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And Then There Were None by littleaquarianprincess

Format: Novella
Chapters: 17
Word Count: 28,302
Status: Abandoned

Rating: 15+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: Angst
Characters: Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, James, Lily, OC, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Snape, Voldemort

First Published: 09/06/2003
Last Chapter: 04/30/2004
Last Updated: 04/30/2004

The year or so leading up to that famous Halloween when the Magical world said good bye to James and Lily Potter forever.

Chapter 1: Lying in Wait
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“My Lord, we are ready. The armies are ready and in position. All we need now is for you to give the order to attack.” The man stared into the darkness of the unlit room, trying to see his master.

“No, tell them to wait. It is not yet time,” a voice said, drifting from the very depths of the darkness.

“But my Lord, we must-”

“But nothing Avery. You will instruct the armies to move when I tell you. Not anytime before. Is that understood?”

“Yes my Lord. Whatever your wish I will do,” Avery’s voice carried a confused and angered tone that amused his master greatly.

“Good I am glad. I would hate to have to kill a most respected wizard who has great contacts with the Ministry. Now, inform the armies to wait. We will not be attacking for awhile.”

Avery’s head lowered in defeat, he knew better than to question his orders. “Yes, my Lord.”

Voldermort turned away from the doorway where Avery had stood. Something of a smile came on to his face, or what was left of his face. The red eyes, the lipless lips and the almost translucent white skin were un-humanlike, as was Voldermort himself.

“Soon it will be ready. Soon the end will come for all those who appose me. And then we will see how great that crackpot wizard, Albus Dumbledore, really is.” He laughed, not a human laugh, not one full of laughter or enjoyment, but one of anger and to some degree, murderous insanity.


“We are losing ground. Voldermort has now overpowered most of the ministry. I don’t know who to believe is still with us and who are spies. I only know of our own spies and even then I don’t know who to believe.”

James Potter stared in astonishment at the sight of the wizard before him. He had never seen Albus Dumbledore looked defeated or even tired. Yet now, he saw a man who was ready to give up.

“Albus, you can not be serious. We can not give up, he has not won yet.”

Albus looked at him with tired blue eyes. Those blue eyes that used to dance with laughter and shine with strength. Now they only looked offended.

“I have no intention of giving up, James. I was only expressing my belief that the Ministry of Magic is now a loss to our side.”

James felt ashamed. He knew that Dumbledore was the only wizard feared by Lord Voldermort, the most powerful dark wizard since, perhaps, Salazar Slytherin himself. Why would someone in that position give up? He shook his head to clear it. Maybe the lack of sleep had caused him to hallucinate.

“Sorry Albus. Is there any hope for the Minister?”

Dumbledore shook his head, “No, I have seen the pictures. Ogden Blackwatch is dead. He was murdered at least four days ago by Lord Voldermort himself.”

James’ face went even whiter than it had been before. “Ogden’s really gone? I saw him last week, so ready to take on Voldermort, so full of life still. He was a great minister.”

“Yes, but we must move on. We can not trust the next minister; it could be a death eater we don’t know about. It is best we give up on our attempts to work with the Ministry.”

“Yes sir. Now, have you seen Moony anywhere? He was suppose to meet Lily, Harry and I last night at Happy Hog for dinner, but he never showed. You didn’t send him anywhere did you?” James questioned.

Dumbledore shook his head. “No. With the full moon being so close I thought it unwise to send him on any missions until after the transformations. It’s not worth testing the Wolfsbane potion, we don’t know yet if it quite works, and I’d rather not test it in a village full of Muggles.”

James started to panic at this. “But you must have some idea where he is, Albus he would not disappear without you knowledge.”

“I’m telling you James, I don’t know where he is. The last time I saw him it was when you were with him after the Douglas rescue.” Dumbledore was concerned now too. It was unlike Remus Lupin to disappear with out anyone’s knowledge.

“We need to find him, if he transforms who knows what will happen. If he’s around humans, well the results...”James trailed off, worry taking over him.

“I’m quite well aware of the dangers of a werewolf around humans. But you mustn’t worry about Remus. He has been a werewolf since he was four. He knows how to take care of himself in public,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“I know sir, but I’m worried. Sirius is on the Redhearth guard and I feel quite helpless staying put.”

“You know why I’m making you stay there, James. It’s not about you, it’s about Har-”

“Yes I know that. But it doesn’t make it any easier for me to accept that I must stay behind while every other Auror in the entire god-damn Order is out fighting, while Lily and I are stuck in Hogwarts.”

“You need to raise your son James. Lily can’t do it on her own. Not with the prophecy and the fact that it could be your son that Voldermort chooses.” Dumbledore pushed.

“I love being with Harry and Lily, I do. I just wish we didn’t have to hide from the world. I wanted Harry to have a normal life. I don’t want it to be full of death and destruction. I won’t let it.” James said defiantly.

“In the end, that will not be your choice. It will be Voldermort’s decision what kind of life your son leads, whether it be peaceful or not. Now go James, Lily is waiting for you.” Dumbledore rose from his chair, signalling the end of the meeting.

James glared for a second at Dumbledore then turned to leave the office. When he reached the door he turned back.

“Let me know anything you hear about Remus,” he said quietly. “Even if it isn’t good, let me know and let Sirius and Peter know as well.”

After seeing Dumbledore’s nod, James Potter left the office. Dumbledore sat down heavily in his chair. The war was taking all his strength, though he didn’t want to show it. Voldermort knew he tired and would grow stronger at the thought.

The war was coming and he knew his side wouldn’t be ready.



Chapter 2: Reminiscing Old Times
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Authors Note: Hey thanks to the two people that responded, I’m glad someone reads my stories.

To answer one query:

LTDan – Don’t worry, that thing with Remus being thought of as a possible spy wont effect my story – it will only add to it!!!

Anywayz heres the new chapter don’t forget to R/R.



Chapter Two – Reminiscing Old Times

Voldermort entered the brightly lit kitchen. The broken and smoking door lay behind him, the Death Eaters on the other side watching anxiously, waiting for their signal to enter.

The house was dead, the explosion the moment before had rattled the old house, white manor and it now stood silent. Voldermort listened carefully for noise, the slightest shuffle or murmured word. When he heard nothing he signalled for the group outside the door to enter.

All wore the standard disguise- black cloaks with the hoods drawn over their faces. Each cloak was simple in design if not simple not nature. Each individual cloak was charmed with its own self defence and was woven with designs of ancient healing and protecting runes. The cloaks were deadly to one who did not own them, each had been individually made for the likes of the Death Eater who wore it.

A voice sounded in Voldermort’s ear, “We have everywhere surrounded my Lord. Everything is exactly as you ordered it. But there might a small problem.”

“Lucius,” Voldermort hissed. “Do not toy with me. Get the flaw fixed and proceed with the plan.”

“But sir, it is a full moon.”

Voldermort moved quickly but silently to the nearest window, seeming to glide rather than walk. He looked out and saw, to his horror; it was indeed a full moon.

“Well,” he said, to Lucius’ surprise he was quite calm. “This does make things quite interesting, doesn’t it.”


“You say you haven’t seen him? Alright Alastor, I didn’t think you would of. Can you check that Mundungus and Sturgis Podmore haven’t had any contact with Remus either? ...” Dumbledore paused, listening.

“Thanks Alastor. I wouldn’t normally be worried but with the full moon…… yes well, keep in touch, good night.”

Dumbledore rose from the fire. He’d been there all afternoon, since James had left, trying to contact various members of the Order of the Phoenix about Remus Lupin. But none of the different guards of the anti-Voldermort group had seen the man since he had returned from the Douglas rescue over two days ago.

Now Dumbledore started to worry. If Remus was not with James, Alastor Moody or Sirius Black then there wasn’t many other places he could be. Due to his condition, Remus was not accepted in many places in the wizarding world. He was shunted all his life and Dumbledore knew that Remus constantly worried about being a burden to the Order.

There was a POP and Sirius Black appeared in Dumbledore’s fire for the second time that night. His handsome face lit up slightly when he saw the Headmaster still in his office.

“Albus, your still here! I’ve just been informed that Death Eaters are moving towards the Berry’s village as we speak. Apparently Voldermort found out about Frederick Berry turning traitor on him.”

“Frederick Berry? You’re quite sure Sirius?” Dumbledore knelt by the fire once more.

Sirius nodded. “One of our guards here received an owl only minutes ago. Albus, we’ve got to get the Berry’s out of there!”

“They’ve already gone. Frederick Berry and his wife fled their home this morning and have moved to a safer location. It was against my advice, but I can see now this was a good move.”

“Yes, well, Fred always did have a knack for knowing when to move and when to stay. Lets hope the Death Eaters cant track them.” Sirius’ eyes unfocused for a moment, a clear sign someone was talking to him at his end of the fire.

“Dumbledore, Amos Diggory has just arrived here. He looks bad, he’s raving on about someone attacking him in the middle of his watch. I’ve got to go help the others.” Sirius disappeared with a POP once more, leaving Dumbledore to puzzle the news he’d received.

How did Voldermort now of Frederick’s spying? The only people who knew of his movements were Sirius, Alastor Moody and Dumbledore himself. And now his minions would be attacking the manor of one of their ex-fellow Death Eaters.

Something was not right. Voldermort shouldn’t have found out for at least another three days- enough time for Dumbledore to secure a location for Frederick Berry and his wife. Someone had left the information slip and there weren’t many people who had had the information.


“James, would you stop pacing? They’ll find him; he’s probably not even lost. Remus might have decided to take a day or two break, I know the Douglas rescue was hard on him; being so close to the full moon,” Lily Potter pleaded with her husband as she watched him wear holes in the carpet of their living room.

James stopped for a moment, “Where is he Lily? He would tell us where he was if he was only on a break, you know he would. You know we all promised before we joined the order that we would let the others know where we were all the time. This isn’t like him!” He then resumed his pacing.

Lily sighed. She knew that the bond between the Marauders was as strong as the bond she shared with James herself. Nothing on earth could stop those four from keeping in contact with each other, not even at the risk of being found.

“What about your mirrors? Surely Remus would have his with him??” Lila suggested.

James shook his head regretfully, “We decided it wasn’t safe to have the mirrors on us anymore. We broke them almost two months ago. Only Sirius and I still have ours.”

James resumed his pacing as Lily sighed in frustration. She had to do something to get James’ mind off all the horrible thought she knew he was having.

Suddenly, as if he could read his mothers mind as he sat on her lap, Harry spoke;

“Dadda….’nitch” and giggled in delight.

James’ mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Wha- what? What did he just say?”

Lily laughed, “I think he was trying to say ‘Snitch’, James. Oh and the word before that was dadda.”

“I can’t believe it. My son’s first word in Snitch! Harry, that’s the way little chap!” James said as he took his son from Lily and twirled him around in the air. “Did you hear him Lily? Harry’s going to be the best Seeker in the world. Look at him, focused on the Snitch from the start.”

“Alright James, yes, he’s going to be great at Quidditch. Now will you put him down before he spews all over you?” Lily said.

At this James hurriedly put Harry done on the floor. The small baby crawled around the room. Then suddenly a thought crossed his mind.

“Hold on, Harry’s only four months old. What’s he doing talking this early?”

Lily looked up at him from the floor next to Harry. “I don’t know really. Maybe it was gas….or maybe” she added as James looked crestfallen, “Maybe he’s just exceptionally bright.

“Any child of yours is bound to be smart, Lily. You always were the smartest girl in school. And the prettiest,” James smiled as his wife blushed.

“Oh I don’t know James, Sirius told me once that you said I was the ugliest Gryffindor in our year.”

James looked shocked for a moment and then laughed heartily. “Oh that was Sirius just trying to get you to go out with him. He always did like you back then.”

“Well actually I did think he was quite handsome. Remember I did go to the Yule ball with him, when you asked that horrible Prudence Patil. My God, I don’t know how you could stand her.”

“I only asked her because you were angry at me! That was one of the worst nights of my life, listening to Prue drone on about her acne problems while I watched you and Sirius dance the night away.”

Lily pretended to cry mockingly for a minute, before standing to pull her husband close to her. “Oh you poor thing. Now it’s Sirius that’s out cold while I’m stuck with you, Mister I-Wont-Dance.”

James wrapped his arms around Lily and smiled down at her. “You wouldn’t want to dance either if you had two left feet. Not everyone took ballet and jazz as a child.”

“Ohhh that would have been so sweet to see a little James in a tutu, prancing around.” Lily giggled at the mental images playing in her head.

“And with that disturbing image in my head, I think I’ll kiss you so you’ll shut up. Or do you have a problem with that, too?” James said.

Lily only responded by reaching up and linking her hands behind James’ neck. He leaned down to kiss her; he could taste her raspberry lip gloss that she so often wore. Just as their lips met, Harry laughed happily on the floor. But he was unheard by his parents as they sunk onto the couch, very much the teenagers they had been only a few years ago.


Well there it was, hope you liked it. Don’t be afraid to ask me anything about it, criticise ok? It’s the only way I no what im doing wrong.

SO R/R and the next chapter will be up in a few days.

Chapter 3: When Light Meets Dark
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Authors Note: alrite here is my third chapter, which was quite easy to write, even though I don’t know what I wrote and it probably clashes with the rest of the story but o well. Please R/R and don’t be afraid it flame my story – at least you’re honest.


Chapter Three – When Light Meets Dark

Severus Snape entered the room. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. Soon he could see the out line of a human-like shape.

“You asked for me, my Lord?” he said in the direction of shadow.

“Indeed Severus, I did. I have been informed that the latest potion disaster was not entirely accidental. In fact, one of your fellow Death Eaters reported seeing you purposeful add extra ingredients to the potion; ingredients that would make the draught useless. Please tell me this isn’t so, Severus.”

Snape felt himself pale, but he was grateful that in the darkness, Lord Voldermort couldn’t see him. “My Lord, I assure the mix up of ingredients was purely incidental. I was simply trying to do too many potions at one time and forgot which cauldron held which potion.”

“I’m doubtful in believing you Severus, it is not like you to make such a trivial mistake,” Voldermort said. Snape heard him move closer to where he stood.

“You are one of my most faithful and loyal subjects and the fact that you loathe James Potter and Sirius Black, well, it speaks very highly of your judgement. Never let it be said again Severus, that you might be deliberately halting my progression to power.”

Severus bowed his head. “Yes my Lord. I will work harder for you, my Lord. I will show myself to be worthy to follow you, my Lord.”

Voldermort smiled his human-less smile. “Yes indeed you will. Indeed you will.”


Severus Snape entered the office belonging to Albus Dumbledore. He blinked again, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the extremely bright lights of the room, which seemed to be exaggerated after entering the dark room of Lord Voldermort.

Albus Dumbledore was easy to distinguish, sitting behind his desk on the raised platform at one end of the circular office. He looked up as Severus entered, but his face showed he did not approve of Snape’s presence.

“What do you want, Mister Snape? I have already told you, the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is not available to you. You are too inexperienced and I do not want you teaching in my school.”

Snape glared at the Headmaster, who he had always despised. “I do not want your teaching job, Professor. I can assure, if I wanted to teach, I would most certainly apply at Durmstrang, where the Dark Arts is treated with respect.”

Dumbledore shook his head. “It is a shame you could not have been a different man. You could have been a great person. Instead you waste your life by squandering the dreams of others and messing around with endless and useless potions.”

“I have come here to deliver a message, not to listen to your incessant raqmblings.” Snape was now scowling more than ever.

“Then I suggest you deliver your message and leave. I do not have the time nor the patience to put up with you. Speak!”

“It is coming.” Snape said this clearly and before Dumbledore could react he pulled out a silver arrow, which must have been a portkey because he was gone.

Dumbledore sat in his office chair and pondered the meaning of this message for some time. He knew what it was and it wasn’t good.


Sirius was in a cave. It was a dark cave, damp and pungent. It was the kind of cave not even a homeless person would chose to live in, yet Sirius was there. He didn’t know why and he didn’t know how. All he knew was he was there.

On the walls of the cave all around him were pictures. And Sirius recognised the people in the pictures - still, Muggle-like pictures. There was James, Lily and Harry in one picture; Dumbledore was there; and Peter Pettigrew in another. And then there was the moving picture, the only wizarding photo.

In the photo was Remus Lupin. He was blindfolded and being carried along on a stretcher. He was howling and clawing out like a human about to change into a werewolf. And then Sirius realised as he glanced out the cave door to the full moon, he was a human about to change into a werewolf.

Every time Remus howled, one of the cloaked figures carrying the stretcher would reach out and thump him in the head. Remus would then lie still and from what Sirius could tell it looked like he was repeatedly being knocked unconscious, only to wake a few minutes later, in more agony than before.

Then the picture was gone and Sirius was being pulled out of the cave. The world went black around him and when he opened his eyes he found himself in bed. Sirius sat up quite suddenly and experienced the pain felt when one thumped their head on the base of the bunk above them.

Quickly he cleared his head and ignored the dull ache that promised to become a severe migraine later. He swung his legs over the bed and quickly exited the room he shares with two other members of the guard he was working with at the moment.

The Redhearth Guard was currently made up of about 13 Aurors and 3 ex-Ministry members. There was also Amos Diggory, who was currently spending his time in the hospital tent, recovering from snake attack – believed to be the work of Lord Voldermort of course.

‘God damn serpent tongue’ Sirius hissed in his mind as he wove his way through the tents that dotted the small field. The Guard tried to keep everything looking Muggle on the outside, even if the insides of the tents were anything but non-magical.

Finally he reached the edge of the field, where an extremely solid tent stood in place. A makeshift wooden sign hang from a pole outside, reading:

The Redhearth Pub

All Guard members welcome


· Chairs

· Booze

· Food

· Women

Sirius ignored the sign and entered the pub. It was almost completely empty except for one entirely drunk guard member in the corner who was surrounded by at least three women. Sirius headed straight for the fire in the very corner of the room. Taking some powder from the pot on the hearth, he threw it into the fire and commanded “James and Lily Potter”

The fire erupted into purple flames and Lily’s head appeared in the flames.

“Sirius,” she greeted warmly, but he couldn’t help notice the dark rings under her eyes.

“Lily, I’m sorry to bother you at this hour. I can come back later???”

But Lily shook her head, “No Sirius, its fine. I was up tending to Harry anyway. I suppose you want to talk to James?” she said smiling.

Sirius smiled ruefully and Lily laughed, “I thought so. I’ll have to go wake him, he always seems to manage to sleep through when Harry wakes up in the middle of the night.”

Lily left the flames for a moment and James appeared. Unlike Lily, he looked fresh and alert. “Padfoot, this is quite early for you. What’s up?”

“James I just had the most interesting of dreams. It was about Moony and I think it might have been more than a dream. He been taken James, if my dreams are real. He’s been taken by Death Eaters.”

To Sirius’ surprise James did not look worried. “I’m sure it was only a dream Sirius. What would the Death Eaters want with Moony? Go back to sleep Padfoot, you obviously need your rest.”

“But James, that’s just it. Why wouldn’t they want Moony? After all he is a werewolf and deadly to humans. He’s tight with Dumbledore and defiantly would know his plans. He’d be the perfect person to capture, all they would have to do is wait for him to transform and he wouldn’t know what was going on.”

James looked slightly sick now. “They wouldn’t want him, Sirius. No they cant have taken him. It just isn’t possible.”

“Prongs, just because you don’t want to believe doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. The dream was real Prongs, I know it. I can feel it.”

“Have you told this to Dumbledore or to Peter. You need to tell them straight away. I’d do it but….” James trailed off with an embarrassed expression.

“But you know you won’t be able to because you don’t believe it yourself?” Sirius finished for him, full of sympathy for his best friend.

He knew James found it hard to accept any sort of personal loss, having been sheltered from it most of his life. Sirius, on the other hand, had experience it all his life and could deal with it more effectively.

“Thanks Padfoot. Really,” James said.

Suddenly Sirius remembered Lily. “Hey Prongs, how’s Lily?”

James looked surprised at the random question. “Fine, why?”

“Just when she answered the fire just now, she looked at the point of death. Oh never mind, probably just me. Anyway I must go, the rest of the Guard will be waking up soon. Bye Prongs”

“Keep in touch Padfoot. Bye.”


James got up from the fire in the living room, still puzzled by Sirius’ questions about Lily. She was fine wasn’t she? Would James, her husband, know if his Lily was ill?

He climbed the stairs and entered Harry’s nursery. He quietly crept across the room and found his wife asleep in the rocker, Harry in her arms. Gently he picked up his sleeping son and placed him the basinet. James drew the blankets over him and kissed Harry’s forehead before turning back Lily.

He reached down and carefully placed his arms around her and lifted her from the chair. She was lighter than he remembered, but then, when was the last time he carried her? It had been awhile. She opened her eyes long enough to place her arms around James neck as he carried her from the nursery to their own bedroom.

As softly as he could, he laid her on the bed, pulling the covers over her. He sat on the edge of their bed, watching his beautiful but obviously exhausted wife sleep. She looked so peaceful, her red hair splaying out on the pillow, her pale skin brightening the dark green sheets covering her.

After only a few minutes, as if she could feel James’ gaze, Lily reached out with one hand. She pulled James so he was lying next to her and snuggled up to him, burying her head in his chest. He put his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He listened as their hearts beat in time and Lily’s breathing deepened as she fell into a deep sleep.

James however, did not want to sleep. He lay with his arms around her for hours, not wanting to move and wake her, not wanting to move at all. He loved being able to be close to Lily, he loved her more than anything. He loved the smell of her hair, the colour of her eyes, her laugh. He loved that he could just watch her sleep and not have to worry about him catching her.

Suddenly, as if she could read his thoughts, Lily stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She titled her head to look up at James before somehow managing to move even closer to him.

“Lily,” he whispered, not sure if she had gone back to sleep.

“Yes James?” she murmured, her voice muffled by James’ chest.

“Are you alright? You haven’t been sleeping much lately.”

Lily sighed. “No I haven’t. I haven’t been able to sleep like I just have for a long time.”

James looked down at her, immediately concerned. “But why haven’t you said anything?”

“It’s just nightmares James, that’s all. Just silly nightmare involving you being killed and Harry being killed and oh James I don’t think I could live if you were dead.” Lily finished in choked voice, as if she was struggling to hold back tears to no avail.

“Lily, I’m not going anywhere and neither is Harry. I’m sorry but your going to be stuck with me, I don’t plan on dying until after you. That way you’ll never know what its like to live without me.” James pulled himself up so he could look down at Lily. He reached down and brushed the stray hair away from her face.

“You don’t know that James. What if something happens while you’re with the Order? What if –” Lily’s tears overcame her then and she took a deep breath before continuing.

“When you carried me in here last night, I just felt safe. Like nothing in the world could harm me when you put your arms around me. For the first time in about three months I didn’t have a nightmare.”

James tightened at her words. He knew she was scared; he was scared too, in a way. James didn’t want to have to live without having Lily there, it would always feel like there would be something missing.

“I’ll always be here Lil, I promise.”


Authors Note: Another chapter done, YAAH. Wow that turned out to be the longest chapter so far, I’m impressed with myself. *Ahem*

I noticed that not many people actually read my story but o well. I like it anyway.

If you have got this far, thanks and please review even one word will do.

Chapter 4: He Thought He Knew
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Authors Note: here the next chapter and it was by far the hardest one to right!

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DICLAIMER: nothing is mine


Chapter Four – He Thought He Knew

Voldermort summoned his Death Eaters using Wormtail. They appeared in only a few seconds as he knew they would. They were to afraid not to come at once. Little did they know he had no intention to kill one of them, the Death Eaters were to valuable.

“Good evening my loyal ones. I see you have returned to me as all ways. That is good to see. Such faithfulness with always be rewarded greatly. But I have not summoned you here to test your loyalty. No, I have a far more joyful and pleasant task.”

Severus Snape fidgeted slightly. He didn’t like the sound of whatever his master was planning. Snape wasn’t there for the killing side, only for the fact he didn’t want to support Dumbledore. Also the potions side; as the potion master of the Death Eaters, he was allowed to make potions that he had once dreamed of making.

“Tonight I have a treat for you. I have two of the most respected wizards of the good side at our disposal. Would you like to meet them?” Voldermort grinned as cheers rang out from the Death Eaters that surrounded him.

“Guard,” he called in his icy voice. Suddenly two people were thrust into the room. They fell to the floor and remained still.

Voldermort pointed his wand at them. “Get up,” he commanded. “I have no time for your pathetic show of weakness.”

The figures rose slowly but the hoods of their cloaks covered their faces. Then they titled their heads so the hoods fell back to reveal their faces. Gasps arose from the Death Eaters, everyone of them recognised the wizards before them.

Voldermort smiled in glee. “I’m sure I don’t need to introduce to you all…”


Well that was a short chapter I no, but nah just jokes this aint the end , I just needed a pause for effect


“Frank Longbottom! But how master?” Avery said from beside Snape. “And Alice too….. Quite amazing….”

“You doubted me Avery? You thought I wasn’t able to capture two of the Ministries most powerful wizards? I’m deeply insulted Avery” Voldermort sneered at the quaking Death Eater.

“Oh no master, I never doubted you master. I just never expected Frank and Alice Longbottom master. I was expecting… well I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“Avery I suggest you shut up and the Dark Lord carry out his plans,” Lucius Malfoy hissed from the other side of the circle. The other Death Eaters nodded in agreement and looked anxiously at their master.

“Yes master,” they murmured. “Tell us you plans.”

Voldermort smiled. “Well tonight, I thought I’d let you decide the plans. You get to decide what we do and how much. After all soon I’ll be sending you out into the world to fight your own battles and work to your own devices.”

Most Death Eaters looked shocked except for Malfoy who confidently smirked.

“Excellent, my Lord.”

Voldermort turned to Malfoy. “Ah Lucius… I knew you’d approve. Would you like to go first?”

Snape was surprised as Malfoy shook his head. “Not this time master. No, I think Severus would be the perfect person for this job. And I think we should use the Cructius curse.”

Voldermort looked surprised as he glanced at Snape before turning back to Malfoy. “Alright Lucius, if that is what you wish. Severus Snape will torture the Longbottoms.”

Snape felt sick to his stomach as he stepped forward – into the middle of the circle to face Frank and Alice Longbottom. Frank, who had been Head Boy in the year ahead of him and Alice who had been Head Girl. He had known Frank, seen him fly as the Ravenclaw Keeper and had often admired his friendly, easy way of treating everyone. He had never looked down on Snape, even if he was a Slytherin.

And Alice; sweet, kind girl she had been. Alice had helped several students pass their Transfiguration OWLs, including Snape. She had been a symbol of Hufflepuff; she represented everything the house stood for.

Now Snape faced them and could see the defiance in their faces. They showed none of their kindness and were obviously prepared to fight. Franks face was creased in concentration as he muttered something under his breath. Alice’s hair framed her face in frizzy waves, giving off the appearance of insanity.

“Hurry up Snape. Before I think you’ve turned soft on us,” Lucius hissed. But Voldermort cut across him.

“Give him time Lucius. You have to be in the right frame of mind to perform one the Unforgivable Curses. We don’t want our potions master suffering an any consequences.”

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at the Longbottoms. He forced himself not to look at their faces, into their eyes. He opened his mouth and bellowed before he could stop himself; “Crucio.”

A jet of brilliant, startling red light burst from Snape’s wand and flowed to Alice’s chest. She screamed in agony and writhed as the pain filled her entire being, searing her skin and breaking her bones. She dropped to her knees as Frank tried to help her. She pushed him away and the pain and anger in his face was evident.

Snape tried to pull away but found he couldn’t break the connection. The light continued to flow. He tried desperately to turn his wand tip away from Alice, not wanting to cause her any more pain. He used both hands and still only just managed to turn the wand away from Alice, ending the spell.

She collapsed to the ground and lay motionless. Frank knelt beside her, sadness and misery contorting his handsome face. He looked over and glared at Snape, his anger for him evidently as great as the hatred Snape felt for himself.

“Well done Severus,” Voldermort said from beside him. Snape turned to him, still panting slightly from the effort the spell had used. “Well done. But I think you’ve had enough fun for today, why don’t we let the others deal with Frank Longbottom and you can just watch?”

Snape nodded and backed away to the outside of the circle. Alice and Frank were still on the floor, but at Voldermort’s signal Avery stepped forward and pulled Frank to his feet.

Then Lucius stepped forward. Without even the slightest hesitation, a corrupted smile playing on his face, he cast the curse, “Crucio”

Unlike Alice, Frank did not cry out. He fell to his knees and his head hung but he could not give the Death Eaters the satisfaction of his scream. Frank bit hard on his lip until it bled but slowly he raised his head. He looked at Voldermort with eyes filled with triumph. The curse did not hurt him as much as Voldermort had hoped.

Snape was relieved at this until Voldermort said quietly, “Avery, Nott and Bella double the effect.” At once three beams of red light shot from the wands of the Death Eaters. Two of the beams hit Alice Longbottom, who writhed in pain, her screams filling the room. The third beam hit Frank, joining Malfoy’s curse. The combined effect caused Frank to fall. The once strong, great and good Head Boy of Hogwarts fell to the ground and screamed in pain. As he did a cheer rang from the Death Eaters and Voldermort smiled.

Snape looked round at the Death Eaters. They were all smiling and laughing now, they had broken the wizards. Bile rose in his throat. He was disgusted in himself. How could he of helped them do this? The Death Eaters had tortured these two courageous people to the point where they would become insane and he had been part of it.

All his life Severus Snape had been proud of always knowing who he was and what he would become. Now he was sickened at that person.

Voldermort called quietly again, ordering the removal of the curses. The beams of red stopped but the Longbottoms remained on the ground, motionless and pale. Lucius Malfoy wandered over to them and reached down to pick up something that had fallen from the cloak of Frank Longbottom.

He glanced at and laughed. The paper fell to the floor and Snape could see it was a photo. As Lucius, Voldermort and the rest of the Death Eaters left the room, some kicking Frank and Alice as they went, Snape hung back. He stooped and picked up the photo.

Vomit rose in this throat again as he stared down at a chubby, laughing baby. Staring back at him was four month old Neville Longbottom.


Well there it was - the next one shuld b out in a couple of days.

Chapter 5: Mistrust and Madness
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Chapter Five – Mistrust and Madness

Voldermort stood alone in the dark room. He liked the darkness, it cleared his mind and concentrated his power.

He was deep in thought about Severus Snape and the Longbottoms. His Potions master had never had a problem with torture, he’d always enjoyed it or so the Dark Lord thought. But then he realised – Snape never did want to be the one to torture.

There was a knock at the door. Voldermort turned towards, annoyed. “What?”

“My Lord, Severus Snape has left the house,” Wormtail said anxiously from the door.

“Are all the other Death Eaters here? Did he take anyone with him?” Voldermort asked, although he was already aware of the answer.

“No, my Lord. They are all waiting in their rooms as you instructed. He has gone alone.”

“Leave me now Wormtail. I shall deal with Severus Snape later.” Voldermort waited until Peter Pettigrew had left the doorway before turning his back on it.

“So Severus, you plan to defy me after all.”


James appeared the kitchen just as Lily was about to sit down with a cup of tea. When she saw him she jumped back up, nearly spilling scalding tea on her jeans.

“Thank God your back, James.”

James crossed the kitchen to stand in front of her. “Hello to you to, oh-gorgeous-one. What’s up with the desperate welcome?” he smiled.

Lily sat down again on the couch and looked up at him, “Nothings up with it, I just don’t like it when you leave me and Harry here that’s all.”

“Well we can’t very well take Harry with us to the Ministry can we? He’s only a baby. It just makes sense for you to stay here with him.”

“But you could stay here with him for once. Why does it always have to be me? You’re the only one who can make him stop crying, he won’t sleep when it’s only me here.” Lily looked quite sad when she said that last part.

“Oh Lily of course he does, he loves you. The only reason he doesn’t cry with me is that I give him chocolate when your not looking.” James smiled sheepishly as he joined her on the couch.

“JAMES! That’s the worst thing for him while he’s teething. You promised you wouldn’t,” Lily said aspiration. She glared at her husband who laughed and pulled her into a bear hug.

Lily tried to resist the caress but as James began to massage the back of her neck she could feel her anger at him for always leaving her behind melting away. She closed her eyes and leant into him, comforted by the warmth that radiated from him. Within minutes she was fast asleep.

James looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms and sighed, “I guess I’ll wait till the morning to tell you what’s been happening then.”


Snape entered his house, flicking on every light switch he came across as he made his way through the house. Then, coming to his senses, he went back through and switched them all off and pulled out his wand.


Using the light that came from the tip of his wand, Snape made his way through his small cottage until he came to the black, reinforced door. After muttering the twenty one different charms that kept it locked he pulled open the door.

He looked around at the different cauldrons set on simmer; the shelves of books and the vials and containers of ingredients (everything from black beetle eyes to extract of pig bile to unicorn blood). His lab was filled with ingredients that would land him in Azkaban should the Ministry of Magic ever find it.

Suddenly and not really knowing why, he reached out shoved his fist through the vials stacked on a desk. Pieces of glasses and slime flew every where and Snape’s hand bled where his fist had connected with the vials.

He rampaged around the lab, smashing everything. Soon there was nothing left but pieces of glass and ripped pages from the books that had been flung to the floor. Smoke hazed the room; it billowed from the overturned cauldrons. The stone floor was filled with holes where acidious potions had burned straight through.

Snape looked around the broken room that had once been his pride and joy. What had happened? Why was he so out of control? Snape felt the anger surge through him, but it subsided before he could get an answers.

Something inside of him was changing; something he couldn’t explain and didn’t want to have to explain. But he knew he couldn’t go back to Voldermort. The searing pain on his left forearm told him that. The Dark Lord was angry with him, very angry. But for the first time, Snape didn’t care.


Dumbledore had been searching for hours but he couldn’t find anyone that had seen Remus since he had returned from the Douglas rescue almost five days ago. All members of the Order were required to check in every three days so Dumbledore could be sure that all were alive and well. But Remus Lupin had not checked in five days.

Dumbledore rose and walked over to the wall to check how everyone in the order was doing. There were rows and rows of witches and wizards on his Life Chart, all of them with their own individual life line under their name.

He flicked his eyes down the chart, almost missing it. But his eyes quickly moved back to the two red filled life lines right next to each. Then he checked the number in the corner of the photos; two. So it had been two days since Alice and Frank Longbottom had checked in with him and he would bet his life, tomorrow they would not check in again.

Dumbledore walked over to his fire. Throwing the Calling Powder into the flames he yelled, “James Potter, get here right now.”

The flames turned purple and within seconds a large lump was crawling out of the fire. The lump- when it straightened – was James Potter, looking very much still asleep. “What is it Dumbledore? I only just got Lily to sleep”

“Wait a moment James, I need the others,” Dumbledore turned back to the fire as James collapsed into an armchair. Dumbledore quickly Called Sirius Black; Peter Pettigrew, Alastor Moody and Arthur Weasley. Each one looked half asleep except for Moody, who never really looked anything.

James rose from his seat again and half glared at Dumbledore, “So what is this all about?” The others nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore quickly sat back down at his desk, where he could see and face them all. “I’ve called you here because of what I found on the chart. Alice and Frank Longbottom have been attacked.” He paused as the group collectively gasped, “I don’t know where they are, the chart only says the last time they checked in was two days ago and that their health is red line.”

Arthur stepped forward; his face visibly paled, causing his freckles to stand out more than usual. “Albus, it cant be true. Is there anyway the chart could make a mistake?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “I’m sorry Arthur, but it isn’t possible. That chart is as smart as your family’s clock. Alice and Frank are near dead. And I need all of your help to find them. Can everyone help?”

Everyone nodded, now all completely wide awake. “Good. Sirius and James, I want you to go to the Longbottoms house. The chances are that they were attacked and tortured in their own home. Moody I want you, Arthur and Peter to return to your Guards and ask for their help. Search everywhere in your guard ranges.”

The men nodded and one by one left the office through the fire. As James and Sirius, the last to leave, were about to step into the flames, James turned to face Dumbledore and opened his mouth to speak.

But before he could, the door to Dumbledore’s office burst open and Remus Lupin walked in.


Ohhh I no that’s mean to leave it there. But to be honest I don’t know whats been happening with Remus and I need time to think!!!! Lol quite pathetic I no but yeh. Oh well hoped you liked it!


Chapter 6: Alone in the Dark
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Chapter Six – Alone in the Dark

Snape had remained in his lab for some time now, but it seemed as if he’d only been in the chamber with the Longbottoms five minutes ago. He didn’t really know what to do; he couldn’t go back to Voldemort – he’d know by now that Snape had left the house when he wasn’t meant to. And he couldn’t go to any friends as they were all involved in the Dark Lords circle.

He basically had no one that could help him. Except Dumbledore, but he really didn’t want to go to Dumbledore. He could just see the faces of the Marauders when he begged for help. But if he went and offered information, that would be different.

He could tell Dumbledore about Frank and Alice Longbottom. He would probably know about their disappearance but they would never find them without his help. The Longbottom’s home, where they had been killed, was at the moment protected by many Dark Arts charms that Dumbledore wouldn’t know about. Only someone bearing the Dark Mark could penetrate them. The charms and hexes would last at least a year after the Dark Lord had left and Snape knew he planned to leave that night. The Longbottoms could be rescued tomorrow.


James was the first to react. He removed his foot from the fire and rushed across the room to embrace Remus like a brother. When he let go, Remus was immediately ambushed again by Sirius and then he watched tiredly as James and Sirius war danced around him, whooping like first years.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and smiled at the Marauder’s antics.

“Well Remus, where have you been?”

At these words Sirius and James sobered and turned to face Remus again. Both looked at him curiously. Remus yawned and slumped into his seat.

“Well, that’s the thing, I don’t really know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” James asked.

“I don’t know what I’ve done since I got back from the Douglas rescue. I remember that the full moon was coming and returning to my home, ready to wait it out, but I can’t remember anything after I went to sleep that night. About an hour ago I found myself in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron at an empty table with nothing in front of me.” Remus looked quite confused as he said this, as if he hadn’t actually known this information until he said it aloud.

James and Sirius were stunned, but Dumbledore only looked curious.

“When you went home from the rescue, was there anything waiting for you? Mail, perhaps?”

Remus shook his head. “My flat was empty and I went straight into my Transformation room. There was nothing strange at all.”

“Then what about during your mission? Or maybe at the Leaky Cauldron when woke up, so to speak, was there anyone paying attention to you?’

“Headmaster, sir, I am a werewolf, people spend their lives trying to ignore me. There as no one paying attention.” Remus insisted. He slumped down in his chair and yawned again.

“Well Moony, I think you’d better get some sleep. Sirius and I have to go search Frank and Alice Longbottom’s home. They’ve been attacked or gone missing,” James said, as Sirius and Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Remus also nodded and turned to leave the room, but Dumbledore said quickly, “No, Remus, do not return to your house, it will not be safe. I’ll arrange a private area in the castle for you to stay in for awhile.” Remus nodded again and returned to his seat.

“Take care Padfoot. Don’t forget to be careful, you too; Prongs,” he mumbled as his friends stepped into the fire one by one and left in a roar of green fire. Dumbledore left the office for a moment to arrange rooms for Remus and when he returned he found the man sound asleep in his chair.


Voldemort left the house. The Death Eaters each had a Portkey for their own individual use; it would take them back to Malfoy castle, situated in Champagne, France. The castle belonged to Lucius Malfoy and was the perfect place for him to plan for his ultimate triumph over the wizarding world.

Wormtail was not with him now, Albus Dumbledore had called him and he had to go. Wormtail was still a very much valued member of Dumbledore’s group and it would cause suspicion if he did come when he was needed.

So the Dark Lord was alone in the castle, the first of the Death Eaters were not scheduled to arrive for another hour or more. This suited him fine, when ever there were people around him; they interrupted him with constant questions and demands. It was really quite annoying.

Voldemort entered his room. Darkness filled him and his mind cleared. He began to concentrate on his task. How could he do so it would affect the most people? He could…..No that wouldn’t work. What about if he and …. No that wasn’t right either. The plans had to be perfect so he could be through with the prophecy once and for all.


Voldemort turned. Lucius Malfoy and Thereon Nott had entered the room and stood just inside the doorway.

“What is it?” Voldemort had no patience for his Death Eaters right then. Lucius should have known better than to disturb him.

“We just wanted to tell you that we have all arrived and are awaiting your instructions on the master plan,” Nott said nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.

Voldemort growled. “I am well aware you have all arrived Nott, now leave before I decide to use you both as my guinea pig.”

Malfoy and Nott quickly left the room and the door closed again. The bang of the door gave Voldemort an idea. But only on that one day, no other day would work… he’d have to wait quite a few months…yes it should work.

Voldemort laughed. The sound was cruel and evil and it rebounded off the walls and echoed in his mind. Finally he had the perfect revenge on Albus Dumbledore.


Sirius and James exited the fireplace to find themselves in the wrong place. They had planned to exit the Floo network in the Longbottom’s living room, but instead they appeared to be in a wizard pub. Quickly, unwanting to attract anymore attention to themselves, they left the pub.

Outside James turned back to face the building. It was charcoal black and looked as one wall had been built up again, only the builder had used the burnt wood. A metal sign that swung on rusty hinges in the breeze read

‘Won’t Not, Wish Not Pub’

Sirius grinned at James. “Isn’t this the pub that was in the Daily prophet last year, you know, the one that won the award for most ‘accidental’ deaths and amputed limbs?”

James nodded, “I thought they closed it down when the patrons started to complain about the stench from the blood and dismembered bodies lying around.”

“Only for a month, then they opened it up again. Only now when you buy a beer you don’t get a wish.” Sirius turned away from the pub. “We’d better get going. Something’s blocked the fire places in the Longbottom’s house, that must be why we ended up here.”

James nodded and the two men headed up the slight slope that lead the way to the Longbottom home. They braced themselves against the December wind as it tried desperately to knock them off their feet.

James looked up as he heard Sirius gasp. They had reached the gates of the Longbottom house. They could see the house from here, standing majestically at the foot of the driveway. But it was what hung over the roof of the house that had made Sirius gasp.

Standing out against the still dark sky, was a vivid green mark. It was of course, the Dark Mark.

“No, he can’t of, he wouldn’t of killed them,” James whispered. “Dumbledore would know if they were alive.”

“The Dark Mark hasn’t always been used as a sign of death. Maybe he put it up because of the triumph of torturing the Longbottoms. Maybe leaving them alive was as good as killing them for Voldemort.”

James looked away from Sirius and looked up at the Mark, suppressing his shudder. “Well, we’d better go find out, let’s go.”


Remus Lupin was currently in a deep sleep in the guest chambers. But though it was deep, his sleep was interrupted by hundreds of nightmares, overlapping each other and haunting him. He moved restlessly in his bed as he watched the dreams.

A werewolf was attacking a group of humans…. A man, whose face was hidden by a cloak killed a young couple out for a walk….Another cloaked figure, this time burning a house down…. Then a different figure, standing with his back to Remus, laughing; not laughing normally but cackling as if he knew something Remus didn’t.

Remus Lupin woke up and bolted upright. Sweat poured down his temples and his hands trembled. Where did these dreams, these nightmares, come from? They haunted him, ever time he closed his eyes. Every time he blinked a movie would start playing in his mind; the nightmares showed up.

Remus leant against his pillows, keeping his eyes wide open. What happened to me he thought as he lay there. Why can’t I remember?


Well that’s another chapter. I finish school in a couple of days so I should get another one out pretty soon. I no its moving at snails pace at the moment, but some action is coming – I promise.


Chapter 7: Finding a Friend
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Chapter Seven – Finding a Friend

James was the first to reach the front door. He turned and waited for Sirius to catch up with him before he reached from the door handle. A brilliant heat scolded his hands and he was blown ten feet away by a brilliant green light. Sirius watched him land heavily on the ground, where he sat up slowly, looking extremely shocked.

James got to his feet and shakily made his way back to the front door. Sirius grabbed James’ arm to help steady him. Then using his other hand, he turned James’ palm face up to see the burn.

It wasn’t a burn as much as it was a scar. A skull had been burned into James’ palm, deep and red as it was his hand did not bleed. The skull was an image of the one that floated neon green in the sky.

Sirius gasped, “What the hell?”

James looked down at his hand, his eyes full of pain. “Its burning deeper, I can feel it.”

“But what is it, I don’t know of any charm that scars you like that in order to keep you from entering a room or home,” Sirius shook his head.

“It is not a charm but a curse,” a voice came from the shadows of a large tree. “A curse the Dark Lord made pacifically for this home. No one, no one, but one with the Dark Mark can enter this house for another year. But by then, Frank and Alice Longbottom will be dead.”

“Who are you, Why are you telling us this if we can’t do anything?” Sirius called. “Why will Alice and Frank die?”

“I tell you this so you will strike a deal with me,” the voice said as he stepped from the shadows. He had a long black cloak drawn over him. “I will help you if you will help me.”

Two pale hands reached up and pulled back the hood to reveal none other than Severus Snape.


I no that was short but I couldn’t help it – if it was in the next chapter it would be too long plus I had a stuff up with the chapters! Anywayz please review


Chapter 8: Deal with the Enemy
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Chapter Eight – Deal With the Enemy

Dumbledore entered the chamber, his head bowed and his footsteps silent. It seemed to Remus that he glided rather than walked. Remus rose from his seat by the fire, where he had spent the last few hours staring into the flames.

“Have you remembered anything yet?” Dumbledore asked as he reached Remus.

The werewolf shook his head, “Nothing. I don’t even remember transforming once I was in the cell.”

“Alright, I didn’t expect you to have remembered anything. Tomorrow when Sirius and James come back we’ll have to think about using a Memory Charm, we need to know where you’ve been,” Dumbledore said.

“Is that really necessary? I mean it could damage my memory permanently and I may never remember,” Remus protested, panic in his eyes.

“I should think that you’d want to take the risk of a Memory Charm if it meant you’d know where you’ve been and what, if anything, you’ve done,” Dumbledore said sharply. He turned and strode briskly out of the room.

Dumbledore returned to his office and pondered Remus’ words. Why would he refuse the Memory Charm when it was their only hope of finding out what had happened to him over the past few days? Dumbledore knew it was quite hypocritical but at this moment he didn’t trust the werewolf to be telling to truth.

But Remus Lupin would never forsake his friends; he was too loyal and too grateful to have the Marauders to betray them. But to refuse a chance that would help the Order even when it would put his mind at risk was not like Remus, who usually put the Order before his own life. Something was not right with Remus Lupin.


“Why would we help you?” Sirius hissed, stepping towards Snape before James could stop him.

Snape only smiled, “Oh you’ll listen to me and you’ll help me because you need me.”

“We don’t need you. Why would anyone need to a slimy git like you?” Sirius took another step towards Snape and would have moved close but James reached out and took a handful of Sirius’ robes to prevent him.

“Oh isn’t that sweet. Potter’s trying to protect you from the big bad wolf, Black. Well there’s no need Potter. Black won’t hurt me because without me you wont be able to enter that house.”

“Why would you help us, Snape? What do you want from us in return?” James asked, trying to refrain from looking down at his scolded hand.

“Let’s make a deal. I’ll get you into the Longbottom’s home and then you can help Frank and Alice before it’s too late. In return you’ll give me what I want, protection.”

Sirius laughed, “Protection? Why would you need protection from us, doesn’t your master protect you?”

“I don’t need protection from you, you won’t attack me,” Snape said confidently even as Sirius pulled out his wand. “I need a place to go, somewhere where the Dark Lord can’t find me.”

James pulled back and tugged on Sirius’ robes, “It’s a trap,” he hissed. “Snape’s trying to distract us for some reason. He’s got something planned.”

Sirius nodded, indicating he’d heard James. “Had a fight with your little boss, Severus? Need some help to escape until you can find someone to kill so he’ll forgive you?”

Snape glared at Sirius, “As a matter of fact, I’m running from the Dark Lord because I defied him. I left the safe point when he told us to stay. I left because I couldn’t do it anymore. Kill people, hurt them and find it funny. I don’t know why this happened to me and I don’t like it, but I can’t stop it.”

“Oh, poor Snape, he’s finally grown a conscious,” James sniggered while Sirius’ smiled.

“How do we know your not just going to turn around and kill us once our backs are turned. How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

“Well first off, you don’t and you’ll just have to trust me. Second, I can’t kill James even if I wanted to. The most I could ever do to him is draw a little blood.”

“How come-“ Sirius asked.

“It’s a charm. An old but powerful karma charm,” James said slowly, still working it out in his head.

“What?” Sirius asked in confusion, thinking he had accidentally skipped a section in his Charms textbook back at Hogwarts.

“Sirius, remember back at school when you tricked Snape into going after Remus when he was going to the Shack? Well, when I had to pull him out of the way so Remus wouldn’t kill him it did something. But I can’t quite remember what…” James trailed off.

“It caused a Protection Charm, meaning I can’t hurt James Potter even if I really, really wanted to,” Severus snarled. “Now can we get back to the deal at hand?”

“Sirius, I think we need to discuss this with others, don’t you?” James asked, looking significantly at Sirius.

“Yes of course, Prongs. What an excellent idea,” he answered. In a synchronised movement the two men took a step towards Severus and cried in one voice; “Stupefy!”

Severus fell to the ground, his arms and legs snapped shut and his eyes closed. James looked down at the body. “He looks better that way, don’t you think?”

Sirius nodded “You can take him.”

“I don’t want to take him, you can take him,” James whined.

“But he might wake up and hurt me. If you take him then he can’t touch you.”

“Oh alright, you bloody prat,” James reached down and carefully (yeah right) moved Severus into a sitting position and pulled out his wand. “Morbulus Corpus,” he muttered and Severus’ body rose in the air.

“Come on Prongs, we have to get off the Longbottom property so we can Apparate back to Hogsmeade. We can’t take Snape through the fire Stupefied,” Sirius said, walking off towards the gate.

“Just for the record, I really hate you sometimes Padfoot,” James followed Sirius, with Snape floating along in front of him.

“I love you too,” Sirius grinned.


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Chapter 9: Time and Again
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Chapter Nine – Time and Again

Dumbledore sat back in his chair and looked down his crooked noise at the young men that sat before him. In the middle of the three was Severus Snape, his arms crossed and his scowl most obnoxious. On either side sat James Potter and Sirius Black, both leaning away from Snape, their arms also crossed but the dislike they felt not evident on their unlined faces.

“So you mean to tell me, the only way I can get into the Longbottom home anytime in the next year is if I have a Death Eater with me who is willing to open the door? And that you are willing to help me?” Dumbledore stated.

Snape nodded, “I will help you, if you will help me in return.”

“But what could we possibly give you that the Dark Lord hasn’t already given you ten of?” Dumbledore asked, his voice now quizzical.

“I need protection, as I told Potter and Black. I need to be somewhere where the Dark Lord can’t find me.” Snape looked uneasy now, glancing repeatedly at the door, as if he thought at any moment now Lord Voldemort would come charging through the door.

“Why would you need protection from your master? And why would come to us?”

“He is not my master anymore, he is now the person I fear most of all. For I have taken something he desperately needs, something he needs to defeat you,” as he spoke Snape reached into his robes and pulled out a small glass vile. James could see a reddish coloured liquid swirling inside.

Sirius leant forward in his seat, “What is that?”

Before Snape could open his mouth to tell them, Dumbledore interrupted. “Go and fetch Remus, James. He’ll need to hear this and there’s no point making Severus explain it twice.”

James nodded and quickly strode out of the room. While they waited for him to return; Dumbledore, Sirius and Snape remained in silence.


James entered the bedchamber and moved softly over to the bed. Remus was tossing and turning in his sleep, murmuring things that sounded like ‘liar’ and ‘don’t trust him.’ James reached over and quickly shook his friend by the shoulder and Remus’ eyes sprang open.

“James, I was sleeping,” he muttered as he let his head drop heavily onto the pillow.

“Dumbledore wants you in his office, now. Snape has something he has to tell us. It sounds like a load of crap to me but-”

Remus cut him off, “Severus Snape is in the castle? In this castle?”

James stared at him blankly, “Yes, but only because-”

Again James was cut off as Remus tore out of the room in his blue stripped pyjamas. James stared after him for a moment, and then thought it wise to follow.


Dumbledore looked up as he heard the sound of the gargoyle outside his office come to life and bring James and Remus up the stairs. He watched the door expectantly but what came through was not what he expected.

Remus Lupin burst into the room, red faced and breathing hard. He looked frantically around the room until his gaze came to rest on Severus Snape.

“You,” he snarled.

Snape looked at him in mild disgust. “I didn’t expect a nice, warm fuzzy greeting but really, some manners would have been nice.”

Remus glared at him before turning to Dumbledore, “Professor, chain him up for God’s sakes. This man is a danger to us all, he plans to kill us!”

Dumbledore glanced quickly at Snape and rose in his chair. “What do you mean Remus?”

“Professor I have regained my memory, and I remember everything. It was Severus Snape that put that memory charm on me and did what he did with my body.”

Snape looked from one man to the other and sighed. “Well I do not deny I put the memory charm on you, but it was the Dark Lord that used you for his own purpose.”

Sirius was watching this conversation, his head turning from one face to the other as they spoke, feeling as if he was at a tennis match, well that’s what he would have felt if he had ever been to a tennis match. “Can you people please speak normally so the rest of us can understand?”

Dumbledore sighed, “If I understand this correctly, Remus you claim that Snape took you from your home and when you transformed used your werewolf side to bite people. And Snape, you’re saying you did take him but didn’t use him to turn others into werewolves that that was Lord Voldemort.”

Sirius collapsed back into his armchair, “I think I liked this better when I didn’t understand.”

“So if you did take Remus from his home then why should I trust you now,” Dumbledore asked, looking suspiciously at Snape.

“How do you know to trust what Lupin said, the memory charm placed upon him was supposedly impossible to break,” he answered coolly.

Dumbledore regarded Lupin for a long moment, during which Sirius’ heart stopped as he realised what the old man was thinking; someone had turned traitor on their side and if the memory charm couldn’t be broken, then Remus could be making it all up….

The thought was dismissed from his mind as Dumbledore turned away and looked callously down at Snape. “I have complete faith in Remus Lupin. Now I ask you – do you have any reason for me to believe you?”

Snape grinned; “Well of course, I do have this,” he brandished the vile.

“And that would be, for those of us who weren’t obsessed with Potions at school,” James half said, half snarled.

Snape continued to grin; “It is the Substatia Dativus Arma”


Well that’s it for this chapter – I need some time about what this liquid in the vial does. I no what the name means but I need some inspiration about its powers….anyways im off to read some stories –

check out Lily and James: Star Crossed by Emlyn for a good Lily and James fic.

Chapter 10: The Essence of Power
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Chapter Ten - The Essence of Power

“And what the hell is that?” Sirius asked, his eyebrows raised to show he wasn’t impressed.

“It means the Essence of Power, it’s one of the most powerful potions ever created by Salazar Slytherin,” James said. He stepped toward Snape and looked carefully at the vial in his hand. “It’s supposed to be impossible to make – one of the ingredients is the eye of a basilisk.”

“Very good Potter, so you do know something about the Serpent King,” Snape turned to Dumbledore. “Now do I have your trust?”

Dumbledore nodded slowly, “If you break that vial, then you will have my trust and my protection. But first we must test you, to see if what you say is true. After all, how do I know if that is Substatia Datvius Arma or that Voldemort hasn’t got a whole supply and this is just a mere drop in the bucket?”

Snape frowned, “How do you suppose to test me, you have no Veritaserum at your disposable…” suddenly Snape’s eyes lit up. “Unless the rumours are true, unless you don’t even need a potion, you can do it with just your wand.”

“What do you mean, Snape? Of course he needs the potion; there is no spell that can force the truth out of someone,” Remus said.

“Yes there is, Remus. There is a spell that can force the truth out of anyone, even if they are not willing. Only one person knows how it is cast, the one who made it possible.”

“No,” Sirius whispered. “No, it can’t be…that would mean-”

Dumbledore bowed his head, “Yes, it was I that cast the spell. But I swore I would never teach anyone to use it. The pain that it brought upon the victim was too much and on a mortal it would kill them.”

Snape smiled slightly as he took in the sight. The three Marauders were all silent, staring at Dumbledore quite shocked. Dumbledore himself was looking back at each of them, his electric blue eyes filled with sadness and regret. One by one the Marauders each turned to face Snape, as they realised his fate.

“No, Dumbledore, you can’t,” James broke the silence. His head was up and his arms were crossed as he stood in front of one of the most powerful wizards in the history of magic.

“We must James. The pain he will feel is great, but if we don’t test him and we send him back to Voldemort, who by now knows he is a traitor, then the pain he will feel at the end of my wand is but a tear drop in an ocean to what he will feel at the end of Voldemort’s wand.”

James and the two other men nodded slowly. “Alright,” James said. “But must we do it right now? Can we not wait till tomorrow when Peter is here?”

Snape stiffened at the mention of Peter’s name. Dumbledore turned to him in surprise. “What is it Severus?”

“Peter Pettigrew is a servant to the Dark Lord, sir. He is the sole house servant of the Dark Lord. He has been for four months.”

James gasped, “You lie Snape. It is one thing to come here and say you have this all powerful potion. But when you accuse one of the Marauders’ as a Death Eater, you should not need to be told to leave.”

Remus and Sirius nodded their agreement at James’ words. Only Dumbledore looked as if he thought the accusation held much weight. But his response was not what Snape expected.

“No Snape, you must be wrong. Peter Pettigrew is under an Oath. And a wizard can not break an oath he was willing shed blood for.”

Suddenly a small beeping noise came from James. He looked startled for a moment before reaching into his robe pocket and pulling out what looked like a small key ring. He clicked a button and the noise stopped.

“It’s Lily, Dumbledore, I have to go. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” James strode to the fire and threw a handful of dust into the flames. The embers glowed green as he stepped into them.

“Godrics Hollow,” he commanded.


When James arrived at his fire place in the living room he found Lily waiting for him. The expression on her face when she saw him was anything but pleased.

“Where have you been? Twenty five hours you’ve been gone and not once did you call and tell me you’re still alive. You didn’t even leave a note that you were leaving! I woke up an hour after I went to sleep to find Harry crying his eyes out and you no where to be found,” Lily stopped, her breath coming out quickly. “I thought you’d been…”

Lily burst into sobs and collapsed back on the couch behind her. James moved quickly over to join her. He reached out with his arms to comfort her but with one hand she pushed at his chest, holding him back.

“You don’t know what it’s like. To have to sit here and wait to see if you’re alive or if someone came and killed you while I was asleep,” she said through her tears.

“Lily…I’m sorry. Dumbledore called and I had to –”

“It’s always Dumbledore isn’t it! He’s a great man and I love him like my father but I swear you love him more than you love your own son. And me.”

James could stand it no longer. He brushed aside her hand and picked her up in his arms. He sat her down on his lap and held Lily’s face between his hands, “Lily, you might have been the smartest girl in school but sometimes you say such stupid things.”

James leaned his head down and softly kissed his wife. Her lips were soft but made bittersweet by the taste of her tears that still trickled freely down her face. She meant the world to him and he would give his life to save her. To see her in hurting hurt him as well.

He kissed her again, the kiss becoming more intense as Lily started to respond. James gently wiped the tears from her eyes and she smiled slightly before pulling him closer to her and burying her face deep into his chest. But as he held her he heard a loud voice from the fire.

“Prongs get back here now.”

James looked toward the voice. The fire had turned purple and the head of Sirius Black was poking out of it. Lily groaned from somewhere near his heart as he sifted position so he could see Sirius properly.

“What do you want Padfoot?” he asked rather rudely, glaring at Sirius.

“We were wondering if you could comeback so we could plan our next move. That it if you aren’t to busy.”

James felt Lily shift again, this time in annoyance. He sighed, knowing if he left her again she probably wouldn’t be here when he got back.

“I can’t. I need to spend some time here, tell everyone that Harry’s ill or something. Alright, Padfoot?”

Sirius nodded, “Alright, Prongs. Night.” The flames turned back to their normal red and James looked down at Lily. She wasn’t looking at him but James could tell she was crying again, her shoulders shaking slightly.

“Lils, what’s wrong?” James whispered. He pushed Lilly away from him so he could see her face. Her eyes were red and her pale skin was blotchy, but she wasn’t crying.

“You should go,” she whispered. “They need you James.”

“No. I need to be with my family, they can wait. Plus I’m not allowed to go on any missions anyway, and I’d rather be here right now.”

Lily nodded and turned so she was lying down, her head on James lap. James looked down at her and saw the dark circles under her eyes, evidence that she hadn’t slept in awhile. Her green eyes looked up at him, full of exhaustion.

“Sleep Lily, I won’t leave you this time,” he whispered to her. Lily reached for James hand and laced her fingers through his. She placed their hands on her chest, directly over her heart before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.


Sorry this is taking me so long between chapters – I’ve had heaps of homework and i don’t want to rush this story – I want everything to be right so that it can just happen. Thanks for reading and please review!


Chapter 11: Christmas Spirit No Longer
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Chapter Eleven – Christmas Spirit No Longer


Dumbledore paced around his office, slowly wearing holes in certain spots in the ancient carpet. The portraits that filled the offices’ round walls were filled with sleeping Headmasters and mistresses. The school was quiet, but the air of Christmas could be felt in the school. In all but one room.

Each night Dumbledore worked well past midnight, checking on spies, checking the Life Chart and talking to members of the Order of the Phoenix through the fire. Christmas had sneaked upon him and now that he realised the time of year he was wary of why Voldemort had remained silent so long. Would he attack at Christmas, knowing that most students would be staying at the castle?

Dumbledore paused in front of the Life Chart, checking the names of Lily and James Potter. Of all the members of the Order Dumbledore feared the most for those two. They were special, powerful together and apart. There life lines remained healthy and Dumbledore resumed his pacing.

If Voldemort was to attack the school it would be when he could guarantee all the students would be in one place at one time, to ensure no one could call for outside help.

The Christmas Feast, he realised would be the perfect time for Voldemort to attack with his armies. Minerva would have to set up a roster so that the students ate at different times or if it was easier – in their own house common rooms. To have the students in their common rooms would mean the safety and concealment charms that the Four Founders had placed on the common rooms would add to their security.

But what if he attacked on any day of the Christmas holidays? Voldemort wouldn’t attack during the school term – there were enchantments placed around the school that protected the students during school time, enchantments that would take time to break down before one with evil intentions could enter the school. And by the time those enchantments were down the entire Ministry could be at Hogwarts.

But when the term ended the enchantments ceased to work. During the Founders time students had never remained at school during the Christmas Holidays and the magic hadn’t been needed. So the students were safe for the next eight days. That was enough time to bring in the right people to have ready at school. It was time to call in the Order.

Dumbledore let his pacing take him to the fire and he threw a handful of powder into the fire.

“Sirius Black” he called to the flames as they flared neon green. When the flames died down Sirius was visible.

“Yes Professor? You know it’s quite late and I’ve been on guard duty all night.”

“I’m sorry Sirius but this is extremely urgent. I think I know what Voldemort’s next move is to be. We have but eight days to prepare. I need the Redhearth Guard, Bicorn Guard and the Brownthistle Guard at Hogwarts. Also James, Lily, Remus and Peter. Can I trust you to assemble them?”

“Of course. I’ll contact the Guard’s tonight – they’ll be someone on duty and the rest in the morning. Good night Professor.”

Sirius disappeared with a POP and Dumbledore turned from the fire. Instead of resuming his pacing, Dumbledore head towards the hidden door off to the side of the room where his private quarters were.

Settling down into his bed Dumbledore took of his half-moon glasses and adjusted his nightcap. He hadn’t slept well in awhile – many nights he lay thinking of what Tom Riddle might be up to at this very moment.

The things of which Tom conceived in that outstandingly intelligent head were not quite human and though Dumbledore did not fear his former student, he did feel the fear for anyone who came into contact with him and could not defend themselves.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and found sleep waiting for him. Perhaps it was finally figuring out Voldemort’s plans or maybe it was just that he had not slept in days, but Dumbledore found he could sleep easy that night as others worked tirelessly for his cause in other parts of England.


“Thanks Rosewood. Make sure that the whole Guard knows not to tell anyone including their families where their headed. We can’t have He Who Must Not Be Named knowing of our movements. Good night,” Sirius hung up the phone and gave a sigh of relief. Rosewood of the Brownthistle Guard had been his last call of the night.

At each Guard area he had called he had been greeted by some tired old wizard and when he had relayed Dumbledore’s message to the man, had only received questions which Sirius could not answer. Organising Guards where hard and once a Guard was in place they weren’t often moved.

‘Dumbledore must be sure of what Voldemort’s up to,’ Sirius thought as he headed into his one man tent.
Sirius had been on guard duty, pacing the front perimeter of the Redhearth Guard territory from seven till three at night. He had only just returned to the Redhearth Pub when Dumbledore had summed him to his office through the fire.

‘Now,’ Sirius thought, ‘I can actually get some decent beauty sleep.’ He laughed inwardly at the thought. Tomorrow would be a tough day, moving everyone out and into Hogwarts.

As he clambered into his sleeping bags Sirius felt his hand brush against a rough jagged edge. He pulled the object out from underneath the sleeping bag and smiled. It was the mirror that he had used in his school boys days. They had each had three that connected them with each other Marauder. Not long after they had joined the Order they had decided to smash the mirrors so they couldn’t be used if they were ever caught.

Sirius flipped it over a couple of time and slipped into his sleeping bag. He had smashed them, all but this one. The one he had shared with James. For some reason Sirius couldn’t bring himself to smash this mirror – it was the first one they had ever gotten – the pair that he and James had shared and used during many detentions. He wondered if James had smashed his.

He lifted the mirror to his face and said clearly, “James.”

Next instant James’ face appeared in the mirror. He looked quite irritated and tired. “Why are you using the mirrors? Your meant to have smashed that,” he mumbled.

“Look whose talking! Your not meant to have yours either.”

“Couldn’t bear to smash it. Seemed a waste.”

“Yeah same here.”

“So what did you want?”

“Just some news from Dumbledore. Tell you more in the morning. But we’re going to Hogwarts, Dumbldores worked out Voldermorts plan. "

“Alright, contact me in the morning. Bye,” James’ face disappeared from the mirror before Sirius uttered his good bye.

Shrugging his shoulders Sirius dropped the mirror on the floor beside him. Before he could think about what he was doing Sirius was dead to the world.


Voldemort issued the instructions. “We attack. You know the plan. I’ll tell you when and where in due time. But get the troops to move towards Scotland. I’ll speak to them all in three days. And Wormatil, they’d better be ready.”


I’m sooo sorry this has taken me ages to get out and im sorry to anyone who was anxiously awaiting for more. But I had such writers block and I couldn’t do anything. But I’m right now and I no the plan for the next two chapters. After that I have school holidays (yes) so ill have heaps of time to get this story up! BI!

Chapter 12: The Gingerbread House
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Chapter Twelve – The Gingerbread House

James, Lily and Harry arrived at Hogwarts just as the students were starting lunch. They entered the Entrance Hall and smiled as students bustled past them into the Great Hall, giving them confused looks as they passed. Lily smiled at them; she remembered her time here only too well, visitors rarely entered the school.

They walked up the many flights of stairs, James forgetting to jump the trick stair and sunk down to his knee before Lily took pity and pulled him up. They passed The Gryffindor Tower portrait- the Fat Lady recognised them and waved in delight. Finally they reached the majestic gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmasters Office.

“Fruit Jubes,” James said and the gargoyle sprang to life. Lily went first up the stairs while James carried Harry.

Inside Dumbledore’s office already sat Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and to James’ disgust, Severus Snape and of course Dumbledore himself.

“Lily, long time no kisses,” Sirius leapt to his feet as she entered and swept her into a huge bear hug. She laughed and gently pushed herself away, though not before giving Sirius a friendly kiss.

“Remus, Dumbledore, it is good to see you again. Hello Severus,” she added as an afterthought. Remus rose and wrapped Lily in his arms, though his hug was gentler than Sirius.

“Right,” Dumbledore clapped his hands together. “Now that you’re here we an get started. James, Lily if you’d like to take a seat. Oh and for Harry…” He waved his wand and suddenly Harry was sitting inside a playhouse made entirely of candy. “That should keep him busy for awhile.”

“Oh how sweet Dumbledore,” Lily exclaimed. “It looks exactly like the witch’s house in Hansel and Gretel.”

James looked at her strangely, “Hansel and Gretel?”

“Oh, it’s a Muggle fairytale story about two little children who get lost in a forest and meet a witch who has a house made out of candy. The witch takes the children in and fattens the boy with candy so she can cook him and eat him but the girl saves her brother and shoves the witch into the oven instead. The little house looks just like the witch’s house.”

James nodded but it was clear he didn’t really understand what she was talking about. Lily decided the next time they went into London she’d find a Muggle bookstore and buy a copy of the classic children’s tale.

“I don’t have all day Headmaster, could we begin soon?” Snape’s voice came icily from one side of the room. Lily hastily sat down at his words but James took his time, showing Snape that he didn’t take orders from anyone but Dumbledore.

“Certainly Severus, certainly,” Dumbledore sat in the chair behind his desk and looked around at the group.

“Voldemort is planning an attack on Hogwarts at Christmas. My guess is he plans to attack during the Christmas feast, as the whole school will be in one place and he’ll think it easier to take control of most of the castle. Now we have three Guards coming early tomorrow morning who will be positioned in shifts around the grounds. No one, absolutely no one, can Apparate into Hogwarts grounds, they have to enter by foot.”

“His army is not small Dumbledore. He has at least ten thousand witches, wizards and the creatures of Salazar Slytherin at his disposal,” Snape cut in.

“True, the Order is not that big. We have only half that number. But the members of the Order are more trained and the ministry will respond at once if we send a call for help. It is only the initial fights in which we will be outnumbered.”

“And what if you reach the wrong members of the Ministry? I guarantee you that the Dark Lord will have thought to make sure one of his Death Eaters who works at the ministry volunteers to work through Christmas.”

Dumbledore smiled, “Ahh, but I have done the same thing. Rupert Figg will be working overtime catching up on paperwork.”

Lily nudged James as he smirked gleefully at Snape. “And Headmaster, what of the students?”

“You will remember on many an occasion during your time here, Lily, the students were locked into their common room for their own safety. On Christmas day the students will remain in their common rooms and feast there. It’s the only way we’ll be able to control them.”

Lily’s smiled faded. Christmas at Hogwarts to her had always been about a routine; opening presents in the morning, lounging around the common room playing chess and Exploding Snap, the snowball fight and finally the delicious feast in the beautifully decorated Hall. But then to lose one Christmas seemed a small price to never seeing another day again.

“The Slytherins, won’t some of them tell their parents and warn them of what you intend?” Lupin sat forward in his seat. “Many of their parents and the students themselves are connected to Lord Voldemort.”

“The students won’t be told till Christmas morning when they are all already in their common rooms and can’t talk to the other houses. Slytherin House won’t be told of the real reason they are being locked in, we’ll get Professor Saniach to tell them a troll has entered the castle.”

As Lupin nodded Snape let out a yowl of pain. He fell to the floor clutching his right arm by the wrist. Dumbledore quickly knelt beside him and drew back the arm of his robe. There, quite evident against Snape’s pale white skin was the Dark Mark. It was vivid black but had a sort of neon green glow to it.

“He’s…calling…us,” Snape gasped out, his faced screwed in pain. “He’s happy, very happy.”

“But he shouldn’t be. He doesn’t have the Essence of Power, he can’t win the battle,” James paused and his hazel eyes narrowed. “Unless he tricked us, unless there is more potion.”

“There isn’t” Snape gasped again. Then suddenly the pain subsided and he released his death grip on his arm. “The vial I broke was it. It was all I managed to successfully produce.”

“Why do you trust him Dumbledore? After all he’s done you’ve let him walk in here and you trust him completely. He smashes a vial of a potion, it might not even have been an all important potion – it could have been purple food colouring and water for all we know!” Sirius burst out from the other side of the room from Snape.

“Headmaster I told you this would happen. I told you to do the test in front of them. They’ll never trust me, not unless you do it.”

“Test?” Lily asked quietly. “What test?”

“A Veriatus test. To see if what Snape here says is true, that he has left Voldemort and that the vial was the only potion produced.” Lupin explained while Snape and Sirius glared at each in an unofficial staring contest.

“But that has to be done with a potion and the Ministry controls the use of Veritserum,” Lily was obviously confused.

“Ah yes,” Snape turned away from Sirius’ gaze. “But Dumbledore here possess the unique power to be able to perform the Veritas curse with his wand.”

Lily didn’t looked shocked at this news, simply nodded.

James looked around room quickly and looked as if he had just realised something for the first time. “Padfoot, where’s Peter?”

Sirius too looked around the room. “I have no idea. I contacted him last night and he said he could be here. I guess he forgot or something. I think he said he’d be finished with Guard duty around then.”

“Guard Duty?” Lupin asked. “But Peter isn’t assigned to a Guard, none of us are except Sirius. You must have heard him wrong Padfoot.”

Sirius shook his head. “No, I’m sure he mentioned Guard duty. Said he’d been rostered for the night shift but had swapped cause some guy wanted to be off while his wife was in labour.”

Lupin turned to Dumbledore now, “Sir, is Peter in a Guard at the moment?”

Dumbledore shook his head slowly. “He asked not to be placed in one so that he could still move around, recruit new wizards to the Order.”

“Don’t you see? Are you blind due to the closeness of you friend? Peter Pettigrew is with Lord Voldemort, he is his servant,” Snape looked from one to the other with disbelief written on his face.

“Snape, I swear one more word about Peter being a spy or a Dark wizard and I will personally cut your tongue from your throat and see that you are thrown into Azkaban.” James took a step toward Snape but was stopped by Dumbledore stepping between the two men.

“Calm yourself James. Severus, I would prefer it if you did not call a trusted member of the Order a Spy. Peter Pettigrew is not capable of Dark Magic, he would be of no use to Lord Voldemort.”

Snape nodded curtly to the Headmaster and turned to leave the room. As he left he could feel three cold stares of the Marauders following him out.


Hey guys I know its been awhile but I got a little stuck for ideas. Anyway it might be a long time again till the next one im really sorry but im just into the last 4 weeks of the school year and everythings so hectic with end of year assignments and things but once schools over my stories will have a lot of undivided attention I promise! BI

Chapter 13: Evil Working Amongst Them
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Chapter Thirteen – Evil Working Amongst Them

Peter Pettigrew cautiously opened the door to the Headmaster’s Office. He knew the meeting was long over and the rest of the Marauders would be elsewhere gathering armies but he didn’t care. It was Dumbledore he had come to see.

“Ah Peter; nice of you to finally arrive. The meeting is well over now.” Dumbledore smiled warmly at the small man as he entered the room

“I’m sorry for the time that I have arrived but you see sir, a new Guard has been established in the name of the Order in the south of France. I have been there the past few weeks, trying to organise the men there.”

“Excellent work Peter. Do you have the names of the men there?”

“Yes sir, all ready to be added to the Life Chart. Now, what did I miss this morning? Was there anything important or just the general catch up with the Marauders?”

“Actually Peter you missed a great deal. We know Lord Voldemort has planned an attack on Hogwarts on Christmas Day. He plans to attack the students in the Great Hall while they are all feasting in hopes to take over the school.” Dumbledore’s smile had faded and his amazing blue eyes were now serious.

“Take over Hogwarts! Never will the Dark Lord enter the grounds of this school when you are the Headmaster. Sir you must have a plan,” Peter looked enquiringly at the Headmaster. Oh how he needed that information.

“I certainly do. The students will be locked in their common rooms for their safety while the different Guards in the Order will surround the edges of the castle grounds to prevent unwanted attack. Once the Death Eaters and or Voldemort himself have come into view we will alert the Ministry and have the added backing of the Aurors and Unspeakables not already in the Order.”

Peter nodded. He hoped he could remember all that information. “I’ll have the new Guard move to here tonight. Oh and here are their forms.”

Dumbledore took the forms but didn’t really look at them. “Lily and Harry are about by the lake if you’d like to go join them. I know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen Harry. He’s grown so much.”

Peter smiled. “Yes, I can’t wait to see him. I wonder if he remembers his Uncle Pete.”

As he left the office Peter caught sight of half a small play house that looked like it was made of candy. What caught his eye was the chocolate pieces that made up the roof tiles had come off and lead towards a door to the other end of the office. The door to Professor Dumbledore’s private quarters.


Peter walked through the endless corridors down one and then down another. They all looked the same to him now. He couldn’t believe this was the same castle he had once known like the back of his hand, that he and the Marauder’s had once traipsed through under James’ invisibility cloak. He was lost.


Snape smiled as he watched Peter travel in circles around the castle. It amused him to see him like this, so alone, without either of his usual protectors around to tell him what to do. The invisibility cloak he had been leant by Dumbledore provided the means to watch Peter without the little man’s knowing.

Peter let out a gasp of annoyance as he found himself in front of the same suit of armour he had passed at least four times in the last hour. Snape grinned and lifted the cloak from his body, letting it fall to the floor without a sound.

“So, the traitor has come back to Hogwarts then,” Snape hissed. Peter started and wheeled around in fright. He whitened when he saw Snape but quickly regained his composure.

“Traitor? I am no traitor. I have stood by Dumbledore for all these years while you turned to the Dark Side and only return when you realised your master will be beaten.”

“You were always the foolish one, Peter Pettigrew, or shall I call you Wormtail, the name your master so stupidly adopted from the Marauders whom he despises. I never did work out why he calls you that stupid pet name. But then it does suit you well, you do have a certain rodent quality to you. Quite like that of a rat I should think.”

“Watch your tongue Snape. If the others hear what you are saying to me you’ll be through. I know that they’ll always believe me, no matter what you say. I, Peter Pettigrew, have nothing the Dark Lord would want. I have no reason to go to the Dark Ways, my loyalty remains here within these walls.”

“If you are on the side of the good fight, then why did you just call Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord? That is the name only his close Death Eaters call him. To everyone else he is Voldemort or one of those stupid names that don’t mention his real name,” Snape smiled menacingly, knowing he had Peter.

“I use it so you may feel more at home here Snape, though your welcome here will soon be worn thin. I feel it only a matter of hours before you are asked to visit Azkaban.”

Peter pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at himself. Closing his eyes he muttered, “Reparip.” His clothes began to rip themselves, cuts and gashes appeared on his arm and oozed blood. A black eye formed around his left eye and his nose took on a smash appearance, blood flowing freely joined that which spilled form his cut upper lip.

“They’ll all believe it was you Snape, you’ll be sent to prison,” Peter turned away and quickly run down the corridor. He found his way to the stairs and entered the Entrance Hall as Lily came in with Harry.


Lily looked up as Peter slumped down the stairs. She gasped as she took in his appearance. “Peter, what ever happened?”

Peter looked up at her, his black eye and broken nose making him look as if he’d just been smashed in the face with a bludger. “Snape,” he muttered before he blacked out.

Lily put Harry down and quickly rushed to pull out her wand. She levitated Peter up and taking Harry’s hand she steered him up the stairs and towards the Hospital Wing, thankful the students were all still in class. As she reached the second floor she met up with Sirius coming out of an empty classroom with Remus.

“What happened to him?” Sirius asked, looking up at Peter with a tad bit of concern. “Students attack him or something? Did he visit the Care of Magical Creatures class?”

“He came down the stairs into the Entrance Hall; he said it was Snape that did this. Here, take Harry.” Lily passed Harry over to Sirius, who scooped his godson into his arms. Harry laughed at Lupin over Sirius’ shoulder as they continued down the corridors.

Madame Pomfrey strode down the aisle to met them as they entered but stopped short when she saw they were not students. “Merlin,” she gasped. “And I thought I’d seen the last of you. What happened?”

“He was attacked, Lily found him in the Entrance Hall just before he blacked out,” Remus explained as Lily lowered Snape on to the nearest bed.

Madame Pomfrey nodded, “well it’s nice to see you all again, especially you Mr Lupin, I trust you know that it is the full moon in two nights?”

Remus nodded and smiled, “Yes of course. I have become far better at remembering the days. But then with the new Wolfsbane Potion, transformations aren’t quite what you use to be.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded and began to work on Peter; she quickly healed his bruises and cuts and cleared his black eye. As she drew back his sleeve to check his pulse Sirius noticed her frown and asked what she had found.

“I’m sure it’s nothing but there seems to be some scarring here as if there once was a tattoo or a brand but it has recently been removed. Do any of you remember if Mr Pettigrew had any scars on his wrists?”

All shook his head except for Harry who nodded his head from Sirius’ arms. He giggled and looked seriously at Sirius for a moment who looked back and him. Then he said quite clearly for all to here, “Padfooty.”

Sirius broke into a smile and did a little happy dance. “Did you hear that?” he cried, “He knows my name.”

Lily smiled and joined in the little dance as Madame Pomfrey moved off down the aisle toward her office. No one noticed Remus lean over and examine Peters exposed wrist. He frowned, for he couldn’t be sure but the scar looked to him like it had once been a skull or something very close the shape of a head.


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Chapter 14: Depth of The Unknown
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Chapter Fourteen – Depths of the Unknown

As Christmas and the impending attack by Lord Voldemort drew closer James became more and more worried about Lily. She didn’t sleep, he knew, only pretended to be asleep. He knew the nightmares still came when she did managed to enter a restless state of sleep.

Two nights before Christmas he entered their temporary room on the top floor of the castle to find Lily lying with Harry on the bed; Harry was asleep but Lily had her eyes open, focused on her beautiful son. She was so exhausted she did not even know James had entered the room until he kissed her cheek and slipped his arms around her as he crawled into the bed with her.

“Sleep Lily, I’ll stay here and protect you,” he whispered in her ear.

Lily turned in his arms, away from Harry and looked up into his eyes. Her emerald green eyes that Harry’s mirrored exactly were filled with exhaustion but also with fear.

“I don’t know if I can. Every time I close my eyes I see you, or Harry or Moony or Padfoot falling to the ground to lay at the feet of Lord Voldemort. How can I close my eyes when I know what awaits me?”

“Just try it Lily, you never know. Please Lily trust me, I hate seeing you like this, you look as if you are at your death bed.”

“But Harry needs to be shifted. He can’t stay in our bed, he’ll roll of the edge.” Lily made a move towards him but couldn’t free herself from her husbands arms. “James let me go.”

James smiled, “Why get up?” He picked up his wand from the bedside table and quickly levitated Harry through the air over to the basinet in the corner. Harry’s eyes did not even flicker as he landed on the soft bedding. “See?” James whispered. “Problem solved.”

Lily sighed and turned back to James who tightened his arms around her. “Now sleep, you need your rest.”

“But so do you, you can’t stay up and stare at me all night like you usually do, it isn’t fair – I don’t get to watch you sleep, you never seem to,” Lily protested but her eyes were already closed and her voice was muffled by James shoulder which her head was lying on.

“Why sleep when I can watch an angel when she is most peaceful and agreeable? Heaven knows even God does not want her when she is awake, most temper mental witch there is.”

“Bloody idiot,” Lily mumbled. “If I wasn’t so sleepy I’d….” But James never did figure out what Lily would do him because in the middle of her sentence she drifted off into what was hopefully a deep, dreamless sleep.

James watched her for a few minutes but he felt his head begin to nod and soon he too drifted off into blissful unconsciousness. The only sounds that could be heard in the entire room was little Harry in the corner, snoring gently in his sleep.


Lily walked slowly around the perimeter of the lake two days before Christmas. She was alone, Dumbledore had claimed baby sitting rights, insisting Lily needed a break from looking after her son. And James was of course with the other Aurors perfecting the battle plans and security measures.

As she rounded the corner closest to Hagrid’s Hut she smiled to see the pale pink umbrella leaning against the wall near the pumpkin patch that the half giant was so proud of. Lily had always liked Hagrid, though she never had found out why he had been expelled from the school in the first place. Now he was the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts and Lily knew he loved the position.

Going up to the door of the hut she knocked. Hagrid opened the door and smiled the instant he saw Lily.

“Lily Evans! What on earth are you doing back at Hogwarts? How long ‘ave you been here?” he cried. “Come in. come in, we’ll ‘ave ourselves a cup of tea.”

“Hello Hagrid. James, Harry and I are all here. Dumbledore’s orders. I’m surprised James and Sirius haven’t been down to see you; we’ve been here at least four days now I think. It was only the snow and freezing wind that made me not visit you until now.”

Hagrid poured them a cup of tea while Lily looked around the hut. Though it had been many years since she had been inside it nothing much had changed. A bed was in one corner – large enough to be four Super King beds in the Muggle world. Drying meat hung from the ceiling and odd pots and pans were hooked on various walls.

“You’ll still be here when Harry come to Hogwarts won’t you Hagrid?” Lily asked as she sipped her tea.

“Course I will. Wouldn’t miss seeing young Harry all grown up for the world. Cauldron Cake?”

Lily politely refused the plate that Hagrid held out to her. “Promise me something Hagrid. No matter what happens between now and then, you’ll look after him. Promise me you’ll look after my baby.” Tears glistened in Lily’s eyes but her voice remain steady. “If there’s no one left but you, if the world has crumbled at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Promise me Harry will always be safe with you.”

“Course Lily. I promise Harry will always be safe. Hard not to be safe in a place like this. Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. And you’ll be there to see your Harry off to school. So don’t you go asking people for promises that they won’t have to fulfil.”

Lily sniffed, “Thank you.” She rose from her seat and moved toward the door. “Oh and Hagrid? Don’t tell James I was here. He wouldn’t understand – he thinks he’s invincible.”

“I’d like to believe he is Lily, for all our sakes.”


James took the plans from Sirius and spread them in front of Dumbledore. “See, Sir, the Aurors will be placed at ten metre intervals around the perimeter of the Hogwarts grounds, around the entire lake and stationed at various points in Hogsmeade. There’s no way we won’t see the armies coming.”

“Alright James. So this is all taken care of. And what of your family?”

“What about them?”

“Surely you have noticed the amounts of time Lily is spending alone, wandering the grounds. Many teachers, including myself, have bee n babysitting Harry. She is worried James, and so am I. You stand at great risk going into this battle. Voldemort will be after you, he knows who your father was and who you will become, who you have become.”

“Stuff my father! All anyone ever talk about is who my family is and how much danger we will be in. Dumbledore I have been trained to fight to the best of my ability and protect those who can not defend themselves. That includes the students in this school. If you are suggesting that I sit out –”

“I am not suggesting anything of the sort James. I was merely commenting on the fact that your wife is not as confident about the outcome of the battle and you might like to reassure her. When was the last time you spoke to her James?”

James frowned and ducked his head. He knew Dumbledore was right, he had not been spending time with his family and it was two days till Christmas. Harry’s first Christmas.

Dumbledore nodded wisely. “I thought that might be the case James.”


“Where is he? He was meant to send us a progress report as soon as he found out their plans!” Voldemort voice screeched through the dark room.

The Death Eater quivered. “He has not returned. We think he might have been discovered or that something is keeping him from returning.”

“Nothing could keep him from returning to his Master if he so wished to come. Show me your arm!” The Death Eater inched closer to Voldemort and bared his left arm. Upon the pale skin in vivid black was the Dark Mark. Voldemort leaned forward and pressed it. Instantly the Mark burnt a vivid green and the Death Eater howled in pain. Voldemort smiled, “Now we shall see if he is loyal.”


Suddenly Peter jerked in his bed and started to thrash restlessly. Remus was sitting near by and went to place a hand on his friend. But then a voice stopped him.

“Don’t.” Remus turned to see Snape standing at the entrance to the curtained off area. His face was screwed in pain and he was holding his left arm tightly, as though he was bracing it against intense pain.


“Don’t help him, if you do you’ll only make it worse. Side affects of the potion.” It wasn’t really, Peter’s pain would be made worse by the Mark not by the potion, but he couldn’t accuse Peter of being a Death Eater again.

“Why are you here? Why do you care how he is when it was you that did this to him.” Remus was gesturing towards Peter lying in the bed but by physical appearance there was nothing wrong with Peter. Madame Pomfrey had healed all his cuts and bruises, she was now waiting for him to wake from his potion induced sleep so she could release him.

“I... don’t... know” Snape said as he breathed deeply. Remus noticed for the first time that the man was in pain. “What’s wrong with you?”

Snape looked up at Remus for a moment and then drew back the sleeve on his left forearm. The Dark Mark tattooed there was glowing a greenish colour, it showed more than ever. “He’s calling us. We are meant to appear whenever he touches another Dark Mark.”

“What happens when you don’t come?”

“You become a traitor and they kill you. This is the fourth calling in an hour. They are searching for someone, waiting for him to appear. The Dark Lord is angry.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Didn’t give me much of a choice there did you, Wolfman?”

“You called him the Dark Lord. If you have turned away from him like you say, why do you use the name only his Death Eaters call him by?”

Snape glared at Remus and turned to leave the question unanswered. As he reached the door to the Hospital Wing he turned back. “I take the test tomorrow. If you want an answer you will be there.”


Alright I would like to say I’m really stuck. I have the basic story till the end and everything but I can’t fill in the chapters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m writing this when I should really be asleep and everyone else in my family is in bed. Ok I think I have the next chapter worked out and part of the one after but after that it might be awhile before I update again.

Next Chapter: Snape takes the Veritaserum test and Christmas Day. Oh and a big discussion/argument between J/L. should be good.

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Chapter 15: Sacratus Veritas Dolescere
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Chapter Fifteen – Sacratus Veritas Dolescere

The room in which they waited was cold, damp, unlike any of the other rooms James had seen before in the castle, with the exception of the dungeons. James, Sirius, Remus and Lily stood around the edges of the room as they waited for Severus and Dumbledore to enter. Harry was with Minerva McGonagall, helping her teach of a group of seventh years NEWT level Transfiguration. Peter was still in the Hospital Wing.

James glanced at Lily, who stood about two metres away from him, leaning against the wall. Her face was white, bringing out the emerald green in her eyes. She was angry at what was going to happen – she didn’t like purposeful violence of any sort, despite the fact that she herself worked as a trained Hit Wizard for the Ministry.

On James’ other side was Remus, who looked quite ill, his skin such a pallor compared to his usual complexion that James could swear he’d aged ten years in a night. The full moon fell on Christmas Day and as usual on the day before a transformation Remus wasn’t feeling like himself. He’d been taken the new Wolfsbane Potion in the past week leading up so that he could be safe enough to remain inside the castle for Christmas, instead of revisiting the Shrieking Shack.

Sirius was across the room from James, his eyes glued to the floor. He had arrived back to the castle only an hour ago from visiting all the different guards camped around Hogsmeade and the Forbidden Forrest. He was tired, smelly and really didn’t want to be there. It was only on Dumbledore’s request he had come.

The wooden door next to Sirius swung open and Severus Snape walked in. He looked around and smirked.

“So,” he sneered. “This is my audience. I’m glad you all could make it to witness my pain and suffering.”

“Oh believe me; I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Hearing you confess your inner most secrets has always been my dream,” Sirius sneered back.

“Not all of us have such sordid minds that think only of one thing for twenty four hours straight, Black.”

“Yes well not all of us are gay now are they?”

“Say it again Black, go on, say it again.”

“Not all of us are -”

“Ahem.” Sirius was cut short as Dumbledore entered and cleared his throat. Immediately they all fell silent. Everyone was nervous about what he was about to do, to say nothing of the thoughts running through Snape’s head. “Severus, are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” Severus stood in the direct middle of the room and faced the wizened old man.

Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it directly at Snape. “Sacratus Veritas Dolescere,” he muttered. Instantly a brilliant white light shot from his wand to Snape’s throat. Snape kneeled over and clutched his throat, his eyes held no fear, just pain.

Quickly Dumbledore walked forward, “Is your name Severus Snape?” he asked.

“Yes,” Snape’s voice came out rasping and could barley be heard.

“What is the date of today?”

“December twenty fourth.”

“Is the potion you smashed on December twentieth the only sample of Substatia Datvius Arma that you know of in the possession of Lord Voldemort?”


“Why did you come to me with the sample and ask to be protected?”

“I was forced to torture Frank and Alice Longbottom in their home. I was disgusted by my actions and knew that it would not be the last time I would be asked to hurt an innocent person. I wanted to get out.” Snape collapsed even further down. “Please, quickly, it burns.”

Dumbledore continued with the questions, things to do with plans, attacks, and potions. James looked over at Remus and Sirius. Both looked slightly green in the face, sickened as James was by this curse. Then he looked at Lily. She had slid down the wall so she was no longer standing but sitting on the floor. Her head was propped up by her hands and tears trailed down her cheeks as she forced herself to watch this display of agony. She had not been ordered to watch as the men had, she had insisted on being here.

Dumbledore looked at Remus suddenly and nodded. He walked backwards, keeping his wand of Severus as Remus walked towards the middle of the room. He knelt in front of Snape and looked him in the eyes as much as he could.

“Why do you call Lord Voldemort the Dark Lord, though you are no longer in his service?”

Severus took a moment to respond and when he did he could barely be heard by even Remus less than a foot away from him. “When you become a Death Eater, you are promising you soul to the Dark Lord. You world becomes him and his plans. You think of nothing else, dream of nothing else, live nothing else. You are weakened and start to lose control over your own actions, your words. Something about the name, the Dark Lord, connects you to him, like the Dark Mark connects us all. I don’t really know all the details. I never really asked.”

Remus nodded, rose and walked back to his place by the wall. Dumbledore immediately lifted his wand from Snape and the man collapsed full on to the floor. Dumbledore and Remus rushed to Severus and levitated him into the air and out of the room. James turned towards Lily and knelt beside her.

“Come Lily, let’s go,” he whispered. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, rocking backwards and forwards.

“Leave me alone James, I want to be alone.” She stood suddenly and walked from the room. James stared after her and then looked at Sirius who looked back at him.


Up in the Astronomy Tower Lily sat looking up at the white cloudy sky. Snow was falling softly on the uncovered half of the Tower and was slowly coating Lily. She had no cloak, no warm clothes but she wasn’t really paying attention. She just kept thinking about Snape’s face and all the pain he must have been feeling.

Christmas was tomorrow. It didn’t feel like it to Lily. Christmas was meant to be a happy time, to be with family and friends and celebrate. It wasn’t meant to be filled with fear and with death and war. To her, Christmas would not come that year. Little did she know, it would never come again.

Family was both a big and little deal for Lily. She knew you could live without one – as she had once her parents had died and Petunia disowned her. But she also knew family was a gift, an emotion, a way of life. Family was something she had now, with James and Harry. She had her own baby and husband. A husband who she never saw.

Lily frowned. She really didn’t want to leave the Tower, she wanted to stay there forever and ever and never leave. Be covered by the snow and disappear, not have to deal with Lord Voldemort and worries that every time James and Harry left her sight she might never see them again. But she needed to find James, to feel the safeness and comfort of his arms and hear him whisper in her ear.

Lily slowly got up from her position on the snow covered ground. No sooner had she descended the stairs then she felt herself being lifted off her feet and swung around in the air.

“Sirius, put me down right now or I won’t be responsible for my actions,” she shrieked as she realised who had hold of her.

Sirius grinned and started to walk off down the corridor. “Nope. Sorry Lily but I have strict instructions from James that if I found you to not let you out of my sight. He’s been worried sick searching for you. We all have been.”

Searching for me? Why – I was only in the Astronomy Tower.”

“Yeah you knew where you were but we didn’t. Christ Lily, you’ve been gone for nearly four hours. Everyone was starting to panic.”

“Four hours! Oh my goodness I hadn’t realised it was that long, I just needed to think and get some time to myself. Right, now can you put me down, I’m not going to run away.”

“Of course,” Sirius gently deposited her on the ground as they reached the top floor of the castle. They neared the portrait entrance to James and Lily’s room as James came barrelling out.

“Where the hell were you? We looked everywhere, I was worried sick,” he said as he took Lily his arms. “Thanks Padfoot.”

“No worries mate. Now if you don’t mind I have a date with my godson. That is if I can rescue him from Dumbledore.” Sirius smiled and walked quickly down the corridor. James turned back to Lily as he disappeared around the corner.

“Where did you go?”

“I went to the Astronomy Tower to think for awhile. I’m sorry you were worried but I hadn’t realised I’d been gone that long.”

James took Lily’s hand and led her into their room. He pushed her down on to the bed and sat down next to her. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were. I haven’t been treating you very good lately. I don’t pay any attention to you; I don’t tell you I love you. Lily, I’m-”

“Very busy, that’s all. James, I’m not mad. What kind of person would I be if I was mad at you for trying to save an entire school of kids?”

“A normal person, a person who isn’t as sweet and wonderful as you, a person who would demand that their husband pay attention to them every second of the day. God, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Sometimes I ask myself the same question,” Lily smiled and kissed James lightly on the lips. He leant forward to kiss her again but she had already fallen back on the bed. He leant down and gently put his hand to her face. Tomorrow would be full of nerves and worries and plans. But for now they were content to concentrate fully on each other.


I no I no its not as long as usual and im sorry but I didn’t want to start the next part just yet. I was meant to but I just couldn’t do it. Warning to u all the next chapter is going to be very very short cuz it doesn’t belong in this chapter and it doesn’t belong in the one after it but it needs to be there so yeah u’ll all just have to deal!

Im currently writing three new stories: a Hr/Draco, a L/J at school, a strange one about Draco that’s an Angst but I don’t really no wat im doing except the name – Pure Blood to the End. I just like the name so I need a story to go with it! anyway that’s all for now, u prob wont hear frm me for awhile – I need to get these new stories out

Chapter 16: Anger
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Chapter Sixteen – Anger

James finished explaining the plans and routines for the nest day to the last guard to arrive, the new men from France. Thankfully they had all spoken English as Lily was the only one who understood French and even that didn’t go to far. He moved through the tent filled grounds alone the outskirts of the castle and back towards Hagrid’s Hut. Smoke puffed from the chimney and Hagrid’s pup, Fang, let James know that Hagrid was in.

“James! Come for a visit finally? It’s about time, I saw Lily two days ago and I thought I’d see you sooner than this.”

James chuckled as he sat down next to the fire, “Sorry Hagrid, we’ve just been so busy I haven’t even been allowed to go watch the Gryffindor’s fly or anything. Tell me, are they any good?”

“Their alright; naught as good as Sirius and you, but still up there. They won the Cup last year and they beat Slytherin already so it’s looking good. There’s a new seeker this year, Bill Weasley I think his name was, good kid he is, trains twenty four hours a day.”

“Weasley, that wouldn’t be Arthur Weasley’s son would it? Arthur is one of the Order now.”

“Yeah, one in the same Weasley. They’ve got another five kids at home and I believe Molly is pregnant again.”

“Whoa, they have their own Quidditch team plus reserve. I’m jealous.”

Hagrid frowned, “You have enough to deal with in your own family at the moment.”

“What do you mean?”

“Young Lily, in here the other day she was, asking me to promise that I’ll always look after ‘Arry. Crying and everything, she didn’t want you to know.”

“What!” James stood up. “I don’t believe her, I’ve told her that everything is going to be alright, that she didn’t need to worry.”

Hagrid nodded, “She was right though; she said you wouldn’t understand.”

“Damn right I don’t understand,” James said angrily. “She’s expecting the worst.”

“Can you blame her James; look at the world around you. Think from someone who’s had the worse all her life. Lily’s life has been corrupt with death and loss and disappointment. You’re about the only good thing in it – why wouldn’t she expect you to be taken away from her too?”

James thought this over, “I’m going to go talk to her.”

As he left the hut and headed back toward the castle he realised that was about the wisest thing Hagrid had ever said to him, and it didn’t involve some kind of ‘friendly’ magical creature.


Lily was just putting Harry down for his afternoon sleep and settling down to read a book when James came banging into the room. She looked up in surprise at her husband.

“I thought you and Sirius had work to do for tomor-” she stopped when she saw James’ angry face. “What’s wrong honey?”

“Why did you ask Hagrid to make sure Harry will be alright when he grows up?” James looked down at her.

“I…I…” Lily stared up at him.

“You don’t need to go round and ask people that Lily, we’re going to be there to see our son grow up.”

“I’m glad you think that James, you seem to have enough confidence for the both of us,” Lily said, finding her voice and standing to face her husband head on.

“You have enough doubt for the both of us!”

“Someone has to think realistically and God knows that it isn’t you! You think your invinicible James and your not. No one is.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me Lily, why do you worry? We’re going to get through this and live to see our son get married,” he cried desperately.

“If you’re so sure that nothing is going to happen to me then let me fight tomorrow when the Death Eaters come, let me be there instead of hiding up here with the First Years and Harry.”

James shook his head, “No.”

“You think we’re safe, then prove it.”

“Lily, you’re not going to fight.”

“Why not? I’m trained as a Hit Wizard James; I’m just as good as all the Aurors.”

“No,” James shook his head slowly.

“Yes, I’ve already arranged it with Dumbledore; I’m with Sirius’ lot on the south side of the lake.”

“I forbid it Lily.”

Oh, you forbid it do you!” Lily was scarlet red with anger.

“Yes I forbid it! I am your husband and I won’t let you fight tomorrow.”

“Damn you James! You’re just as arrogant as you were when you were fifteen. Nothing’s changed has it! You still think you’re the king of this world. Well guess what? I don’t take orders from anybody, especially not you,” Lily screamed and James went white in shock. In the sudden silence they could hear Harry crying from the bedroom. “Now, I’m going to MY son.”

She left the room and slammed the bedroom door behind her. James sat down the chair that Lily had occupied minutes earlier. He was shocked at what had happened but he wasn’t about to apologise to Lily. He slipped through the portrait hole and left the room empty.

Lily entered the room after settling Harry down again. She saw the room was empty and sighed. What had she just done?


“Hey Prongs, what’s up?” Sirius called from the other end of the corridor. James didn’t answer and as they drew nearer Sirius could see his best friend’s face clouded with anger. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Lily,” James said through gritted teeth.

“Oh,” Sirius looked kind of apologetic and shameful. “You found out about her fighting tomorrow then?”

James stopped walking and stared at his friend, “You knew?” he gasped. “You knew and you didn’t try and stop her?”

“No one could stop her James; she was going to join the fight in the plans or not in the plans. Who do you think put her in my group? At least I can watch her for you.”

“She shouldn’t be there at all.”

“James you’re not thinking straight. Lily is trained for battle, she’s one of the most talented witches in the Ministry and we’ll need her until the Ministry officials arrive.”

“Couldn’t she at least be with me?” James was hanging to straws.

Sirius shook his head, “Dumbledore said you’d be too worried and checking up on her at every last minute. But he did give me something.” He handed James a silver ID bracelet. In the middle of the chain was a small silver cube. Inside the cube glowed a healthy red light.

“What is this?”

“It’s a Life Charm, it’s kind of like Dumbledore’s Life Chart but it only shows you the health of one person.”

“Lily,” James whispered as he slipped the bracelet onto his wrist.

Sirius nodded, “The red means she’s fine, it’s when it turns black that she’s hurt. And when the light disappears completely she’s…” he trailed off.

“Dead,” James said flatly.

Sirius patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk down the corridor. James continued to stare at the red light reflected form the cube onto his wrist. At least that was some consolation with her fighting. He turned and headed down the corridor where he had just come from.


“They are in position and ready to move in,” Lucius Malfoy was adjusted to the black room in which his master resided. “Shall I give the order?”

“No Lucius,” Voldemort hissed. “You know the plan, not until tomorrow.”

“But master if we attacked now then we would have the element of surprise,” Malfoy protested.

“We have the element of surprise now Malfoy, I want everything ready. At the moment the students would be scattered, harder to control them all at once. No, I must wait until they are all in the Great Hall, for the magic there is nothing compared to that in the common rooms.”

“Master, doesn’t the magic that protects the school leave during the holidays?” Malfoy asked hesitantly.

Voldemort nodded, “Some does, but not as much as you would think. I’m sure Albus has thought of adding charms to protect the school during these times.”

“So there are still boundaries.”

Again Voldemort nodded, “But they will go when Hogwarts has no Headmaster.”

“Master you have yet to give me my orders.”

Voldemort smiled icily, “Your orders, Lucius, are to take down Albus Dumbledore.”

Malfoy gulped as Voldemort turned around and henceforth dismissed him from the room.


James entered his family’s rooms to find Lily sitting on a chair in the corner, staring blankly at the wall, her eyes red as if she had been crying. She didn’t look up when he came in but flinched when he neared her. James paused when he saw this.

“You flinched,” he said.

Lily looked up, “What?” she said, confused.

“You flinched when I started to walk toward you, why did you do that? I would never hurt you.”

“I… I didn’t flinch,” Lily looked down.

James knelt in front of her but Lily wouldn’t look at him, “Are you afraid of me?”

Lily shook her head.

“Then why did you flinch?”

“I’m afraid of what you’re becoming,” Lily whispered. Still she did not looked at him, only looked down.

James was taken back by this, “What do you mean, what I’m becoming. I’m the same person I always was.”

Lily looked up now, “No, James, your not. You’re not the boy I fell in love with, the man I married. You’ve become overbearing and overprotective. I mean there’s worrying and then there’s…”

James still looked confused.

Lily looked angry, “James did you not hear yourself just before? You ordered me because I was your wife, as if that gave you the right. I won’t stand for that James.”

“I entered this marriage under the vow that we would be equal and you agreed. But truth be told, in your mind, we’re not. To you I will always be the one who has to be protected. You might have the blood of a million great wizards but I, a Muggleborn, am just as powerful as you.”

James didn’t look confused, “What do you mean by that? Are you implying that I think of you like the Slytherins did! Are you accusing me of thinking that just because I’m a pureblood I’m better than you are?”

Lily stared at him straight in the eye.

“Lily, I don’t think like that. It’s just I would hate to see you hurt. I don’t think I could live without you or with myself if anything happened to you or Harry,” James pleaded, trying to soften those angry emerald green eyes.

Slowly Lily changed, her body became less tense and her eyes softened slightly. “James…” she sighed. “God I’m so pathetic, I want to be mad at you and God knows I have the right too. How do you always know the right thing to say?”

James smiled brilliantly and took Lily’s hands, “It’s all because you’re so deeply in love with me.”

Lily chuckled as she hugged James tightly, “But it’s not fair! I want to be mad, I deserve to be mad.”

James pulled back slightly, “Look after yourself tomorrow,” he said softly.

“You’re alright with me going?” Lily looked surprised.

James nodded and pulled back his sleeve to reveal the silver Life Charm. “Dumbledore gave me this, the light represents you. When it’s red; you’re healthy, black; something’s wrong and when the light disappears you’re…” Just as Sirius had James trailed off.

“Dead,” Lily finished touching the Charm. “I want one for you and Harry.”

James nodded, “We’ll see Dumbledore after dinner, and he should do it. I’ll get Harry added to mine too.”


Okay well that’s it for now, I’m sorry this took so long but at least I go tit up before Christmas, the next chapter is going to be so hard to write – I’m not good at battle scenes or anything but it will be quite long and be prepared for a surprise that I thought of as I wrote the end of this chapter – it’s something you’ll never see coming.


Chapter 17: Start of the Battle
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Chapter Nineteen – Start of the Battle.

Lily hunkered low in the dug out, the slight breeze causing the two charms on her bracelet to chime on her wrist. Beside her Sirius was cursing under his breath as he too remained stooped low in the small bunker.

“Remember, the first sign of green sparks we move in,” Alastor Moody growled from the other side of Lily. His good eye was trained in one spot in the sky while the other was rolling around the hidden troops, making sure each and every solider did as he had been instructed. “And if there’s red sparks it means that Vold-”

“Moody we know the drill, we’ve been over it hundreds of times,” Sirius interrupted. “Each and every one of us could go through with this in our sleep.”

“And so you should be able to. What if one of them goes into shock and can’t think! You need to be able to do this without thinking, that’s why going over it is so important,” Moody growled back. “You young ones, so ready to rush into things, in my time and Auror was treated with utmost respect and he was never interrupted –”

“There’s the green sparks, on the south side of the castle, near the lake. It’s Remus’ side,” Lily cried and two hundred soldiers burst from the five bunkers on the east side of the castle.

When they reached the lake Lily faced for the first time the raw battle of good versus evil. Men fought against each other, killing at will and without a thought. She swallowed hard and reminded herself she had entered this fight willing before throwing herself into the battle.

She stunned left and right and dodged hundreds of bright lights and beams as she did. But as a black cloaked figure fell at her feet, she saw another one in the same identical cloak slip into the castle doors, unnoticed by everyone down at the lake. She slipped away from the main crowd and swept up the grounds, managing to remain invisible.

Lily entered the Entrance Hall to find it empty. She immediately headed toward the stairs, running as fast as she could. She weaved an intricate path through the halls, unaware she was being followed. Her only thoughts were getting to the black cloaked figure before he got to what he was after.


“Dumbledore I really don’t think I should be here with you and the baby. Surely this is the place the Dark Lord would first come to, should he get the chance,” Severus said as he paced the room where he, Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were waiting out the fight.

“All the more reason you should be here Severus,” Albus said calmly. “Voldemort will not harm you in this castle, here you are on your territory and Hogwarts protects those that are loyal to it in return.”

“I’m not sure I understand you, sir.”

“You don’t need to understand Severus, you need to believe.”

Just then the door was opened and a black cloaked figure, hood raised, stepped into the room.


Lily caught sight of the figure just as it disappeared around the last corner. She screamed silently in fury and pushed herself along the corridor. But she turned the corner and found herself face to face with a wall. A wall which no one should be able to enter.

Suddenly a knife was pressed to her throat from behind and a voice hissed in her ear, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat this very minute.”

Lily stiffened against the blade and then forced herself to clam down before she answered, “Because you’ll be killing your wife and bringing up your son on your own.”

The blade dropped to the floor with a clatter and two strong hands twirled Lily around to face her attacker, “God, Lily, I’m sorry. I thought you were … someone else.”

“I established that,” Lily said dryly as James just stared at her in shock of what he almost did. “Damn you move quietly though, I didn’t know anyone was following me and I was listening the whole time.”

James grinned, “I wore those shoes you gave me for my birthday, the Muggle ones, spiers or something.”

“Sneakers, sweetheart, they’re called sneakers. Now, how do we get through the wall,” Lily looked away from her husband and at the solid grey wall they were standing in front of. “Who ever I was following went through there, how they knew about the wall is beyond me.”

“I smell a rat,” James said grimly as he put one hand against the wall. “Someone ratted us out and the only people who knew about the wall were Dumbledore, the Marauders, you and Severus Snape. And as much as I hate to say it, it couldn’t have been Snape.”

“You don’t mean you think it was –” Lily trailed off and looked anxiously up at James.

“One of the Marauders? Yes I think it was,” James sighed. “It wasn’t Sirius; he wouldn’t do that to me. Peter’s to weak and that only leaves one person. Who has a dark side he can’t control and has been taken by the dark side before.”

“Remus wouldn’t… he couldn’t have.”

“He might not have been able to help it. If they got him during a transformation then they could do anything they wanted with him, if the first hours after he changes back he’s almost as weak as a kitten,” James rubbed at his temples and Lily gathered him into her arms for a quick hug.

“We have to get through the wall James, did Dumbledore tell you how too?”

James shook his head, “He said it was too dangerous to have a way in. But apparently it is possible.”

“Damn him!” Lily slammed a hand into the wall and collapsed against it. James said nothing, only slid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.


“So we meet again Tom,” Albus Dumbledore stepped toward the cloaked figure.

“Yet another happy reunion,” the figure said sarcastically and drew back his hood. “And this time we will both not walk away from this fight.”

“You were a good student Tom, smart mind, good instincts. It shouldn’t be like this.”

“Why? Because I had so much love and affection showered on me during my childhood? Because I had a happy and secure home, two parents who love each other and me so dearly? Tell me why I shouldn’t be who I am,” Voldemort sneered at the wizened man.

“I can’t tell you what you don’t want to hear Tom. I can’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“You mean like you didn’t force one of my most loyal servants to turn against me in my time of need,” Voldemort retorted, acknowledging Severus for the first time.

“He came to me Tom, I am not the one who forces people to follow me or die as a consequence,” Dumbledore spoke with such an air of confidence that Voldemort seemed to falter.

“My servants do not leave me, I send them away!” he roared. “They are nothing without me, they need me.”

“I don’t need you,” Severus hissed, stepping forward, just behind Dumbledore. “I never needed you.”

“You were nothing when I took you in. I gave you everything you every wanted. Free rein in a full stocked potions laboratory, as many helpers as you need, a chance to brew potions you would otherwise never even know about. And this is how you repay me?”

“When I came to you I didn’t know what I was doing,” Severus spoke louder this time, more assured of himself with every word. “I was just out of school, my parents had just died, my family not interested in helping me, only themselves. I was foolish then, I’m not now.”

“You are foolish if you think that old man can protect you,” Voldemort laughed, withdrawing his wand from his pocket.

“This old man has given me more than you ever did. He gave me a reason care, a reason to live, a reason to fight. He’s ten times the wizard you will ever be without even trying,” Severus stepped forward fiercely.

“You are a fool Snape,” Voldemort shook his head. “You could have been something in this world. Advada Kedavra!”

A jet of bright green light burst from Voldemort’s wand and shot towards Severus. Two millimeters before it hit his chest it stopped and dispersed into nothing.

Voldemort cursed and glared at Dumbledore, “You’ve turned him totally haven’t you? You’ve totally brainwashed him.”

“I haven’t done anything except help him when he asked me to,” Albus said calmly. “He made up his own mind in his own time.”

Severus looked back and forth between the two most powerful wizards in the world, “What the hell is going on?”

But Voldemort’s gaze had already slipped past Severus and over to the bassinet that sat in the far corner of the room. “Never mind Snape, I came here for something else.”


Sirius dodged a disarming curse and aimed his own stunning spell back in the direction it had come from. He ran three steps and threw another before he ran the rest of the distance to a bunker where Remus was waiting for him.

“Moony, you alright?” he asked anxiously.

Remus shook his head, “I got hit with a paralysis charm and I can’t move my wand arm at all. I’ll have to stay here and pray none of those sons-of-bitches notice me.”

“Have you seen James or Lily or Peter?”

Remus again shook his head. “James was here at the start of the fight, his troop were the first to get here when we sent up the sparks. Peter I never saw, nor Lily.”

“I kept sight of Lily for awhile, and then lost her in the crowds. I hope she’s alright, James will kill me if she’s not,” Sirius scanned the roaring grounds and the many bodies that lay at the feet of those still standing, still living. “This has a long way to go until it’s over.”

Remus nodded in agreement but Sirius had already gone.


“Are you sure you never read anything in all your Transfiguration books about walls and doors?” Lily asked desperately, as she tried every charm she could think of against the wall.

“I’ve told you a million times, I’ve got no idea what kind of magic is being used to hold this wall in place,” James said impatiently as he aimed his own spells at the concrete.

“James we have to get in there! We have to get in there!” Lily cried and threw herself at him.

James sighed and wrapped his arms around her. “We will get in there Lils, I promise. Just give me some time to think.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. Then he smiled, “I think I have an idea.”


“You won’t get him Tom, give it up,” Dumbledore responded without a beat. “If he’s the one, you won’t get him.”

“Who says he is the one, I don’t care about the one, I just want him gone,” Voldemort snarled, a hungry look entering his hungry red eyes.

“You’ll have to find him first,” Snape grinned and Voldemort looked confused for a second.

“What have you done with the boy Albus,” Voldemort lunged toward the bassinet and Snape stood by to let him pass. Voldemort reached the bassinet and reached in to pull out a wad of blankets. Inside, wrapped carefully was a teddy bear, the very one that Albus Dumbledore had cuddled as a child.

Voldemort roared in rage and through the soft toy across the room, where it burst into shreds. He turned back to the centre of the room to find Dumbledore and Snape had both disappeared. He roared again and with a twirl of his coat, suddenly disappeared from the room.


“Did you hear that?” James asked Lily as they paced the corridor outside the blank brick wall.

“Yeah, I did,” Lily paused and put her ear to the wall. “It was someone yelling but whatever or whoever it was, it’s gone now.”

Just then Snape appeared at the other end of the corridor. James turned and saw him, immediately advancing.

“Where’s my son?” he demanded, “You were meant to stay with until it was over.”

“Dumbledore told me to find you. The Dark Lord found us, he got through that wall,” Snape gestured to the wall behind James. “We escaped and Dumbledore told me to come find you, he said you were here, trying to get through.”

“Where did the Dark Lord go? Please tell he’s not loose in the castle that still has students in it!” Lily asked worriedly, thinking of the hundreds of students locked into their common room with no explanation and no one to assure them they would get out alive.

“I don’t know where he went but Dumbledore seemed confident that he wasn’t in the castle, otherwise he would never have sent me. If the Dark Lord found me, I’d be dead right now,” Snape started to lead the way back down the corridors.

“I wish,” James muttered and Lily nudged him sharply in the ribs.

“So Harry is safe, he’s with Dumbledore?” Lily asked anxiously, to worried to concern herself with the ongoing feud of Snape and the Marauders.

“Yes, he’s safe but he’s not with Dumbledore. He’s with Professor McGonagall now; she took him away from the castle. But she’s going to bring him back as soon as the dangers past,” Snape said hurriedly.

“Why didn’t he stay with Dumbledore?’ James asked angrily. “Why didn’t you bring him too me?”

Snape was about to shrug when an icy voice answered, “Because the old fool knew that I’d find you Potter, and that I’d kill you when I did.”


The door to Dumbledore’s office swung open as the Headmaster paced the room, waiting for reports from across England about Aurors still trying to reach Hogwarts. A tall, thin man with startling blonde hair and a pale complexion strode through the door, his wand drawn and a haughty yet petrified expression on his face.

When the door had opened Dumbledore had frozen, his back to the door. Without turning from his postion he raised his head and smiled slightly.

“I was wondering when you would come Lucius.”

Hey everyone, hope that’s alright. I lost the last version of this so I’m afraid this isn’t as good but its close enough. Its been so hard to right and I though I should leave you with a couple of cliffhangers to keep you on your toes. Please review!