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The Letter-James Potter



“Oh, Jamesie, wake uppppp!”



I sat up so fast I felt dizzy. The first thing I see is a large black mass looking down on me and I push it off my bed. After putting on my glasses, I see my two best friends on the floor, laughing hysterically.



“You—should—have—seen—your—face!” Sirius Black said between laughs. He shook his dark black hair out of his blue-grey eyes and stood.



“Arg, Padfoot!” I lay back down and covered my head. “That really sounded like her.”



“Prongs is right, that was a very good impression,” Remus Lupin had a thoughtful look on his scarred face, “Maybe a little too good.”



“Shut it, Moony.”



I yawned. “What time is it?”



“Oh, around nine-thirty,” replied Remus also standing up from his place on my room’s carpet.



“Why’d you wake me?”



“Your mum said breakfast is ready,” Sirius told him.



I jumped up, “Why didn’t you say so?”



They went down as I got dressed. Putting on my glasses I looked in the mirror. Hair messy as usual. Trying to flatten it down, I made my way to the Potter family kitchen where Sirius was already scooping eggs onto his plate.



“Morning, James,” Mum said from behind the counter.



“Morning, where’s Pinkie?” The house-elf usually made a very good breakfast.



“She’s cleaning up the books. Some looked as though they would fall apart,” she told me handing me a plate.



“Thanks.”



“So, what are you boys going to do today?” she asked us.



“Um,” Remus looked to Sirius and me.



“Quidditch,” Sirius and I said simultaneously.



She laughed, “Boys, you’ve been playing Quidditch every single day.”



“Well, they need to practice so Gryffindor can take the Cup,” My dad walked into the room and sat down. Even at his age his hair is still like that, there is no hope for me.



“Just in time, honey, here comes the mail,” as my mum said that, an owl came through the open window with a clump of letters. The owl dropped the pile and flew back out the other window. Mum went to grab the letters and I saw a large envelope in a coral color. It stood out from all the other letters because of its size and color.



“Hey, mum, what’s that?” I asked her.



She looked like she was remembering something. “It’s for your father.”



“Huh?” He looked up from the Daily Prophet and stared at the letter for a full minute. I lean over to get a closer look at the envelope.  I wonder what the two golden D’s stand for? It’s probably for auror work.



Sirius looked at me and mouthed, what is it?



I don’t know, I mouthed back.



“Well, whatever it may be, you better open it,” Mum had gone back to looking through the mail.



“Yes, yes I should,” He stood and went into his office.



Remus, Sirius and I looked to my mum for an explanation.



“It’s probably just—“Dad reentered the kitchen, cutting her off.



“It’s alright, they just want me to go back for old time’s sake,” He smiled. “They also said that I could bring James.”



“So it was them?” Mum asked him.



“Yes.”



Sirius looked up, “Who?”



“I wonder,” My father scratched his chin, not answering Sirius. He went out of the room again and came back with an owl and a paper that he had written on. He attached the paper to the owl and gave it directions to somewhere. The owl took flight and he turned back to us.



“Margaret, I believe it is time to tell the boys about the DD.”



“The what?” I asked.



“Why don’t we go into the sitting room,” Mum said taking off her apron.



I looked to Remus and Sirius, there faces full of confusion and curiosity. We hopped off the chairs and followed my dad into the room. Sirius and I sat down on chairs and Remus took a seat on the couch.



“Well,” Dad came in and shut the door behind him. “Here, you guys can read the letter.” He handed me a letter. It said:



Dear Mr. Harold G. Potter,



We wish to herby invite you to join us to watch the last duel of the summer. It will be all the winners of the many duels we have had this summer. You may bring your son, James H. Potter to the match so he can witness a most amazing spectacle. Regular rules applied, see below. It will be held on August 28th, 1977 and shall start at eleven thirty in the same place as you should remember. If for some reason you do not remember the location, you will have to contact us by the use of the owl we sent you. Please send back an answer or any questions you may have via owl.



Thank You,



Samuel A. Burns



                                                                              Samuel A. Burns, Owner of the D.D. 



Once stunned, unable to move, or incarcerated, the dueler can not move from the arena and must stay stunned, incarcerated or unable to move until all teammates get out or the duel is over. Allowed to duel the Muggle way and the Magical way to enhance the fight. No armor (except for mask) or protective shields to be worn, allowed to cast a shield spell, though. Must wear mask to cover face to keep the identity secret, for privacy purposes. 



 


“As soon as Sirius is done reading, we will answer your questions,” Mum told me.



I looked over to see that Remus had passed the letter on to Sirius. How fast can he bloody read?



After what seemed to take hours, Sirius finished reading and the letter was passed back to my dad.



“Any questions?” He asked.



“What does it mean?’



“What is the DD?”



“Why did you get the letter?”



“What’s the Muggle way of fighting?”



“How does it know my name?” My dad held up his hand, silencing us.



“First off, let me tell you a story,” He told us.



“When I was in my fifth year at Hogwarts, I came across a group talking about the DD. Now, I won’t go into detail, but I spent that entire year searching for this mysterious DD. I had thought it was a person at first, but I soon realized it was a group of people. ‘



‘Well, not a group exactly, but many different teams that fought each other. When I say fight, I mean duel, with spells, hexes, curses, pretty much anything except Unforgivables. The Muggle portion is if your wand is taken and you can’t get it back, you can still fight. Like punching and kicking, even biting. No one knows when this ‘club’ was created, or why, but I think it was made to help young people become better duelers and to make sure they are able to protect themselves. ‘



‘As soon as I had found out what the group really was, I wanted to join as soon as possible. I went up to one of the people I had heard talking and told them I knew. The boy that I told was mad at first because they aren’t supposes to let anyone find out, but he brought me to their ‘leader’ on a Hogsmeade weekend.’



‘The leader at the time was Samuel Burns’ father, George Burns. He and I spoke for an hour, the most suspense filled hour of my life, and he finally allowed me to join a team because they were down a player from injury. You see, all teams must have three players, no more, no less. My two teammates had just joined also, but were still very good. ‘



‘I had to practice every day for five months. They taught me new spells, fighting stances, how to throw a punch, everything. They both went toBeauxbâtons Academy of Magic, so I didn’t see them at Hogwarts. After practicing all this, we started the actual duels. The first season, there are the summer season, winter season, and spring season; we won four out of ten duels. That doesn’t sound like much, but it was a lot for beginners.”



He took a breath. My dad, part of a dueling group, talk about awesome! Remus and Sirius are looking shocked as well. I wonder why we haven’t heard about this group.



“Your father’s team got better, by the time they retired from the club, they had won 353 out of 389 games,” my mum said.



“Mrs. Potter, how do you know about the DD? I thought it was against code to tell people?” Sirius asked.



“It wasn’t against code to tell other members,” She said smiling.



Wait, what did she say?                                  



 “What?”



“I was part of a team also, the Hot Hippogriffs, actually.”



I cringed; I couldn’t picture my mum being hot.



“So girls play?” Sirius asked her.



“Yes, Sirius, girls can participate,” Mum told him, “They didn’t separate the females and males.”



“You’d be surprised,” Dad was shaking his head now, “The girls actually beat us males a few times.”



“Really?” Sirius asked.



“Yeah, gender didn’t matter,” Dad’s head was in his hands, “Actually, your mother’s group beat mine a number of times.”



I snorted. My dad, getting his ass whooped by a group of girls, HA!



“Oh,” Remus looked at my parents, “Did DD stand for something?”



Right, Duh. That’s important.



“Yeah,” Mum answered, “The Dueler Dungeon.



Sirius guffawed. “Nice.”



“Yeah, I must admit the name is sort of tacky,” my dad laughed, “That’s why most of us call it the DD.”



“Oh.”



A tapping sound could be heard from the kitchen. We all stood up and went in to see an owl at the window.



It’s holding another coral colored envelope in its beak. Must be Dad’s.



Dad went up and took the letter out of the bird’s beak. It flew right back out the window like it had come. I looked back to see my father opening the letter and scanning its contents. He smiled.



“I just got permission to bring two guests, plus James,” He said. “Remus, Sirius, would you like to come to the DD?”



“Heck yeah!” Sirius said, excited.



“If it wouldn’t be any trouble, sir,” Remus said.



I laughed at the difference in their responses.



~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~~



“It really sucks that Wormtail can’t be here,” Remus said as we were getting dressed for the DD. “To bad he’s in America helping out his mum’s aunt.”



“Yeah,” I said pulling on my shirt, “Hey, I wonder how we get to this pace. Or where it is for that matter.”



“Hmm, I never thought about that,” Remus replied, “Good point.”



“Do you guys think there will be any girls?” Sirius asked.



“Well, Prongs’ dad said the girls were good at the duels too, so yeah, probably,” said Remus.



“No, I mean do you think there will be any girls?” he wiggled his eyebrows.



Remus snorted. “Possibly, Padfoot, possibly.”



When we finished getting ready (Sirius had to spend several minutes on his hair incase there were any girls there), we went down to see my dad. Mum decided not to go, so she is staying home with Pinky. Remus, Sirius, and I followed my dad into the back yard of our house in Godric’s Hollow.



“O.K., boys, grab my arms, we’re going to apparate,” Dad told us.



Remus and I grabbed his arms and Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. Then we were squeezed into the sudden darkness. A moment later we appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.



“Hello, Mr. Potter, what can I get for you today?” the barman asked.



“Nothing today, just going to the Alley,” my dad replied.



“You sure?”



“Positive.”



We walked out back and Dad tapped the bricks. Once the archway formed, we went through into Diagon Alley. People are all over as usual and the shops are covered in crowds. Dad took us through the crowds and all the way to the back end of the alley way.



“Is this it?” Sirius asked as we came to a halt.



The building in front of us looks like it has been deserted for years. The windows are boarded up and the walls have holes in them. I bet the inside looks like the Shack a little.



“Ever heard the saying ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’, Sirius?” Remus said.



“Exactly, Remus,” Dad smiled and took out his wand.



“Wait,” I said, “Won’t the people see us enter?”



“No, right now we are under an invisible cover,” Dad told us, “No one can see us except us.”



“Oh, that’s helpful,” Sirius commented.



“Very.”



Dad said a quick spell that only members must know and was about to go through the door when he turned suddenly and reached in his pockets. He pulled out four items that resembled masks. He handed three to me, all grey.



“I almost forgot, just incase something happens, put these on and don’t take them off unless I tell you too,” Dad told us.



I handed one to each Remus and Sirius and we followed my dad through the door. Man, were we in shock by what we saw.



The inside of the room was large. No, not large, humungous. The floors are made of white stone and the walls are black velvet. The walls are blank except for a thin white line running through the middle of the walls all the way around the room. There are three grey doors directly in front of us and one red door on each side wall.



But, the room wasn’t what caught the three boy’s attention; it was the hundreds of people in the room along with them.



“Who are all these people?” I asked.



“Oh, yes,” my dad said, “I almost forgot that most members just come to watch the duels take place. Not to actually participate.”



“Wow,” Remus whispered.



“Oh, Mr. Potter, I’m glad that you made it!” said a male voice.



The group turned around to find a man in his late thirty’s, tall and wearing a suit.



“Samuel Burns, it’s great to see you,” said Dad, shaking the man’s hand.



“Likewise,” Burns said, “Are you ready for some great duels?”



“Yeah, we can’t wait,” Dad replied.



“Oh, this must be your son and friends,” Burns held out a hand and I shook it. “Wonderful to finally meet you.”



“Nice to meet you too, sir,” I told him as he went on to shake Remus’ hand.



“Are you excited to witness your first match?” He asked us.



“Yes,” Sirius replied quickly.



Burns laughed, “That’s good, and I believe it will be a good match today. Although after the match, I was just wondering if you would be able to meet some of our duelers.” He was now looking at Dad.



“Is that the only reason you asked me to come?” Dad was laughing.



“No, I honestly wish for you to see a match, it’s just are reining champs are good and I believe they are worthy to be in a legend like Harold Potter’s presence.” Burns said.



“How good are they?” Dad asked joking.



Burn’s reply was serious, though. “Really good, they might be as good as you were, I hate to say it, but they might be even better.”



Dad’s eyebrows shot up. “Really, hmmm, now I’m excited to watch the match.”



“Oh, yes, it should be starting soon. I have you sitting with me in the ‘Pensieve’ seats and the boys in the ‘Werewolf’ box,” Burns told us.



Remus sure went pale there. I wonder if it would seem odd if I snorted at how ironic it is.



A bell chimed in the distance and people started rushing through the newly opened doors.



“Don’t worry,” Dad said as Sirius made to run, “It’s assigned seating.”



“O.k., boys, just follow Marcus here,” A boy about twenty suddenly appeared next to Burns, “He’s going to take you to your seats. When you’re in there, you can take off your masks.”



Wow, that hair is almost as red as Lily’s. Oh Lily.



We followed Marcus up and down stairs and through a door with a moon on it. Inside the room, there are three seats and food on the tables against the walls. The walls and floor were different shades of blue. The wall facing the arena was a type of glass, it’s see through with a rubbery texture.



Remus whistled and threw his mask onto a chair.



Looking out the glass, a perfect view of a circle about twenty feet going each way, floor of the circle is sand and a wood wall with rocks on one side stood up in a corner. A small pond full of water lay in the opposite corner and a tree was standing next to it. The arena looked just like a battlefield, well, one with every type of terrain.



“Prongs look up,” Sirius said from my left.



I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. Above us is a huge stadium, seats everywhere, being filled by people of all shapes, sizes, and color. I could see a roped off area in a perfect view of the battle zone. That must be where Dad is sitting.



“Well, we might as well get comfortable,” Remus said, grabbing a water.



“Moony, do you see this? It’s like we’re right on the sand,” Sirius said, touching the ‘glass’.



“Yeah, but you can stand during the battle, which is in a few minutes, by the way.”

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