last year when Damien had been a first year. Unlike his older brother, Damien was not a spitting image of James. He still had the black hair but it was not messy like James. He had James' eyes, deep hazel eyes that he always used to get out of trouble, again very much like his father. His features though were like Lily. He had his mother's nose, her mouth and even her smile. He had inherited her fiery temper as well. He was quite a mix of the two. Sirius had taken it on himself to turn Damien into a James rival at trouble making. Of course Damien was all too eager to learn from a Marauder.

Sirius and Damien grinned at each other.

Lily gazed at the picture of James and felt her heart ache with the pain of missing him. She had not seen him for the last two weeks. But that pain was nothing compared to the anguish which took hold of her every time she looked at the picture next to his. The picture had been taken only 3 days before he was….taken. Lily turned her emerald eyes to the portrait of her eldest son, Harry. He was giggling and pointing at her. Her heart constricted so painfully when she looked at her baby. She looked away from the picture and to the small calendar on her desk, the date today, May 31st. She felt her breath hitch in her chest. 'Two months' she thought 'two months exactly and he would have been sixteen years old, starting his sixth year at Hogwarts'.

Damien turned to his mother, "How come I have never seen that picture? I've been in your office countless times for detention, and even more often just visiting you..."

"It has a notice-me-not charm on it, I didn't want you asking questions." Lily explained. "Do you want to see it now?" Damien nodded with a smile, so Lily used a quick accio spell to summon the photo to her. She gently caught it, and carried it with reverence over to Damien. All the children on the couch gathered around, cooing at the sight of little Harry giggling and pointing at them. Damien looked up with wonder in his eyes. He looked straight past Lily to James.

"Dad, he looks just like you." James just smiled, not saying anything. He couldn't wait to see Harry, and he would bet anything that he looked just like him. Fleur cleared her throat and started reading again once Damien set the photo of Harry where everyone could see it, on a table in front of all the couches. He didn't know just how much they were going to need that reminder of Harry's past innocence in the chapters to come...

She had always thought of Harry like this. It was difficult for James to talk to her every time she brought up the subject of Harry and what he would have been doing if he were alive. James had taken the emotional blow of losing a child much harder than had been expected. After all it was his friend that had stolen Harry from right under their roof and had handed him over to a monster. James had vowed to take revenge on both Peter and Voldemort for killing Harry. James had been lucky not to have been killed in the attempt that Peter had made. He had lost a lot of blood and the blow to his head had him knocked out for a whole fortnight. He had always blamed himself since he was not able to protect his son. It took him months to finally utter something other than 'I 'm sorry, Harry…forgive me son….couldn't protect you.'

Arthur looked at James. "It wasn't your fault, no one could have predicted Peters betrayal. You did the best you could, and blaming yourself won't bring Harry back." Lily smiled at Arthurs words and squeezed James' hand, whispering in his ear,

"No, but soon, soon he will come back to us."

Two years later, Damien's arrival gave James a second life. Only with Damien in his life did James become himself again. He was very protective of their second son, even more so than Lily. He still let Damien have his fun though, and even Lily had to admit that there was probably no other child quite as spoilt.

"I'm not spoilt!" Damien cried outraged. Lily smiled at him.

"Oh really, name one thing you haven't gotten." Damien struggled to think of something, before an idea popped into his head.

"The new Firebolt! I haven't got that."

"Damien... the new Firebolt isn't even out yet, you said so yourself a few weeks ago," Hermione gently reminded him.

"Oh..." Damien sunk low in his seat. "Right, well... carry on then." He nodded at Fleur, who resumed reading.

Still, Damien was a good boy, and he never took too much for granted.

Hermione snorted. 'Except his good grades,' she thought.

Lily tore her eyes away from Harry and rubbed them wearily. She got up and made her way to the small living quarter that held her four poster bed. She was just about to snuggle into her bed when a gentle tapping alerted her to the window. She looked out of her oval window and saw a small brown owl gazing at her. Lily smiled and rushed to the window to let the small creature in. The owl hooted happily and immediately stuck out his leg presenting a small scroll. Lily took it gratefully and didn't notice the owl taking flight immediately. Lily knew the letter was from James as he always sent ministry owls. She quickly tore the envelope open and started reading the letter.

Dear Lily

How are you honey? I hope you are keeping out of trouble.

"James, me and you chase Dark Wizards for a living... and you're telling a potions mistress to keep out of trouble?" Sirius said.

"You never know, a student might make a... potion... explode... or something." James defended.

Which reminds me, how is our little troublemaker? Hope you're not keeping him in many detentions.

"I practically live in her office, dad, you gotta save me." Damien whined.

Tell Damy that I have got the World Cup tickets and that we will definitely be going to watch it. Bulgaria and Ireland!

"Yes!" Damien turned to James, "Dad that's fantastic! And we all know who's gonna win.."

"Bulgaria!" Damien and Sirius cried at the same times James shouted, "Ireland!" This was followed by a playful glaring match.

So excited! Can't wait for it! But ahem… how are you keeping dear?

I will hopefully be coming this weekend to see you; maybe we can go to Hogsmeade when I'm over.

Take care sweetheart and give my love to Damy.

James.

Lily smiled and put the letter aside. James and Quidditch, there was just no separating the two. Damien would be pleased though, he had been going on about tickets to this game for the last three weeks. She knew that James supported Ireland while Sirius and Damien had always been Bulgaria fans.

'This ought to be interesting' Lily thought as she crept into her bed and pulled her covers up. She was so tired that she was instantly half asleep. Her last coherent thought was 'I wonder who Harry would've supported…'

James opened his mouth to say Ireland, but was interrupted by a snort from Snape. "Got something to say Snivellus?" Sirius asked sweetly.

"The Potter brat has been raised by the Dark Lord. Use what little sense you have, do you really think that he would be allowed to watch Quidditch?"

This left the majority of the room horrified. The purebloods had been raised playing and watching Quidditch, and to think that Harry was denied that privilege...

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In a darkened room, littered with various books and parchments sat a tall dark haired wizard. His blue eyes were fixed on the glass in his hand, as he sat on his sofa chair. He gazed at the amber liquid inside the glass as if expecting it to change colour. Truth was that he hardly noticed the liquid. His mind was distracted by another, very disturbing matter.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous, very dangerous. In fact, he was certain others thought he was out of his mind to try and pull such a stunt. Blackmailing the Dark Lord was not something to consider lightly. But he knew that if he succeeded in his task, he would have untold powers. He was already in Lord Voldemort's inner circle, part of the elite group of individuals. But the Dark Lord would give him whatever he wanted in exchange for him to keep quiet. He could very well be the most powerful Death Eater. It was worth the risk.

Jason Riley's hand shook as he thought again what he was risking.

He had heard the rumours, whispers among the other Death Eaters about the one who served the Dark Lord. The one who no one had seen but yet knew existed.

Everyone unconsciously leaned forward at this.

He didn't believe it, not completely. He told himself the Dark Prince was just a myth, fabricated and exaggerated to scare them, to keep them in line. But there were the deaths of many talented and powerful Death Eaters that were accredited to the Dark Prince;

Sirius' brow furrowed at this. "But if this Dark Prince works for Voldemort, why would he be killing his men?"

"Maybe they wronged him like Riley is doing," Damien said. "And Voldemort is sending someone else to do the dirty work."

James looked proud of his son's logic.

Yaxley, Davidson, Hugh, Patterson and about half a dozen more were all rumoured to have been killed by the Dark Prince.

"Then he's got nothing against us!" Sirius said, a wide smile on his face. "I never thought Voldemort would help us win the war."

Lily looked unnerved, though. "Those were Death Eaters we've been having a lot of trouble with for the past years."

Remus nodded in agreement. "Whoever this Dark Prince is, he's powerful. And what if Voldemort starts sending him to kill off Order members as well?"

Sirius sobered at this thought. "I'd like to see him try to take me down," Sirius said griml

Meanwhile James had another thought path. He voiced his concerns to the room, "I hope Harry was raised far away from this Dark Prince fellow... He's a bad influence. I don't want my son affiliated with a killer."

Jason brought the glass to his lips and downed the rest of his drink, hoping to drive the cold fear out of his chest. Just as the empty glass touched the table, the lights flickered momentarily before going out altogether. The Death Eater sat frozen in his chair as the room was thrown into darkness. He grabbed for his wand, his knuckles turning white with his strong grip. Slowly he stood up, his eyes darting to all corners of the room.

"Lumos" he whispered and the end of his wand lit but the light was still not enough to be comforting.

Gripping his lit wand tightly in his hand, Jason Riley walked across the room, towards the door. He knew he had come. He was certain of it.

Hermione whimpered. The tension was thick in the air.

Jason opened the door slowly, his mind telling him he should not be this afraid. Standing at the threshold of his door, Jason waited to see if anything happened. He couldn't see anyone. He held his lit wand high above his head but he still couldn't see anyone.

Just as he walked out of the room, he felt it, the sudden change in the air around him. He could almost taste the magic in the air.

"This Dark Prince must be powerful, for this Jason Riley guy to sense his magic. I have to concentrate really hard to sense yours, Headmaster, and your the most powerful wizard I know!" Sirius exclaimed. The Aurors were worried, a powerful wizard killing on You-Know-Who's orders was not a good thing.

He stopped where he was and stood still. Fighting down the panic, he spoke, without turning around to face his visitor.

"I was certain you were going to come." He said, speaking with his back turned.

"And yet, you still weren't prepared." came the reply.

Jason turned around slowly to face his visitor. He was trying his best to peer through the darkness to see him. He could just make out his silhouette.

"You are here to kill me?" Jason asked, fear pulsing through him.

The figure stepped forward so the light from Jason's wand could wash over him. Jason took in the appearance of the wizard standing before him. Clad in dark robes, face hidden behind a silver mask which only exposed the emerald green eyes,

Fleur stopped reading, looking up into Lilys horror stricken eyes. Her emerald green eyes. The room was silent. "Please no." Lily whispered brokenly. "Please don't be Harry."

stood the one who all the Death Eaters had come to fear; the Dark Lord's son, the Dark Prince.

Lily sobbed as Fleur once again stopped. The room looked on in sympathy as James tried to comfort Lily, but failed. How could he reassure her when he himself was feeling the same sadness the same anger. For that's what every occupant in the room felt. As they gazed at the photo of little Harry on the desk, and watched as he giggled at them all, they felt their anger turn to hate. Voldemort had turned that innocent little boy into a killer. A murderer. They all made a silent vow to bring Harry back to them, before it was too late, 'and,' the Aurors silently added, 'kill that monster who made him into a killer.'

"You betrayed Lord Voldemort. Your punishment is death." The words were spoken with a hiss of anger.

"Harry no..." James looked down. His son was so brainwashed by that... that... monster. it broke his heart.

Jason noticed that although the boy before him was holding his wand, he wasn't pointing it at him. He tried to use this to his advantage.

"Get your wand out boy." Growled Moody. Dumbledore looked at him pondering. He seemed to be on Harry's side for now, but would it remain that way once he discovered who was responsible for the death of the Longbottom's?

"If you give me another chance, if you could only give me a chance to apologise. I didn't mean to…AVADA KEDAVRA!" Jason made a sudden move, firing the killing curse at his opponent.

"NO!" Cried James, Lily, Damien, Sirius and Remus. The others watched tensely. They desperately hoped that they wouldn't have their chosen one snatched away from them.

The silver masked wizard leapt out of the way, missing the jet of green light. Jason quickly took aim and tried once again to kill him.

An audible sigh went around the room. Even Snape relaxed from his previously tense position. He was not worried for Harry, but rather Lily. He knew she would not cope with losing her son a second time.

Before the words left his mouth properly, his wand was suddenly wrenched from his hand. The force of the nonverbal disarming spell was so sudden and powerful, it caused the wand to be ripped away from him. The room was plunged into darkness once more as Jason's wand extinguished when it hit the floor.

"Nonverbal and wandless?" Screeched McGonagall. "Albus this boy, he's exceptional." There were nods around the room. Many contemplated the idea of Harry killing Voldemort, after all, it seemed he was capable of doing so.

The Death Eater took his chance and ducked low to avoid getting hit by any curses. He darted towards the staircase, keeping as low as possible. He had raced down the stairs and darted towards the fireplace, aiming to floo out of here. He had only reached the bottom of the steps when he felt a spell zoom over the top of his head. He ducked instinctively. That was when he felt the tip of a wand press into the back of his neck.

"Up!" came the command and the Death Eater slowly rose to his feet.

He was a good three or four inches taller than the Dark Prince but that didn't comfort him in anyway.

"Please" Jason tried again.

The lights flickered on again and Jason found himself looking straight into a pair of startling green eyes, which to his dismay, had no pity in them.

"You're a traitor, and traitors only have one punishment." The Dark Prince hissed at him.

"No Harry... baby please don't..." Lily whispered, raising shaky hands to cover her mouth as she clung to Fleur's every word.

Before Jason could do anything a jet of green light struck him straight between the eyes and the Death Eater fell to the ground, dead. The Dark Prince only took one look at the corpse beside his feet before turning around and leaving. His assignment completed.

Silence suffocated the room. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Lily and James sat, shocked at the turn of events. To be told their child was alive was one thing, but to then find out that he was a killer, an assassin for Voldemort? They didn't know what to do, where to look. They sent shaky smiles to a traumatised Damien, relieved to see his friends comforting him. The poor boy had always wanted a brother, and now that he had one... he found out that he was a brainwashed servant of Voldemort.

The silence was broken by a growl from Sirius, but it was Remus who spoke, murderous intent clear in his voice. "I'll kill him. I'll kill Voldemort for what he's done." For the first and last time no one flinched at the Dark Lords name, to angry to be afraid. Their fear would come though, and with a vengeance, as they had no idea what lied ahead.

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Hey guys. Sorry for the late update. Good news though, I have already started the next chapter so it should be up soon! Yay! Anyway, I was thinking of adding Draco in, maybe when they discover he's Harrys best friend. Thoughts?

Until next time

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