JAMES POTTER

AND THE BOLT OF AGES

By L. Wilt jamespotterproject@hotmail.com
The James Potter Project is a fan-fic written by L. Wilt. It is based upon the Harry Potter series written by J.K. Rowling and is in no way affiliated with J.K. Rowling or Warner Brothers.

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CONTENTS
ONE Seer and Plot 5

TWO The Wand Chooses the Wizard 8

THREE The Sorting Hats Offer 19

FOUR The Marked Man 33

FIVE The Bolt of Ages 50

SIX The Journey to Flourish and Blotts 61

SEVEN Rhyme and Riddle 69

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EIGHT Winters Daughter 77

NINE A Closer Look 89

TEN The Obsidian Altar 101

ELEVEN Hera 115

TWELVE Kreachers and Snares 124

THIRTEEN The Pendant of Bast 133

FOURTEEN Which Where 141

FIFTEEN Uncle Alphard 156

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SIXTEEN Feet With No Owner 168

SEVENTEEN The Man on the Platform 176

EIGHTEEN The Mark Revealed 190

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Chapter 1 Seer and Plot On the evening of December 31st, 1926, a child was born to a young, desperate, dying mother at a London orphanage. Living only long enough to name her son Tom Marvolo Riddle, after a father who did not love either of them, she died without supplying any further information about her mysterious past. Raised by Muggles, the boy Tom Riddle knew nothing of his true identity. His discovery of his own power, however, made him a danger to himself and those around him. By age 3, he had discovered ways to use his magic to abuse and control. By 11, he was more proficient in magic than wizards twice his age. It was at this time that the boy discovered his own true identity as a wizard, and began his formal magical education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He excelled at each task placed before him, and charmed all those around him such that they would never suspect the bright young mans ambition, or his secret studies of the dark arts. Ashamed to carry his Muggle fathers name, Tom assumed the title Lord Voldemort, which only his closest circle of followers knew. After graduating from Hogwarts, he traveled the world, seeking immortality and total power. He sank deeper into evil than any of his predecessors, transforming himself into an unrecognizable demon of the dark arts. Returning to Britain, no one knew him as the boy Tom Riddle. He was now Lord Voldemort, whose soul, torn apart by years of heartless murder, was blacker than the darkest nightmare.

Turn her over, he whispered. His voice was monotonously uncaring, and as cold as ice. A man in a hooded cloak and mask obediently dug his steel toe boot into the ribs of the ancient woman, whose fragile frame was draped in tattered shawls. She rolled to face upwards, her bruised face stained from tears mixed with rivulets of blood. Voldemort circled her quietly, only visible as a dark shadow beyond the periphery of the light. My patience is waning. Whom did you speak of in the prophecy.

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I do not know, the woman whispered, her veined hands trembling against the cold, hard stone. I have told you already, a true prophecy is not heard or sensed in any manner by the seer herself. Who dares to thrice defy me?! Voldemort hissed. I will destroy their existence, erase them from history! I cant Avada Kedavra! In a flash of blinding green light, the woman trembled no more. Voldemort stepped over her discarded body. After a few tense moments, one of the taller cloaked servants stepped forward to speak, a move so bold that only someone of high rank would dare to do it. My lord, he drawled unctuously. Was it entirely wise to silence her? No one else knows the prophecy. Voldemorts red eyes flared in the dimly lit room. Malfoy, I always thought you were one of my most faithful Death Eaters. If you wish to challenge my logic, I will discard you as simply as I discarded Madame Trelawney here. The man melted back into the shadows with the others who stood silent as phantoms, watching with greedy fascination. It is no matter, Voldemort announced, sweeping around to address the room at large. She was telling the truth. I always know when I am being lied to Some of the shapes around the periphery of the room shifted uneasily. Everything will go as planned. If someone at Hogwarts dares attempt to cross me in this endeavor, I will destroy them. My lord, will you personally retrieve the pieces? asked an awkward hunchbacked Death Eater. Voldemort stiffened with anger. I would, if it werent for that interfering idiot, Albus Dumbledore. I have others who will do my bidding, Death Eaters more faithful than you, Mulciber. Servants who can effectively hide amongst the Muggle worshippers that run Hogwarts. He crossed the room and blasted open the shutters of the window with a flourish of his twisted yew wand. Overlooking the busy London square full of Muggles, his face contorted with disgust.

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My plan is infallible. With that, he waved his wand, causing the broken body of the legendary seer behind him to rise from the floor like some sort of macabre puppet, and pitched it out the window. It spun in the air like a rag doll for a moment or two, and then fell ten stories to the muggle square below. Morsmordre! Above the square, an immense, glowing skull appeared in green sparks. A snake of thick smoke slithered grotesquely from its mouth. Before the screaming Muggles in the chaos below could look up to the window from which the body had fallen, Voldemort and his Death Eaters had vanished.

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Chapter 2 The Wand Chooses the Wizard

A summer breeze ruffled through the leaves of the lush oaks bordering a narrow lane in a small town called Godrics Hollow. It rippled through the dark, unkempt hair of a bespectacled eleven-year-old boy waiting patiently on a front porch of a white cottage. He held a hand to his brow to shade his hazel eyes as he stared into the sky, with a strange feeling that this was the day he was waiting for. Every morning for the past two weeks, he had taken up this spot on the front porch, squinting for the slightest movement of wings in the summer sky. It had to come today he felt it deep inside of him, somewhere between his ribs and his pounding heart. Fears stewed quietly inside him. What if the letter never came? What if there was a mistake, and he was actually a Squib? With a lurch in his stomach, he imagined a letter in his fathers hands, regretfully informing him that his son possessed no magical ability, while his mother sobbed in the background. What could a Squib do within a world full of others possessing an ability that permeated every part of their existence a power that he lacked? Then, quite suddenly, he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. The heart that was pounding against his ribs suddenly jumped to his throat. A handsome brown owl swooped down towards him, and dropped a letter into his outstretched hands.

Mr. James Potter Number 11, Hartford Row Godrics Hollow, South Glamorgan, Wales

Hands trembling, he tore the envelope open.

Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

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Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

The relief that flooded James spread from his chest to his toes and fingertips. He was definitely going. The letter made it final. A hand landed softly on his shoulder, making him jump. In his concentration to read the letter and supplies list, he did not see or hear the man, who looked like an older, blonde version of him, join him on the shady porch. Congratulations, James. His warm smile emanated pride. James grinned and showed his father the list. Does this mean we can go to Diagon Alley? he asked hopefully. I dont know His father teased, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Have you cleaned your room? Yes! James eagerly replied. Degnomed the garden? Yes! Fed Merlin? Yes! Then I suppose you should ask your mother. Jamess father laughed. Between you and me I dont think itll be difficult to convince her shes running low on potion ingredients. He ruffled Jamess hair and started down the front steps. Youre not coming? No, Im sorry James. As he turned, he looked noticeably more worn and tired. Unfortunately, the Ministry needs all of us today. It appears that wizard were after has killed another victim. He suddenly became tense. Do me a favor James please dont let your mother know I told you that. James knew he should let the subject go, but couldnt.

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Whats his name? For a moment, it looked as if his father was going to answer, but then thought better of it. Its a better idea not to talk about it, he replied tersely, crossing the path to the gate. I shouldnt have even told you. Please dont dwell on it the Ministry has it under control. He stopped and smiled back at James again. Congratulations on getting your letter, James, you should know were very proud of you. With a wink, he stepped outside the cottage gate and disapparated with a faint pop. After staring for a moment at the spot where he disappeared, James remembered the elation that he was accepted to Hogwarts. With a grin, he turned and sprinted inside. The Potters kitchen was tight but cozy, with the faint scent of sugar cookies in the air, mingled with the pungent scents of potions. Jamess mother stood at the counter, wand aimed lazily at the dishes doing themselves in the sink, reading the latest edition of Witch Weekly. She wore modest dark blue robes with a stained apron over top, her dark hair back in a messy knot. At her feet, an old German Shepard lay, attentively watching the garden out the screen door to the backyard for signs of gnomes. Mum! James bolted down the hall, skidding to a halt in the small kitchen. Mum! I got my letter from Hogwarts! Dad says to ask you if we can go to Diagon Alley! She dropped the magazine she was reading on the counter and smiled warmly at her son. She looked every bit as proud as her husband had moments earlier. Already? I had quite forgotten it was that time of year. Well now I guess I know what youve been doing every morning these past two weeks. She absently dropped her wand to her side, and the dishes in the sink collapsed with a jarring crash. The dog yelped and bolted from the room. Sorry Merlin! she called after him. So can we go to Diagon Alley? James asked hopefully, hurrying to dry the unbroken dishes in the sink, not without hoping the display would make her say yes. Have you taken out the trash?

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Yes, James replied. Feeling the next part coming, he quickly added, Ive also degnomed the garden and fed Merlin. Jamess mother smiled as she began to untie her apron. Youre in luck Mr. Potter, I need some more potion ingredients, so a trip to Diagon Alley sounds perfect. Well whats on the list then? We need a wand, a standard size two pewter cauldron, a set of brass scales, a set of glass or crystal phials, a kit of basic potion ingredients, and a telescope. James read off the list his mother, while she tossed the apron on the back of one of the chairs at the kitchen table. The table was cluttered with older copies of Witch Weekly and coupon clippings for beetle eyes, eagle talons, and a mess of other ingredients listed in the Daily Prophet. On the newspapers cover was a black and white photograph of a sparkling green skull with a snake slithering from its mouth. Sensing Jamess eyes on it, his mother turned it over at once. They still havent changed the first year supplies since I was a student at Hogwarts. She said quickly, turning away to rummage for something in the cabinet above the sink. She had to push some old potion bottles and empty ingredient boxes out of the way. I know I had some back here, I hope were not out of it tooah here it is! She pulled out a small sack of pale green powder. Well, I suppose we had better get going then! She handed James his handful as he climbed into the fireplace. His mother waved her wand, and with a start, James felt his shirt tuck in and his hair flatten. The shirt stayed, but his hair sprang right back into its usual mess. That hair of yours! It has a mind of its own that not even magic can tame. James smiled despite himself. He had always rather liked his unkempt hair. His fathers was the same way, though blonde. As he threw the floo-powder down in the fireplace, James felt a rush of excitement and warmth rise within him that had nothing to do with the emerald flames whisking him away to Diagon Alley he was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn magic just as his parents had, and he was not a Squib.

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Though he did not get to go there often, James had to admit that Diagon Alley was one of his favorite places in England. Godrics Hollow was home to many other wizarding families, but the diversity of the wizards and witches wandering in and out of the shops along the crowded cobble streets was unequaled by anywhere else James had ever been. Following behind his mother, he took in the scene. They passed two old warlocks arguing with a shopkeeper over the prices of ashwinder eggs, a mother feeding her young son bits of candy that made him float inches off the ground, and a pair of young girls chasing each other with glowing sticks that yelled youre it! whenever they made contact with someone. His mother carried bags full to the brim with new school robes, brass scales, glass phials, a telescope, and other odd magical objects. Right She said vaguely, reading the shopping list with the tip of her wand. I need to get the potion ingredients, and you should go get your books at Flourish and Blotts, its here on the right. Go ahead and get a wand at Ollivanders, too. Its on the other side of Gringotts, just past the second-hand robe shop. James entered Flourish and Blotts, which was full to the ceiling with books of every size, shape and color. There had to be thousands, if not millions of books lining every wall, and crammed into every possible open space between the floor and the ceiling. There were only a few passages between the shelves, like winding paths through a dark, tangled forest. Afraid to venture any further, James decided to wait near the counter. A few minutes passed before the shopkeeper floated out from the depths of the shop. Another one. The brusque, harassed little man squinted at James and snatched the list from his hands. It seems like theres more of you every year. Stay right here. Do not move, do not touch anything. Without a second glance, the man scuttled off into the dark depths, leaving James alone again. It was then that a snobby looking boy with blonde hair strode into the shop. He was tall, probably a fifth or sixth year. He was followed by an older, more rotund version

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of him with a mustache that James could only assume was his father. James couldnt help but stare at the two, clad in the most finely tailored black robes with gleaming silver trim. They carried themselves like royalty, and looked down their noses at the dusty floor and counter tops with disdain. They were perfect, but it was the kind of beauty that James found to be unsettling. The boy ran his finger along the counter and looked down at it as if it were something he would find on the bottom of his shoe. Disgusting. The boys father nodded in agreement. Quite right, Lucius. And no help in sight, he added lazily. What is the world coming to, when the richest, most pureblood family in all of Britain has to wait for service? James spoke before he could stop himself. The shopkeeper is helping me right now. Lucius looked taken aback. Neither of the two had taken any notice of Jamess presence before he had spoken. Oh is he now? Lucius father said silkily. That can be remedied. Lucius father waved his wand and a smooth bell tone resounded throughout the shop. Far off in the distance, at what could have been the back of the store, was a loud thud, rather like a pile of books hitting the floor. James figured they were probably his. A couple moments later, the old shopkeeper came running to the counter, clutching at his side and gasping for breath. Yes, Mr. Malfoy, sir, he panted. How can I be of service. What about my books? James cried indignantly. Never you mind, the shopkeeper hissed out of the corner of his mouth to James. Wait your turn! Knowing there was nothing to do now but wait, James watched as Mr. Malfoy and Lucius drawled on and on about which books they were looking for, and what condition they expected them to be in. The shopkeeper shuffled off again, and James, realizing he did not want to be left alone with those people, decided to take the risk and venture into the forest of books.

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The shop, which was impressive enough from the front, was even larger than James had initially thought. There were sections on every imaginable subject, from everyday spell books to specialty books that hummed, shook, sang, and even tap danced on the shelf to get his attention. Despite a book that sprouted an arm and began to drag itself across the floor after him pleading to be read, James was drawn to a section in a dark corner, which looked quite neglected. It was draped in cobwebs, and every inch of it blanketed in a thick layer of dust. The section title was engraved on an ancient looking brass panel nailed to the top of the shelf.

Myth and Legende

James ran his fingers across the spines on the shelf, raising tiny clouds of dust, reading the titles as he went: Death Omens: What to do when the worst is coming. The legend of the Peverell Brothers. Legacy of the Macedon King. The Lost Stones of Numenor. What part of do not touch anything was unclear to you? James nearly jumped out of his skin. IIm sorry, he stammered. The shopkeeper surveyed him impatiently for a moment, and then waved him along. James hurried to follow. That sections not for first year students, the shopkeeper growled. Its best you forget anything you saw there. When they arrived up front, he slammed a pile of books on the counter. They were new, but dented and scratched, as if they had been dropped on the floor. Your books, he grunted. Er..thanks. James paid the man, gathered his books, and hurried down the street towards the wand shop. On his way he passed the robe shop, pausing only a moment to watch a redhaired woman trying on second-hand wedding robes through the window, before he was distracted by a vendor selling drinks that looked like glowing red lava. It was difficult to

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keep himself on task, but finally he arrived at a shop beneath a fading, ancient looking sign:

OLLIVANDERS Makers of Magic Wands Since 382 BC

He stifled a cough as he entered an old dusty shop. There was already a wizard family speaking with the shop owner, but James was relieved to see that it wasnt the Malfoys. He found a seat by the window and sank down, glad to have a chance to rest. Near the counter, there was a short, blonde, round faced boy with a pointed nose and watery eyes who looked to be about Jamess age. He danced nervously from foot to foot, which at first gave James the impression that he had to go to the bathroom rather desperately, but it soon became clear that the boy was becoming distressed by the ordeal of finding a proper wand. His mother stood nearby, trying to control a spoiled looking little girl who was in the throes of a wild tantrum. Ollivander handed the boy another wand. Its all right, its all right boy, now give this one a wave! Ollivander shouted over the sound of the little girls crying. His words did not seem to encourage the scaredlooking boy. His hand trembled so much, it was a wonder he was able to grip the wand at all. His mother nodded impatiently to the boy, while trying to console her screaming daughter. I want to go to Fortescues Ice Cream Shop! the girl wailed. We will darling, just after Petey finds a wand, the mother cooed. But hes tried seventy six wands already! She sobbed. Were going to be here forever! The boy waved the wand feebly, causing the glass in the pane next to James to shatter. James ducked and covered his head, fortunately avoiding injury from the falling shards. See! Seventy seven! The girl wailed even harder. Ollivander hastily took the wand away from the watery-eyed boy, who looked about ready to faint, and aimed his own at the broken window.

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Reparo, he muttered. All of the glass flew back into the pane, and a moment later it looked quite like it had been before it was shattered. The old mans eyes fell upon James. Oh, hello there, are you all right? James lowered his hands and looked up to see Ollivander gazing at him intently. His eyes, like two giant orbs, were slightly jarring. Yes Im fine, thanks. Good, Im afraid Ill have to ask you to wait until we find a wand for this young man! Ollivander had to practically shout to be heard over the wailing girl, and handed another wand to the trembling boy. Chestnut, nine and a quarter inches, brittle, with a dragon heartstring core. Maybe wave it a little gentler this time. Peter gave the wand another wave, and suddenly, it was like the volume had been shut off. The girl had gone inexplicably silent, even though her mouth was still moving in what was clearly wailing. Well thats much better! breathed Ollivander. I think this wand has chosen you, young man. While his mother paid for his wand, the boy approached James. Sorry about the racket. He gestured towards his sister, who was already beginning to recover from being muted. Is it your first year at Hogwarts, too? Yeah, my name is James. James Potter. He extended his hand, which the boy shook with a slightly sweaty palm. Peter Pettigrew. Have you Petey time to go. His mother was already halfway out the door, his little sister at her heels. See you at Hogwarts. Peter finished with a lame shrug, hurrying to catch up with his family. James watched them go, but suddenly felt the pinprick sensation on his back that inexplicably told him he was being watched. He turned to find Ollivanders rather frighteningly moon-like eyes looking him over thoroughly. You must be James Potter, he finished with a small smile.

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Y-Yeah how did you? James stammered, nearing the high counter, littered with the wand boxes Peter had tried earlier. Ollivander rushed to the back room, a few feet to the right of the counter. His rummaging brought up small clouds of dust. It looked as if some of the boxes hadnt been touched for centuries. You look just like your father, but with darker hair. Ollivander called through the dust clouds. He returned with an old box. Try this one. Holly and phoenix tail feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Your fathers wand is holly, so it would not surprise me if your wand were the same. Fearing he may shatter the window like Peter, James closed his eyes and waved the wand as gently as he could. Nothing broke. In fact, nothing happened at all. He slowly opened his eyes only to see Ollivanders look of bewilderment. The old man looked all around the shop, muttering to himself in puzzlement. James was about to ask when his question was answered. That was the first time in all of my years working at this shop and trust me there have been many that absolutely nothing happened when a new Hogwarts student waved a wand. He peered curiously at James, which made him feel very uncomfortable. It was as if he was being scrutinized under a giant magnifying glass. So does that mean I should buy this wand? he asked hesitantly, wishing Ollivander would look away. The wand chooses the wizard, James, and this wand did nothing to indicate that it chose you, though its lack of any reaction is very curious indeed. You see this wand its brother Ollivanders voice trailed off as he continued to stare for a moment more, as if deep in contemplation. Just when James thought he couldnt take a second more of it, Ollivander took the wand back from him and packed it away safely in the box. He did not mention it again, and James did not ask. Unlike the first wand James tried, each of the next three wands produced a result when he waved them. After blowing up the register, vanishing Ollivanders hair, and turning the flowers on the counter into spiders the size of teacups, none of the wands seemed to choosing him like they were supposed to. Getting exasperated, James waved the fourth wand. With a crash, every box in the store flew off of shelves, out of

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cabinets, from inside closets, and crashed on the floor. Wands rolled all over the dark and ancient floorboards. He braced himself waiting for Ollivander to get angry. Whats this? Ollivander was not even looking at James or the wand in his hand. Instead, his eyes were fixed in the shelf behind him. It seems this wand was the only one left on the shelf. Why dont we give it a try? He reached deep back into the shelf, and retrieved a box from what looked like three feet deep into the wall. Mahogany, 11 inches, pliable good for transfiguration, the heartstring of a stag. Well, why not give it a go? When he placed it in Jamess hand, James suddenly felt a rush of golden warmth spread from his fingertips through his palm, up his arm, past his shoulder, and into his chest where it seemed to glow inside him. He was so preoccupied by this strange new sensation that he did not even see the streaks of light that pierced the dusty windowpanes of the ancient shop. I think we have found a winner. Ollivander looked impressed. It seems the shop got impatient and decided to show us which wand to take. It is certainly not the first time curious things have happened here, and I doubt it is the last. His crooked attempt at a smile was almost comical, but at the same time very unsettling. James paid for the wand, gathered his books, thanked Mr. Ollivander, and carefully found his way to the front door, trying not to tread on any of the wands littering the floor. He could still feel the piercing gaze of those moon-like eyes on his back. As he hurried back towards the main square to find his mother, he could not help but wonder if the fate of the holly and phoenix tail wand that so curiously did nothing was possibly related to his own.

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Chapter 3 The Sorting Hats Offer

The rest of summer melted away quickly. All thoughts about the holly and phoenix tail feather wand slowly vanished from Jamess mind, replaced by excitement for the coming term. It seemed like ages before the emerald green trees lining Hartford Row began to turn crimson and gold. By August 30th, James finally found himself running through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and gazing, for the first time, upon the Hogwarts Express. All around, wizard parents kissed and hugged their children before the trains departure to Hogwarts. James gazed around through the steam at the other families, wondering if it was possible for anyone else to be as excited as he was. Mark, I thought I told you to leave the dung bombs at home! To Jamess left, an angry woman was summoning foul smelling, slightly smoking packets from her sons pockets. Not far away, two young girls stood together arguing. The older of the two was positively fuming. It was a good thing her wand wasnt in her hand, because if it was she looked ready to curse her sister. Wizard fights, after all, could be very ugly affairs. A little further down the platform, James was distracted by a family attired in well tailored black robes. They stood out from the background of other wizard families, and their air of superiority briefly reminded him of the Malfoys. The stocky, dark haired mother was calling to her child, who James assumed was already aboard the train. Write as soon as you know what house youre sorted into! The woman called, adjusting the black cap on her head. Her scrawny dark-haired son, apparently too young to go to Hogwarts, sulked close to her. He shot an angry look at James for staring. Walburga, we already know hes a born Slytherin, said a taller, handsome dark haired man to her right. He patted his son on the head. Regulus, dont look so forlorn. Youll be at Hogwarts next year. James tore his gaze away, remembering that Slytherin House was where those of ambition were sorted. There wasnt a witch or wizard who went bad that wasnt from there. Thinking he would rather take any other house than Slytherin, he hoisted his heavy trunk into the luggage compartment, praying that nothing broke inside, and found his way

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back to his parents who hugged him each in turn. As his mother kissed his cheek, his father stepped back to take a look at him. For the past three generations, our family have all been sorted into Gryffindor House, where they say dwell the brave at heart. James wondered if this meant he would be sorted into it. What if he didnt get in? Would his family be ashamed? What would happen if he was sorted into Slytherin? As if reading his mind, his father answered, I hope you know, if you dont turn out to be a Gryffindor, theres nothing wrong with that. We just want you to be happy in whichever house youre sorted into. The hat is wise, it would not steer you wrong. It will take your choices into account. He smiled at Jamess look of relief. James made a note to himself that if he ever had kids, he would make sure to give them the same advice. Then suddenly, the train whistle blew, startling all of them. His mother turned to him. James youre going to be late! Get on the train! After one last look at his parents, James tore himself away and climbed aboard. The corridor was packed full of students waving goodbye to their families, so it took him a few moments to find a space at a window to wave to his parents. The train began to move, and he caught a fleeting glimpse of their smiling faces waving back at him before the train turned the corner and they vanished from view. The corridor began to empty. James wandered in and out of compartments for a long time until he finally found one with room to sit down. A pretty red headed girl was sitting alone near the window, and to his surprise, seated near the door was the sulking dark-haired boy he had seen on the platform with the black robed family. James sank down on the seat across from him. Did you sneak on the train? The boy stared back at him quizzically. What? he asked. I thought you were on the platform because you couldnt come until next year, said James. The boy looked utterly confused for a moment. Then, a look of comprehension came over his face, and he laughed slightly, swiping his dark bangs out of his eyes to get

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a better look at James. James realized that the eyes of this boy were much different than the one on the platform. These eyes were more mischievous, and carefree. He was also not as scrawny, more handsome than the boy on the platform. You must have seen my brother, Regulus. He smiled and extended a hand around a stringy, sallow, hook nosed boy who had just entered the compartment to sit with the red haired girl by the window. Im Sirius. Are you a first year too? James shook the boys hand, which was not at all sweaty like Peters. Yeah. Im James. They smiled at one another. So are you into Quidditch teams? I see youve got a Harpies shirt. Sirius leaned back and put his feet up on the seat next to James. Ill support Holyhead Harpies until the day I die. James smiled, happy to find someone else interested in Quidditch. Holyhead Harpies? I heard about their defeat of the Heidelberg Harriers in that seven-day match almost twenty years ago. My old man swears he was there. Wow, hes lucky. My parents never mentioned it, so I dont think either of them was there. My dad was a chaser on his house team though. Someday I want to play on the house team, but I hear first years never make it. What about you? Will you try out? Sirius let out a barking laugh. Quidditch isnt my thing. Now if they had a stunt motorcycle team at Hogwarts, I might be interested in trying out. James was fascinated. Motorcycles? Arent those for Muggles? Yeah, but theyre not bad. You should see the way my mum looks when I read motorcycle magazines. He paused dreamily, as if remembering some pleasant memory. Just then, the sallow faced boy near the window spoke loudly. Youd better be in Slytherin, he said to the girl across from him, who looked slightly flattered but confused. Slytherin? she asked. James looked around at the word. Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think Id leave wouldnt you? he asked Sirius, who was lounging in the seats opposite him.

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My whole family have been in Slytherin, he said. Blimey, said James, and I thought you seemed all right! Sirius grinned. Maybe Ill break the tradition. Where are you heading if youve got the choice? James lifted an invisible sword. Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad. The sallow faced boy made a small, disparaging noise. He shot James a look of disgust. James burned with anger. Got a problem with that? No, said the boy, though his slight sneer said otherwise. If youd rather be brawny than brainy Wherere you hoping to go, seeing as youre neither? interjected Sirius. James roared with laughter. The red-headed girl across from the sallow-faced boy sat up, looking flushed, and glared from James to Sirius with dislike. James hadnt noticed before that she was actually very pretty. Come on Severus, lets find another compartment, she said. Oooooo. James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice. Just as Severus was climbing over Jamess outstretched legs, the train gave a sudden lurch and he nearly tripped. He glared daggers at James before sweeping out of the compartment like a miniature bat. See ya, Snivellus! Sirius called out the door after the Severuss trailing black robe bottoms. He seems really eager to get into Slytherin that cant mean hes up to any good. Yeah. James was too busy thinking about the red-haired girl Severus had been sitting with. She didnt really look his type though, did she? Well she was definitely too pretty to be sitting with a creep like him. Sirius stretched out into the space that had been occupied by Severus. Though if she hangs out with him, theres got to be something wrong with her. James laughed hesitantly, half wishing that he had introduced himself to the girl properly.

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The train chugged along, and soon the afternoon light turned brilliant red and gold before dimming into a velvet night. Sirius and James pulled on their school robes and scrambled to gather their things for the arrival at Hogwarts. Belching steam, the train rolled to a stop at a station in a small but picturesque village. A sign hanging over the platform read in peeling green painted letters,

Welcome to Hogsmeade The only entirely wizarding village in Britain

Students clambered in the corridors to exit the train. In the throng, even though he didnt really understand why, James found himself looking for any sign of the redhaired girl that left their compartment. Firs years! This Way! A booming voice rang out over the crowd. Some first years near James fell over in surprise. A man, almost twice as tall as a normal man and about five times as wide, stepped out of the steam issuing from the engine. His hands were the size of dustbins, and James thought he could fit Merlin in one of his massive shoes. His shape was covered by a patched moleskin coat with many bulging pockets. The giant looked down at the students on the ground in shock. Sorry abou tha. He reached down with one hand and lifted a couple of the fallen students to their feet by their robes. My names Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an Wizardry. Im here ter take yeh across the lake ter the school. So, like I was sayin, firs years follow me. James glanced at Sirius, who confidently followed this strange man down the dark road behind the station as if he did this sort of thing every evening. All around, giggling girls were stealing glances at Sirius too, but he didnt seem to notice. Waiting at the lake were many small boats with lanterns hanging on the bow. Hagrid climbed into the largest one, which promptly sank low enough to threaten sinking, but he miraculously stayed afloat. As students clambered aboard their own boats, James and Sirius found one with a small, jittery boy and climbed in. As they slipped out into the inky black water, James suddenly recognized his pointed nose and watery eyes.

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Peter? The boy jumped in surprise. Oh, James, right? he asked. Yeah, this is Sirius. James motioned to Sirius, who shot James an expression that clearly asked why he was hanging out with someone this uncool. James felt slightly embarrassed. I met him at Diagon Alley, while I was buying my wand. Charmed. Sirius shook Peters hand. Judging by the look on Siriuss face, it was probably sweaty again. Soon, the dim lights of Hogsmeade disappeared in the enveloping darkness, and the only source of light were the lanterns, whose ghostly reflections swam on the smooth black surface of the lake, disrupted only by the ripples beneath the bow. Peter periodically stole glances over the sides of the boat, as if terrified of what may be lurking beneath the surface. Sirius was lounging back in his characteristic way, letting his fingers trail lazily in the dark water, but James strained to see as far off into the distance ahead as he possibly could. He yearned for his first glimpse of Hogwarts, his home for the next ten months. As if obeying his will, a gentle breeze picked up, and the clouds obscuring the crescent moon parted, spilling moonlight down on a brilliant castle on a cliff. It was much closer than where James had been looking. Other students were whispered and pointed, hesitant to speak out loud and break the silence of their journey across the lake. As they drew closer, the castle grew larger and larger, and soon everyone was craning his or her neck to keep it in view. Before James knew it, the boat bottom scraped on gravel. They had arrived at small dock below the cliffs. There was a small splash behind James. Looking over his shoulder, he thought he saw a large, ghostly shape just below the surface of the lake glide back to the depths away from the boat dock. Deciding he must have imagined it, James hurried to follow Sirius and Peter up the flagstone steps to the entrance of the castle. Waiting inside the entrance hall was one of the most severe looking women James had ever seen. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her beady eyes surveyed the trembling first years from behind square glasses. If she had had a ruler in hand, James might have feared getting wrist slapped.

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My name is Minerva McGonagall, and I will be your transfiguration teacher for this school year. I am also the head of Gryffindor House. In a moment, you will follow me into the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony. We have four houses here at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will result in the awarding of house points, any rule breaking, and you will lose house points. Sirius grinned at James. Now if you will follow me, it is time for the sorting. Two wide double doors behind her opened, and the first years filed into a large room with a high ceiling. The ceiling looked exactly like the night sky reflected on the surface of the lake just a few moments ago. Four long tables filled the hall, where all of the older students were already seated, looking hungry. Each table had a different coat of arms on it. On the far left, a green and silver serpent, next to that, a red and gold lion. There a blue and bronze eagle above another table, and on the far right, a yellow and black badger. Seated among the staff at the center of the front table was a very old man with a white beard. His brilliant blue eyes twinkled behind a pair of half moon spectacles perched on a crooked nose. Albus Dumbledore he was a legend. Jamess father used to tell him a bedtime story about his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald. Though Dumbledore lived in Godrics Hollow, James had never seen him before. Neighborhood children told stories about the ghost of a young girl haunting the Dumbledore mansion, but his father laughed such stories off. Avery, William. The sorting had begun. A square-jawed boy stumbled forward and sat upon a three-legged stool in front of the staff table. Professor McGonagall dropped an old, fraying, patched wizards hat on his head. James wondered what it would do. Suddenly, a rip in the front opened and the hat cried, SLYTHERIN. The table to the far left burst into applause. Avery handed the Sorting Hat back to Professor McGonagall and seated himself at the table beneath the green and silver

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serpent. Looking at the arrogant and mean looking faces of those seated with Avery, James was once again flooded with a sudden fear that he would be forced to join them. Black, Sirius! James noticed that Dumbledore seemed to be taking particular interest in this sorting. Sirius sauntered forward and sat comfortably on the stool before receiving the hat. However, the hat did not call out the name of the house right away as it had done with Avery, and Sirius suddenly did not look so confident. He looked determined, almost mutinous. The seconds ticked by and after what felt like a couple of minutes, the hats voice filled the hall once more. GRYFFINDOR. Siriuss mutinous face blossomed with delight, and the Gryffindor table exploded with clapping and cheering. Handing the hat back to Professor McGonagall, who looked very proud, he smoothed his hair and assumed his confident stance again before seating himself at the table beneath the red and gold lion. He gave James a thumbs-up as a tall, black boy with an earring patted him on the back. James noticed that the students at the Slytherin table were not applauding. Instead, they conversed among themselves in hushed voices. Many of them looked confused, and some even pointed at the Gryffindor table. James recognized the tall, blonde Lucius Malfoy seated at the end of the Slytherin table, his glinting eyes narrowed into slits as he glared loathingly at Sirius. There was a gold prefects badge gleaming on his robes. He still looked every bit as regal now as he did then, especially with a band of other Slytherins surrounding him. It was clear that they respected him, maybe even feared him. After Sirius, other students came forward to receive their house assignments. A few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws went by, and as James watched DeLauney, Gwendolyn join the Gryffindor table, his mind began to turn to how hungry he was. The chocolate frogs he and Sirius bought on the train were not enough to ease his growling stomach. Evans, Lily! James was suddenly jolted back to reality when the pretty red-haired girl from the train stepped forward on trembling legs to sit upon the rickety stool. Professor

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McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it touched her dark red hair, the hat cried, GRYFFINDOR. James heard a tiny groan a few feet away. It had come from Severus, the greasy looking boy from the train. Lily took off the hat, handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried toward the cheering Gryffindors, but as she went she glanced back at Severus, and there was a sad little smile on her face. Sirius moved up the bench to make room for her. She took one look at him, seemed to recognize him from the train, folded her arms, and firmly turned her back on him. Soon, identical blonde girls, Casta and Polluxa Fane, were sorted into Slytherin, and a brunette with thick glasses was sorted into Ravenclaw, followed by a small marathon of Gryffindors. Two more boys joined the red and gold table, followed by Macdonald, Mary, a square jawed girl with heavy, dark curls framing her face. James watched Lily politely ask the friendly looking round faced boy next to her to move down so Mary could sit next to her. He figured the girls had probably met on the train after Lily left his compartment. In the low light, James couldnt discern what color Lilys eyes were, but they sparkled as she chatted animatedly with Mary and Gwendolyn. There was something different about her eyes. They glittered with some kind of magic that James had never seen before. After Mulciber, Xiphias was sorted into Slytherin, Professor McGonagall called Peter. Pettigrew, Peter. Peter edged forward, shaking from head to foot. James was amazed that nobody had to carry him to the stool. He flinched as Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto his head, and after a few moments of hesitation, the hat declared him a Gryffindor. Before James had a moment to think, Professor McGonagall called his name. Potter, James! James stood on the spot, suddenly dumbfounded. It was as if his legs had forgotten what they were supposed to do.

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Potter, James! McGonagall repeated, staring over her glasses at the remaining first year students. A few of the older students started laughing. James had to very strongly will his legs to obey his command. He awkwardly staggered up to the three-legged stool and sat down hard, suddenly aware that all eyes in the hall were on him. As the hat dropped over his messy hair, a gravelly voice filled his head. James Potter It said thoughtfully. James wondered if the room could hear it speaking. Judging by their faces, they couldnt. Your father was a Gryffindor, as was his father, and his fathers father. James wanted to reply, but before he could open his mouth and speak out loud, his own voice rang out in his head. Im a Gryffindor too. Are we? quipped the Sorting Hat. I see great talent in you. You have the power to change not only yourself, but also those around you. With this kind of power to influence, you would do well in Slytherin. The hat paused quite suddenly. After a few seconds of awkward silence, James wasnt sure whether or not to speak, in case the hat was thinking very carefully about something. Could it have fallen asleep? Thankfully, before he said anything, the hat drew a deep breath and spoke again. I will let you in on a little secret, Potter. Theres something different about you. I can read minds yes, and reading minds is what I do, quite well if I may say so myself. That said, my talents go a good deal further than simply reading minds, which, sadly, are almost always simple. Let me just say, Potter, that though I have no eyes, I can see yes, I see. I will offer you something more than a cheap once over of your abilities, if, of course, you decide to accept it. Do you accept this offer? James turned it over mentally for a couple of moments. Was this some kind of trick? Was it cheating to accept the offer? Eryes, James said cautiously. The hat took another deep breath.

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If you choose to be a Slytherin, your desires will be fulfilled; you will surely be successful in every ambition. You will be powerful, great and powerful, yes. James pictured himself, a mighty sorcerer receiving Order of Merlin First Class. No, not Merlin First Class they would even name a new Order after him. He was tall, handsomethe youngest Minister of Magic in all of history. The picture was tantalizingly exciting at first, but the excitement quickly melted away like waking from a dream that he knew was too good to be true. James realized it was hollow, artificial. Something was missing. Ah, yes, the hat said quietly. You have discovered it. There would be one desire unattainable, one void that despite all of your success, you would be unable to fill. That is the price you would pay. What is the void? James asked. Not even I, while probing the depths of your mind with my magic, can tell you that, the hat replied. It is something you must either choose to discover at a price, or leave behind for your ambitions to power and success. It is a choice that you will need to make somewhere that I can not see. James suddenly felt dizzy, like the room around him was no longer stationary. The hall full of students before him rippled and surged like an ocean of expectant faces, and James was a seasick sailor aboard a lone ship. In the chaos, there was one steady figure. A pair of green eyes stared up at him like an island in that ocean. Lilys face was no longer frowning at him. She was watching with curiosity, and interest. Jamess heart made the decision before his head knew what was happening. I choose Gryffindor. GRYFFINDOR! The hats words echoed around the cathedral sized room. He handed the hat back to Professor McGonagall as the red and gold table exploded with applause and cheering. Sirius was grinning at him, but Lily was facing away again. James smiled back to Sirius, and hastily took a seat next to Peter. How long was the hat on my head? James asked him, wondering if he held up the ceremony as long as Sirius.

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Only a couple of seconds. Peter answered, craning his neck to watch the other first years get sorted. After the Qs and Rs, one more familiar name to James echoed through the hall. Snape, Severus! As he stepped forward, he glanced apologetically towards Lily, and sat on the stool. As the hat touched his head, it cried, SLYTHERIN! Severus moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him. Malfoy patted him on the back, but it seemed that Severus did not share his enthusiasm. His dark eyes were still on Lily across the hall. As soon as the rest of the first years were properly sorted into their houses, Dumbledore stood, his midnight blue robes sliding gracefully to the floor. He spoke, and his voice was clear and powerful. To all of the first years, welcome to Hogwarts. For all of our returning students, welcome back. Before we dig in to our bountiful feast, I would like to recognize two new staff appointments. As Ogg, our master keeper of keys and grounds, has retired, his assistant, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid, will be replacing him. There was raucous applause from all of the tables except Slytherin. Though most of the staff members applauded heartily, a few looked uncertain. Hagrid blushed crimson red and waved enthusiastically to students. Secondly, Dumbledore continued, As there is, once again, an opening for our Defense against the Dark Arts teaching position, I would like to introduce Mr. Edrian Turnbill. A tall, handsome man with shoulder length wavy brown hair and dark eyes waved to the student body on Professor McGonagalls right. His skin was deeply tanned and his chin stubbly, and he smiled with surprisingly white teeth. James noticed a pair of old, worn out hiking boots protruding from his chocolate colored robes beneath the table. As he waved, his robe sleeve fell and James saw he had a tattoo on his arm, though he couldnt see what it was from where he was sitting. Dumbledore held his hands up. At present, I believe there is nothing left to say except let the feast begin!

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Platters of roast chicken, smoked ham and other delicious entrees appeared suddenly on the tables, to the gasps of delight from the first years. James helped himself to mashed potatoes with gravy, trying to catch Lilys eye, further down the table from him. She seemed determined not to look at him, chatting animatedly with Mary and Gwendolyn instead. How did girls come up with so many things to talk about? The boy diagonally across from James spoke suddenly. Youre drowning your potatoes, mate. James looked down and realized he was flooding his plate with gravy. Oh, er thanks, James said, quickly mopping it up. He looked up at the boy, and almost recoiled at what he saw. Though he had seen the light brown-haired boy get sorted, he had not seen him in the detail until now. His skin was pale and sickly looking, with deep scars all over his face and arms. After some awkward silence, the boy spoke again. Im Remus Lupin. I suppose well be having classes together. James Potter. James found it difficult to tear his eyes from Remuss scars. Seeming to understand, Remus smiled slightly. My father keeps blast-ended skrewts. They can be quite a handful when they reach full size, but their dung is useful in potion making. It was believable, judging by Remuss shabby, torn robes. The two of them talked about everything from magical beasts to Quidditch before the sounds of knives and forks on plates died down as the food on the tables dwindled down to nothing. Finally, the tall, black boy with an earring next to Sirius stood up and announced in a deep voice, First year Gryffindors, follow me. James introduced Remus to Sirius and the three hurried to follow the tall boy. His name is Kingsley Shacklebolt, hes a sixth year, and a prefect. Sirius explained to them. The Gryffindors followed Kingsley out of the entrance hall and up the staircases, which did not seem content staying stationary. They moved just in time to carry Peter, who was lagging behind at the end of the group, away shrieking. Reacting as if this kind of thing happened often, Kingsley waved his wand. Accio shrieking first year!

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Peter zoomed up to the head of the line next to Kingsley, who pocketed his wand. Soon, they arrived at a large painting of a fat lady in a pink silk dress. Kingsley smiled kindly at the painting, and the large woman giggled and waved back girlishly before he turned to face the group. The password is pickled mandrake! The portrait swung open, and they crossed the Common Room, full of squashy armchairs, fireplaces, and tables. Kingsley indicated two stairwells on the other side of the room. Girls dormitories on the left, boys on the right. Your things will already be in your room. After watching Lily, Mary and Gwendolyn climb the stairs on the left, James followed Sirius, Remus and Peter up the stairs to the right, entering the first dorm. Five four-poster beds were arranged around the room, with trunks at the foot of each. James found his at the bed near the window. Sirius opened his trunk and began spell-o-taping magazine pictures of motorcycles on the wall near his bed by the door, and Remus flopped onto the bed between them. Peters bed was on the other side of James, and a sleek-haired boy unpacking on the other side Peter introduced himself with a friendly smile as Frank Longbottom. After they settled in, James drew his curtains and felt grateful to curl up in his comfortable new bed, excited to begin classes the next morning. Wondering if Lily was thinking the same thing at the very same moment, he drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 4 The Marked Man

James awoke the next morning to a dull thudding sound. Sitting upright and putting his glasses on, he wondered if he had imagined it. Thud. There it was again. He pulled back the curtains of his bed to see Remuss sleepy face contemplating the same noise. Frank and Peter had already gone down to breakfast, but Siriuss curtains were still shut. Thud. What is it? yawned Remus. James jumped out of bed and pulled his clothes on, nearly tripping over a loose floorboard as he hurried out of the dormitory. The thudding noise seemed to come from out in the Common Room. As he descended the stairs, he heard it again even louder. SLAM. One of the squashy armchairs that had been by the fireplace the evening before flew through the air and nearly missed James, smashing heavily into the stone wall beside him. Ickle firsties! Wakie wakie eggs and bakey! A little man wearing a jingling hat, outlandish clothes, and a garish orange bowtie floated in the center of the Common Room. He lifted another squashy armchair and threw it at the wall, but James ducked out of the way. Remus came pummeling down the stairs, closely followed by an extremely exhausted and irritable looking Sirius. How many more of you are hiding up there? The man cackled. Ickle firsties out of bed, or youll be bumped right on the head Peeves, get out of here or Ill call the Bloody Baron! Kingsley had just climbed through the portrait hole. All right Mr. perfect prefect Ill grant your wish this time. Snorting with laughter, the poltergeist zoomed out the open portrait hole. Kingsley repaired the broken armchairs and returned them to their original places before turning to James, Remus and Sirius.

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You three had better get downstairs to breakfast. McGonagall is handing out your class schedules. It wouldnt be a good idea to be late to your first classespecially if its hers. Thanks Kingsley! Remus led the way out the portrait hole and down seven flights of temperamental stairs to the Great Hall. Peter, who was already seated at the end of the Gryffindor table by himself, waved them over, nearly overturning his goblet of orange juice. Hey guys over here! James, Remus and Sirius took seats around him, helping themselves to what was left of breakfast. Did you get your schedule yet? Sirius asked thickly through a mouthful of toast. Not yet, Peter answered. James helped himself to bacon and looked down the table. Frank was sitting with a friendly looking round-faced girl. They appeared to know each other well. A little further down the table, Lily was eating breakfast with Mary and Gwendolyn. Gwendolyns eyes flicked towards a handsome, older boy sitting near them, possibly a third year. She whispered to the others, and they broke into fits of giggles. Girls laughed at the silliest things, but Lily had a pretty smile. James. Huh? What do you think? What do I think of what? Remus sighed, though it was clear he was amused with Jamess distraction. Which house do you think well have lessons with? Oh, replied James. I dont know. I guess well find out in a moment. He had spotted Professor McGonagall descending upon them with schedules in hand. Here are your schedules, she said, passing them out. I will see you at nine o clock. With that, she bustled away to hand out schedules to other students. Sirius groaned.

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How did I know? He pointed to the schedule, which clearly indicated that their classes were with Slytherin. Remus stared hard at the schedule and furrowed his brow. We have astronomy at midnight. What do you think well be doing in that class? He was suddenly interrupted by a great commotion from above. From an opening in the ceiling, hundreds of owls streamed inside in a blur of brown, white and grey, dropping letters and packages down to the students seated at the house tables. A small tawny owl landed to deliver a Daily Prophet to Remus in exchange for a bronze Knut. He tucked the paper into his bag. Just after that owl had flown off, a large white owl swung low over Siriuss head, dropping a red envelope into his hands. Oh this is going to be rich Sirius recognized what the letter was at once, as did everyone around him. Sirius has a howler! James laughed. Whos it from? Smoke had begun issuing from the corners of the envelope. Peter was absolutely terrified. Lily looked confused, but one of her friends leaned over and explained to her. James assumed she must not be wizard raised. I think I know exactly who its from, Sirius said delightedly, fumbling to open the letter as fast as he could, as if it were better than a birthday card. He pulled out the letter, but before he could read it, the booming, magically amplified voice of Walburga Black filled the Great Hall. SIRIUS ORION BLACK! Even Severus, who had his nose in his potions book over at the Slytherin table, paused to listen. Peter dove under the table. Sirius didnt look in the least bit scared quite the contrary, he looked positively amused. The booming voice continued. HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO OUR FAMILY YOU SHAMEFUL, UNGRATEFUL BOY!? CHOOSING TO JOIN FILTHY, VILE, HALF BREEDS AND MUGGLE BORNS? Lily suddenly looked close to tears. James couldnt believe what he was hearing. What kind of family did Sirius come from?

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YOUR FATHER IS CONSIDERING DISOWNING YOU! YOUR BROTHER WOULD NEVER COMMIT SUCH A FOUL CRIME AGAINST OUR FOREFATHERS, AGAINST THE ANCIENT, NOBLE, PUREBLOOD HOUSE OF BLACK! DISHONOR! INSUBOORDINATION! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! IF YOU HAVE ANY DIGNITY, YOU WILL SEE THE HEADMASTER AND REQUEST A CHANGE OF HOUSE RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IF YOU DONT HAVE THE COURAGE, MR. GRYFFINDOR, THEN I SUGGEST YOU PACK YOUR BAGS AND BOARD THE NEXT TRAIN HOME! With that, the letter blew a raspberry in Siriuss face, and tore itself to shreds that fell like red confetti into what was left of his breakfast. Sirius grinned amicably, as if nothing in the world could give him more satisfaction. Its always music to my ears to hear her go on and on, he sighed. Remus sat with his jaw agape. As he helped Peter climb out from beneath the table, James glanced up towards Lilys end of the table, but she was gone. Sirius finally became aware of all the shocked faces still staring at him from around the Great Hall. Well! Whos in the mood for learning! With a confident grin, he drained the rest of his orange juice.

At nine o clock, the first year Gryffindors and Slytherins trooped into the transfiguration classroom on the second floor. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter seated themselves in the back row. Sirius sniggered. Hey look whos coming. He whispered to James. Severus had just entered the classroom, his hooked nose protruding from between sheets of greasy black hair. Hello there, Snivellus. Sirius said haughtily. Severus sneered at him. Black... Did you get a letter from mummy this morning? Yes, couldnt you tell how absolutely delighted she was that Im not consorting with grease balls like you? James and Peter laughed, as did a few students around them. Remus fumbled for his Daily Prophet.

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Severuss dark eyes narrowed. They burned with loathing before he leaned dangerously close to Sirius. You and your little friends think youre so clever. He hissed. You will be expelled before you even learn levitation charms. And tell your friend Potter here that he can stare at Lily Evans all he wants, but shed still rather milk an erumpet than hang out with him. She knows a real wizard when she sees one. Before James had time to wonder what an erumpet was, Severus swept away to sit with Lily. Sirius glanced questioningly at James. I dont James began. He was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, who had just entered the classroom. Remus pulled his note-taking parchment down over the Prophet. McGonagall appeared pale, and slightly shaken, but she began to speak nonetheless. Welcome to transfiguration class. She waved her wand and expertly transformed the lamp on her desk into a flamingo, which squawked in surprise at finding that it was no longer a lamp, leapt from the desk, and ran for the door, where it escaped into the corridor. James wondered if this kind of thing happened frequently. I will waste no time at all to warn you that transfiguration is among the most difficult but important subjects you will be studying here at Hogwarts. If it is tampered or fooled with, the results can be dangerous even fatal. As such, I will tolerate no horseplay or tomfoolery in this classroom. Severus shot a look to Sirius and James clearly daring them to test McGonagalls patience. Today, she continued, We will be learning a simple color-changing spell. She pointed her wand at the board, and the word colorocambium appeared. Then, it appeared phonetically below it, which the students copied into their notes. Repeat after me: colorocambium. Colorocambium. Murmured the class. Professor McGongall picked up her wand. Good. Be sure to say it firmly, like you mean it. Now, you will soon learn that spells are characterized with various wand movements. The simple color changing spell

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requires only that the wand is pointed at the object you wish to change the color of. The tricky part, however, is to focus your mind on the color you would like to change it to. She pointed her wand at the blackboard. Colorocambium. She said clearly. The board suddenly turned from black to aqua marine. You will each take a strawberry from the basket on my desk, and attempt to turn it the same color as the board. I will award ten house points to the first student to successfully change the color of his or her subject. There was a scuffling as everyone hurried forward to take a strawberry. Remus got up and brought back four strawberries for himself, James, Sirius and Peter. Colorocambium! Remus tested the spell on his strawberry. Nothing happened. Oops, I forgot to focus on the color. Peter was eyeing his hungrily. Other students around the room were poking and jabbing their strawberries, mispronouncing the spell, or otherwise not concentrating. Severus pointed his wand at his, but to his confusion, it turned a sickly green color. James realized that Siriuss wand was pointed at Severuss strawberry instead of his own. What! he laughed defensively. I was just having a little fun with our new friend. James couldnt help but be impressed. Did you choose that color? Yeah, I figured it was a nice reflection of his skin tone. If you can do the spell, do it properly on your own strawberry and get us some house points! James urged him. Sirius smoothed his bangs out of his eyes and pointed his wand tip at his strawberry. Colorocambium, he said lazily. The strawberry turned the exact shade of aqua marine as the chalkboard. James, realizing he had not even attempted the spell yet, decided to try his luck too. To his surprise, his strawberry successfully matched Siriuss.

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Fantastic spell work, boys. Professor McGongall beamed proudly down at them. That may have been the fastest that any of my students have mastered a color changing spell. Ten points to Gryffindor! If you feel adventurous, you may attempt the spell on other objects in the room. James could tell she was inwardly delighted that students from her house had received the points. Severus turned around furiously and glared at them. Peter looked slightly jealous. James, remembering that Mr. Ollivander said his wand was good for transfiguration, couldnt help but be pleased with himself. Sirius was already pointing his wand around the room, turning parchment violet, stuffed owls red, and Jamess robes from black to sunny yellow. Soon, other students experienced success. Frank Longbottoms strawberry was just a shade away from aqua marine, and Remus, after a few botched attempts, made his match the board. Once Lily managed to do the spell, she helped Mary and Severus until they could also perform it correctly. It was clear from the scowl on Marys face that she did not much enjoy Severuss company. Peter was struggling. He was getting more and more agitated, and his strawberry began to swell in size proportionate to his frustration. Peter, you dont need to move your wand at all. Just hold it still, like this. Remus said, showing him the proper way to hold it. James was about to give Peter some advice on how to say the spell when he was suddenly distracted by something moving beneath the parchment with Remuss scribbled notes. He pulled it out and discovered that it was a photograph in the Daily Prophet. On the front page, just like he had seen in the Prophet on his kitchen table back in July, a glittering skull was printed with a smoke serpent issuing from the mouth. Thats the Dark Mark, Sirius whispered. The what? I heard my parents talking about it before I left for Hogwarts. Its the sign that the Dark Lord and his Death Eater followers put up in the sky after they kill someone. James felt dumb. He hadnt heard much of anything about this Dark Lord. Who is he? What does he want? Sirius looked amazed that James didnt know more about it.

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His name is Voldemort, but a lot of people are afraid to say his name. James remembered his father talking about a dark wizard the day he got his letter. His father hadnt said the Dark Lords name, but he refused to believe that his dad was afraid of anything. Sirius continued. He hates Muggles, and Muggle-borns. He wants to get rid of all of them. James scanned the article below the picture.

MURDER OF FORMER HOGWARTS TEACHER

The body of former Hogwarts Professor Anna Meezerly was discovered in her Cornwall home last night. A victim of the killing curse, the Dark Mark was summoned above her home shortly after her death, an indication that a certain individual and his followers have claimed responsibility for the crime. The group last issued the Dark Mark after the murder of famous seer Cassandra Trelawney in London last July, whose body was thrown from a tenth story window into a Muggle square. Anonymous sources say the macabre symbol also appears on the left forearms of that certain someones servants, rumored to be called Death Eaters. Anna Meezerly taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and was very well liked by her students and fellow members of the staff. Her contributions to the study of dark magical artifacts were invaluable to the magical community, page 4, inside.

James was amazed he hadnt heard about this before. Now he knew why McGonagall looked so shaken. Sirius, who read the article too, looked contemplative. Why would he kill Anna Meezerly? The Meezerly family is pureblood. She had to have done something to offend him. Their thoughts were interrupted when the newspaper they were reading turned suddenly orange. Peter, with Remuss help, had finally learned the color-changing spell.

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After transfiguration was Charms. The pint sized professor, who had to stand on a pile of books to be seen, introduced himself as Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw house. After a lesson on levitation spells, James and Sirius were disappointed to find out that charms did not come as quickly to them as transfiguration did. James felt better though when he saw that Severus was struggling as much as he was. Lily, on the other hand, mastered the lesson. As soon as Flitwick told the class to attempt the levitation charm, with a swish and flick of her wand, Lilys feather was zooming around the ceiling before any students could even make his or hers hover. She looked pleasantly surprised. Because it was a Wednesday, after charms the first year Gryffindors and Slytherins trooped outside to greenhouses for their first Herbology lesson. The warm air still smelled like summer as they set out across the grounds. As they were passing the lake, a group of fifth year Slytherins came in their direction, on their back towards the castle. At the front, strutting like prince, was Lucius Malfoy. Lucius, why did they plant it? It wasnt there last year, one Slytherin asked him. I havent the slightest what the point of the thing is, but if you ask me its an eyesore, he drawled. My father, Abraxas Malfoy, will be disgusted by what theyve done to this place. A delicately beautiful but conceited looking girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was clutching his arm. She looked down her nose at James as they passed. Remuss brow furrowed without comment, but Sirius watched them go before turning to James. That girl on Lucius arm was my cousin, Narcissa Black. She looked friendly. James commented sarcastically. Sirius laughed. Well, you know how warm my family is. They finally arrived outside the double doors of greenhouse one. A tall wizard with the sleeves of his robes rolled up and hair back in a ponytail introduced himself as Caradoc Dearborn, head of Hufflepuff, before giving them an orientation on the greenhouse and the plants inside. After Herbology, the first years sat down to lunch in the Great Hall and discussed their morning lessons. Before they knew it, it was time for potions. The temperature

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dropped steadily, along with the amount of light as the four boys trooped down to the dungeons toting their cauldrons, potion kits and books. In the corridor, a short, round bellied man with an enormous walrus like mustache introduced himself as Horace Slughorn and led them into a classroom with stone tables and benches. He turned to face the class, the gold buttons on his waistcoat looking threateningly close to popping. Today, we will begin with an aging potion. The ingredients and directions are on the blackboard, as well as page sixteen of your textbooks. Please be careful to measure just the right amount of bundimun, or some of you may sprout some rather nasty body hair if you use too much or too little. Students began measuring out the green fungus with their brass scales. James began chopping athelas roots, watching Lilys back two rows ahead of him. She worked very quickly. Slughorn paced the rows, supervising. Thats far too much athelas, Peter. Karl, hold your knife properly, its not a rapier! Severus, what on earth are you doing? Severus paused, in the middle of pulverizing a dark green fungus. Son, it doesnt say to crush the bundimun in my directions, or in the book. Sorry, sir. Severus made to throw the bundimun away. When Slughorn turned to speak to Frank, however, he covertly dropped it into his cauldron, and the contents turned royal blue. He bent over his book with a quill and started taking notes. Slughorn came to stand over Lilys cauldron. What is your name, my dear? Lily Evans, she replied, dropping the bundimun she had just weighed into her cauldron. It turned royal blue, though not as vibrant as Severuss. You are a fine potioneer. Are you related to Garrick Evans, the inventor of the time-turner? No, sir, at least I dont think I am. You see, Im Muggle born. Slughorn eyes popped slightly with shock. Well then. Good work Lily, Im curious to see what else you can do. Next, to Jamess surprise, he wandered toward Sirius and him.

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Sirius Black, I knew your father, Orion. Great potions master, descended from Proditus Black, the inventor of the Polyjuice Potion. Its too bad your father did not pursue potions making after he left Hogwarts. Sirius forced a smile, dropping his bundimun into his smoking cauldron. The contents turned black, giving off the faint odor of burning hair. Peter took a step away towards Remus, who was reading his astronomy book while stirring his light blue cauldron contents absent-mindedly. Slughorns face fell at the bubbling black mess in Siriuss cauldron. He took a look at James and the purple slop in his, and without saying a word, strode away to talk to two Slytherins with porcelain skin and stick straight brown hair, a brother and sister who looked like twins. Theyre Van Vlecks. Sirius said to James. They come from another pureblood family. Those are the twins Dorian and Neysa. Primus, Anicetus and Aelia play on the Slytherin Quidditch team. They also have a little sister named Persephone, but she wont come to Hogwarts for another two or three years. How do you know so much about them? James asked, watching Dorian chop ingredients. Pureblood families know pureblood families. Sirius answered simply. My mother was hoping I would grow up and marry Neysa, but I think she knows me better by now. By the end of the class, only two students managed to make the potion correctly: Lily, and, much to Slughorns surprise, Severus.

Interesting bloke, Slughorn, James commented as he, Sirius, Remus and Peter hurried back up the dungeon steps towards the warm ground floor, where the Caretaker, Mr. Pringle, was attempting to chase down the flamingo from transfiguration. I wonder what Professor Turnbill is like. Professor Slughorn plays favorites. Sirius said. My Dad used to be in his little Slug Club. He has a knack for finding students that are well connected and talented, and throws little tea parties to make sure they remember him when they become rich and successful.

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They joined the queue of students outside of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where everyone was excitedly buzzing about Professor Turnbill. I hear he travels the world with his brother, finding treasure for the British Government, Frank told the round-faced girl he usually sat with. Nearby, Gwendolyn was talking to Casta and Polluxa Fane, the identical blonde Slytherin sisters. They also looked identically ditzy, twirling their hair absently while chewing their Droobles Best Blowing Gum. He told the sixth years about lethifolds, Gwen was saying. He even showed them pictures he took of one in Borneo! Wowleatherfolds said one of the sisters spacily. Yeah, I think I read about those in TeenWitch. Theyre all the rage in Japan, added the other sister. Just then, the door opened, and Professor Turnbill stepped out. Clad in forest green robes that draped gracefully over his frame, he still wore the same hiking boots that he had worn on the first night James saw him. Thats lethifolds, Casta. He gave her a friendly smile. And theyre not an exotic type of clothing either, Polluxa. Theyre dark creatures that can smother you in your sleep, and digest you without leaving a trace. As the gum fell out of Casta and Polluxas mouths, he turned to Gwen. And thats right, Gwen, I did lecture the older students on dark beasts today. Your sister must have told you. Im afraid lethifolds are not a part of the first year curriculum, though. There was a collective groan from the entire group. Not to worry, not to worry, Turnbill laughed, waving them inside. We have our own exciting list of topics to learn about this semester. The students filed into the classroom and took seats, gazing in wonder at all of the photographs around the room depicting Professor Turnbills travels around the world. James sat near the wall at the back of the classroom, which was decorated with a picture of Turnbill posing with what looked like a South American tribe, holding a gold statue of an eagle. Looks like he gets around, doesnt he? Sirius commented.

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Once everyone was seated, Professor Turnbill strode to the front of the room to face the class. Dumbledore has kindly already introduced me, but for those of you who, like me, suffer from a bad memory for names, I am Edrian Turnbill. As you may have guessed, I am a seeker and collector of rare historical artifacts, and I specialize in the identification of items concealing dark magic. Just then, the door opened again and Lily and Severus entered. Turnbill frowned at them. Because this is the first class, Ill let this go, but normally I do not tolerate late students. Please sir, Lily hurried forward and handed him a note. Professor Slughorn asked Severus and me to stay for a moment after potions. It wont happen again. Turnbill glanced down at the note and nodded. All right. Please take a seat in the back. The only seats open in the back were the one next to Sirius, and one between Mary and Gwen, which Lily promptly took. Looking as if he would rather gouge his eyes out with a hot poker, Severus grudgingly dropped his bag and sat down next to Sirius, who looked equally as disgusted. Professor Turnbill continued. Though I should warn you there will be days well only be taking notes, today were going to have a practical lesson to get to know each other. He motioned to a pile of items in front of his desk. It looked like normal Muggle junk, including old trainers, watering cans, books, and toys. There are twenty-one items here, one for each student. Of these twenty-one objects, three are cursed with concealed, dark magic. Peter gave a squeak of fright. Turnbill looked his direction. What is your name? Peter Pettigrew. Well Peter, he smiled reassuringly, there is no need to worry. None of these objects will attack you. They merely contain secrets. Peter looked relieved. Turnbill waved his wand, and spells and instructions for various dark magic detectors appeared on the blackboards around the room.

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There are dark magic detectors lying on tables around the room. I would like each of you to select an object, and try all of the detectors on it. He held up what looked like an old-fashioned television aerial. I only have one secrecy sensor, so please be careful with it and take turns. Dont forget there are also spells written on the blackboards that demand your object to reveal its secrets. Any questions? All right, have at it! Students rushed forward to take items from the pile. Sirius took a baseball, and James took a dictionary that was missing quite a few pages. Remus was already performing spells on his old boot, while Peter swiped the secrecy sensor all around an ugly old teddy bear that had seen better days. Severus was examining every inch a brass necklace with an object that looked like a multi lens magnifying glass. Hes interesting, Turnbill, isnt he? Remus asked James. Yeah, I want to hear about where he goes and what he does. James replied. Sirius craned his neck to get a better look at him. Did you see he has a tattoo on his arm at the feast? he said. Too bad hes got his sleeves down, I wish I could see what it was. After a few minutes, Franks round-faced friend, who introduced herself as Alice Minke, discovered that her candelabra was concealing dark magic. She was soon joined by a Slytherin boy named Karl Rosenblatt, whose fork made the secrecy sensor go haywire. When Karl put the aerial down on the table, Severus grabbed it next, just as Sirius was reaching for it. Sirius kept his cool. Nice necklace, Snivellus, he laughed. If you wear it, youll look even more like a girl than you do now. James and Peter laughed uproariously. Even Lily giggled as she pointed her wand at the old hairbrush in front of her. At seeing Lily giggle, Severuss sallow skin deepened beet red, and in a flash he had his wand in hand, pointed at Siriuss turned back. Corpomorsus! NO! James flung himself into Severus just as he uttered the hex, causing it to miss Sirius and singe the wall a few inches to his left. Casta and Polluxa Fane shrieked and

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jumped back as James and Severus landed hard on the cold stone floor just where they had been standing. Never NEVER curse my friends when their backs are turned! James hissed in his greasy ear. Turnbill was there in a flash, and pulled James away from Severus, who remained on the floor, his chest heaving with anger and loathing. What is going on over here? James glared down at Severus. He tried to put a stinging hex on Sirius when his back was turned, but I stopped him. Severuss lip curled. Potter here called Evans a mudblood. Lilys eyes narrowed. James Potter you are a bully and a creep, just like your friends! With that, she gathered up her things and moved to a table on the other side of the room. Professor Turnbills brow creased as he looked from Severus to James. Im afraid I cant allow this childishness to disrupt my class, he said evenly. Ten points from each house, and both of you will receive detention. After dinner tomorrow night, here in my office. James glared mutinously at Severus as Turnbill faced the rest of the class, who had frozen in the middle of whatever they had been doing when the fight broke out. Back to work, everyone nothing to see here. After the last dark item was found, a teakettle that caused one of the lenses of the magnifying glass to crack, the class was dismissed. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, James felt dreadful not because he was sentenced to detention with Severus, but because Lily thought he had called her that filthy name. Sirius gave him a pat on the back a few minutes later, as they traipsed back through the portrait into the Gryffindor Common Room. Hey, thanks mate, he said sincerely. Thanks for having my back. That nasty stinging hex would have really left a mark.

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A mark. James stopped dead. Remus walked directly into him, and Peter walked directly into Remus. A mark You just reminded me. The Dark Mark! James said, hand on his cheek. Blimey, James, dont say that too loud. Peter looked around nervously. The Dark Mark was in the paper today. Whats that have to do with anything? Remus asked. Turnbill has a tattoo, doesnt he? James looked from one incredulous face to another. He has a tattoo, on his left forearm, and none of us know what it is. The article said VVoldemorts followers have the Dark Mark on their left forearm too. You dont think he could be a Death Eater? They all looked contemplative. At last, Remus broke the silence. James, do you think he really would have sat at the staff table showing off his Dark Mark? Dumbledore was sitting just a few feet away; anyone at the staff table could have seen it. Sirius was quick to jump to Jamess defense. But we only saw it because his robe sleeve dropped when he waved to everyone for a split second. For the rest of the night, his sleeve covered it. From the angle he waved, the only people who would have seen the tattoo were the students. Honestly, Sirius you dont really think Dumbledore would hire a Death Eater? Remus cut back in. Hes the greatest wizard of this age! Well, who knows! Sirius said defensively. My parents said Death Eaters are everywhere these days. Theyre infiltrating pretty much every magical outfit in the country. Why wouldnt they send someone to Hogwarts? Your parents seem to know an awful lot about this guy, Remus muttered. James bit his lip. Sirius, he said slowly, trying to be as tactful as possible. Are your parents Death Eaters? Sirius shook his head.

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No! Well, I mean at least, I dont think they are, he said quietly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and picked at the ground with the toe of his trainer. Remus raised his eyebrows. You dont sound so sure, mate. Color quickly flooded Siriuss pale cheeks. Well if you couldnt tell, Remus, my parents and I arent exactly close, he spat. Peter shifted uncomfortably. Remus seemed to realize he had crossed some kind of line and backed down, but Sirius was agitated. He set his jaw so firmly it almost looked like he was in pain. Okay, okay. Thats enough guys, James said quickly, looking between the two. Its clear Sirius doesnt know, and even if they were Death Eaters, clearly hes on our side. So it doesnt matter. Okay? Without another word, Sirius stormed up the stairs to the dormitories. What was that about? Peter asked. Remus watched him go. Maybe I should go apologize, he said quietly. A door slammed upstairs. I think he just needs some space, said James. Lets just hang out down here. Well see him at Dinner. Classes were ending, and other students were beginning to climb in through the portrait hole. James and Remus struck up a half hearted game of Wizards Chess, but it seemed neither of them could seem to keep their mind on the game. Jamess head was buzzing with thoughts about Turnbill and the mysterious mark on his arm. Whether Remus believed he was a Death Eater or not, James decided he would keep a much closer eye on him starting at detention the next night.

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Chapter 5 The Bolt of Ages

The second day of classes was uneventful. Sirius, who had not shown up to dinner the night before, was being uncharacteristically quiet since the outburst in the common room. James could not tell if it was because he was still uncomfortable about the conversation that happened after Defense Against the Dark Arts the day before, or if he, like many other Gryffindors and Slytherins, was only irritable and tired because they had taken their first astronomy class at midnight the night before. Because it alternated with Herbology, they attended their first History of Magic class with a very old, wheezy man named Professor Binns, who wasted no time beginning to lecture. It was a wonder he could make a subject as exciting as goblin rebellions sound boring. James hoped that Turnbills sleeve might slip again and reveal his tattoo that day, but it did not. To add to his frustration, despite trying to catch Lily alone to talk to her about what really happened in Turnbills class the day before, but she seemed determined to avoid him. It wasnt until dinner that he finally managed to corner her. Lily? James sat down next to her at the table. She promptly stood and slung her bag over her back. Lily wait, I want to apologize. Perhaps he sounded pathetic enough to make her feel sorry for him, because she paused to listen. I just wanted to tell you that I didnt call you a Mudblood, James said. I really just told Severus not to curse my friends when their backs are turned. Lily narrowed her eyes and stared at him long and hard. Soon, she relaxed. I had a feeling you didnt. Its just been hard. I never knew how looked down upon people like me are around here. Only by those rotten Slytherins. Jamess eyes darted over to the Slytherin table, where Severus was eyeing him keenly. Lily was quick to jump to Severuss defense. Ill have you know my best friend is a Slytherin, and he doesnt think Im inferior.

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Why are you friends with him Lily? Hes a vile, greasy, worm! Did he slip you a love potion? James hated Severus more by the minute. No, she replied angrily, crossing her arms in front of her chest. And its none of your business who I hang around with. She turned on her heel and stormed away, just as Sirius, Remus and Peter caught up with him. Sirius seemed to be in a slightly better mood as he plopped down next to James. What was that about? Nothing, James replied. I just wanted to ask her about something from class. Remus and Sirius exchanged knowing glances. Oh, knock it off you two. Its not like, a, well, you know its not Remus jumped to change the subject. Are you ready for your detention with Turnbill? he asked. I wonder what hes going to make you do. Maybe hell make you do lines, Sirius said. He held up his hand and pretended to write in the air. I will not attack greasy gits. They all laughed, glad to hear Sirius sounding more like himself again. Remus especially looked relieved. After he ate his fill of roast beef, James gathered his things and left for Professor Turnbills office, even though he was a few minutes early. He was hopeful that he would get a chance to look around before Turnbill got there, to find other evidence of whether or not he was a Death Eater. James headed up the staircases to the second floor corridor. As he approached Turnbills office, a familiar voice issued from the open door ahead. It sounded like two people were speaking in hushed, agitated voices inside. Albus has his sources. He knows Voldemort wants it, and apparently he has told his Death Eaters the pieces are here at Hogwarts! James froze. Voldemort wanted something at Hogwarts? Professor Turnbill spoke. Minerva, I know this was Annas subject, may she rest in peace, but I am a specialist, and I can assure you that there is absolutely no chance that all of the pieces are

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still in this castle. After it was broken, the pieces were said to have scattered around Europe. Most likely, one or more of the pieces are in another continent. Voldemort is not a fool, Edrian! she whispered insistently. He may know something we dont. Whether the pieces are here or not, he will send Death Eaters to search the school maybe even come himself, and with the new passage leading to our grounds from Hogsmeade, we are only making ourselves more vulnerable to attack. Minerva, there is no need to worry. Voldemort would not dare come here while Albus Dumbledore is still headmaster. Our school is very well protected, and there is no chance that he will find what he is looking for, because the pieces have been, ironically, lost to time. Please Edrian, you are the member of the staff most skilled at finding magical artifacts. Give the school a search, just to make sure there is nothing here. I wish I could help, but I will not act unless Albus Dumbledore asks me to do so himself, which he has not. Now Im sorry but youll have to excuse me, but I am expecting a student for detention. James suddenly realized he was standing right next to the door that Professor McGonagall was about to exit. Looking around frantically, he hid behind a suit of armor a few feet away, just in time. When she was gone, he stepped out from behind the suit of armor and entered the office. Turnbill was still wearing long sleeves again, as usual. Ah, James, he said. Im afraid Severus will not be joining us tonight, as Professor Slughorn is borrowing him. Hell be joining me tomorrow night instead. James did not feel angry at all. Severus could have as many tea parties with Horace Slughorn as he wanted, as long as James did not have to work with him all night. Turnbills office walls were covered with even more photographs of his travels. There were piles upon piles of books, and an assortment of stone and metal statues, crowns, goblets and swords. It looked like a museum, all crammed into a tiny space. James examined the closest object, shallow stone basin with runes carved around the edge. It was empty. I see youre admiring my collection, said Turnbill, smiling warmly. These are only a few of my artifacts. Albus was kind enough to let me store some of my rarer, more valuable pieces here in the castle.

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James tore his gaze away from the basin as Turnbill continued. Tonight Im going to ask you to alphabetize my books here and put them up on this shelf, he said, pointing to an empty bookshelf on the wall. It shouldnt take more than a couple of hours. You may go when you are finished. James hoped he might leave the office so he could take a look around, but he sat down at his desk and began grading homework. Give Severus a D, James thought. Forced to do the task set before him, James kneeled and began to go through the nearest pile of books. An hour and a half ticked by, and he finally saw that he was making some progress. He was about to give up all hope of getting an opportunity to look around when he suddenly got his chance. Turnbill stood, gazing down hard at an old book on his desk, and pushed it aside, shaking his head. He glanced over to where James was working. Looks great James, he said, nodding approvingly. Youre a good worker. Im going to visit the kitchens for a moment I missed dinner because I was speaking with Well, I was busy. Will you be all right on your own for a few minutes? Jamess stomach did a flip flop. Yes sir. Turnbill smiled and left the room. James sat for a moment, craning his neck to make sure he had really gone. When he was quite sure he was alone, he stood and crossed the room to look at Turnbills desk. It was scattered with hundreds of papers, which James knew he did not have time to read. He opened a couple of drawers, hoping to find something incriminating. He found nothing. The book Turnbill had pushed aside still sat open on the top of the desk. On its dry, yellowing pages was a medieval painting of a crowned warrior on horseback. James read the caption.

Alexander the Great was one of the most powerful wizards in history. Undefeated in battle, Alexander conquered the entire Persian Empire, including Anatolia, Syria, Phoenicia, Judea, Gaza, Egypt, Bactria, and Mesopotamia. Legend suggests the reason for this triumph was a scepter he forged from metal sent to earth by the gods.

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James was intrigued. He had never known Alexander the Great was a wizard, nor heard of a scepter he had forged. Could Voldemort be searching for this scepter? How would the scepter have come to Hogwarts? There was no more information about it in the book. As he his head buzzed with questions, he suddenly heard Turnbills footsteps in the corridor. Wondering how he had moved so quickly, James rushed back to his pile of books just in time. Hows it going James? Good, Professor Turnbill, James answered. Turnbill checked his watch, which had planets and stars on it that rotated rather than hands. I guess this task is taking longer than I thought it would. Ill tell you what, why dont you go ahead back to your Common Room. Ill have Severus pick up where you left off tomorrow night. Thanks professor! James said, grabbing his bag. See you tomorrow in class!

Back in the Gryffindor Common Room, James caught Remus, Sirius and Peter up on what he learned during the conversation between McGonagall and Turnbill, and what he read about Alexander the Great and the scepter. Remus furrowed his brow. Ive never heard of the scepter of Alexander the Great either. Ill stop in the library tomorrow and see if theres any more information about it. Tomorrow? Sirius jumped down from where he was lounging on the windowsill. If Voldemort wants this scepter thing, dont you think we should get on it before he has a chance to find it? Especially if none of the teachers are going to look for it. I think we should go now. Remuss jaw dropped, his eyes as wide as if Sirius had just suggested bank robbing Gringotts. Now? Its too late to leave the Common Room!

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Youre really going to let their silly rules stop you? Sirius laughed, his dark eyes glinting mischievously. You really think the rules are more important than stopping Voldemort from finding a weapon that could end the world? Remus rolled his eyes with a laugh. Sirius you dont even know what it does. Well thats the point! Sirius cried. We need to find out what it does! James couldnt help but agree. He turned to Sirius. Ill go with you. Me too! squeaked Peter. Remus looked positively torn between following his friends or the rules. A shadow of a smile crossed his scarred face and he shrugged. If you three get me expelled, Ill maul you.

With teachers and prefects patrolling the halls, it took a long time to tiptoe down to the fourth floor. They only once nearly jumped out of their skin when they caught sight of their reflections in a large mirror outside Professor Flitwicks office. It wasnt until they reached the library that they finally felt safe enough to speak. Peter, James whispered. We need you to stand guard here at the door. If you hear someone coming, you need to light your wand and hold it up so we can see. Looking thoroughly disappointed to be assigned this job, Peter remained at the doorway while the others crept deeper among the dusty shelves of ancient volumes. Find everything you can on famous scepters and Alexander the Great, Remus whispered. They fanned out and searched the various sections. James, realizing the librarian was not there to stop him, stepped beyond the velvet rope that sectioned off the restricted section. Twenty minutes later, they had collected a small mountain of books on one of the tables and were perusing the pages by the dim light of their wands. Not one mention of Alexander the Great in this one. James said, pushing aside Staves and Scepters of Old.

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Alexander the Great, also known as Alexander the Third, conquered all of Persia blah, blahmost successful King of Macedon...yadda yaddanothing new in this one. Sirius tossed a heavy encyclopedia aside. Macedon, James thought. Why does that sound familiar? Ive got gold! Remus cried excitedly. James and Sirius hastily hushed him before they all put their heads together. Remus read from the enormous volume in his lap titled Ancient Myths and Legends of the Old Wizarding World by the light of his wand. Alexander the Great, the undefeated warrior and king of Macedon, is said to have forged a scepter from the metal of a meteorite hurled to earth by Zeus himself. Wielding this scepter, he became the master and commander of time. While the simple time-turner can impact only a few hours difference from the present, this scepter had the ability to change time spanning eons. With this power, he expanded his empire to lands beyond Anatolia, Syria, Phoenicia, Judea, Gaza, Egypt, Bactria, Mesopotamia, and even as far as Punjab. The sons of Antipater, a Macedon general beneath Alexander, plotted to steal the scepter from him. They poisoned him and took the scepter, which they named the Bolt of Ages, and it vanished from history for many years. In the year 987 A.D., however, a wizard by the name of Thackary Petrie found the scepter while conducting an excavation in the city of Alexandria, which was named after its founder, Alexander the Great. Legend has it that Petrie brought the scepter back to Britain, and entreated the advice of the four founders of the finest institution of magical learning in England. Together, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw decided to split the scepter into four pieces, which were hidden under heavy enchantment by each within the school they had just founded to prevent anyone from ever abusing its power again. Petrie, who assisted each founder, was the only soul to know the final resting places of all four pieces of the scepter. Fearing that the scepters secret would be lost forever, Petrie hand wrote one copy of a diary he titled Legacy of the Macedon King, which detailed the exact locations of each piece of the scepter. Ironically, the diary disappeared after his death in London in 1001 A.D. Many scholars believe that over the next few hundred years, one or more

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pieces of the scepter were carried away to Africa, Asia, and perhaps even across the ocean to the New World, where they were lost forever. Remus had reached the end of the chapter. Wow Sirius leaned back on two legs of his chair. The power to control time. Told you it was serious. All right, you were right. Remus snapped tersely, shutting the book and placing it back on the table. But how can we know if the pieces were scattered or not? Sirius laughed. Well thats obvious isnt it? We have to find Petries diary and follow his instructions to see for ourselves! How? Remus replied. The diary is lost. We wouldnt even know where to begin looking. James, however, was thinking very hard. The title sounded so familiar. Legacy of the Macedon King where had he heard that title before? Suddenly, it struck him. I know where it is, he spoke aloud. Remus dropped the book to the floor with surprise, which echoed loudly around the library. Sirius stared agape. Wellwould you like to share with the class? Its at Flourish and Blotts, in Diagon Alley. I saw it there when I bought my books for school in July. Remuss scarred face contorted with disbelief. James, Petries lost diary is not on the shelf of a book store at Diagon Alley. Not for a nine hundred and seventy years! Someone would have noticed it, someone would have bought it! Not if they didnt know what it was. James twirled his wand in his fingers as he thought aloud. We certainly had never heard of it before. Besides, there are thousands, if not millions of books in that shop. I think its entirely possible that book sat quietly on that shelf since Petrie died in 1001. After all, some of the shops there date back to 382 B.C. And all that aside, I saw it myself. I know its there. So how are we getting there? Sirius asked. How about the knight bus? Peter said, right behind Remus.

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All three jumped. Peter! Sirius hissed. What are you doing? Youre supposed to be keeping watch! How long have you been listening? I listened to the whole thing. After ten minutes at the doors, I started feeling nervous so I followed you. The knight bus? James said. Were not allowed to leave, and the bus cant pick us up here. How would we get away? The gates are protected by enchantments that ensure no students sneak off the school grounds without permission. Remus spoke up. Hogsmeade! Theres a pas He stopped himself mid sentence and bit his lip, deflating slightly. A what? Sirius whispered. Remus looked suddenly very tense and uncomfortable. James could see the wheels turning in his head. Theres a a way to get to Hogsmeade from the school. The boats! The boats, at the bottom of the cliff, the ones we took to get to the school on our first day. We can cross the lake to Hogsmeade and summon the knight bus there. James had more than a suspicion that this plan wasnt what Remus was originally going to suggest. When? asked Sirius, who didnt seem to notice. We cant cut class, said James, wincing as he imagined the punishment Professor McGonagall would give them if she found out. Sirius thought for a moment. Well have to go on Saturday. Remuss face fell. I cant go with you. Sirius let out an exasperated sigh. Oh dont tell me youre afraid to break the rules again. No. Remus bit his lip, looking crestfallen. He looked like he was internally struggling. I have tovisit my mother, shes been ill. Oh

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Sirius and James glanced at each other. Clearly, neither of them knew about this. Sirius pressed it. Dont you think this is important, though? I mean you can always visit her on Sunday, right? No, I have to visit her on Saturday, Remus said stiffly. Ill probably be gone for a few days. Im sorry. James sighed. He could still sense Remuss discomfort. Then you should visit her, Remus. Its all right. Sirius, Peter and I will find the diary. Peter piped up. What are we going to tell Frank? Dont you think hell wonder why hes the only student in the dorm this weekend? We can tell him were all going to visit Remuss mother together, Sirius suggested. Suddenly, they heard the door of the library swing open. Heavy footsteps entered the room. Sirius shot Peter an angry this is all your fault look. They were about to scatter when James hissed, Hide the books! He turned back, but Sirius grabbed his arm. No time! he whispered urgently. James barely had time to flip Ancient Myths and Legends of the Old Wizarding World closed before he and the others scattered. The drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy carried over the shelves. Is there someone in here? If youre a student, youll be sorry Ive caught you out of bed. He wandered down the central aisle of the library, lit wand aloft, towards the table where James, Sirius, Remus and Peter had been sitting. Luckily, the boys were able to sneak silently along the periphery and out the open door back into the corridor. After a tense journey up three flights of stairs, they finally breathed again in the Gryffindor Common Room. Sirius was laughing as if he had never had more fun in his life. James realized that he too was smiling.

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Avoiding the loose, squeaky floorboard, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter tiptoed into the dormitory. Frank was snoring away. After they changed into their pajamas, James turned to Sirius and Peter. We leave Saturday, at 5 a.m. before the sun comes up. We sneak down to the dock, take the boats across the lake to Hogsmeade, and summon the knight bus to Diagon Alley. Then, we get the diary. Sirius and Peter nodded in agreement, but Remus climbed miserably into his bed and pulled the curtains shut without comment. Wondering what illness Mrs. Lupin could possibly have that was urgent enough to require her son to come home, James climbed into his own bed and closed the curtains.

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Chapter 6 The Journey to Flourish and Blotts

On Saturday, James was shaken awake by Peter, whose pointed-nose was just visible in the dark. Its 4:45. We should be going. James rolled out of bed and put his glasses on. Remuss bed was empty. When he never returned to the Common Room after dinner the night before, they all assumed he had already gone to see his mother. Before bed, Peter had told Frank that he, James and Sirius would be leaving the next morning to visit her as well. James crossed the room and pulled back Siriuss bed curtains. Wake up sleepy head. Sirius rolled over and pulled the blankets back up over his head. He can have the scepter I just want to sleep in, he muttered sleepily. James pulled the covers off and threw them on the floor. He pulled his wand out and pointed it at Sirius. Wingardium Leviosa! Sirius lifted into the air, hovered for a moment, then floated out of the bed. James had not anticipated how hard it would be to lift something as heavy as a person. He could not hold him up any longer, and as if Sirius had been sitting on a tree branch that snapped, he suddenly landed with a dull thud on the dormitory floor. OW! I was going I was going! Frank shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. Then get some clothes on, James hissed. Were leaving. Within ten minutes, James, Sirius and Peter were sneaking out the portrait hole again. Though the full moon was still visible through the darkened windows, it seemed the teachers and prefects who normally roamed the corridors at night had gone to bed. Tip-toeing past what sounded like Peeves in the Great Hall, they hurried down the flagstone steps from the Entrance Hall that led to the underground boat dock. The small boats that had taken them across the lake just a few days ago were tethered there.

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Dont light the lamp. James said to Sirius, just as he was lifting his wand to it. We dont want to be spotted. They piled into the boat as Sirius untied the rope, unsure of what to do next. Theres no oars anywhere. Peter said puzzled, looking all around. We didnt need them the first night we were here. James replied, inspecting every inch of the boat. They searched all around and tried every spell they knew, but were unable to find any way to make the boat move. Out of exasperation, Sirius stood and threw his hands up in the air. Why dont we just ASK them to take us to Hogsmeade! Its the only thing we havent tried yet! The boat suddenly began moving, and it was surprisingly fast, as if it craved the openness of the lake ahead. Sirius toppled over onto Peter, and the wand flew out of his hand. My wand! Sirius cried, diving for it, but it was too late. It tumbled into the water with a splash and disappeared in the darkness. Ill go in after it! No Sirius! Peter cried. We have no idea how deep it is, and Im pretty sure theyll be pretty angry if you try to get on the Knight Bus soaking wet. Were going to Diagon Alley, James said, putting a comforting hand on Siriuss back. You can get another wand at Ollivanders. Sirius sat back gloomily as the boat glided through a tunnel. A few moments later, when they felt the breeze on their faces and saw the pale light that had just begun to border the horizon, they knew they were out on the lake. A heavy mist clung to its surface, and the water felt warm to Jamess fingers compared to the chilly fall morning. Well isnt this Dj vu? Sirius said sarcastically, looking between James and Peter. BUMP. The boat lurched. Peter, who had been staring over the side, cowered in the center of the boat. James spun around, searching for a sign of what caused the lurch. Weve just hit something maybe a submerged tree or something. Sirius shook his head. James the lake has to be at least fifty feet deep out here.

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BUMP. All three boys were now cowering in the bottom of the small boat. Maybe you should look over the side. Peter whispered. James swallowed hard and sat up slowly. As his eye peered over the side of the boat, he suddenly found himself staring into another eye, this one the size of a dinner plate. It was the eye of a Giant Squid. AHHHHHH! Sirius and Peter sat up quickly, and they too yelled. However, the creature did not strike. The eye gazed serenely at both of them, and James got the distinct impression it didnt mean to harm them. A giant tentacle rose up out of the mist, and swept towards Sirius, who backed away as far as he could, until he was almost falling out the other side of the boat. Another tentacle rose behind him, pushing him forward. W-What does it want? he stammered. The question was answered right away. The tentacle approaching Sirius from the front was holding something long and thin. It was his wand. Sirius gingerly took the wand from the outstretched tentacle. Erthanks, he said, smiling weakly. The body and eye retreated slowly and majestically back into the lake. Before the last tentacle disappeared beneath the dark surface of the water, James thought he saw it wave goodbye to them.

About twenty minutes later, a dock lit by lanterns burning in the dim morning light came into view. Hogsmeade was only a couple hundred feet away. Sirius was still admiring his wand. Peter looked back at the lake. I cant believe we made it. I thought that squid was going to eat us. When they arrived, they climbed out onto the dock and walked to the road near the train station. The place was deserted. Sirius broke the silence. Well, how do we call the thing? Peter held out his wand hand.

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With a deafening BANG, a triple-decker, violently purple bus appeared in front of them. The doors opened, and a conductor stepped out in a matching, violently purple uniform. Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Ernie Prang, and I will be your condu- He looked down at James, Sirius and Peter. You three arent Hogwarts students are you? Oh, no, James said quickly, feeling lucky to have thought to wear street clothes rather than school robes. Wewewell were privately schooled. Peter and Sirius smiled and nodded, trying to look as privately schooled as they could. Ernie looked skeptical, but he stepped aside and allowed them to get on the bus. Where you heading? Diagon Alley, Sirius answered, handing Ernie a gold Galleon and sixteen Sickles. Ernie took a moment to count it before gesturing them to sit down. The bus was filled with beds, which were all empty. The boys took seats on them. Ever been on the knight bus before? Ernie asked them. Peter nodded, grasping tightly around the pole nearest him, but Sirius and James shook their heads. Ernie grinned. Diagon Alley, Carly! The driver, an elderly witch with thick, grey, fluffy hair stomped on the gas pedal. Now James knew why Peter was clutching the pole. He and Sirius toppled to the floor. Siriuss wand rolled away again. Damn, thats twice now! he cried, scrambling to get it. After a few bangs, careens, and stomach turning drops, the bus jammed to a stop outside the Leaky Cauldron, sending James and Sirius flying into the front window. Diagon Alley is just through there, Ernie said, pointing to the door with his thumb. Wondering where in the world that woman learned how to drive, James, Sirius and Peter stepped off the bus on jelly legs just as it disappeared with another BANG.

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Because the Leaky Cauldron was an inn, the doors were always open. The boys crept through the empty bar and into the small courtyard beyond it. Sirius and James didnt know what to do, but Peter held up his wand and tapped the wall three times. A small hole appeared in the bricks, which widened and widened until they found themselves looking at the quiet cobblestone street of Diagon Alley, bathed in pale morning light. A few wizards and witches were already bustling about the streets, and shopkeepers were opening windows and sweeping out doors. Where is Flourish and Blotts? Sirius asked. Blimey Sirius, havent you ever been here? James asked. No, my mother usually sends the house elf to do errands. Hes a vile creature. Peters mouth hung slack in awe. You have a house elf? Yeah, count yourself lucky if you dont have one. James led the way past the apothecary, Quidditch supplies store and stationary shop before they reached the bookstore. Please let it still be here, James breathed. They entered the shop, which still looked very much the same as when James had last been there. Its back in the far corner, in the Myth and Legend section. It was difficult to remember exactly where the shelf was, but after some wandering and searching, James finally led them to the right shelf. Its here somewhere James realized he couldnt remember where the book was on the shelf. There were hundreds there. All he knew was that it was at approximately eye level, which he told the others. Its also next to Legend of the Peverell Brothers, and something to do with Numenor he added. As they searched the shelf, Sirius suddenly stiffened, like a hunting dog listening for a fox. Someones here, he whispered.

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They all stood in tense silence, watching and waiting, but nobody appeared. Sirius shrugged. Maybe I imagined it. Ive got it! James said, pulling down a small, stained hardcover with the words Legacy of the Macedon King written across the front in blotchy green ink. He flipped through its pages, which were handwritten. This is it, guys. Are we stealing it? asked Peter. I hope not, said an old wheezy voice behind them. The harassed looking shopkeeper James had met in July stepped out from behind a shelf. He held out his hand for the diary. Though James felt uncomfortable letting it out of his hands, he handed it to the man, who surveyed it carefully beneath his thick spectacles. He did not appear to recognize the book as he flipped through the yellowing, brittle pages. Sirius and James tensed. If he read the contents of that diary it might ruin everything. Eventually deciding he could get rid of it, the man handed it back to James. I want ten Galleons for it. WHAT! Sirius gasped. This piece of junk? Put it back on the shelf James. We can do our book report on something else. He grabbed the diary from James and forcefully handed it back to the shopkeeper, and taking James and Peter by the arms, began to hastily steer them away. What are you doing? James whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Shh! Sirius hissed back. Wait! The shop keeper hurried to catch up with them. He looked critically at the tattered diary in his hands. All right you wretched kids. Take it for eight Galleons or leave it. Sirius dug in his pocket. I only have six. James knew he was lying. Thats fine, growled the shopkeeper. Sirius handed the money to him and took the diary. Once they were safely out of the shop, he opened it.

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Sirius dont, James whispered, slamming it shut as he looked around cautiously. We should wait until were alone in the Common Room. After an ice cream from Fortescues, they hailed the Knight Bus again to take them back to Hogsmeade, where they were delighted to find their boat still waiting patiently by the dock. Sirius paused, grinning mischievously before climbing in. What are you waiting for? Peter asked. You know, we wont get a chance to see Hogsmeade again until third year. What do you say we take a look around? With a wink, he turned back up the path. James hurried to catch up. Sirius, wait, Sirius its a Hogsmeade weekend! Peter squeaked. Its a what? Sirius asked over his shoulder, not breaking in step. Its a Hogsmeade weekend! Peter repeated, running to catch up to them. The older students are allowed to come to Hogsmeade! What if someone we know sees us? Oh come on, Peter. Dont be such a little weenie, Sirius said dismissively. What about you James? What do you think? James grinned. I think I can afford to check out Zonkos.

After filling their pockets with Honeydukes candies and narrowly missing Professor McGonagall on their way out of Zonkos Joke Shop, James decided they should probably get back to the castle. Instead of following the road back to the docks behind the train station, they took a shortcut behind the buildings. After a couple minutes of walking, they came across a lonely, dilapidated house on a hill. All of the windows were boarded up except for one at the very top, in what James decided must be the attic. The room beyond the window was dark, and a shredded and tattered veil of a curtain fluttered gently, as if someone had just brushed past it. The garden outside the house was dank and overgrown, surrounded by a wrought iron fence. A freshly painted sign on the gate read,

SHRIEKING SHACK

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The most haunted house in Britain, terrified screams and inhuman moans of torment are often heard emanating from within this buildings walls from as far away as Madam Puddifoots teashop.

They gazed up at the building with wonder. Just then, high above them, the open attic window slammed shut. Peter bolted for the docks, and James and Sirius, though intrigued by the house, turned and followed.

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Chapter 7 Rhyme and Riddle

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter were very disappointed by the contents of Legacy of the Macedon King, which they took turns reading for the next couple of weeks. Though there was a fascinating first hand account of what it was like knowing the four founders of Hogwarts, the text merely echoed the story they had already read in the library. Many parts did not even seem to have anything to do with the scepter. The only new piece of information was a short poem, which Petrie apparently thought would be a clever opening to the diary. I spent six Galleons on this? Sirius, who had been flipping absently through the diary all Saturday morning, tossed it to Peter, who was too busy working on a lunar chart to notice. Hey! Oww! I cant believe I missed Quidditch try outs to get that thing, James said bitterly. Remus, read the poem again, will you? James noticed Remus came back from his visit to his mother looking much paler than before, and he was also walking with a slight limp. He hadnt mentioned anything about getting hurt while he was at home. Remus picked the book up off the floor, opened it to the front cover, and began reading.

From mighty hand of Zeus himself came hurting down to earth, A godly gift awarded to a Greek of noble birth. From the lightning stone and fire, Alexander did create, A scepter with the power to change the course of time and fate.

The jealous sons of Antipater hatched an evil plan, To poison him and deftly steal the scepter from his hand. With the prize in hand that night the evil traitors fled, Leaving Babylon forever and King Alexander dead.

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For many years the scepter vanished from all history, Until I found it in a temple hidden by the sea. From this place I brought it back to lands of British rule And sought the help of four bright minds who founded Hogwarts School.

The scepter then was split in four and hidden deep within The walls of their own school where magic learning does begin. With the scepter broken and the pieces out of sight, They did not believe a chance the pieces someday reunite.

I fear the secret of the scepter may soon be forgot, And so I'm writing down this poem to lead you to its spot. With great toil I hid a map to show you where to find The pieces of the scepter the four founders left behind.

Take caution now, you readers must be surely brave at heart To follow what I've left behind and find the scepter's parts. It may be wise start your searching right here where you are, For some things that seem miles away may really not be far.

So what exactly is that supposed to mean? Sirius asked, chewing the tip of his wand. Start searching around Gryffindor tower? Remus shrugged. Youve got me. Where does Petrie think were reading this? Maybe he thinks were standing at Flourish and Blotts, Peter said thoughtfully. James sat up and tossed a botched lunar chart in the corner rubbish pail. If the map is hidden somewhere in that store, then theres absolutely no chance were going to find it, he said bitterly. On the bright side, Voldemort wont find it either. Remus closed the diary and looked down at its beaten cover. Do you think we should give this to Professor Turnbill? he asked.

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No way! Sirius cried, snatching the diary back from him. If hes a Death Eater, hell hand it right over to the Dark Lord! Remus sighed. Sirius, Professor Turnbill is not a Death Eater. Hes a good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! Maybe youre just defending him because youre so much better at that class than the rest of us, Sirius said. He pointed at his forearm. How many normal Hogwarts teachers have tattoos on their left forearms? Besides, I paid for the diary so its technically mine and I get to decide. James, trying to contemplate the last two lines of the poem, decided to leave Sirius and Remus to their arguing. He wandered out of the portrait hole, and without really thinking about where he was going found himself outside on the school grounds. Out there, the afternoons crisp, autumn air seemed to help him think. He wandered past the lake, wondering where the giant squid was, and where it had come from. He had an odd mental image of the squid floating through the back door of an underwater house, where his squid wife and children waited for him around a dinner table. Suddenly, he spotted Professor Turnbill coming his way, and waved. Turnbill gave James a curt nod and kept walking. He looked grim James wondered if he could still be morning Anna Meezerly. Suddenly, James heard girls voices approaching from the other side of the castle. Mary MacDonald giggled and spoke. but he likes you, obviously. And hes not so bad looking. He isnt so bad looking, but Id rather date the giant squid than James Potter, Lily said irritably. Realizing they were about to turn the corner, and wanting to listen to their conversation, James looked frantically around for a place to hide. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a huge, conspicuous looking tree with wild, tangled branches. Nearly tripping over his robes, James ran towards it. He was about to touch the gnarled trunk when he was struck in the stomach by something hard. WUMP.

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Jamess glasses flew off with the force of the hit. Thinking only of the approaching girls, James dropped to his hands and knees and began desperately feeling around for them. Looking up to make sure they hadnt come around the corner yet, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a blurry branch swinging straight at his face. For a moment, it seemed to move in slow motion. Before he could wonder what on earth was happening, in a burst of stars, James blacked out completely.

Poppy, hes awake! Jamess eyes fluttered open slowly to see two blurred shapes near his bedside. One was a tall, thin woman, the other massive. Yes I can see that, Hagrid. I know Albus insisted on that tree, but its downright dangerous! James reached for his glasses and put them back on, relieved to see that they were not broken. The school nurse, a young brunette, was sitting next to him, with Hagrid by her side. How long was I out? James asked groggily. A few hours, Hagrid answered. You got taken out by the Whompin Willow, but Lily Evans ran and found me righ away. Madam Pomfrey fixed yeh up good. James rubbed his head. The Whomping willow? What is that? Why is it on the school grounds? Hagrid was about to answer when the nurse gave him a silencing look before turning to James and peering into his eyes with the lit tip of her wand. Never you mind, she said shortly. You have a concussion, and you need to stay here in the hospital wing tonight. Lucius Malfoy is here also, he had a bit of a nasty fall at Quidditch practice. In the far corner, James could see Malfoy with his leg up in a sling. Hagrid wished James well and left the room as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to the far corner, where Lucius lay. A moment later, Sirius, Remus and Peter came bursting through the doorway. Hagrid said you were awake! Sirius said, plopping down on the bed to Jamess left. As soon as we heard from Mary MacDonald that you were here, we came down

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and waited. Weve been sitting outside for hours, but Madam Pomfrey wouldnt let us come in until you woke up. Are you feeling better? Remus asked, looking closely at James. He suddenly looked nervous. What were you doing near the Whomping Willow? James blushed. He didnt want to tell them he was trying to eavesdrop on Lily. I was trying to get a better look at the lake I wanted to see the Giant Squid. The three accepted his answer without question. After a few minutes of chatter, however, Madam Pomfrey swooped down upon them to kick Sirius, Remus and Peter out of the hospital. The boy needs his rest! She said, steering Sirius squarely by the shoulders toward the door. Come now, boy, and your little friend here. Remus, you too. After an apologetic look back at James, the three exited, leaving James alone. Realizing there was nothing to do but go back to sleep, he slumped back on the pillows and shut his eyes.

James was stirred awake again hours later by hushed voices just outside the doorway of the hospital wing. His body was much sorer now, and he had a splitting headache that felt like a branch from the willow was still lodged in his brain. Through the headache induced fog, he became aware of a deep, unctuous voice coming from the hallway. It will be in the papers tomorrow. She was asked to complete this task quietly, but we all know young Bella can act imprudently. Did she get the names of the students who took it? asked another, more familiar voice. No, the shopkeeper did not know, but Bella was able to extract descriptions from him. They were young first or second years by the sound of it. Two taller, dark haired boys and their obsequious little friend. I will find them. What does the Dark Lord wish me to do with them? The Dark Lord wishes you to fall back. Dumbledore knows nothing about the scepter, or that these students have the book. If they are wise, they will not tell him. Dumbledore has sought the scepter for years now; no doubt he would take it away for his

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own gain. If by some stroke of miraculous dumb luck these children survive long enough to get all of the pieces, silence them before they go to the headmaster. Keep a close watch on them, Turnbill, or you will suffer the Dark Lords displeasure. James stiffened. Though he had suspected it, the confirmation that Turnbill was indeed doing Voldemorts bidding was unsettling, as was the news that Dumbledore was seeking the scepter for himself. After a tense pause, Turnbill spoke. How is Lucius? He will be all right, though he knows how embarrassed I am that my own son cant successfully complete a feint. Does he know the plan, Abraxas? Turnbill asked. No do not let him suspect you. If you have any new information, contact me in Wiltshire. Good luck Turnbill. The sound of footsteps told James that the conversation was over. Laying in the dark, staring at the high ceiling, he tried to comprehend the scope of the battle he was now involved in. The enemy knew what they looked like. It was only a matter of time before Turnbill realized who they were and caught them. Should they hide the diary? Should they destroy it? If they hid or destroyed it, they would be questioned and killed by Turnbill anyway. Should they give the diary to Dumbledore? Malfoy had said that Dumbledore wanted the scepter for his own gain. What would he do with it? He would certainly take it away from James. What other options were there? James turned over on his side, wishing Sirius and Remus were around to talk to. They would need to find the pieces in secret, he decided. Though he wanted to pretend that they would do the right thing and destroy the pieces, James pictured himself holding the Bolt of Ages intact a master of time. With that kind of power he could go back in time and make sure Voldemort was never even born. Then he could dispose of the scepter properly With these thoughts floating through his aching head, he fell back asleep.

The next morning, Madam Pomfrey woke James, and after a quick examination, allowed him to leave. Hurrying to the Great Hall, he joined Sirius, Remus and Peter, who

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were eating breakfast together at the far end of the Gryffindor table. In a hushed voice, he filled them in on what he had heard the previous night. TOLD you he was a Death Eater! Sirius cried triumphantly, pointing his fork in Remuss face, which had paled when James told them the news. I wonder if the shopkeeper got hurt, said Peter. His hand shook with fright, and the egg in his spoon began to drip over the side. Here comes the Prophet, said James, as the ceiling flooded with white, grey and brown owls. Sure enough, a small, twittering owl landed in Remuss cereal, spattering his Daily Prophet with milk. After receiving a Knut, it took off, spraying beads of milk all over Peter. Remus opened the paper as they all put their heads together to read it. Sure enough, on the front page was a picture of Flourish and Blotts, whose towering shelves of books were overturned. Ripped pages and scattered volumes littered the marble floor in a sea of literature.

FLOURISH AND BLOTTS RANSACKED Yesterday afternoon, the peaceful shopping village of Diagon Alley was disturbed by the destruction of its most prominent bookseller, Flourish and Blotts. Graham Biblear, who was looking after the store for owner Eugene Blott, was found severely confunded, lying amid the wreckage of the ransacked shop. There are no leads on the attacker, nor any motive, as Aurors determined that though many items were destroyed, nothing was missing. Anyone with information is urged to contact the closest Auror office. Continued on page 5.

Wow, how on earth could the Aurors tell that nothing was missing? Sirius laughed. James shrugged. Suddenly, Remus shoved the paper under the table. Professor Turnbill was coming their way. Good morning boys! He grinned around at all of them. Ready for that quiz on disarming and defensive spells today?

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Remus smiled back weakly, and Sirius quickly took a bite of toast. Peter looked ready to pass out, which actually seemed to be appropriately in character for how Peter usually looked before an exam. James, wondering if Turnbill knew they had the diary yet, nodded and attempted a smile. Been studying all night. Studying in the hospital wing eh? Turnbill laughed when James stiffened. Yes, I heard about your little run in with the Willow. I do hope you feel better. Poppy said it knocked you out good. Well, Ill see you in class boys. Good luck. Remus watched Turnbills retreating back as he strode away. I think he knows, he said grimly.

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Chapter 8 Winters Daughter

September turned to October, and at last the cool air had no more hint of summers warmth. Without any other ideas about the last few lines of the poem, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter temporarily put it aside, as schoolwork was beginning to pile up. Turnbill continued to act friendly towards them, though he occasionally seemed to drop into fits of moodiness when he wasnt teaching. James held out hope that perhaps he did not yet know that he and his friends possessed Petries diary, but whenever he caught sight of Turnbill watching them covertly across Hogwarts grounds or corridors, he knew they were being followed closely. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter stood in front of bubbling cauldrons on the last day of classes before Halloween, attempting to brew an energy potion. I really dont understand Turnbill. Remus said, dropping red spider eggs into his vomit colored concoction. He treats us like his favorite students during class, but then sometimes outside of class he looks like he wants to murder us. Sirius, who was levitating random ingredients into Severuss cauldron a few rows ahead, stifled a laugh as he whispered to James. Watch him, watch him! Aw he looks so confused Its amazing though, he always manages to fix it again. As much as he hated to admit it, James was impressed by Severuss potion work. Severus was not a student to be trifled with. Over the past few weeks, Severus had demonstrated not only his aptitude for potions, but also for performing more jinxes and hexes than any other student in their year could, most of which he aimed at Sirius and James, though Peter and Remus also received their share of bat bogeys and leg locks. Surprisingly, Severus had made friends with a couple of other first year Slytherins, who were also impressed with his spell repertoire. James, after finishing stirring his potion 30 times counter clockwise, was pleasantly surprised to see that he and Sirius, who usually worked together, had successfully created the bright orange potion described by their textbook. Professor

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Slughorn praised them highly, though not as highly as Lily and Severus, whose potions were much more vibrant than that of any other student.

On Halloween Sunday, the boys realized they couldnt put off McGonagalls essay on the transfiguration of inanimate objects to animals any longer. Sirius, who was having trouble finding his Transfiguration textbook in his over-packed bag, turned it over and dumped its contents on the floor. James spotted Legacy of the Macedon King. Picking it up, he examined the last four lines of the poem again as he had done countless times before, hoping to have an epiphany. Sirius let out a barking laugh. Petrie was cracked. Theres nothing in that diary, and if you ask me, the scepter never even existed, he said bitterly. He wants me to start my searching right here where I am? Well how about I just tear his stupid diary apart? Thats right here where I am. Jamess eyes widened. Sirius had been sarcastic, but he touched on a very important point. If you were reading the poem, the diary would be right there where you were where it was instructing the reader to begin searching for the map. James closed the diary and stared down at the battered, hard cover. Peter? Can I have the knife from your potions kit? Sirius laughed as Peter dug through his kit and handed a knife to James. Stab it James! Threaten to cut off its spine! Maybe itll talk! James shook his head. Im not threatening it, Sirius. James used Peters knife to slice through the thick paper lining of the inside front cover. The others watched silently. Peeling back the ancient, brittle lining, he revealed a very old, folded piece of parchment. Right here, all along. James smiled, pulling the parchment out of the diary. He opened it, and was quite surprised and disappointed to find that it was blank. Remus leaned closer. James, look at the way the shadows are falling on it. I think theres something hidden on it. Remus pulled his wand out of his robes and touched it to the parchment.

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Aparecium. Suddenly, from the center of the parchment, a small point of ink blossomed. Its spidery tendrils began to form lines and shapes, which as they grew, appeared to be the halls and rooms of Hogwarts. Across the top appeared the words Petries Map for Marauders. Peter gasped. Sirius looked impressed with Remuss Defense Against the Dark Arts knowledge. A blinking dot labeled Ravenclaws Piece appeared right outside of professor Flitwicks office in the West Tower, just on the other side of the seventh floor from the Gryffindor Common Room. Sirius grinned. What do you say boys? Feel like sneaking out after the Halloween Feast?

The Great Hall was brilliantly decorated for the Halloween Feast. Black and orange streamers were draped over the wall torch brackets, and floating jack o lanterns grinned down at the house tables. Enchanted crepe paper bats flapped about beneath the dark, stormy, enchanted ceiling above James, Sirius, Remus and Peter as they ate. Sirius nudged James. Look whos staring at us. James turned and looked up at the staff table, where Turnbill waved amicably at them. James smiled and waved back before turning back to Sirius. I think he might be bipolar. Remus, who was in the middle of eating a large piece of chocolate cake with orange icing, stared up at the staff table. I hope he doesnt follow us tonight. Do you think he will? I hope not! Peter squeaked, dropping his fork with a clatter. Isnt he supposed to wait for us to get the pieces anyway? James frowned. Do you think we should wait? What if there are traps, something dangerous were not prepared to deal with yet? Sirius laughed. Come on James, wheres your sense of adventure?

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James became suddenly aware that Lily, a couple of seats away, had turned towards them at Siriuss words. Involuntarily, his hand self-consciously flew to his hair. James realized he never had never properly thanked her for getting Hagrid when the Whomping Willow was beating him to a pulp. Before he had a chance to say anything, she had turned back the other way. Before they knew it, Kingsley was leading the Gryffindors back up to the Common Room. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter loitered in the Common Room until everyone had gone to bed before consulting Petries map again. The Ravenclaw dot was still blinking in the West Tower, near Flitwicks office. James took a deep breath. Well, this is it. The four boys climbed cautiously out of the portrait hole and made a beeline for the West Tower. They hurried along silently in the dark, empty corridor, which was lined with suits of armor that gleamed in the moonlight. Suddenly there was a loud, disconcerting yowl to their right. Peter jumped as if a bomb had gone off. What was that? asked Remus. James peered curiously at the last suit of armor in the row. It sounded like it came from that one. Maybe its McGonagalls flamingo, Sirius snorted. As James cautiously approached the suspicious suit of armor, the yowling noise came from it again. It sounded like some kind of animal was trapped inside. James tipped the statue forward, opening the helmet. A dust colored cat with yellow lamp-like eyes fell out, looking quite disheveled. Remus recoiled. James, thats Filchs cat! Someone must have stuffed her in there! Filch? James asked curiously, feeling sorry for the poor creature that peered curiously up at him. You know, the caretakers apprentice, Remus replied. Hes always following old Pringle around. Sirius made a repulsed face.

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I hate cats, he growled. James you should have left her in there. Shes going to get us in trouble! She was trapped, James said quietly. How would you have liked to be shut up in a suit of armor by someone? Sirius had no reply. Remus looked around nervously before speaking. Well, I suggest we keep moving. Filch loves this cat, and if shes been in this armor all day, I can guarantee you hes somewhere in the castle looking for her. James took one last look down at the cat, who was still peering at him curiously. There was something odd about her. Okay, lets go, he said, leading the way down the corridor. Finally they reached Flitwicks office, where they looked around carefully, but did not see another door. James, wondering if they had read the map wrong, pulled his wand out of his robes. Lumos. Aparecium. By the lit tip of his wand, he gazed carefully at the map. Where the blinking dot had been, a drawing of himself now appeared, holding a miniature version of the map in his hands. James was about to fold it up and stuff it back in his robes, but just then, the tiny figure of himself moved. It walked up to a large frame on the wall, and stepped through it. Sirius and Remus, who had been staring at it too, looked at one another quizzically. It must be a painting, or a portrait, James said, spinning on the spot, looking for any nearby. There was only one a painting of a girl in a long blue gown with flowing chestnut hair, who was fast asleep in her chair. James hurried over, and touched it with his fingertips, but they didnt go through the painting. He looked down at the map again and saw the figure of himself walk straight into the frame again. Maybe it was like getting to platform nine and three quarters, and you had to just run at the barrier. James took a deep breath, stepped back, and ran towards it. SMACK. James landed on the floor. The girl in the frame suddenly awoke, and looked down at the boy with interest. Remus, Sirius and Peter roared with laughter. Shh! James urged his friends. Youll get us caught!

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It was too late. The sound of footsteps in a distant corridor, indisputably coming towards them, reached their ears. The girl in the paintings eyes fell upon the map in Jamess hands. Boy, I think youre looking for that mirror, she said, pointing to the opposite wall a few feet away. Hurry, or youll be caught. James looked towards where she was pointing. The floor to ceiling mirror they had passed the night they snuck down to the library was gleaming in the crescent moonlight that beamed in through the window. Thank you! James said, jumping to his feet and running to it. To his delight, his fingers sank through it when he touched it. It was quite cold. Sirius, Remus, and Peter caught up to him and put their hands on the glass, but none of theirs sank into it like Jamess did. Try touching the map. Once they all had a finger on the parchment, their fingers slid beneath the surface of the glass as if it were very cold, suspended water. The furious voice of Filch echoed through the corridor. Whos there? Are you the brats that took my Mrs. Norris? If you dont tell me what youve done with her so help me Ill Mrs. Norris?.. Peter snickered. We have to go through! Sirius whispered through clenched teeth, and dove through the glass, dragging the map and the others holding onto it with him. James held his breath. It was like plunging into ice-cold water. He could feel Remuss body beside him, banging into him in an attempt to stay by his side. James opened his eyes, and was surprised that he could see, though everything was tinted ice blue. Siriuss shape was slightly ahead of them, moving towards what looked like a bright light. Peters fingers were beginning to slip off of the map. Terrified of what would happen if Peter let go, James used his free hand to grasp his robes. After what seemed like a slow motion eternity, James gasped and breathed pure, freezing air. They had made it through the mirror, and collapsed on the other side of it in what looked like a round, cathedral sized room. Beneath Jamess hands and knees was

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soft, powdery snow. He looked up and touched the mirror they had just fallen out of. It felt warm. Sirius clambered to his feet and looked around the room with wide eyes. Brilliant, he whispered. James got to his feet and stood next to him. Ahead was what looked like a small temple, built from polished white marble. The room was quiet, serene, and quite still except for the gentle snowflakes that drifted peacefully down from the ceiling, which was bewitched to appear like the dark night sky. This sky was much more beautiful and majestic than the one that appeared in the Great Hall planets rotated silently in the velvet darkness between the twinkling points of light that were stars. A bright full moon suspended high over the temple spilled silver light down upon its gleaming marble walls, making it appear to glow celestially. Do you think the piece of the scepter is in there? Peter nodded towards the temple. Where else would it be? James asked, tucking the map in his robes and starting towards it. Sirius and Peter followed, but Remus stood transfixed, staring up at the bright moon, seemingly in awe. James paused and looked back towards his unmoving friend. Remus? Sirius crossed to Remus and took him by the arm. Remus stared down in surprise at his arm and looked back up at the full moon on the ceiling. You okay? Sirius asked. After a moment, Remus tore his gaze away and nodded. Yeah lets go. James led the way into the temple, his lit wand aloft. Their footsteps echoed hollowly on the polished marble floor, disrupting the tranquil silence. Ahead was an altar, upon which something was glowing brilliantly. A broken piece of a scepter, the color of onyx and ornately carved with images of gods, goddesses and ancient battles lay on the altar, bathed in a golden glow. Sirius reached out to take it just as Remus grabbed his wrist.

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Wait, he said. It seems too simple the scepter is supposed to be heavily protected by beasts and enchantments. Im afraid of what may happen if you try to take it. I have an idea, James said quietly. Stand back, guys. James reached down and removed his shoe. He took a couple of steps backwards and threw it at the piece of the scepter. As soon as it made contact with the piece, the shoe turned to ashes. The piece lay undisturbed. Thanks, guys, Sirius said to James and Remus, cradling the hand he had reached for the piece with. No problem, James replied. Suddenly, he was distracted by a strange sensation. It was if the floor was beginning to vibrate beneath them it was a low hum at first, but soon it was unmistakable. Umdo you guys feel that? he asked, staring down at his shoe and his sock. They didnt respond, but the surprised looks on their faces as they too stared down at the floor told him everything. The vibration escalated into an all out earthquake, as if a beast was awakening beneath the marble floor that had not been disturbed for hundreds of years. The floor cracked and split, separating James and Peter from Sirius and Remus. The distance between them doubled, tripled. A freezing white mist began issuing from the fracture, and a human shape rose from the depths, silhouetted by the golden glow of the altar behind it. The two sections of marble floor began to move back together again, and finally fused where they had broken. The mist dissipated, revealing a pale, beautiful girl with flowing white hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Clothed in a light blue and silver gown with a tiara of sparkling sapphires, she looked no older than the boys now lying on the floor before her. She drifted down to the ground, and landed softly on her bare feet before gazing towards James with piercing, ice blue eyes. As Peter cowered behind him, James took a deep breath and spoke. Im James Potter. Im here for the Bolt of Ages. The girl stepped towards him, leaving frosty footprints on the marble behind her. She was too beautiful and wild to be human. She moved slowly and gracefully, but her

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power was palpable. James felt a cold that permeated more than his body as her icy stare bore into him, but he stood his ground. I know who you are, James Potter, the young goddess said with a mysterious smile, revealing sparkling diamond teeth. It was I who foretold that you and your friends would come here, seeking what I have sworn to protect. I whispered this vision through the lips of the nearest instrument with the ability to channel my thoughts and feelings, but I can no longer feel her presence on this plane. A shadow of fear crossed her beautiful face. Sirius stood. Who are you? How long have you been here? he asked, helping Remus to his feet. The girl turned to face him. I am the daughter of winter. My name would sound like nothing to you but the sound of winter wind through an evergreen forest. I was captured in my elemental form by Rowena Ravenclaw. As punishment, I took the body of her own granddaughter, Eloise. Out of grief, the old witch brought here almost a millennium ago to guard this piece of the scepter of time the Bolt of Ages, the power of Alexander, and bound me from speaking its location through the lips of seers and prophets. How do we get the piece? James asked. The girls eyes sparkled. The challenge here is to defeat me, however, I will offer you another option, if you choose. I am a prisoner in this body, and the enchantment binding me can only be broken by a child of the same age. Ravenclaw must never have dreamed that someone so young would find this place. Free me, and you may keep the fragment of time for yourselves. And how do we Sirius started. What happens if we free you? Remus interrupted. The girls frozen gaze pierced Remus. I will leave the body I now possess, and join my mother again. She will be returning to this land in a few weeks time. What will happen to Ravenclaws granddaughter? James asked.

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She will not wake again. Her body must remain here, entombed in the temple of air for eternity. There was tense silence, in which everyone contemplated the consequences of freeing the daughter of winter. Finally, James spoke. How do we free you? First swear your intention, the girl commanded. James took a deep breath. He realized how fast his heart was pounding. I swear to free you, if you will show me how, he said, staring deep into her ice blue eyes. The girl flashed her diamond smile again. The room dropped a few more degrees, as if her already palpable power was growing exponentially. Who among you has the map? she whispered. James reached inside his robes. I do, he said, unfolding the blank parchment. The girl swept towards him, her silvery white hair billowing behind her. An arctic breeze rippled through Jamess messy, dark hair. She traced the outline of the map with one pale, delicate finger, which frosted over before melting to reveal words in a strange language. James was dumbstruck. The characters on the paper were like nothing he had ever seen. The script was continuous, smooth and rounded, like a stream flowing over a rocky riverbed. He was about to open his mouth to tell her that he couldnt read it, when he saw that her ice blue eyes had clouded over. Every hair on Jamess body suddenly stood on end. A force struck him in the depths of his bones, spreading outward through every inch of his body. He was full of freezing fire, or burning ice. The marble ceiling of the temple cracked, and the snowflakes that had been so gently falling before escalated dangerously into a gale that hurled wind, snow and ice down at the altar. Jamess mouth opened, and a voice issued from it like none he had ever heard. He was not in control of the deep, dark, inhuman speech that poured from his lips. It sounded like an avalanche tumbling down the steep precipice of a mountain, the creaking trunks of arctic pines bowing to the force of the north wind, and the beating wings of snowy owls, passing like ghosts over a vast ocean of ice and snow.

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CRACK. James wondered if hed been hit by lightning. He crumpled to the ground, and became suddenly aware of a flicker of warmth that had begun somewhere in his freezing, numb body. The winds died down abruptly, and stillness crept back in. James sat up slowly. Light snowflakes were now falling gently through the crack in the temple ceiling, through which the light of the enchanted moon shone down on him and the still girl next to him. The pale skin of the goddess he had spoken to moments before was now soft and glowing, and the hair that had been white as snow was now a warm, flowing brown. She was human again. Sirius, Remus and Peter hurried to Jamess side. They stared in silence at the girls small body for a few moments before Peter spoke. We should get the piece of the scepter. James stood and crossed to the altar. The golden glow that had surrounded the piece was gone. He reached out, and after a small moment of hesitation, took the piece, which was surprisingly heavy. Lets go, he said quietly. Remus, Sirius and Peter clambered out of the entrance to the temple and down the stone steps. James, following behind, paused for a moment to look back at the girl. Her head, beyond the falling snowflakes, was resting on a piece of the broken ceiling. The rest of her body was being slowly covered in a thin layer of snow. She looked like she could be sleeping peacefully beneath a glittering white blanket. James, lets go, Sirius called gently from the bottom of the steps. They walked silently to the mirror, gazing up at the sky. All of the planets and stars had vanished, leaving only the orb like moon high above the temple to spill its light upon the sleeping granddaughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. The journey from the other side of the mirror was warm and comforting. Luckily, when they collapsed in the corridor beyond, Filch was not there. Lets go, whispered Remus. Filch may still be around so be as quiet as possible.

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James made to follow Remus, Sirius and Peter, but was distracted by movement out of the corner of his eye. The girl in the painting nearby had gotten to her feet, and put her hands up on her portrait, as if she were trying to keep him in view through a window. James suddenly realized who she was. Thank you, Eloise, he said. Though he was smiling, he felt like his heart was breaking for the girl who now gazed out of her portrait at him, as if trapped in a cage. Thank you for freeing my body, Eloise said, returning the same sad smile. Do come back and visit me again.

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Chapter 9 A Closer Look

After stowing Ravenclaws piece of the scepter beneath a loose floorboard in the dormitory, there had been no sign of any blinking dot on Petries map. Though James and the others pored over it for hours, trying to figure out what they had to do to make it appear they made no progress, and were finally forced to put it aside in the face of the threateningly high pile of homework they were neglecting. The first Saturday of November was the first Quidditch match of the year. Remus was away again to visit his mother, but James, Sirius and Peter dressed up in their best red and gold and went to the game together. Though Gryffindor lost miserably to Slytherin, James found himself yearning to play, and was secretly very angry with himself for missing tryouts. He felt better though when he found out from Gwen DeLauneys older sister Izzy, a chaser on the Gryffindor team, that first years werent allowed to try out for the team anyway. As November wore on, students began to worry about the end of term exams, which would be upon them in the second week of December. Frank and Alice could be spotted frequently in the Common Room studying beneath a mountain of books. James felt slightly guilty that he and his friends were not as studious. I cant wait for the holiday break. Peter said the next Monday during charms. Each student had a musical instrument in front of him or her, and was supposed to be making it play itself. Its still two weeks away! Remus said, trying to ignore the rude flatulent noises coming from his delinquent trumpet. A few students nearby sniggered, but James did not. He noticed that there was a deep, fresh wound on Remuss arm that had not been there before he went home to visit his mother. Are you guys going home for Christmas? Sirius asked casually, poking at his flute with the tip of his wand. James knew that as much as Sirius liked to laugh off his loathing of his family, he would be extremely lonely if he were by himself at Hogwarts for the holidays. Yeah, my mum would be angry if I didnt, Peter answered.

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Im going home too, Remus said, though he looked as if he would rather stay at Hogwarts. James turned to Sirius. Ill be here. Sirius looked thrilled. He pointed his wand at his flute a little too enthusiastically, and it blew a note so shrill that the windowpanes behind them smashed. Flitwick repaired it quickly, and reminded the boys to concentrate on their work, though James swore he saw the little man wink at them. Well, at least you two can try and figure out where the next room is. Remus managed to say while struggling with his trumpet, which had just decided it was time to empty its spit valve all over the floor. He looked over at Jamess triangle, which was ting ting tinging along happily. How did you get yours to cooperate? Sirius laughed. Well its not that difficult, all it has to do is hit itself I dont understand it, said James, his mind still on the map. Ravenclaws room was so obvious, but now theres nothing. What are we doing wrong? Why wouldnt the next room present itself once we got Ravenclaws piece? No one could offer any rational explanation. A few moments later, they were distracted by Lilys violins beautiful rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, and none of them brought the subject back up for the rest of the day.

After everyone had gone to bed that evening, James found himself staring at the map again by the lit tip of his wand. Listening to Remuss steady breathing in the bed to his right, he concentrated so hard on each spidery line of ink that his head throbbed. Any luck? James nearly jumped out of his skin. Sirius pulled back the bed curtain and sat down next to him. I saw the light of your wand from my bed, he explained. I cant sleep either. No luck, James said, passing him the map. I dont know what were doing wrong. I think maybe this thing wasnt meant to be found. Sirius looked up from the map.

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James, just because something was lost doesnt mean it wasnt meant to be found again. Were part of something huge here! He hesitated for a moment. If anythings meant to happen, I have this crazy feeling that were meant to be doing this that were meant to fight Voldemort, and stop him from finding the scepter, he whispered tensely, though there was a trace of excitement in his voice. James smiled. Though he didnt say it aloud, he had that same strange feeling. What else can we do about the map? I think weve tried everything. There must be something were missing. Maybe we just need to look closer, Sirius suggested. It was as if the map had been waiting patiently for these words. It suddenly zoomed in, giving James the odd feeling that he was hurtling towards earth from a great height. The dungeons grew larger and larger, and the map finally came to a stop on the potions storeroom. Where is it? Sirius breathed. I dont see the dot. James bent low over the map. He could barely make out something tiny blinking, very faintly, in the corner of the storeroom. I think I see it but I need it to zoom in again what was it you said? Look closer, Sirius repeated. The map responded again, hurtling them downwards into the corner until the spidery ink lines revealed every detail of the stones on the floor of the storeroom. A tiny dot unmistakably labeled Slytherins Piece was visible there, blinking serenely as if it had been waiting patiently all this time to be discovered. Dont I give the best advice ever? Sirius asked, grinning ear to ear.

After Frank left the dormitory the next morning, James and Sirius filled in Remus and Peter on the map. Blimey, how many commands does that map know how to respond to? Peter asked, fumbling with the laces on his trainers. How did you get it to zoom back out again? Remus asked.

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After it goes blank, it comes back on normal again when you do the Aparecium charm, Sirius answered, tucking his handsome dark hair behind his ears in the mirror. Peter finally finished tying his laces. So what do we do now? I think its obvious, James said. We need to shrink ourselves to be able to find the entrance to Slytherins room. Sirius sat down on the trunk at the foot of his bed. How? he asked. We dont know how to do shrinking spells yet. Do those even work on people? Remus looked pensive. Shrinking spells can reverse, especially if they arent cast properly. It would be really dangerous to start growing again once were inside such a little space. What about a shrinking potion? James suggested. That might work, Remus said thoughtfully, digging in his bag for his potions book. He flipped through Magical Drafts and Potions to the section on shrinking potions, and furrowed his brow. He shook his head. This is difficult. I dont think we would be attempting this until third year. Knowing our skills at potions, I dont think any of us could do this. James thought for a moment. I think I know someone who could help us.

Downstairs at breakfast, James saw no sign of Lily. Grabbing a piece of toast on the go, he decided to take a quick look around the grounds, knowing that she and her friends sometimes sat near the lake in their free time. As he walked into the entrance hall, he wondered if he had any chance of convincing her to help him brew this potion. He also realized he needed to come up with a good lie about what he needed the potion for. Suddenly, he spotted her standing near the large box in the corner opposite the giant hourglasses that held the house points. Lily? James asked tentatively.

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She looked around, her dark red hair rippling. As soon as she saw it was James, her emerald green eyes narrowed suspiciously. James saw that she was putting letters through a slot in the box. Can I help you? she asked curtly. Iwhat are you doing? James asked before he could stop himself. This is where people with families like mine send post the Muggle way, she answered, dropping the last letter in. My sister was very disturbed by the last owl I sent them, so I decided to send my letters home this way from now on. See you in class. She picked up her bag and turned to go. James realized she must have thought that was all he wanted to ask her, and spoke quickly. Wait, I never got to thank you for what you did for me when I got hit by the willow. Lily paused and turned around to face him. She was blushing suddenly. Youre welcome what were you doing when that tree hit you? Did you hear us coming? No, James lied. I was just trying to get a better look at the lake. Lily did not look convinced. Lily, James started, desperate to change the subject, I was actually wondering if you could help me with something. Lilys emerald green eyes narrowed again. James knew there was little chance of her helping, but it was worth a shot. I was wondering if you could help me brew a shrinking potion. Lilys eyes relaxed. She now looked quite curious. Why do you need a shrinking potion? she asked, raising her eyebrows. I James began, starting to panic. He hadnt thought of a good lie yet. Her sparkling green eyes were intense with curiosity. I was going to lie to you, but I really cant, he said before he could stop himself. You just need to trust me that this is really important, and it needs to stay secret from everyone, even the teachers. Lily looked torn.

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Please? James pleaded. He was beginning to feel stupid for not having made up some brilliant lie. Then, Lily smiled. All right, Ill help you, she said. But Ill only help you under one condition. James couldnt believe his luck. Whats that? He asked, unable to hide his grateful grin. You and your friends leave Severus alone until the potions finished. Deal, he replied. Ill take a look at the potion, and we can figure out what we need and how long the thing takes. I cant start it until this weekend, though. Ill see you in class! James didnt absorb much of what she said. All he knew was that Lily was going to help him, and as far as he was concerned, there was nothing on earth that could make him feel happier.

What!? Sirius cried indignantly in Transfiguration, a few minutes later. James had just told him about the deal with Lily. Look, if you ever want to find the second piece, youre just going to have to leave him alone for a few days, okay? James shot back, as he transformed his spoon into a yellow tulip. Sirius scowled and put his head on his arms, shooting the dirtiest look he could muster at the back of Severuss greasy head, as if he hoped it would burn a hole through it. Remus looked up from his spoon, which was beginning to sprout petals. Sirius, at least were getting the potion. Yeah, but you know hes going to try and hex us, and now we cant do anything about it! Sirius replied. He turned out to be right. Severus tripped him as he went to put his tulip on Professor McGonagalls desk at the end of class, and shot an itching spell right at Jamess rear end as they were exiting the classroom. It took all the strength they could muster not to seek revenge on him. By Charms class though, for some strange reason, he apparently decided to lay off.

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Lily caught up with them at lunch. James let her know that Sirius, Remus and Peter were in on the plan. Im sorry Severus was being horrible to you during Transfiguration. I told him to leave you alone, Lily said, pulling out her potions textbook. James began to feel bubbly and elated again, and from the looks on Sirius Remus and Peters faces, it was starting to show. He tried to wipe the dumb grin off his face. Anyway, she continued, I looked at this shrinking potion of yours, and it looks like it should take about two or three days to brew. The ingredients are already in our potions kit, except for Shrivelfig. I can probably talk to Professor Slughorn and get us some, though. Where are we brewing this? James hadnt considered this. How about in the Common Room? I wouldnt drink something left in the Gryffindor Common Room overnight if you paid me! Sirius laughed. Hes got a point, Lily agreed, though she clearly disliked Sirius. Why dont we brew it in your dormitory? Frank wont do anything to it. That sounds like a plan to me, Remus said. I agree! squeaked Peter. All right, Lily said. Well start on Saturday morning.

James found himself looking forward to Saturday all week, but time crawled painfully slowly. He, at least, was able to cope with the deal not to harass Severus. Sirius was having a much more difficult time ignoring him. Severus seemed determined to get away with as much as he could without Lily noticing, and took every opportunity to insult, trip and curse Sirius. James began to worry that Sirius would crack, and Lily would call off the deal, but by some mysterious force that James could only assume was magic (or Remus threatening to take away his wand), he kept his head. Finally, Saturday arrived. That morning, Lily boiled a cauldron full of water over a handful of blue flames that James conjured in the boys dormitory.

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All right, James, chop the daisy roots, but make sure theyre even, she said, slicing caterpillars and dropping them into the mixture. Dont any of you put anything into the cauldron until I see it. Sirius looked up from the leech juice he was measuring. This is disgusting. Too bad, if you want your potion this is what you have to do for it, she said loftily. Remus how is that Shrivelfig coming? Remus looked up from the pile of Shrivelfigs he was peeling. Swimmingly. And you Peter? She turned around to face Peter, whose face was shining with sweat as he pulverized a pile of what looked like bogeys. What exactly is this? he asked tentatively. Those are rat spleens, she replied. Peter went pale. Lily seated herself next to James and began helping him chop daisy roots. James, I would really like to know what youre using this potion for. James had known this was coming. Lily I told you, we cant tell you. She stayed silent for a few moments, and the only sounds in the tense silence were the chopping of knives on cutting boards and the squishing of rat spleens. I just dont understand why its so important, she continued. Why cant you tell the teachers? Are you using this to cheat on exams? Or do something illegal? James was taken aback. No, Lily I promise were not doing anything like that. As soon as its all over, well tell you. Sirius raised his eyebrows over the leech juice. Lily still looked suspicious, but dropped the subject for the rest of the day. By late afternoon, they had finished most of the potion. They left it to simmer overnight, telling Frank that it was a potion to help Peter relax for the coming end of term exams. James wasnt sure if he was more excited about finding the second piece of the scepter or having all of this time with Lily. The next day, there was little to do but add

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the shrunken ogleroots and tarromin leaves, so Sirius, Remus and Peter went down to the Common Room to work on their astronomy homework while Lily and James finished the potion. Lily? James asked tentatively. It was slightly awkward being alone with her in the dormitory. She brushed her dark red hair out of her face. Yes? Why did you decide to help us? Did you do it so we would leave Severus alone? Yes, and no, she said quietly, tearing the tarromin leaves and dropping them into the cauldron. I said yes because because well I was curious to see if we could actually brew this, she finished, though James got the distinct impression she wasnt telling the truth. Where did you meet him? James asked. He grew up near me. He knew I was a witch before I understood what my powers meant. Im Muggle born, so I didnt know anything about it. He was the first person to really welcome me to all of this. James, secretly wishing Severus had grown up a hundred miles away from Lily, dropped his ogleroots into the mixture, and it turned purplish grey. Perfect! Lily said as she got to her feet. She carefully stirred the mixture counter clockwise thirteen times, and clockwise seven. The potion turned milky white, and she bottled it in two flasks. Two bottles of shrinking potion. If you drink the whole bottle, youll end up about an half an inch tall. Any dose of it will last about an hour. James felt like there was still more he wanted to talk to her about, but didnt know what to say. Thanks Lily, we really couldnt have done it without you. Lily was about to speak, but just then Gwens voice rang out in the hallway. Lily? Lily, are you up here? Yes! Lily called, handing the bottles to James. Were in here. What is it? Gwen appeared in the doorway, looking annoyed.

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That Slytherin boy is out in the corridor asking for you. Why on earth did you tell him where our Common Room is? Lily looked slightly angry. I didnt! she said, gathering up her things. She turned back to James. Im sorry, Ill see you later, James. With that, she hurried out of the dormitory, her long red hair dancing behind her. James listened to her and Gwens retreating footsteps and was assaulted by a sudden urge to follow and eavesdrop on her conversation. Making his decision, he quickly stowed the bottles of potion in his trunk and followed. In the Common Room, Sirius, Remus and Peter waved him over to where they were sitting around a mess of star charts by the book shelves in the corner, but James shook his head. He hoped with all his might that they would stay where they were. Because it was a Hogsmeade weekend, there was hardly anyone else in the tower. When he got to the portrait hole, he was delighted to see that Lily had left the painting of the Fat Lady open ajar. James picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet and seated himself in an armchair nearby, pretending to read while straining to hear the conversation a few feet away. Lily sounded exasperated. I told you Sev! He was helping me with my transfiguration! I know you saw how fast he turned his spoon in to a tulip. When I left, mine didnt even have petals! All weekend? Severus said angrily. Look at me Lily. Look at me! There was a tense moment of silence before Severus spoke again. I know youre lying to me. Youre up to something with him why wont you just tell me? I thought I was your best friend. What happened to always? There is nothing going on between us, Lily said heatedly. She sighed. You know Im still your best friend, always, but I have other friends now, too. There was a quiet pause. Severus spoke again in a small, sad voice. I just This isnt how I pictured it. I always thought you would be a Slytherin with me. I am who I am, Sev, Lily said. How could I be anything else? Im where I belong. With Potter, in other words, Severus muttered.

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I told you theres noth Hes an arrogant toe-rag! Severus spat. He was suddenly fuming. I see him and his little friends, especially Black, making Mudblood jokes and comments about you all the time! James felt himself go numb with anger at these lies. Severus had apparently struck a nerve with Lily. He said that? she whispered. You heard me, Severus replied. James couldnt take it anymore. He threw the Prophet down on the floor and swung open the portrait hole. You filthy liar! he cried. Lily was in tears, and Severus stood before her, staring at him with surprise and loathing. His hand dove for his wand. James raised his. He couldnt stop himself. Hearing Lily cry awoke some primal instinct inside him. All he wanted at that moment was to harm Severus as badly as he could, but Severus managed to curse him first. Vultus iniuria! James staggered backwards, as if an invisible hand had punched him directly in the face. He tasted blood. James realized he didnt know anywhere near as many curses as Severus did. He did the first thing he could think of. Dropping his wand on the floor, he lunged at Severus, beating him as hard as he could. Lilys crying turned to screaming. Stop it! STOP IT! JAMES GET OFF HIM! James threw Severus on the floor and stepped back, trembling. Hes lying Lily! James shouted, his chest heaving with anger. I know he is, Lily said wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Severus, get out of here. Now. Severus, whose eye was beginning to blacken, looked bewildered. I said now! Lily bawled, her emerald eyes brimming over with tears again. Severus stood and shot one look at James, his dark eyes burning with malice, before sweeping away down the corridor, with his black robes billowing behind him. James turned to Lily.

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Im sor How dare you eavesdrop on us! Lily interrupted angrily. I should never have helped you... I knew once I and youand She looked hurt, frustrated and enraged all at once. I really dont want to see or speak to either of you right now. Leave me alone! With that she sniffed loudly and shoved past James back into the Common Room. James stood rooted to the spot, staring dumbly at the crack behind the portrait through which Lily had just disappeared. It took him a few moments to come back to his senses, before he realized he was standing out in the corridor by himself. Wiping his bleeding lip on his robe sleeve and feeling utterly defeated, James started back through the portrait hole. Dont forget to pick up your wand, said the Fat Lady.

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Chapter 10 The Obsidian Altar

Lily was still not speaking to James on Monday. The one thing that made this bearable was the fact that she was still not speaking to Severus, either. With end of term exams that week and loads of studying that they had procrastinated on, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter decided to put off finding Salazars piece of the scepter until the holidays. Though Remus and Peter were leaving, they agreed it would be better to wait anyway, as many teachers would be going home, and the chances of getting caught would be significantly lower. After their last exam, Defense Against the Dark Arts, the boys sat down to enjoy one last feast together before the students going home for the holidays left for Hogsmeade. I couldnt remember, is the Aparecium charm performed with a swish, a flick, or a jab? Peter asked nervously, fumbling with the gravy boat. Peter, you do the Aparecium charm every time we look at Petries map! Remus laughed, helping himself to a generous portion of mashed potatoes. Oh, yeah Peter said, flushing slightly. James sat back, admiring the Great Hall. Holly and ivy hung from all of the torch brackets, and candy canes floated among the candles that lit the tables from above. Bright red poinsettias lined the staff table at the front of the room, behind which a gigantic Christmas tree twinkled, ornately decorated with spun glass orbs of every color and real fairy lights. Musical instruments, which James recognized from their charms lessons, were perched among the boughs, playing merry Christmas carols in perfect harmony. He recognized Remuss rude, flatulent trumpet up near the top of the tree. As he was gazing around the Hall, James spotted a woman he had never seen before standing in the doorway. She had light brown hair, and wore shabby grey robes with a tattered shawl over top. Jamess first impression was that she was a bag lady who had wandered in from the cold. She appeared exhausted, though friendly, and gazed around as if she were looking for someone. To Jamess surprise, her eyes fell on them,

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and she started walking briskly in their direction, her brown handbag swinging on her arm. Before he could say anything, she flung her arms around Remus. Surprise! Im here to bring you home! Remus spun around and paled. Mum!? Siriuss jaw dropped. James was equally confused. Despite her shabby robes, Mrs. Lupin did not appear to be sick at all. She looked around at James, Sirius and Peter. Remus, are these your friends you always talk so fondly about in your letters? Yeah This is Sirius, James, and Peter, he said, indicating each in turn. Mrs. Lupin beamed around at them. Remus is absolutely delighted to have met you boys. He tells me in every letter! You know, youre his first real friends. People like him have trouble making friends, you know. Remus looked positively mortified. Well Im glad to see youre feeling better, Mrs. Lupin, James said, trying to change the subject for Remus. Oh, please, call me Jane. And feeling better? Feeling better from what? She asked, looking down questioningly at her son, who looked ready to pass out. From your spattergroit, mum... My what? You know! Your spattergroit! Remus repeated. He gave her a significant glance. After a moment, an expression of comprehension crossed Mrs. Lupins face. Oh thats right! My spattergroit! I completely forgot. Just so many things on my mind lately, dont you know. Well all right Remus, are your things ready? Theyre up in the tower. Well wish your friends a happy Christmas and go get them! Ill meet you out in the Entrance Hall, I just need to thank Dumbledore for having you here. It was so nice to finally meet you boys! With that, Mrs. Lupin hurried away to the staff table. Remus seemed determined not to meet anyones gaze as he stood up. I guess Ill see you guys in January.

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He left the Hall without another word. What was that about? Sirius asked, helping himself to punch and cake. James was watching Mrs. Lupin speak to Dumbledore, though he couldnt hear what they were saying. I dont know but I dont think Im entirely convinced his mother was ever sick.

Later that evening, Peter left for Hogsmeade with a throng of other students. James and Sirius returned to the Common Room. There was only one other student left, a freckled fifth year with bright orange hair who introduced himself as Gavin Darley. James recognized him as a beater on the house Quidditch team. With no one else around, and the extravagant feast in their bellies, James and Sirius went to bed early. Curled up in his warm four-poster bed, James listened to the howling winter wind just beyond the windowpane nearby. He could almost imagine that winters daughter was singing to him in the strange language that she had spoken through him on Halloween. Deciding he would pay Eloise a visit soon, he drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

The next day dragged along slowly. James wasnt sure if it was because he was excited to find Slytherins piece of the scepter that evening, or because with everyone gone for the holidays, it seemed like there was nothing to do. During the morning, James and Sirius entertained themselves by playing a few rounds of Wizards chess, which neither was very good at. In the end, the little playing pieces got so angry with his and Siriuss poor skills that they stormed back into the box and would not allow either of them to reopen it. In the absence of anything better to do, James and Sirius decided to go downstairs to lunch. By early evening, they ran out of ideas for things to do, and lay down for nap in the empty, silent dormitory. James awoke with a start, and glanced down at his watch. It was already four in the morning. Sirius! he called, jumping out of bed and shaking him awake. Sirius opened his eyes sleepily.

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Huh? Sirius its four in the morning! We need to go get the piece! Oops I didnt know I was so tired. Neither did I, James said, slipping his feet into his trainers. Lets get going! The boys tucked their wands into their back pockets and retrieved the shrinking potions from Jamess trunk. As Sirius opened the portrait ajar to check the corridor, James felt a pang of guilt about eavesdropping on Lilys conversation a week earlier. I think its clear. Lets go, Sirius said, waving James forward. The two of them crept down the dark corridor with a sense of purpose. James wondered what they would find in Salazar Slytherins room. He had heard rumors of a place Slytherin built before leaving the school called the Chamber of Secrets, and the terrible monster that dwelled there. Wondering if they would be facing this monster, Jamess heart began to race. After the journey down seven flights of stairs, there was still no sign of any prefects or teachers. It seemed the decision to wait until the holidays was paying off. Are any of the teachers still here? Sirius asked, looking around suspiciously. Professor McGonagall is still here. And we saw Filch, at lunch. Remember? James replied. The dungeons were freezing, and dark as pitch. James and Sirius were forced to light their wands to see where they were going, with their breath issuing like ghosts in the wandlight. Finally, they came to the small potions storeroom next to Professor Slughorns office. Sirius tugged on the wrought iron handle, which was shaped like a serpent, but the door did not budge. Locked. Alohomora. James said, pointing his wand at the key hole. Nothing happened. Struck by an idea, James dropped to the floor. James what are you doing! Sirius hissed. James peered at the gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. We can get in under the door if we take the potion out here, he said, straightening back up again. He and Sirius uncorked the flasks, and looked down at the thick, white potion. Neither seemed to want to drink first.

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How about on three? James suggested, smiling nervously. Okay, Sirius said, smoothing his bangs out of his eyes. Right one two Do you have the map? Yeah its in my pocket. One Is the map going to shrink with us? I hope so. Are we doing this or not? Yeah James, are our clothes going to shrink too? Lets find out shall we? James said, getting exasperated. One, two three! James and Sirius gulped the potions down. James felt his throat constrict. For a moment, he thought he was going to suffocate. He felt like he was plunging downwards, though his body felt lighter and lighter as he fell. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited to hit the ground, but all at once, he stopped falling. Opening them, he saw Sirius standing next to him in the wandlight, looking much like he had just a minute earlier. It didnt work! Sirius said angrily, throwing his flask at the ground. James felt a sting of disappointment too, but then suddenly realized that his wandlight was no longer falling on the door handle that had been in front of them a moment earlier. Sirius James took a couple of steps forward, and held his wand high above his head. He could just make out a dark shape above, with enough space between it and the floor for James and Sirius to walk beneath. It was the bottom of a massive wooden door. It worked. The two of them stood there dumbly for a moment before James started forward. Sirius hurried to catch up. As they walked, everything seemed almost normal at first. It was only when they encountered a Knut the size of a dinner table that they were reminded of how small they were. Other odd objects came up in their path, including a newts eye as big as a beach ball and a vial bigger than a house, which James and Sirius had to navigate around carefully.

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The walk did not take anywhere near as long as James had anticipated. At half an inch tall, they could still cross the room in a reasonable amount of time. Finally, they reached the corner. James pulled Petries map out of his pocket. Aparecium. Look closer. Look closer. The map revealed the corner they were standing in. Like before, a sketched version of James appeared, and approached a door that had just appeared at the base of the massive stone wall. I think it should be to our left. Just there. James said, squinting in the darkness. I see it! Sirius said, pulling James with him. Lets go! By the tiny lights of their wands, a door, just their size, loomed out of the darkness, just barely visible between two stones that made up the wall of the storeroom. It was so well camouflaged, James thought, even knowing where it was he would never be able to find it again when he was normal sized. James pushed on the door, but nothing happened. There was no running or pushing through it either. They tried asking it all kinds of questions, but nothing worked. James consulted the map again, but the figure of himself merely stood by the door, gazing up at James and Sirius expectantly, as if waiting to be told what to do. What do we do? asked Sirius. James thought hard for a moment. Maybe we should play to our strengths. Motorcycles and Quidditch? No, what were best at in school, James said, tucking the map back in his robes. Siriuss eyes widened with comprehension. James, weve never transfigured something so big before. James grinned. Sirius, this door is about half an inch tall. Brilliant Sirius said, grinning back. What are we turning it into? Something we can get through McGonagall taught us how to transfigure between the four elements earth, wind, water and fire. Stone is of earth we can turn it into water. Wouldnt air be easier? Sirius asked, running his hands over the cold stone.

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Air is opposite earth in the spectrum, its easier to turn earth to water or fire than it is to turn it to air, James answered. He pointed his wand at the cold stone, and pictured its hard surface rippling like water. Terra cambiaqua. The stone melted away into a puddle of water, leaving a gaping hole in the wall. James led the way into the dark passage beyond. There was a low ledge on the wall on either side of them. Sirius shot a jet of fire out of the tip of his wand, and the ledges lit with flame, illuminating the long tunnel before them. The warmth given off from the fire was pleasant after the freezing cold of the dungeon. After a couple minutes, James and Sirius emerged at a balcony in a large room. The fiery ledge from the passageway continued into this space and branched into many rows, allowing firelight to illuminate jet black stone walls and floor. Too James surprise, the floor was moving. After his eyes adjusted, he realized what it was: thousands of black asps writhing together in a massive hissing knot below them. Merlins beard Sirius whispered. James followed his gaze below them, and spotted another altar, similar to Ravenclaws. It rose like an island from the tumultuous sea of serpents, and something dark upon its smooth, black surface was bathed in a golden glow. Well its obvious were not going to be able to stroll up to the altar like last time, Sirius laughed. I could levitate you across. James shook his head. No you couldnt. Remember when I levitated you out of bed before we went to Diagon Alley? You dropped because I couldnt hold you any longer. It takes years and years of practice to lift heavier objects like people. But Im half an inch tall! Sirius said indignantly. James shook his head. I dont want to risk it Could we transfigure the snakes? Sirius asked hopefully.

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Every one of them? James asked sharply. He looked down at his watch. We only have about forty five minutes before this potion wears off! They lapsed into silence while they thought. James eyes fell on the obsidian railing of the balcony beneath his pale hands. It was ornately carved with images that reminded him of the murals on the walls inside pyramids. None of the carvings looked helpful. Suddenly, James became aware of a faint scuffling noise emanating from the passage behind them. Sirius? he asked aloud. I hear it too, Sirius said, spinning around and squinting into the dimly lit tunnel. The scuffling grew louder and louder. A large shape loomed in the passage way. Luckily, it had not seen them yet. James and Sirius held their breath as the beast scuttled slowly toward them, and emerged into the light of the rows of flame. It was a rat, the size of an elephant compared to James and Sirius. The creature froze, its dark, glittering eyes resting on the two boys. Suddenly, it lunged directly at Sirius, its long, sharp incisors bared. AHHHHH! Sirius dove out of the way, right into James. The two fell to the floor as the rat slammed head first into the railing of the balcony. It reacted quickly, rolling over to face the boys again, who were only just staggering to their feet. Its blocking the exit, James! Sirius cried, pointing his trembling wand at the rat, which closed in closer and closer to them. I can see that! James shouted, looking around frantically for any way to escape. There was no way to get off of the balcony but to jump into the snake pit. Get on the railing and run to the other side! James climbed up onto the balcony railing, pulling Sirius up with him. Just then, the rat lunged again. James ducked out of the way, but behind him, Siriuss trainer slipped on the smooth obsidian railing. To Jamess horror, Sirius fell, pulling James along with him. James saw the writhing knot of asps rushing up to meet him as his limbs flailed through the empty air. Then, before he had time to scream, he landed on something hard,

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smooth, and invisible. The black snakes swarmed a few feet below, but did not appear to even see him. They were much larger now than they had originally appeared from above on the balcony. Sirius had landed right next to him, but James realized he was hanging off the edge of the invisible object, kicking hard, trying to pull himself up. One of the giant snakes was rearing back, fangs bared, about to strike at his dangling leg. SIRIUS! James dove forward on his stomach and grabbed Siriuss robes, hauling him up just as the snake struck, leaving one fang pierced the sole of Siriuss trainer. It began to melt around the puncture. Looking quite disgusted, Sirius yanked the shoe off and threw it into the pit, where it disappeared amongst the sea of snakes. After a moment, he rolled onto his back and, to James surprise, started laughing. What is so funny! James demanded, clambering to his feet. Oh nothing, Sirius said, still grinning. Its just that weve both lost a shoe to this scepter. James laughed too, flooding with relief from surviving the rats attack. Hey, where did the rat go? he asked, craning his neck to look back up at the balcony. Hopefully with us gone itll leave, Sirius answered, getting up. What did we land on? James looked down at their feet. I think its an invisible bridge. It probably leads to that. He pointed at the altar. It appeared to be about five hundred feet ahead. He had to remind himself that in reality, it was probably only just a couple feet away. Lets go, he said, starting towards it. The boys walked cautiously along the walkway, afraid they would fall off the edge at any moment. The asps below did not seem to even notice their presence. James figured they could not see up through the bridge. At last, they reached the altar, which like the walls and railings, was hewn from dark obsidian. Another piece of the scepter lay on its smooth black surface, bathed in a golden glow similar to the one in Ravenclaws temple of air.

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James took the empty potion flask out of his pocket and dropped it on the piece of the scepter. Nothing happened. He looked questioningly at Sirius, who shrugged back. Nothing? James asked. I guess Slytherin wasnt as careful as Ravenclaw was, Sirius said, reaching out and taking the piece of the scepter. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, out of nowhere, Sirius stumbled away from the altar, grasping onto Jamess robes. James wondered why for a moment, but then, to his surprise, he too stumbled back from the altar. To make matters worse, the asps below were taking notice of the boys above them, swarming and hissing, baring their long, sharp fangs. James became horribly aware of what was happening. Sirius the bridge is melting! RUN! James bolted, sprinting as fast as he could back towards the balcony. It wasnt until he was halfway back that he realized Sirius had fallen far behind, with his bare sock sliding on the invisible bridge as he tried to keep up. James was about to go back to help when he suddenly heard a strange new noise. It sounded like a thousand hissing voices, though James couldnt make out what they were saying. Sirius looked terrified. It slowly dawned on James that the noise was coming from the asps. As Sirius drew closer, the voices rose into a demonic crescendo, and James could hear snatches of their overlapping taunts as they snapped at Siriuss heels. closest to you will betray you, condemning you to suffer in despair for years and years always loved your brother more than you never marry you will die single. Young Sirius was slowing down. The asps words appeared to be wearing at him. Sirius, dont listen to them! James shouted, closing the distance between himself and Sirius in seconds. Throwing Siriuss arm over his shoulders, James ran as hard and as fast as he could back towards the balcony, feeling the bridge melting away beneath his trainers. He didnt have the slightest idea how to get them out of this, especially with the balcony so high out of reach, but he knew he had to do something. Soon, the asps were taunting him as well.

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prefers the Slytherin over you you and your friends will not live to see your enemy vanquished your child will never know you James was starting to feel weakened and tired. Just in time, they reached the base of the wall beneath the balcony. To Jamess relief, he saw footholds in the wall leading upwards. Sirius, climb! Sirius obeyed, climbing up and out of the way just in time so James could get a hold on it. The last of the invisible bridge melted, and they climbed upwards, away from the pit. The hissing voices slowly died away as they got higher and higher. Sirius finally reached the balcony, and helped James up onto it. How long do you think we still have? Sirius asked. Ten minutes. James answered, consulting his watch. Lets get out of here. Sirius said, tucking the piece of the scepter safely inside his robes. The boys turned to start down the corridor, only to find a massive shape blocking their way. The rat reared back on its hind legs, its razor sharp incisors bared. Not this again! Sirius cried, pressing himself up against the balcony railing. No! James said angrily, pulling his wand out of his pocket. He racked his brains to think of a spell to hit the rat with, but he couldnt come up with anything helpful. It didnt seem fair that Severus knew so many more curses and hexes than them. What was the hex that Severus had used on him the night he was eavesdropping? The rat was about to bear down on them. James raised his wand feebly, though it felt no better than if he were holding a stick. Suddenly, the words came back to him from that horrible night a few days before. Vultus iniuria! The rat recoiled in pain, and James took the window of opportunity to escape. Lets go! he cried, pulling Sirius by the arm past the rat and into the corridor. Soon, they burst through the other side into the storeroom, splashing through the puddle of water from the door. Is it still following us? Sirius panted, clutching at a stitch in his side.

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James strained to hear. Sure enough, he heard scurrying in the passageway, growing louder and louder. Yes, come on! The boys bolted again, in the direction that James could only hope was the door of the storeroom. They passed the massive bronze Knut, and soon, the bottom of the door came into view. James and Sirius ducked under it, and were slightly startled to see that mornings pale light was already beginning to illuminate the dungeon through the windows near the ceiling high above them. James glanced back beneath the door. Its still coming! Sirius looked panicked. Where do we go?! Anywhere! James cried. If we can just keep the rat away from us for another three minutes, well be big enough to stomp on the thing! They took off running again, just as the rat squeezed beneath the door after them. Jamess lungs were sore and his legs burned with fatigue. Siriuss breath was coming in ragged gasps. James knew they wouldnt be able to keep running for much longer. Soon, the base of the stairway came into view. James! Sirius panted. Dead end! They stopped at the base of the steps, much too high for them to scale, and turned in time to see the rat charging at them in the early morning light. Surely this was where it all ended, James thought. He could smell its putrid breath James grabbed hold of Sirius and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for death. Suddenly, he had the odd sensation that something massive passed above them, sending a breeze through their hair. Trembling from head to toe, they waited, but death did not come at least, to them. The rat screamed. It was a terrible, hair raising sound. James opened one of his eyes to one of the oddest things he had ever seen. A wall had suddenly appeared in front of them. Opening both of his eyes and releasing Sirius, he realized that the wall really wasnt a wall at all. It was covered with long, dustcolored hair.

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Just as James was about to touch it, it moved swiftly away from him. He staggered backwards into a wide-eyed Sirius, just as the massive face of a cat loomed into view above them. Her yellow lamp-like eyes gazed down at them serenely. In her mouth lay the rat, apparently her breakfast. Er thank you Mrs. Norris. James stammered. Unmistakably, the cat nodded and winked at James, before sweeping directly over them and back up the dungeon stairs. Sirius sank to the floor. Did we actually just live through that? James laughed, sitting down next to him. I think we just did. An odd rumbling began in Jamess stomach. By the look on Siriuss face, he was having the same sensation. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, he was flying upwards, feeling heavier and heavier. It was the first time that James ever became really aware of the mass of his body, the weight of his muscles on his bones. Before he knew it, they were full sized again, sitting at the base of the dungeon stairs. Sirius pulled the piece of the scepter out of his robes and held it out for James to see. James took the piece and turned it over in his hands. Sirius he said quietly. What do you make of those horrible things the snakes said to us? Sirius frowned. I dont know. Did you hear what they said to me? James nodded. I guess you heard what they said to me too. Do you think theyre telling the truth? Sirius stood and helped James to his feet. No, he said defiantly. You can choose what you want to believe, but Im not going to believe it. James smiled. Well said. Why dont we keep that part of this adventure to ourselves?

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I agree whole-heartedly, Sirius said, returning an understanding smile. James knew he sincerely meant it. As the two started back up the dungeon stairs, Sirius chuckled. Well, on the bright side, thatll probably be the last time a rat ever tries to kill you.

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Chapter 11 Hera

After stowing Slytherins piece of the scepter under the loose floorboard with Ravenclaws, James and Sirius consulted Petries map again. What happened next drew a gasp from both of them. There hundreds of blinking dots labeled Hufflepuffs Piece, and they were distributed all around the castle. Because they were still exhausted physically and emotionally from the strain of finding Slytherins piece of the scepter, they decided to wait to figure out what this meant until Remus and Peter were back. The next few days did not drag along as slowly as the first day of the holidays. Though they did not talk about it, a bond grew between James and Sirius, most likely owing to the fact that they had heard each others deepest, darkest fears verbalized in the dungeons just a few days before. Indeed they had decided not to believe any of these things, but James could not help but wonder for the first time if he would have children in the future, and if there was any possibility that the predictions made by the asps could be true. Christmas morning arrived at last. James awoke and pulled back the curtains of his four-poster bed to find himself gazing into a pair of large, dark, liquid eyes. It was a beautiful barred owl, whose cage was perched carefully atop a small pile of presents. Sirius, wake up! Its Christmas! he called, slipping his feet into a pair of slippers and hurrying around the edge of his bed to get a better look at the owl. She was flecked with soft brown and white feathers, vaguely reminding him of salt and pepper. Her eyes were shining, and she clicked her beak happily, as if to say good morning! to the bespectacled boy grinning at her through the bars of the cage. Sirius pulled the curtains of his four-poster back, yawning sleepily. He had a pile of presents too. Merry Christmas, mate, he said, climbing out of bed. His eyes fell on the owl. Wow who sent you the owl? There was a note placed on top of the cage.

Dear James,

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Merry Christmas! We wish you could be here to celebrate with us, but were happy for you that youve made so many new friends at Hogwarts. This owl came all the way from America just to be with you. Take good care of her a wizard can share a very close, special bond with his owl. We love you and miss you, and well see you in June!

Love, Mum and Dad

My mum and dad, James said, stroking her through the bars of the cage. She hooted contently. Carefully placing her cage on the floor beside him, James began to unwrap the other presents at the foot his bed. He received a small box of sugar quills from Peter, which he put aside. Though it was difficult to resist trying them, he knew he would need them for History of Magic. Remuss gift was a handsome dark blue candle. James turned it over in his fingers and could see flecks of silver in it, glittering in the morning light. Sirius gave James a book all about the Holyhead Harpies. It included a large fold out poster that James immediately put up on the wall behind his bed. The team, clad in dark green robes with golden talons across their chests, waved merrily to him as they zoomed about on their broomsticks, dodging bludgers and passing the quaffle. Once James finished opening his presents, he settled himself on the bed next to his new owls cage and watched Sirius open the rest of his. They knew I would love this, didnt they? Sirius said bitterly, holding up a gift from his parents, a dark green blanket with a silver serpent in the shape of an S embroidered on it. Maybe theyre hoping youll like it enough to transfer to Slytherin, James laughed. Right, Sirius said sarcastically, gathering up the blanket and stuffing it in the waste bin with a few other silver and green items from his parents. Next, Sirius unwrapped a candle from Remus similar to the one James received. His was dark violet.

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Whats it do? he asked, examining it carefully. Im not sure, James answered, picking his own up and turning it over in his hands. Well have to ask him when he gets back. Putting it aside, Sirius opened his last present, a small package labeled To young Master Sirius, From Kreacher. It was full of old, moldy biscuits, which he promptly dumped into the waste bin on top of the blanket from his parents. Well, that was a good haul, Sirius laughed, motioning back to the only presents he decided to keep the candle from Remus, a box of sugar quills from Peter, a small model of a motorcycle that performed stunts from James, and taffy along with a pair of rain boots with a powerful water repelling charm from his Uncle Alphard. While Sirius watched his motorcycle zoom around the dormitory floor, James let out his new owl. She hopped out onto the floor and stretched out her beautiful salt and pepper wings, looking grateful to be out of the cage. He knew right away that he adored her. What are you going to call her? Sirius asked through a mouthful of Uncle Alphards taffy. James had not considered this yet. The owl flew up onto the trunk in front of him, and he looked once again into her shining dark eyes. Were looking for the Bolt of Ages, James said thoughtfully. Zeus wife was Hera. Do you like the name Hera? he asked her. She hooted happily. Hera it is! James announced, grinning ear to ear. Hera, as if relishing in her new name, took off and soared around the rafters of the dormitory. We should probably take her up to the owlery, Sirius said. Pringle would not be happy if he knew we were letting her fly around in here. Right, James said, feeling disappointed that she couldnt live in the dormitory with him. The two of them stowed their gifts in their trunks and got dressed. Do you see where the motorcycle you gave me went? Sirius asked, looking around on the floor.

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James got down on his hands and knees to look under the beds. Though he didnt see any sign of the motorcycle, he spotted something else odd. It appeared one of his presents had somehow fallen off of his trunk and landed beneath the bed. He reached and pulled out the lumpy package. It felt like a blanket, but it was incredibly light. Wondering what on earth it was, he opened the note on top of the package.

James,

My father gave this to me on my first Christmas at Hogwarts. It has been handed down in our family for generations and generations. Please keep it safe and use it well. I wont tell you not to use it for rulebreaking, as I think that is as much a family tradition as it is to pass it down to you. I will, however, recommend that you try not to get caught. Merry Christmas!

Dad

Intrigued, James ripped open the wrapping paper. He pulled out a long, fluid, silvery gray cloth that flowed like water through his fingers. Hera, wanting to see what it was, landed on his arm. It cant be Dad never told me he had one of these! he whispered. Siriuss eyes were wide. James! Thats an invisibility cloak! Do you know how much thats worth? James threw the cloak over his free arm, and sure enough, it vanished. Hera gave a hoot of fright and took off, landing on top of one of the bed posts. James grinned. Sirius do you know how much easier this will make sneaking around the castle in the middle of the night? Sirius grinned back. How many of us can fit under there? he asked, running his hand over the smooth, fluid fabric. James tossed the cloak over both of them and they gazed into the mirror. It was an odd sensation not seeing themselves.

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I would guess we could fit three of us under here, said James, pulling the cloak off of them. He looked up to see Hera gazing at them curiously. Hera, do you want to meet the other Hogwarts owls? Hera clicked her beak and soared back down, landing lightly on James shoulder. She looked warily at the cloak in his hands. Dont worry, its not going to hurt you, he laughed, dropping the cloak onto his bed.

The owlery was located in the West Tower. It was very cold, as the windows did not have any glass in them. James began to wish he had brought a coat. High above, row after row of owls perched quietly above the straw laden floor. Most were sleeping, though a few glared down at the boys, annoyed to be disturbed so early in the morning. Hera gave Jamess ear one last affectionate nip before taking off and seating herself next to a sleeping barn owl. After one last look at her, James and Sirius went down to breakfast. The Christmas feast that evening was incredible. James and Sirius piled up their plates with roast turkey and honey glazed ham as a choir of living suits of armor sang Christmas Carols. Snow fell from the enchanted ceiling, and silver and gold ribbons were woven into the garlands and mistletoe. The tree behind the staff table twinkled even brighter than before, and at the top, a beautiful star glowed with what James guessed was real starlight. Dumbledore smiled in his direction. James couldnt help but notice that his eyes twinkled even more than the fairy lights. After the feast, they finally trooped back up the staircases to the Common Room, where they found Gavin seated before the fireplace, reading a book. As James and Sirius approached, he turned and smiled. Hey, Professor Turnbill was here looking for you. James and Sirius exchanged terrified glances. Neither of them had seen Professor Turnbill since Peter left. What did he want? James asked. Gavin shrugged. He just wanted to know where your room was.

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Sirius was about to say something angry to Gavin, but James pulled him away quickly. They ran up the flight of stairs to the dormitory. To their horror, their things had been spilled out of their trunks all over the floor. James felt his heart jump to his throat. My invisibility cape! he cried, searching all around. It was right here on my bed. He took it! Sirius looked aghast. James, Im so sorry Im not sorry, he said angrily, clenching his hands into fists. Im getting it back, and Im getting it back right now. James stormed out of the dormitory before Sirius could speak. He pushed the portrait open so forcefully that the Fat Lady screamed with fright. Running down the staircases two at a time, James fumed with rage. On the second floor, he marched up to Professor Turnbills office and pounded on the door. Professor Turnbill! he yelled angrily. Professor Turnbill, open the door! He heard no movement on the other side. He turned the doorknob, but it was locked. Alohomora would not work on it, and it was much too large for him to transfigure into anything. Fury boiled up inside him, and soon he was beating mercilessly on the door with his fists, screaming and yelling, though he knew Turnbill was not there. Potter, what on earth are you doing? James spun around to see Professor McGonagall, looking very concerned. James struggled to keep his voice level. Where is Professor Turnbill? Professor McGonagalls eyebrows pulled together. He went home for the holidays. He wont be back until January. James was dumbfounded. Hes not are you sure? Yes, Potter Im sure, she said sternly. Is this urgent? Is it something I can help you with?

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James thought for a moment about telling her what Turnbill had stolen. Surely she would want to know why he was searching their dormitory. If he told her, he knew the quest to find the scepter would come to a screeching halt. No, James muttered. Then I suggest you run along. The two of them walked quietly back to the staircases. Before she descended back to down her office on the first floor, the corners of Professor McGonagalls mouth twitched into a small smile. Its lucky I caught you, she said. Banging on a Professors door like that, any other teacher would have taken at least ten house points. James attempted to return the smile before retreating back up the stairs to the Common Room. As he walked gloomily down the seventh floor corridor, he saw two yellow lamp-like eyes gleaming towards him through the dark. Hello, Mrs. Norris, he said sadly. The dust colored cat stepped out of the shadows and purred soothingly, rubbing her cheek and body up against his ankle affectionately. James stooped down to her level and scratched her behind the ears. Though he did not know why, her presence made him feel better even though his invisibility cloak was gone. Thank you again, you really saved our skins down in the dungeons, he said, not entirely sure why he was talking to a cat. The cat nodded. Dodo you understand me? She nodded again. Do you understand everyone? The cat nodded a third time. James stared with wonder. Do many people know you understand them? he asked. She shook her head. Does anyone else know? Yes. Who?

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The cat rolled its eyes and stared back at James. Feeling dumb, he realized she couldnt speak, so she couldnt answer a question that didnt have yes or no for an answer. James thought for a moment. Does Filch know? Yes. Is Filch the only other person who knows? No. James stroked her soft fur. She purred again, and for a moment, James almost forgot why he had felt so forlorn. Just as he was wondering who else knew that she understood humans, a voice rang out behind them. Mrs. Norris? Where are you? A young man with wispy blonde hair and a long brown coat came huffing from the other side of the corridor. Though he was young, he walked like an old man. He was stopped and stared awkwardly, raising an old candlelight lantern, taking in the sight of James kneeling with his cat. What do you think youre doing! he spat angrily. Nothing! James said, standing up abruptly. Its just I never knew that Mrs. Norris hissed suddenly. James had the distinct feeling it was her way of telling him not to let Filch know that he knew her secret. I never knew that cats could have such bright, yellow eyes, he finished. It was a stupid lie, but Filch bought it. If I see you harassing my cat, I will have you hanging by your toes in the dungeon! he spat, scooping up Mrs. Norris in his arms, who rolled her glowing eyes. He stalked off into the dark corridor, leaving James alone. Remembering his stolen cloak, he returned in brooding silence to the Common Room. Sirius was waiting for him in the dormitory. Much to Siriuss confusion, James filled him in about Turnbill being supposedly home for the holidays. Have you checked on the map and the pieces of the scepter? James asked eagerly. Did he find them? Sirius shook his head. I havent looked.

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James dug in his school bag and found the map, which had been folded up carefully in his transfiguration textbook. Sirius crossed the room and lifted the loose floorboard. They both breathed a sigh of relief. The two dark fragments were still safely stowed there. James sank down on his bed as Sirius fitted the floorboard back in place. I cant believe he took the cloak. Well, Im not surprised that he took it, said Sirius, coming over to slouch down next to him. Theyre really rare and theyre worth a lot. If he doesnt sell it, hell probably use it to spy on us. Great, James said gloomily. Sirius suddenly sat bolt upright. James he whispered. You dont think he could be here? Right now? James went numb. They had just exposed the map and the pieces of the scepter. There was a scuffling noise in the corner. Suddenly, the loose floorboard squeaked loudly, like it did every time James and his friends entered or exited the room.

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Chapter 12 Kreachers and Snares

There was nothing they could do to stop the intruder. Before they could even think to react, the person beneath the cloak was gone. What do we do now? Sirius asked, rushing back to the floorboard and removing the two pieces of the scepter. James was still frozen. How could Turnbill do this? How could he sneak into their dormitory and steal Jamess cloak, and then have the gall to teach them again in January? James? James! He shook himself back to reality. We need to get the pieces out of here, James said steadily. Where? Away from Hogwarts, he answered, taking the two pieces from Sirius. My parents place, maybe. What are you going to do, mail it? said Sirius sarcastically. Hera would never be able to carry it. We need these pieces out of here now. James looked skeptical. How? Sirius frowned in thought. After a moment, a handsome grin crossed his face. I have an idea. He walked to the center of the room. Kreacher! he called in a loud, clear voice. Crack. Someone, or something, suddenly appeared in the dormitory right in front of Sirius. It was a house elf, James realized. He was intrigued. He had never seen one for himself. Kreacher was a wretched, gangly thing. Adorned in only a loincloth around his middle, he had copious amounts of dark hair growing out of his large, flappy ears. His watery, bloodshot eyes narrowed on either side of his long snout of his fleshy nose as he bowed grudgingly, speaking in a deep voice that reminded James of an old bullfrog.

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Master called for Kreacher? Sirius looked down his nose at the little elf bowing in front of him with disgust. Yes. Kreacher, take these two things back to number twelve Grimmauld Place. Hide them somewhere no one but you can find them. Sirius grabbed Petries diary from his school bag and also thrust it into the little elfs hands. This too. You will not let anyone see them, and you will not tell anyone about them, or that you came here and saw us. Do you understand? Kreacher nodded and took the two pieces from James. As he trudged back to Sirius, he muttered quietly under his breath. Mistresss blood traitor son calls Kreacher all the way to Hogwarts only to send him right home again... With another gangly bow and Crack, Kreacher was gone. Sirius, are you sure we can trust him? James asked, staring with wonder at the spot where the elf had just disapparated. Sirius laughed. With house elves, its not a matter of trusting, its a matter of giving the right orders. The magic of their kind enslaves them with the duty to follow exactly what their masters tell them to do, word for word. They dont have a choice. James stooped and began cleaning up the contents of his trunk, which were still littered about on the floor. Sirius knelt to help. Well, Turnbill having an invisibility cloak certainly puts a damper on our plans, said James bitterly, picking up the candle from Remus and wrapping it in a pair of socks. We need Remus and Peter to come back, Sirius mumbled.

The rest of the holidays were miserable, but seeing Hera helped James not to feel so hopelessly defeated. He began to visit her often, and they took many long walks together on the Hogwarts grounds, skirting the lake or the Forbidden Forest in a mutual silence that both found peaceful. New Years came and went, and finally, Remus and Peter returned. As happy as James and Sirius were to have them back, there was nothing any of them could agree to

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do about their precarious situation with Turnbill. Before they knew it, it was time for classes to begin again. The Great Hall was full of early morning light when James and his friends sat down to breakfast. Like they had so many times for the past couple of days, they found themselves debating over what to do about Turnbill and the scepter. I told you, James whispered forcefully. He was ordered to fall back and let us get the pieces. If we stop, hes been instructed to silence us! We need to keep going! Remus frowned and stared around nervously. James, he could be following us and listening to us at any time now! This is too dangerous! Sirius slammed his glass down on the table. Remus, if you havent noticed, this has been dangerous since we got ourselves involved back in September! James is right! We have to do something, or at least appear like we are. What do we do about the map? squeaked peter. None of us know what it means! James was about to reply when he spotted Turnbill. He entered the Hall, smiling amicably and waving happily to a few students as he strode towards the staff table. James was out of his seat before his friends could stop him. Professor! James shouted, trying to keep his voice level. Turnbill wheeled around, and smiled to see James. Hello there, James. How was your holiday? His face fell when he saw the look on Jamess face. Whats wrong? Whats wrong!? James seethed. I want my cloak back. I want it back now. Turnbill looked politely confused. Your cloak? What cloak? The cloak you took from me on Christmas! James shouted, not caring that all of the students nearby turned to stare. James, I dont know what youre talking about, Turnbill said, looking extremely concerned. I was at home with my family on Christmas, you can ask anyone. Im sorry,

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I wish I could help, but theres been some kind of misunderstanding here. Ill see you in class. He left James standing there dumbstruck. Sirius appeared at his side and dragged him back to their table. James, why did you just do that! I I dont know James stammered, staring up towards the staff table in a confused daze. Sirius I dont think it was him. Remus frowned. But Gavin said it was him. Gavin could be wrong, James said, feeling the clouds lifting. Suddenly things were beginning to make sense. Or Or what? Remus asked, looking slightly incredulous. James turned and faced them, his eyes intense. Maybe someones making Polyjuice Potion. Sirius and Remus gasped, but Peter looked confused. Polyjuice potion? he asked timidly. Sirius answered for James. Polyjuice potion can transform the maker to appear exactly like someone else of their choosing. Im related to the guy who invented it. Hes my great great great great grandfather or something like that. That would explain why Turnbill is so moody sometimes, said Peter, dragging his fork through the syrup on his plate. Remus frowned as he stared up at the staff table. Polyjuice potion needs to be renewed every hour, and to make it, you need an ingredient from the person youre changing into. Its usually hair. How often have we seen the Turnbill that spies on us? James asked. Sirius thought hard. Maybe three or four times a week. For a few months of spying, thats a lot of hair.

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Yeah, Remus agreed. But he doesnt look like hes missing much, and he would probably notice if someone was yanking it out all the time. Besides, James, you told us you heard Turnbill talking to Abraxas Malfoy. It has to be him... James couldnt deny that Malfoy used Turnbills name. Maybe whoever is using the polyjuice potion is also fooling Voldemort, he said. Sirius snorted. Fool Voldemort? James, I dont think anyone can just fool Voldemort. What about the Imperius spell? Peter suggested. There would be no need for Malfoy to give Turnbill directions if it was just an imperius spell, James said, shaking his head. That and imperiused people dont look or act quite right. Even though he looks like hes in a pretty bad mood, Turnbill looks relatively normal when hes following us around. It has to be Polyjuice Potion! Either that or hes really just a Death Eater! Remus hissed. The arguments were becoming more and more complicated. In the end, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were simply convinced that Turnbill was serving Voldemort on his own accord. James remained with the strange feeling that Turnbill was telling the truth, and there was something deeper, darker, and more sinister at work.

January passed quickly into February. James and the others never saw Turnbill spying on them in the corridors again. It was very unsettling, and every time he thought about it, James experienced a pang of guilt for not writing home to tell his father that the cloak was stolen. He decided to wait until the end of the year, when he hoped he would have the scepter, and the power to get the cloak back himself. One day in March, James was sucking on the last of the sugar quills given to him by Peter as he half listened to Professor Dearborns boring lecture on light fearing plants. Jamess mind wandered to the scepter. Though they had pored over the map every evening, no one had any idea which blinking dot was Hufflepuffs real room. What could all of the dots mean? Could there be many ways to get in? Beside him, Sirius looked painfully bored. With his elbow on the table, he leaned his head absently in his hand as he scribbled a drawing of a plant strangling Severus on an extra piece of parchment. James had to bite his tongue not to laugh at it. Peter

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appeared to be asleep beside Remus, who, as if wanting to set an example for the other three, was attempting to pay attention and take notes, but his eyes were glazing over. Devils Snare, is deadly fun, but it will sulk out in the sun, Dearborn recited as he walked past their table. He hovered for a moment over James and Sirius. What is this, Black? he asked, taking away the parchment Sirius was drawing on before he could hide it. Oh its its Sirius stammered, looking quite shocked to be so abruptly shaken from his stupor. This, Dearborn said, raising Siriuss drawing to show the rest of the class, is a perfect drawing of what Devils Snare will do to you, should you forget this rhyme. Severus, at seeing the drawing, clenched his hands into white fists and glared over at Sirius. It appeared a few other students recognized him as the victim in the drawing too, for they giggled and a few even pointed at him. Lily, sitting between Gwen and Mary on the other side of the room, didnt look amused. Professor Dearborn handed the drawing back to Sirius. It was clear he was oblivious that another student in the classroom was the subject of the drawing. This is a drawing that Helga Hufflepuff herself would have applauded. She was a great collector of art, you know. Most of the paintings now hanging in Hogwarts were from her personal collection. Sirius beamed, but James felt like a bolt of electricity had just surged through his body. Helga Hufflepuff all of the blinking dots could they be paintings? He forced himself to listen patiently to the rest of the lesson before telling the others as they walked back up to the castle for lunch. Well, it should be easy to check, Remus said. Get out your map, and well have a walk around. With James leading the way, they walked the first and second floors, checking every painting they saw with the map. Each and every one matched up perfectly with a blinking dot. After James corroborated that the map had a blinking dot for the thirtieth painting, a small group of hippogriffs around a table playing poker, Sirius finally asked the question that James surprisingly hadnt considered yet. How do we get into the room?

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James strained to remember what he was doing when he last saw the figures of himself in the map. He realized all he had done was think only about getting in the room. Concentrating hard, he was pleased to see the figure of himself appear again. A speech bubble appeared next to it, containing an odd incantation. Osti James no! Remus shouted, clapping his hand over Jamess mouth. What if Turnbill is here? James felt exasperated. You mean Voldemorts Spy? James all the evidence says its Turnbill! Remus said angrily. Sirius and Peter shrugged and nodded apologetically in agreement. There was no convincing the others. With their stomachs growling, the four of them retreated to the dungeons for potions. That evening at dinner, they ate heartily to make up for their missed lunches. Why cant we just get the piece? Sirius said to Remus, playing with his spoon in his beef stew. We could be getting spied on, Remus said miserably. Its probably not a good idea to let him know where all the rooms are, and how many pieces we have, Well what are we going to do? Sirius shot back. Are we just going to sit around and hope Turnbill feels bad for us and gives us back the cloak? James said he would probably kill us if we stopped looking! Its NOT Turnbill! James said for what felt like the thousandth time. The others glanced sideways at each other skeptically. Remus changed the subject. We should probably do Professor Dearborns essay. Homework? Youre more concerned about homework than this? Sirius laughed. Well yes its due the day after tomorrow, Remus said, pushing his plate aside. We need to get it done before we can run off looking for scepter pieces. Im going to the library. If any of you want to join me, youre welcome to. With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and left. Deciding Remus was right about needing to get the essay done, the others gathered up their things and followed.

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There was hardly anyone else in the library that night. After writing a short, sloppy essay about herbs that grow only in moonlight, James pushed his work aside. With his mind bent on finding a way to get Hufflepuffs piece without being spied upon by someone in an invisibility cloak, it was impossible to concentrate on his school work much longer. Sirius, Remus and Peter werent done with their essays yet. Picking up the book he used in his essay, Shedding Light on Plants and Creatures Influenced by the Moon, he trudged back to the Herbology section and jammed it back into its place. He turned to go, but was distracted by another section of books in that row. Invisibility. James knelt, noticing that there were only three books in the section. Glancing through the indexes of each, he looked up any pages mentioning invisibility cloaks, hoping to find some way to see through them. There was nothing useful. Reaching to replace the last book, he felt a very odd sensation on the back of his hand. It had brushed something on the shelf, but there was nothing there. Groping in the space for it, he found something solid, but ironically, invisible. James did the only spell he knew that could reveal hidden information. Aparecium. A small white book appeared in his hand, titled The Invisible Book of Invisibility. Opening it and peering at the front cover, he saw that no students had borrowed it yet, most likely owing to the fact that no one knew it was there. There was an entire chapter on invisibility cloaks. His heart pounding, he scanned the section headings. He found just what he was looking for.

Evading Spies With Invisibility Cloaks

Due to the rarity of invisibility cloaks, it is unlikely that this is a problem many readers will experience. In the unlikely event that the witch or wizard fears being spied upon by an enemy with an invisibility cloak, there is only one method known to wizards of seeing through them. A blind Japanese wizard known as Shiryoku invented a method of

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enchanting glass eyes to see through any substance the user desires, including invisibility cloaks. There are only 5 of these eyes in the world, however, as Shiryoku died without passing his secret on. Without one of the glass eyes of Shiryoku, the only known way for wizards to protect themselves from invisible intruders is to keep a companion animal with the ability to see through these cloaks. Of all the known beasts in the Wizarding World, there is only one such animal. A cat with yellow eyes can see through invisibility cloaks, but it can not warn its keeper. A hybrid, bred from a Kneazle and domestic house cat, is able to both see through invisibility cloaks and understand human speech if it has yellow eyes. While very useful, it is also very difficult to breed such cats. One Kneazle breeder, Anatelia Figg of Surrey, attempted to breed one of these hybrids for twenty years before she experienced success.

The book slipped to the floor from Jamess numb hands and vanished again.

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Chapter 13 The Pendant of Bast

James tried to read his watch as he dashed down the corridor. He still had fifteen minutes before curfew. Dodging Peeves, who attempted to drop a pile of lunar charts on his head, James flew down four flights of stairs, skidding on his trainers in the entrance hall as he turned the corner into a small, dimly lit corridor. The caretakers office was a tiny, round room with a single oil lamp hanging from the crumbling ceiling. There were file cabinets with drawers bulging full of confiscated items and records of student wrongdoings lining the walls, and James couldnt help but notice the faint scent of fried fish. He was relieved to see that neither Pringle nor Filch were there. Mrs. Norris sat squarely in the center of the cluttered desk, cleaning herself. At seeing James, she perked up attentively, her yellow eyes bright with interest. James took a deep breath. Mrs. Norris? I was wondering if I could ask you something. The cat nodded. Can you see through invisibility cloaks? Mrs. Norris did not respond right away. She sat for a moment, surveying James carefully, as if deciding how she wanted to answer the question. Please Mrs. Norris this is very important, James pleaded, stealing a glance at his watch. He still had ten minutes. Mrs. Norris stood and stretched. James realized it must have been her way of politely dismissing him. He felt his heart drop with disappointment. Thanks, anyway. Im sorry I bothered you, he said sadly. Just as he was about to leave, Mrs. Norris crossed the desk and pointed with her paw at something on the desk. James looked closer, realizing it was an old copy of the Daily Prophet. She was pointing at an article beneath a picture of a handsome new broomstick.

Quidditch teams and broomstick enthusiasts eagerly wait for Universal Broomsticks release of the new ShootingStar model.

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James looked up, puzzled. You want to show me an article about the new ShootingStar broomstick? Mrs. Norris shook her head impatiently and pointed again. James realized she was pointing at one word in the article wait. Wait? James asked, surprised that the cat could also read. Mrs. Norris nodded eagerly. James did not understand. Wait for what? She stalked around the cluttered desk, scanning quickly over the other papers letters and magazines that littered the desk. Soon, she found another word to point at in a magazine called The Quibbler.

The Top Ten Ways to Attract a Miffleburger

Her paw rested just beneath the word ten. Waitten James recited to himself. Wait ten minutes? Mrs. Norris nodded triumphantly. Wait ten minutes where? Here? Now that James understood the system, it was much easier for the cat to point to words. Wait ten minutes outside common room, James read. Its curfew, Mrs. Norris. Pringle or Filch will catch me if I wait outside! Mrs. Norris shook her head and nodded towards the door. Feeling perplexed, James left the stuffy office. As he walked down the dark corridor, he looked back over his shoulder, wondering why she couldnt talk to him there instead. Wump. James walked directly into a lumpy, wheezing Filch, whose face contorted with recognition. You! he cried, pointing a crooked finger at James, looking quite demented. Have you been harassing my cat again? James was about to speak when Filchs mouth twisted into what James could only surmise was a grin. Its after hours you know.

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No its not, James said, showing him his watch. I still have five minutes. It looked like the cogs in Filchs brain were working furiously, trying to come up with some other crime to pin on James. Before he could speak again, James slipped away and bolted back up the staircases to the seventh floor. The Fat Lady snoozed rhythmically in her portrait, unaware of the boy pacing nervously in front of her. Jamess mind wandered to his last conversation with Lily, which had ended so disastrously right there almost three months ago. Before he knew it, five minutes passed. Then eight. Finally, ten minutes passed, and there was no sign of Mrs. Norris. Just as he was about to wake the Fat Lady to get back into the Common Room, James heard the barely audible sound of padding paws on stone. Mrs. Norris loomed out of the darkness, and before James could say a word, she tipped her head as if to say follow me, and took off back down the corridor. James, not knowing where she was leading him, hurried to follow. The cat bounded down one flight of stairs to the sixth floor and turned down a hall of classrooms. James had to run to keep up with her. At the end of the hall, she careened down a dark, narrow passage way. With his wand lit, James followed, finally catching up to find her waiting patiently in front of a large statue of two seated identical wizards, joined at the hip. One held an open book, the other an orb. Mrs. Norris climbed nimbly into the lap of the wizard with the orb and touched her paw to it. To the statues right, a painting of a quiet, rustic field split like a curtain to reveal a staircase down into darkness. Are we going down there? James asked nervously. Mrs. Norris nodded, and padded quickly down the stone steps. James followed cautiously, his lit wand out in front of him. The room at the bottom of the stairs was bare. Why would Mrs. Norris take him here? Just then, James noticed a gaping hole in the wall in the corner. Mrs. Norris disappeared into it. Dropping to his knees, he peered inside. He couldnt see a thing. Praying he wouldnt get stuck, he put his lit wand in his teeth and shimmied into the hole. Feeling claustrophobic, James army crawled through the darkness, trying to keep Mrs. Norriss scrawny, dust-colored tail in view.

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After what felt like an eternity, they finally emerged. Getting to his feet, James gasped at what he saw. The room was the size of a football field, and every inch of it was jammed full with treasure. There were gold bars the size of bricks stacked up in a glittering pyramid, chests brimming with coins and jewels, and gleaming mail and weapons that looked goblin wrought. A flock of solid gold peacocks with sapphire eyes and jeweled tails strutted about between the mountains of treasure and sparkling silver eagles soared around the ceiling. Mrs. Norris did not stop. She didnt even appear to be surprised by the glittering trove around them. She hurried through the room with purpose, zigzagging around jeweled gold goblets, diamond tiaras, and even a ruby the size of Jamess head. James followed as quickly as he could, trying not to disturb any piles for fear of starting an avalanche, when suddenly he froze. There was a girl standing twenty feet ahead of him. She brushed her long, red hair out of her emerald green eyes and beamed towards James, as if she had been waiting anxiously to see him. Nonsense. James thought. What would Lily be doing down here? Still, he approached her cautiously. As he drew nearer, he realized she was standing in a gigantic, gold framed mirror. Across its top, James read its inscription. It was in a language he did not understand.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

He turned his attention back to Lily. She stood silently, her soft eyes gazing deeply, intensely into his. She put her hand to the glass, as if trying to reach him, trying to touch him. James raised his hand to meet hers. She smiled. For reasons unknown to him, his thoughts were assaulted by words he hadnt considered for nearly two months. Your child will never know you. What did that have to do with Lily? He tried to push the thought from his mind, but he knew it would be back to plague him. Watching Lily gaze tenderly at him through the mirror, James realized he could have stood there for hours, even days. He probably would have, too, if Mrs. Norris hadnt have brushed up around his ankles, reminding him there was a reason they were

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there. Clearly, this mirror wasnt it. Forcing himself to tear his gaze from Lily, he followed Mrs. Norris, with the strange feeling that he should push the mirror from his mind. Finally, Mrs. Norris slowed to a stop at the feet of a statue of an Egyptian goddess with the face of a cat. Hewn from solid gold, she had to be at least thirty feet tall. James stared up at her in awe. Is this what you brought me here for? Mrs. Norris nodded upwards. There was a golden pendant around the statues neck. Do you want me to take the pendant? Mrs. Norris nodded a second time, her yellow eyes sparkling like amber. Taking a deep breath, James began to climb the statue. It was a laborious climb. His arms and legs began to burn and ache with fatigue, and his palms became dangerously sweaty. Fearing slipping and falling, he wondered how long it would take for help to find him in this long forgotten place. Finally, James reached the statues massive shoulder, which he straddled carefully. The pendant was solid gold, and shaped like a cats face. James tugged it from her neck, and was surprised at how light it was. Remembering his parents warnings never to trust strange magical objects, he resisted the temptation to put it on. Stuffing it in his robes, he slid quickly back to the ground. Mrs. Norris immediately turned on the spot and sprang back in the direction of the tunnel they entered from. James couldnt help but feel disappointed. He yearned for more time to examine the strange and wonderful objects all around him. Mrs. Norris had no patience for this, and seemed intent on leaving. She hissed back at him, as if to say hurry up. James followed her back through the maze of treasures and into the tunnel. Once they were safely up the stairs and in the corridor, Mrs. Norris stopped, pawing at Jamess robes. He removed the pendant and showed her. Do you want me to put it on?

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She nodded. James cautiously lifted the chain and dropped it over his head. He experienced an odd sensation, like every hair on his body was crackling with electricity. Suddenly, a cool, female voice spoke. It echoed through the empty corridor. It isnt ours to keep. James jumped, looking each way down the corridor for whoever had just spoken. Its me, silly. Down here. With surprise, he looked down at Mrs. Norris. Her lamp-like eyes were bright. Understanding dawned on James. Mrs. Norris does this pendant let me hear your thoughts? Yes, James. James was awestruck. What is it? Where did it come from? It was known to the Egyptians as the Pendant of Bast. Bast is the protector and patron goddess of cats. You saw her statue. I have known that room since I was a kitten, and I thought no one else knew its location. This fall I found it full of the objects you saw just moments ago. You can imagine my surprise, especially when I saw Bast, and the pendant around her neck. James examined the pendant carefully. Why havent you given this to Filch? Like I said, it is not ours to keep. I decided to keep it a secret from Argus because I knew he would have a difficult time letting it go. He loves me it would only hurt him in the end. When you came to me this evening, I had a feeling that this was important enough to borrow the pendant for a short time. James, you must understand, we need to give this pendant back when we are done with it. James was about to ask who it belonged to, but a distant memory from September stirred in his mind. Professor Turnbill had mentioned that Dumbledore was allowing him to store his treasure in the castle. Those things theyre Turnbills! he gasped. Yes, I believe they are. Dumbledore must have known about the room, and offered to let him keep his collection here when he began teaching in the fall.

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James suddenly remembered what he needed to talk to Mrs. Norris about in the first place. Mrs. Norris, can you see through invisibility cloaks? Yes, I can. James hesitated a moment before he continued. Bringing Mrs. Norris in to help them would expose everything they were doing, but they needed her. Without her help, they could do nothing. He brought his voice down to a whisper. Mrs. Norris have you heard of the Bolt of Ages? Mrs. Norris looked confused. She paused before continuing. No. James you must not go back into Edrians treasure room looking for it. Though we needed it, taking this pendant was stealing. We must not take anything else. James shook his head. Turnbill doesnt have it. He told Mrs. Norris everything. He felt slightly guilty, knowing that he was compromising everything that he, Sirius, Remus and Peter had worked for. If she told Filch, the entire game was over. Please, James finished. Dont tell anyone, or well never find the rest of the pieces. We need your help to make sure that Voldemorts spy doesnt follow us with my invisibility cloak. Mrs. Norris was silent for a moment. James got the impression she was thinking very hard. All right. Ill help you. Tomorrow night, just after curfew, Ill meet you and your friends outside of your Common Room again. Keep the pendant for now. Before James could thank her, she scampered away.

Back up in the Common Room, James found Sirius, Remus and Peter waiting anxiously around the fireplace. Where have you been?! demanded Sirius, rising from his chair. It reminded James so much of his mother that he had to stifle a laugh. Remus dropped his Prophet, which featured another glittering Dark Mark on the front page. They seemed to be a daily occurrence now.

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Im sorry I didnt tell you where I was going, James said, sinking down in the unoccupied chair beside Peter. I had to get downstairs before curfew. He filled them in on everything The Invisible Book of Invisibility, Mrs. Norriss ability to talk, read and see through invisibility cloaks, and Turnbills treasure room. He passed the Pendant of Bast around to each of them. Sirius peered down critically at it. Well I think you should keep it, he said bitterly. He took your cloak, you took his pendant. James was too exhausted to fight about the identity of their enemy. Remus bit his lip. James, he said quietly. Do you realize you just exposed all of our plans to Filchs best friend? Shes going to keep it a secret, James said. Besides, without her, its not like we would be getting anywhere anyway. No one could deny that. After some chatter about classes and Siriuss latest methods of harassing Severus, Peter nodded off to sleep in his chair. Remus declared it was time for bed, and they all trooped sleepily upstairs to the dormitory. James lay awake after everyone else had fallen asleep, brimming with excitement. By this time tomorrow, they would be three quarters of the way to becoming the masters and commanders of time.

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Chapter 14 Which Where

Fridays lessons crawled. James could hardly listen to any of his lectures, and judging by the nervous fidgets of his friends, Sirius, Remus and Peter were not taking in much either. After a silent dinner, where nobody felt much like eating, the four of them trooped back upstairs to the corner of the Common Room and debated in hushed voices over which painting to use to enter Hufflepuffs Room. The Fat Lady is RIGHT here, whispered Remus fiercely. That would be the safest way to get in. Remus, we dont want her knowing! Sirius hissed, glancing around the room furtively. She could tell anyone! Other students, teachers, Dumbledore! James nodded in agreement with Sirius. We should choose a painting without any people in it. It should probably be out of the eyesight of any paintings of people, too. Whats the closest one you can think of? They all sat in quiet contemplation before Peter spoke up. Have you been down in the dungeons past Slughorns classroom? James and Sirius exchanged knowing glances with one another. Id say James and I have, laughed Sirius. Then youll know theres a small corridor past Slughorns office, Peter said eagerly. Theres paintings of food down there. We could get in that way. Brilliant, said James. We leave five minutes after curfew. Mrs. Norris will meet us outside. After the last of the Gryffindors wandered sleepily up to the dormitories, the boys slipped out of the portrait hole. James clutched Petries map in his hand and listened to his heart beating steadily beneath the Pendant of Bast. It was strangely relaxing to feel its light weight against his chest. Mrs. Norris arrived five minutes after curfew. James knelt to speak to her, feeling slightly self conscious to be talking to a cat in front of his friends. Mrs. Norris, were going downstairs to the dungeons. If you see anyone under an invisibility cape, you know what to do.

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Mrs. Norris nodded. Taking a deep breath, James started down the silent corridor. Sirius trotted with purpose at his side, with Remus and Peter following on their heels. Mrs. Norris brought up the rear. The five cautiously descended the staircases to the first floor. Suddenly, as they were passing through the Entrance Hall, Mrs. Norriss voice rang out in the silence. James froze, forgetting that the others couldnt hear her, and Peter walked directly into him. Get in the alcove on the left. Dont move. Dont make a sound. James grabbed Sirius and Peter by the robes and pulled them roughly into a small alcove in the wall to their left, taking refuge behind a statue of a thickset man with an axe larger than Peter. Remus dove in after them. Whats going on?! he demanded. James clapped his hand over Remuss mouth. There was someone walking briskly towards them. Mrs. Norris spoke again, but this time, there was panic in her voice. He heard your friend! Run! Jamess body reacted before he could think. Follow me! he shouted, sprinting from the protection of the small alcove. The others took off after him, and they ran frantically back the way they came. The footsteps picked up to a run. Hes followi Peter started. I know! James interrupted, straining to hear how far behind the footsteps sounded. Suddenly, the pursuer called out, and to Jamess surprise, the voice not Turnbills, but a familiar condescending drawl. You! Stop! James, feeling confused, shot a glance back over his shoulder. Lucius Malfoy was chasing after them at top speed, his long, blonde hair flying behind him. Even from fifty feet away, he looked terrifying. Prefect! James hissed to the others. Its dark, but dont let him see who you are!

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They reached the staircases, panting and gasping for air. Lucius had fallen back, apparently beginning to get winded from the chase. Probably too used to being waited on by his house elf never had to run for anything in his life! laughed Sirius. James, starting to fear Lucius more than Voldemorts servant, was not in a laughing mood. To the Common Room! he panted, clutching at a stitch in his side. Hes a Slytherin he cant follow us in there. The ground beneath him suddenly moved, and he almost toppled over onto Remus. As if sensing the situation at hand, the staircase they were standing on had begun to revolve away from the Entrance Hall, stranding Lucius at its base. James and the others scrambled up onto the next flight as the first revolved back to where Lucius waited impatiently, looking livid. He climbed it faster than James anticipated he would, following them up floor after floor. Close to the top, the staircase revolved again, leaving them stranded on the sixth floor. No! moaned Sirius, looking longingly upwards. We only had one more floor to go! To Jamess horror, he heard an incantation hollered from below. Immobulus! James pulled Sirius out of the way just in time. The spell sailed through the air right where his head had been, striking a portrait on the wall. Its occupant, an old sleeping woman, froze in mid snore. Suddenly, James remembered another painting on the sixth floor. Follow me! he shouted, motioning to the others. He sprinted down the hallway of classrooms, straining to remember which corridor Mrs. Norris had taken him down the night before on their journey to Turnbills treasure room. Where are we going?! cried Remus. Peter was gasping for air at his side. Trust me, I know what Im doing! James shouted back, spotting the dark corridor he was looking for. Keep your wand lights off and stay silent!

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James led them into the darkness, walking briskly along the wall. He was painfully aware of the sounds of their shuffling feet on the stone floor. Moments later, Lucius arrogant voice rang out from the hallway of classrooms behind them. If you give up this useless chase now, I might be lenient with you. All of these corridors are dead ends. James frantically picked up the pace. This had to be the right corridor. Bump. James walked into a statue. Groping in the dark, he could feel that they were the identical twin wizards, conjoined at the hip. He had found what he was looking for. The painting had been on the right, James thought. He reached up and felt along the cold stone wall, and sure enough, he felt a heavy wooden frame. Unfolding the map, he pointed his wand at it and muttered the revealing charm as quietly as he could. Everyone get one hand on me, James whispered. Were going in! Going in?! cried Peter hysterically. Going in where?! Shh! Sirius hissed. It was too late. Lucius was coming right towards them. Any moment, he would turn the corner, and with a lit wand, see them entering the painting. James could not let that happen. Lighting his wand as fast as possible, he focused as hard as he could on getting into Hufflepuffs Room, and read the incantation that appeared next to his figure on Petries map. Ostioportum! Every inch of the canvas on the wall burned suddenly with blinding white light. Once he felt three hands grasping his robes, James lunged, suddenly aware of how high he had to leap to get through the painting. The painting met him halfway, pulling him and the others up into the air and through the frame. Thud. The first thing James became aware of was heat, the sound of buzzing bees, and the unexplainable smell of dry grass in his nostrils. It was absurdly bright. Staggering to his feet, his eyes adjusted to the brightness as he stuffed Petries map back into his pocket.

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They were standing in a wide open field, and judging by the temperature, it was midsummer. Though the heat was intense, a gentle breeze rippled over the long grass and through Jamess hair. There was something odd about the scene, James thought. It was a slightly fuzzy, as if his glasses had been knocked off. James reached his hand up to feel his glasses. They were still on. Then, it struck him. The painting was of a field. They were in the painting. James wheeled around. To one side, the scene faded into nothingness. To the other, he could see that the bright field faded into a dark, candlelit room. Where they had entered from, floating eerily in midair, was what appeared to be a giant window, the size of a wall. Its expanse was dark. Sirius, Remus and Peter got to their feet and looked around dazedly. Where are we? Sirius asked, massaging the elbow he landed on. Were in the painting, James whispered. We need to stay quiet. Lucius is out there, and we dont want him to see us in here. Just then, Lucius passed the window, his lit wand illuminating his very confused face. James breathed a sigh of relief. He hadnt seen where they went. They waited for a few more tense moments, until Lucius passed the window again going the other way, looking even more confused than he had moments before. Sirius started laughing, prompting James to hastily cover his mouth. After they were sure he was gone, Remus spoke. Where is the piece? he whispered. Where are we supposed to go? Sirius shrugged. We could find a painting of Hufflepuff and ask her. The others laughed, but Remus strode towards the edge of the field, where the scene faded into the dark room. Theres a painting of her in the Entrance Hall. We can walk through the paintings and find her down there. Suddenly, James realized that there was a small problem with their plan. Hang on, he said, theres no way were going to be able to keep this secret if we have to walk through everyones paintings. Remus bit his lip in thought as he started hiking towards the next room.

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Well just tell everyone that were from a new painting they just hung somewhere in the castle how about in the sixth floor corridor. Nobody ever goes back here. Just dont talk to anyone long enough that they could recognize you again. Good idea, James said, following Remus. The bright, sunny edge of the field melted into a dark, candlelit monastery, which, like the field, was slightly textured with brush strokes. A very old, bent, frail looking monk was seated at a large, dusty desk ahead of them. His hand shook as he copied a huge volume of text onto a piece of yellowing parchment. He turned to face them. Can I help you? Err yeah, James said, gazing sideways at the large window like frame in this painting. It was too dark to see anything outside. Where are we? Which where? the monk asked serenely. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter exchanged confused looks. Which where?... Sirius repeated. You know, which where. The location in the painting or the location of the painting? the monk replied, looking slightly perplexed that they did not understand the question. The location of the painting. James said quickly, not wanting to seem like they did not belong there. The monk replaced his quill in the ink bottle on his desk. This painting is located on the sixth floor, in what is currently the Muggle Studies classroom. How do we get down to the Entrance Hall? Remus asked. The monk peered more closely at them. Are you new here? Sirius cut in. Our painting was just hung in the corridor around the corner from the hall of classrooms. We would really like to get down to the Entrance Hall as quickly as possible. The monk beamed around at them.

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Welcome to Hogwarts! Im afraid I cant introduce you to everyone. Its so late, everyone is most likely asleep. I dont have many friends anyway not many folk come this way. Its all right, though. I have many texts to copy. He motioned to an enormous pile of books in the corner before he continued. The Entrance Hall is not difficult to find. Just keep going until you find a painting of Herpo the Foul, take the snowy meadow and keep going through paintings to your right. That will lead you down the stair cases. Once you reach a painting of Hogwarts Castle in fall, youll be in the Entrance Hall. Thank you, James said, leading the way into the next painting, a coastline with a lighthouse far off in the distance. It was almost surreal to hike through so many terrains within so little time. After they trudged through a strawberry field, past an enormous vase of Calla Lilies, and past a summer cottage covered in ivy, they arrived in a painting of a stinking, festering marsh. The mud was a sickly greenish brown color. Sirius froze. Uh, guys he said, his voice uncharacteristically steady. I think I know why no one goes back this way. James followed his gaze. Deeper in the painting, something was half slithering, half crawling through the bubbling filth of the swamp towards them. It was a creature unlike any James had ever encountered. Its black body was roughly the size of a large elephant, with a long, spiked tail at one end and nine dragon like heads at the other. Its eighteen pairs of green eyes rolled menacingly as the nine mouths yawned open, breathing dark green fumes that boiled through the air in a noxious cloud that rolled straight towards them. Its a hydra! screamed Sirius. Run! They bolted into the next painting, a tall, branching tree full of orange pixies. The pixies screamed and scattered as the hydra charged after James and the others like a rhino, splintering the tree in its attempt to snap at Peter, who was huffing and puffing in the rear. It followed them through a wide landscape of a desert and into a portrait of a witch with long white hair that slept right through the absurd racket. In the next painting, a group of knights with blue Ravenclaw insignias on their chests awoke with a start, screaming, yelling and brandishing their swords. They descended upon the hydra,

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hacking and slashing at it viciously. James stopped to watch the fight, but Remus and the others pulled him along with them. Come on James, we have to keep moving! Remus said forcefully, taking Jamess arm, though he looked fascinated with the battle as well. Not looking where they were going, the four of them toppled backwards and, to James surprise, into water. He broke the surface, gasping and sputtering for air as he treaded. To his relief, the others heads appeared above the water around him. They appeared to be floating in the open ocean in the middle of a thunder storm. Lightning flashed and thunder clapped, and sheets of pouring rain pelted mercilessly down on them. Far off in the distance, James could just barely make out the mast of a tall ship. Squinting ahead, James began to panic. Through curtains of rain, could not see any other paintings to walk into. Wheres the next painting?! he shouted over the din of the storm. They searched in all directions as they bobbed in the open water like corks, but no one could see a thing. Suddenly, there were splashes around them. The knights from the previous room were diving into the water. The knight closest to James pulled him close by the robes and screamed right in his face. His breath smelled like rum and cigars. SWIM FOR YOUR LIFE! James did not need telling twice. Above the sound of pouring rain and thunder, the hydra bellowed as it tore into the painting. The sound made Jamess skin crawl. Instead of nine heads, it now had what looked like more than twenty. It roared again and slithered into the water behind them, weaving snakelike through the choppy surf after the retreating group. James kicked hard, paddling as fast as he could after the knights. They seemed to know where they were going. Finally, the next painting came into view, a portrait of a sleeping old man who clutched a toad and an egg in either hand. After hauling himself out of the water and helping the others up, James glanced back to see the hydra closing in. One of the jaws snapped again at Peter, but Sirius pulled him out of the way just in time.

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There were two rooms ahead on the other side of the sleeping wizard. On the left was a painting of Hogsmeade, through which the knights scrambled, and on the right, a meadow covered in snow. Its the snowy meadow! Remus said, pointing towards the painting to the right. That goes downstairs! The hydra hauled itself up into the portrait just as the boys sprinted into the snow blanketed meadow. The occupants, a herd of deer, silently watched James pass with their liquid brown eyes. He shivered uncontrollably, his wet robes freezing in the knee deep snow. As the hydra barreled after them, the herd scattered. Its still after us! Peter screamed, shoving the others into the next painting. They flew through the next painting, a warm cottage sitting room with a roaring fire, and though James longed to stay, he was forced to lead the others into a painting of a small gang of girls in white tutus practicing ballet who screamed shrilly when the hydra crashed through their studio. Through the next few portraits of screaming witches and wizards, landscapes of castles, markets and jungles, the hydra did not seem to be interested in anyone but the boys. Maybe it knows were not from here, James thought. He glanced behind to make sure the others were still behind him, and Remus reached out to grab his robes. James look out! It was too late. James tumbled down a steep forest hill as he crossed into the next painting, bashing his arms and legs on tree roots and rocks as he fell. He landed hard at the bottom, feeling dazed. As he came to, he became aware of a blurry human shape in front of him. She spoke. Her soft, smooth voice was vaguely familiar. Get up, I know what youre looking for. We have to go! Though his head throbbed painfully, James opened his eyes. Eloise! he gasped. The girl nodded, pulling him to his feet with soft, warm hands. Sirius, Remus and Peter caught up to them, looking as surprised to see Eloise as James, but they were all reminded of their precarious situation as the hydra came crashing through the trees, clawing and smashing its way down the slope.

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I said we have to go! Eloise repeated urgently, pulling James after her. She took off into the painting on the left side, a flock of birds near the shore of a lake. The birds took off in flight, squawking angrily as the hydra burst in after them. Do you know where the scepter is? James panted, feeling dazed from being soaking wet, freezing, and covered with bruises and scratches from the hill. Yes! Eloise answered, zigzagging through portraits with ease. She seemed to know exactly where she was going. We need to lose the hydra, but fortunately, I think we can both do that and find the scepter in the same place. Finally, they arrived in a painting of a rocky valley, where a handsome young man paced back and forth as he flexed his bulging muscles, looking slightly bored. Clad in an ancient Greek tunic, he carried a bow and flaming arrows. Eloise pulled James and the others to the far end of the painting, near a small temple, and turned to face the approaching hydra. As it crashed into the painting after them, the man leapt to his feet, shooting flaming arrows at its thick, black body. Every head on the hydra screamed down at him at once in a terrifying, discordant note, as if in furious recognition. It reeled back and charged directly at him. The man seized a club near his feet and the two launched into a fierce battle. The heads bellowed, screeched and hissed while vomiting up toxic fumes, but the man kept his mouth covered as he dodged the clouds of thick green smoke and swung his heavy club. Soon, James understood why the heads multiplied after the knights attacked it. Each time the man destroyed a head, two grew back in its place. The man seemed to realize he was fighting a losing battle. He yelled back to James, attempting desperately to hold off the now somewhere between fifty or sixty heads. Take the torch burn the stumps as I cut the heads off! Shaking head to foot, James grabbed the torch in the ground a couple of feet to his left. When the man cut off the next head, James lunged and held the torch to the stump, which spurted with what looked like yellow acid. With a sickening sizzle and a smell like rotting eggs, the stump burned black, but to everyones relief, nothing grew back. James and the man continued this way until there was only one head left, which seemed unable to die.

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Get back! the man yelled. James dropped the torch and retreated back to Eloise and the others as the man lifted a boulder the size of a whale and hurled it at the now one-headed hydra. It landed with a sickening crunch, trapping the head beneath it. The hydras thick body twitched and writhed for a few stomach turning moments before it lay still. It was defeated. The man brushed himself off and turned to James. Good job, boy. What is your name? Jamess breath was just beginning to return to him. James Potter. Jamespotter? the man mused. You must be new around here. Ive never seen you before or any of you for that matter. Except for little Miss Eloise, of course. Eloise beamed and stepped forward. Hercules, we need your help. These boys are seeking the gift your father sent to Alexander. Hercules gazed towards James and the others in wonder. The Bolt of Ages? he whispered. They cannot be the chosen ones they are too young they will never find the other pieces! The challenges are too great for those without the proper magical training. Eloise shook her head. They got my piece of the scepter a few months ago. And me and James got Slytherins piece in December, Sirius added. Hercules looked pleasantly surprised. Ive tried to touch the piece, but even with my strength, I can not move it. No portrait Ive ever met has been able to move it. James grinned. Were not portraits. Hercules jaw dropped. He looked to Eloise and back to James and the others. You youre from the other world? The other world? Peter asked. He means outside of the paintings! Remus said. And yes, we are.

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There must be more to you than what meets the eye, Hercules said, circling them, sizing them up. I have been at Hogwarts for nearly a thousand years, and not once in my living memory has a person from the other world crossed into ours. There surely must be something incredible about you if it is the piece of the scepter you seek, you shall have it. Follow me. Hercules led them through another series of paintings, and James could see they were descending deep down into the castles dungeons. Soon, he realized they had descended so deeply into the bowels of the dungeons he could no longer tell where they were the chambers seemed dark and musty, as if no one had entered the rooms for thousands of years. At last, they arrived in a painting of a massive sculpture of Zeus himself. At his feet, there lay a shiny black piece of the scepter. Blimey, Sirius said. How did they get it in here? Hercules raised his eyebrows. There are spells that can place inanimate objects into our world, but none that I am aware of that can send them out again. It seems this would be the perfect way to hide a valuable object from someone outside of this world. How did you end up becoming its keeper? James asked. Hercules folded his arms and gazed up at the painted statue of Zeus. Thackary Petrie painted me himself. When I was first born, and my paint was still drying, Petrie told me that I would be the guardian of the secret of my father, and that someday, someone would come for this piece of the scepter. I just never imagined it would be someone so young as you, Jamespotter. He motioned to the shiny black fragment. If you are indeed the one chosen, you, and you alone, will be able to take it. James stepped forward and held out his hand, painfully aware of everyones eyes on him. He grasped the piece, and lifted it. Hercules gasped, but James couldnt help smiling to himself. The journey had been so much more dramatic than the destination. Feeling like the entire thing was rather anticlimactic, James stowed it in his robes. I guess thats it then. How do we get out of here? Remus turned to Eloise and Hercules. Where are we?

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Which where? they said in unison. Where in the castle are we, Sirius laughed. This is the deepest deep of the castle, Hercules answered. I can take you as far as my painting. Then if Miss Eloise wouldnt mind, she can take you back to your home on the seventh floor. Hercules led the way back to his painting. From there, they thanked him and began the long journey with Eloise back to the seventh floor. Along the way, they saw the full extent of the havoc wreaked by the charging hydra. Occupants scrambled to clean up the overturned and scattered objects in their frames and attempted to mend the wounds of those unfortunate enough to have gotten in the way. As they passed, everyone glared, making James begin to feel extremely uncomfortable. After the ninth or tenth person made a rude hand gesture at them, James spoke aloud, eager for a chance to break the awkward silence. Eloise, how did you know we were here? Word travels fast in our world, she replied, skirting around an overturned basket of oranges. When something extraordinary happens, every painting in the castle knows within a few minutes. James smiled gratefully as they passed into a park by twilight. Were thankful you were here to bail us out again, he said. Without you we couldnt have gotten your piece or this one. Eloise smiled back. Its no problem, really. Nothing this exciting has happened here for ages. Thank you for this. James laughed, looking around at the splintered trees and overturned benches around them. All of this? Eloise giggled. At last, they arrived in a room with an empty chair. James recognized it as Eloises painting. Well, this is it, she said, running her fingers along the chairs dark mahogany.

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James felt his heart wrench again, like it had the last time he spoke to Eloise. Leaving her there again felt wrong. Suddenly, a small tinge of excitement blossomed inside of him. Could it be possible? Would it work? Eloise, he began, his voice tense with excitement, Come with us. Come with you? she repeated quietly, as if unsure what he meant. Come with us to our world! If we could cross through to this side, whos to say you cant cross back with us? Sirius, Remus and Peter shifted uncomfortably. Eloise shook her head, her brown hair rippling in the moonlight. James it doesnt work like that, she said sadly. I dont belong there. Why not? pressed James. You could have a chance to start over, a second chance to learn magic, you could really be free! You did free me. You all did. I cant go with you, please, understand, she pleaded. Why? James demanded. Eloises expression softened. She looked pitying. Im not the Eloise from your world. Shell remain in the temple of air forever, and shell never wake again. Im the Eloise in this world a reflection of the girl in yours. If I went with you, I would have no real place. I would be as empty and out of place and time as my mother, the ghost of Ravenclaw House. She broke my grandmothers heart. I cannot choose to exist like that. James sighed. His heart felt like a lead weight. Its not fair. Eloise smiled sadly. Nobody promised it would be fair, she said. But you and your friends have given me more than I could ever have asked for. Ive waited for you for a thousand years, and I could not be more grateful. James could not argue or fight anymore. He numbly handed the map to Sirius, feeling angry, confused, and defeated all at once. I promise you, well be back here to visit you again, he said. She beamed.

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I look forward to it. Are we ready? asked Sirius, peering through the black window. James and the others grasped onto his robes as he read the incantation, and like before, a light brighter than the sun engulfed them. James took one last long look at Eloise before he was blinded by the light, and her silhouette vanished from view. Thud. Jamess cheek pressed against the cold, hard stone floor of the corridor. He could feel the weight of the scepter against his thigh. Just as he was becoming aware of his surroundings, Sirius dragged him forcefully to his feet. Someones coming! he hissed. Stupefy! A red jet of light came streaming down the hallway and struck Remus directly in the chest. His entire body went limp and collapsed into Jamess arms. Lucius drawling voice carried from the end of the hallway. I had a feeling I would find you loitering around the seventh floor. Gryffindor Mudbloods and traitors tend to be the ones most inclined to break curfew rules lucky one of the first year Slytherins is familiar with the location of your common room. Step out into the light you filthy brats.

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Chapter 15 Uncle Alphard

Remus! James cried, shaking Remuss thin, immobilized body in an in vain attempt to rouse him. Sirius knelt beside them. Hes been hexed, theres nothing we can do but the counter curse, he whispered. Uh, guys, what do we do now? Peter whimpered, dancing nervously back and forth. Lucius was stalking briskly towards them down the corridor with his wand aloft, casting a pale yellow light over his triumphant smirk. We need to leave him here! said Peter. Were not leaving him here! James asserted angrily. Well what do you suggest we do then? Peter asked, his voice rising hysterically. Sirius gasped with a sudden realization. Kreacher! he said breathlessly. Crack. The hunched, bent over house elf appeared at his side. James could hardly see him in the darkness, but the faint scent of mildew and old milk was unmistakable. Sirius began issuing commands. Kreacher, take all of us home now! Everyone, touch his hand! Lucius saw what was happening. His steady approach rose to a furious charge, but it was too late. Grasping tightly around Remuss chest, James fingers made contact with Kreachers rough knobby fingers, and he felt himself wrenched from the spot, torn into an even darker void. They were hurtling through space, their hair whipping in the wind in a panicked frenzy of limbs and shouting. A moment later, they landed on a cold, hard surface. For a horrified moment, James thought they hadnt gone anywhere, but squinting into the darkness, he realized there was something different about this place. Just ahead of him was a long rectangular table with chairs arranged around it, and beyond that, he could barely make out a large, handsome fireplace with gleaming silver pots hanging from its hearth. I didnt know house elves could do that, he said.

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Where are we? Peter asked groggily, staggering to his feet. Shhh! Sirius hissed. Were at my house, in London, but if my parents find out were here, boy am I going to get it. James sat up, relieved to find Remuss body beside his. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the piece of the scepter and handed it over to Sirius, who lit his wand and held it over Kreacher. You will not tell anyone were here. Got it? The elf nodded grudgingly. Sirius was about to hand him the piece when he hesitated. Bring me the two pieces that look like this and the book I gave you. Dont tell anyone about that either. Kreacher scuttled off to a door in the corner as Sirius turned to hold the light over Remuss scarred, slackened face. Why are you having him bring you the pieces? asked Peter. Were about to find the fourth piece, Sirius answered. I want to have all the pieces with us when we go back to Hogwarts. We can hide them somewhere safe. Lets get Remus up to my room. Im pretty good with the muffliato charm, I think we can go there until we figure out what to do. Once Kreacher brought the other pieces of the Scepter and Petries diary to Sirius, James and Peter hoisted Remuss body and followed Sirius up the stairs to the ground floor. By the light that was just beginning to creep through the windows, James could make out how grand Siriuss home really was. Exquisite coiled silver candelabras adorned the silver and green patterned walls, with strong, handsome mahogany baseboards and door frames. The lush carpet felt soft beneath their feet after the many hours spent on their feet treading hard stone. Sirius led them past a row of sleeping portraits and up four flights of stairs. On the top flight, there were only two doors. On the door to his left, James noticed a small sign scrawled sloppily on construction paper.

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK NO GIRLS ALLOWED

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My little brother, Sirius whispered, rolling his eyes. Hes a prat. Just then, the door opened, and James found himself looking down at a small, runty version of Sirius. Sirius hastily hid the pieces of the Scepter in his robes before the boy could see. Who are you? he croaked, rubbing his bleary eyes. He stared clumsily from James to Peter, to his brother, and finally down to Remuss immobilized body. Whoa, is he dead? he asked curiously. What did you guys do to him! Sirius looked annoyed. Hes not dead Regulus, go back to bed! Does mum know youre here? No, and if you tell her, Ill curse you so bad you dont know your front end from your back end. Nice try, Regulus laughed, running his hand through his hair like Sirius did so often. It didnt work for him the way it did for his brother. I know youre not allowed to use magic away from school. What did you do to him? he asked, pointing at Remus. If you let me in on it, I wont tell mum. Youre not telling mum, and youre not coming with us, Sirius cut him off. Sirius, maybe we should just let him started James. I said hes not coming with us! Sirius spat angrily. Regulus beady eyes narrowed, and he folded his arms haughtily. Fine! He bellowed. M Wait! James said, clapping his hand over Regulus mouth. Lets just let him in on this, its not worth getting caught. Looking mutinous, Sirius flung his bedroom door open and stormed through. James and the others followed. The room was spacious. A large four poster bed with a hand carved wooden headboard was the centerpiece of the room, with an intricately decorated chandelier of silver serpents suspended over it. The window was draped in emerald green velvet curtains. There were a few silver and green Slytherin banners around the room, hung in anticipation of Siriuss sorting. Clearly, they were abandoned hastily. Though the room

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was handsomely decorated, it felt stale, like no one had been inside it since Sirius became a Gryffindor. Siriuss face contorted with even more rage as they stepped inside the room. She took down my pictures! From behind the group, Regulus nodded, smiling pleasantly at his brothers anger. As soon as you left, she had Kreacher take all those stupid muggle motolsickle pictures down. Motorcycle you idiot, Sirius retorted. I need to learn how to do a Permanent Sticking Charm. James and Peter carefully laid Remus down on Siriuss plush green bedspread while Sirius pulled his wand out of his pocket and began pointing it at the various Slytherin banners around the room. Colorocambium! Colorocambium! Colorocambium! Soon the banners were all red and gold. That ought to please her, Sirius smiled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Regulus issued a disgusted snort, but Jamess attention was on Remus. We need to figure out how to help him. Sirius paused to think. We need someone who knows the counter curse... I have an idea! Sirius called Kreacher again, and with a crack, the house elf reappeared with a low bow, clearly annoyed to be harassed so much within one evening. Sirius covertly jammed the three pieces of the scepter and Petries diary into a small bag and slung it over his shoulder. Kreacher, take us to Uncle Alphards place, Sirius said, motioning around to himself, James, Remus and Peter. And me too! Regulus piped up indignantly. Youre not going, Sirius said flatly, ushering Regulus out of the room. Fine, then Im telling m If you tell on us, then Ill tell mum what youre keeping in your sock drawer. Regulus looked horrified. How did you find out about the banshee teeth?

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I didnt. I just guessed because it sounded like something you would do, Sirius smiled triumphantly. Now get out. Looking sullenly defeated, Regulus retreated from the room. Sirius smiled brightly. Right, now that thats out of the way, ready to go everyone? Once Remus was carefully hoisted back into Jamess arms and everyone had a hand touched to Kreachers, they were sucked back into the dark, windy void that whisked them away into darkness. After a few moments, they reappeared on a small cobblestone street bathed in the early morning sunlight. The tall, elegant flats on either side of the street stood very close together. No sooner had they arrived, Kreacher gave Sirius a curt, contemptuous bow before disappearing again. James gazed at the brick building to their right. Its front steps were flanked by topiaries trimmed into the shapes of Griffins, whose mouths yawned open handsomely in the early morning light. The door was slate black, with a silver knocker shaped like the head of a greyhound. In the distance, James spotted something vaguely familiar. It was a shape he recognized from photographs and books, but had never seen in person. Could Kreacher really have taken them this far away? Sirius, where are we? Welcome to Paris! Sirius laughed, hurrying to help him with Remus. This is my Uncle Alphards house. Dont worry hes nothing like my parents. Tearing his gaze away from the Eiffel Tower, James turned his attention back to hauling Remus up the front steps, where Sirius took hold of the silver greyhounds head and knocked three times. There was a slight scurrying on the other side of the door, and it opened a crack before a loud shriek made them all jump with surprise. Sirius was knocked suddenly backwards, sending James staggering to the side with Remus. Fortunately, despite being tall, Remus was light enough that James didnt drop him. The shape that had attacked Sirius squealed with delight. Master Sirius! How we have missed you! Once James steadied himself and Remus, he realized the force that knocked Sirius backwards was another house elf. This one was much different than Kreacher. Its skin was smoother and darker than his. It also looked better taken care of its royal blue tea

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cozy, which was stretched over its small pot belly, was not stained or greasy. Quite the contrary, it looked pressed and clean. Tied around each of the elfs enormous ears was a matching royal blue bow, which looked like strange imitation of pigtails. Its wide tennis ball eyes were brimming with joyful tears. Master Sirius, you have brought friends with you? it squeaked. Master Alphard is just sitting down to breakfast he will be so delighted to see you! Sirius wrenched himself free of the adoring house elf with a lopsided, embarrassed smile to the others. Uh this is Penny. Shes Uncle Alphards house elf. How delighted I am to meet the friends of Master Sirius! Penny declared with a low, elegant bow. Her face fell when she saw James struggling with Remus. Your friend is in need of assistance! With that, Penny snapped her fingers, and Remuss body rose into the air on what looked like a small cloud of smoke. He floated into the home ahead of them, and Penny motioned for the others to follow. Alphards home was pristine. Its royal blue carpet and bleach white walls were bright and elegant in the clean, pale light that streamed through the open windows. The scent of roses lingered in the air. Penny led them into the sitting room, where Sirius, James and Peter took a seat on one of the plush, silk couches between two crystal tables with potted flowers that hummed pleasantly. Leaving Remus on his smoke stretcher, Penny scurried from the room. Glad for a moment to sit down, James pulled Petries map out of his pocket and revealed it. Sure enough, a new blinking dot labeled Gryffindors Room appeared in the miniature drawing of Hogwarts, but it was moving about erratically. How on earth are we supposed to find that? Sirius asked. I dont know. James replied as Penny reappeared with Alphard. He stuffed the map hastily back into his pocket. Sirius! My boy! Alphard exclaimed. Come give your Uncle a hug! Sirius leapt from his seat and threw his arms around his Uncle. Faintly remembering what Siriuss mother looked like on the train platform, James could see the resemblance between Alphard and his sister. He was much taller, and his face looked

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inherently friendlier. He had the same handsome, careless hair as his nephew, but also had a rotund tummy that his lush, dark blue robes could not hide. So what is this trouble youve gotten yourself and your friends into here? Sirius shrugged nervously. Its a long story Remus got jinxed by a a Oh I know how it is, Alphard said with a wink. Youre just not a healthy boy if you arent getting into at least a little bit of trouble, like I always say. Alphard pulled his wand from his robe pocket and pointed it at Remus. Reanimatum. Remus gasped and attempted to sit up, but fell directly through the cloud of smoke that was suspending him and landed sprawled on the sitting room floor, looking extremely confused. Where are we? Did we get caught? Were in Paris, mate, Sirius laughed, helping him to his feet. Paris? Remus repeated, his eyes wide. Paris?! Thats right, Alphard said, drawing back the curtain to reveal the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Remuss mouth hung slack in awe. Alphard patted him hard on the back before continuing. Now Sirius, will you please introduce me to your friends? Sirius introduced James, Remus and Peter to his Uncle, who was extremely delighted to meet them. While Penny served up a delicious breakfast of baked pastries for the boys, Sirius explained how they used Kreacher to get there, and James and the others learned that Uncle Alphard made his riches investing in many businesses throughout England. Yes, Alphard laughed jovially. Ive come a long way since I was a shop boy at Honeydukes, the sweet shop in Hogsmeade. Of course, you wont know about any of that until your third year at Hogwarts. James, Sirius and Peter exchanged knowing glances. Alphard looked slightly suspicious, but before he could say a word, Penny returned to the room with a large Barn owl clasping a note in its beak. Alphard took the note and opened it, reading the contents with a crease in his brow.

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Sirius, it appears that your mother is livid with you. Shes banned Kreacher from serving you again. Sirius leapt from his seat, his jaw furiously agape. What! he shouted angrily. How did she find out! With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, James realized what must have happened. Sirius, when we left for Alphards you didnt order Kreacher to keep it a secret. Sirius sank back down into his seat with his hand on his forehead. Its so hard to keep all the orders straight! Alphard laughed and handed the letter back to Penny. Sirius, maybe you should not have abused your privileges to the house elf, or used him to lie to your parents. Sirius scowled. Now what are we going to do? Alphard stood and crossed to a handsome shelf in the corner of the room. Well address that in a moment. Before you go, there is something I have been meaning to give you. Consider it an early birthday present. He returned with a small metal object roughly the size and shape of a galleon, but made of an electric blue metal. This, he said, holding the coin up in a dramatic flourish that caught the morning light, is a downside upper. There are very few of these in the world I happened to get my hands on one at an auction in the Far East. Whats it do? Peter asked. Alphard grinned. Let me show you. With that, Alphard flipped the coin into the air with his thumb and caught it, slamming it down onto the back of his other hand. At that very instant, Alphard rose into the air and flipped upside down, landing with his feet securely on the ceiling. His robes still hung to his feet, as if gravity had been completely reversed for him. Alphard strode across the ceiling and threw the coin up into the air (down towards the carpet to the boys)

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to demonstrate that it would not plummet down to the floor at their feet, but rather, fall up to the floor at Alphards feet on the ceiling. As you can see, this can be a rather useful tool, Alphard said, clearly amused by the boys amazement. You will experience reversed gravity until you flip the coin like I showed you again. If I may give you some advice, make sure you catch the coin when you flip it, and never ever use this coin unless there is a ceiling above your head using it outdoors would be most unwise. With that, Alphard flipped the coin and landed nimbly back on the same floor as James, Sirius, Remus and Peter. He handed it to Sirius, who was soon walking around on the ceiling. Penny began tugging her ears in distress as a string of footprints began to appear all over the white ceiling. Each boy got to try it in turn before Alphard turned to the subject of returning them to Hogwarts. All right, like I said, I have an idea of how to get you back to Hogwarts. I would have Penny take you directly to your common room, but Im afraid house elves can only take side-alongs away from Hogwarts, not in. I will instead have her take us to Hogsmeade, where I can send you to Hogwarts through a secret passage. James and the others looked taken aback. A passage between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts? Sirius asked curiously. Remus cried out suddenly. No! All of the eyes in the room fell on him. He flushed scarlet. I mean, well, theres other ways to get back to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade Im sure we can figure something out, please, just not that way. I assure you Remus, its entirely safe. I discovered the passage while I was working in Hogsmeade as a shop boy at Honeydukes, Alphard replied. It runs from the basement of the shop to the school. I suspect the Goblins built it they used Hogsmeade as a headquarters during their 1612 rebellion. Youre first years, Binns should have told you all about that. Remus exhaled heavily. Alphard chuckled at the blank looks the other boys exchanged with one another Distracted by all the sugar quills, I suspect. All right, lets go!

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Once they arrived outside of Honeydukes, the boys sincerely thanked Alphard for his help. Inside, he distracted the staff of the shop just long enough for James, Sirius, Remus and Peter to sneak through the back door and down a small flight of wooden steps to the basement. Sure enough, after a short search among the old boxes and wooden crates, Peter found a hidden trap door in the dusty floor that swung open to reveal a downward sloping earth passageway. After they all scrambled inside, Sirius pulled it shut just in time. There were voices at the top of the stairs. James and the others paused to listen. A female voice was speaking. So you heard it yourself? There was a dull thud that sounded like someone dropped a heavy crate on top of the trap door above them. An awkward young male voice answered back. Yeah, I heard it I did! The night was black as pitch but for the full moon, and I werent even scared. I got close enough to that old shack to hear them spirits moanin and wailin, throwin the furniture around as if a hurricane itself went an broke out inside! If Id a gotten any closer, I migh not be here to tell the tale. Remus tugged Jamess arm. Lets get out of here. As quietly as possible, the boys tiptoed after him down the gently downward sloping path. After a few minutes, Sirius broke the silence. You know, I bet theres lots of secret passage ways like this around Hogwarts. I think we should try and find all of them. Maybe youd find out where they all were if you actually listened in History of Magic! Remus laughed. Sirius has better things to do like sleep! James joked, jostling Sirius on the shoulder. Sirius grinned. Yeah, I get pretty cranky without my eleven oclock nap. On the other hand, it always cheers me up to pick on Severus during lessons They all sniggered. The path bottomed out into a level plane. As they continued along, James admired the way the tunnel was hewn right through the earth. It was hard to

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believe the goblins made it themselves so many years ago. Because they hadnt run into any blocks or obstacles to prevent people from coming or going, James began to wonder if they were the only ones at that knew about it. I agree with Sirius, he said. I think we should find every secret passage in Hogwarts and write it all down. We could make a secret map of Hogwarts! Just like Petries Map for Marauders! Peter piped up. We should make it so it can track teachers too, and tell us when theyre coming in case we get caught, Remus added. James fished Petries map out of his pocket and revealed it. Gryffindors dot was still moving around the map erratically. What do you think it is? James asked awkwardly, showing Remus the moving dot on the map, as he had not been conscious to see it earlier. Sirius frowned. Maybe we just have to manage to get where it is. James nodded and folded the map back into his pocket as the path sloped back upwards, eventually ending with a short flight of wooden stairs that led up to statue of a humpbacked witch on the third floor of the castle. Judging by the light, it looked to be around noon. Sirius slung the bag with the pieces of the scepter and the diary off his shoulder. Lets hide these here in the tunnel, so Turnbill cant find them. James had given up trying to convince the others that Turnbill was not the spy. But what if someone comes this way? said James. We dont know for sure that were the only people who know this is here. Why dont we bury it beneath the stairs? Remus suggested. Its so dark in here they would probably never see the patch of dirt under the steps. Agreeing that this was a good idea, the boys hastily dug a hole beneath the steps and hid the bag with the three pieces of the scepter. Satisfied with their handiwork, they ascended the steps to the witch statue. There were no students in sight. Everyone was most likely down in the Great Hall eating, James decided. That made it easy for them to slip out from beneath the statue without being noticed. Pull out the map again, James, Remus said. Maybe we can find the dot.

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James revealed the map once more. The dot was erratically moving around the second floor. It moved surprisingly fast. Lets go! James said, hurrying to the staircase. On the map, the dot was bouncing around Turnbills office. As if knowing it was being pursued, just as they arrived on the second floor and had almost reached Turnbills office, the dot vanished completely. Sirius groaned. Where the heck did it go? James frowned, scanning the map for any sign of the dot. Then, quite suddenly, it reappeared on the first floor. There it is! Lets go! How long is this going to go!? Remus cried. How do we know the room isnt supposed to just vanish every time you get close and reappear somewhere else? Not knowing how to answer the question, James took off at a full run back towards the staircases, not entirely caring whether or not the others followed. By the time he reached the first floor, it was clear that Remus was right. It seemed to be a smart idea to keep a secret room mobile. The others caught up with him a moment later. I cant run anymore! gasped Peter, clutching at his sore sides. James, Sirius panted, I dont think we can catch the thing like this. James, finally accepting defeat, watched the dot navigate the librarys shelves on the fourth floor. I think youre right, he said miserably.

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Chapter 16 Feet With No Owner

By the end of May, summers warmth was beginning to creep into the last bits of spring, and James found himself wondering if summer had a daughter. Though they attempted to follow the dot numerous times again, James and the others were unsuccessful in catching up to it. Unable to come up with any new ideas, their free time turned to hours in the library cramming for end of year exams. On the evening before their last exam, History of Magic, it was almost impossible to find four seats together in the jam packed library. Who was Supreme Mugwump when the International Confederation of Wizards passed the Statute of Secrecy? Remus asked, shuffling through his History of Magic notes. Peters mom, Sirius replied, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table. A few first year Ravenclaw girls giggled nearby as he casually turned the downside upper coin back and forth across the fingers of one hand. Remus shot Sirius an irritated frown. If you dont want to study go back to the Common Room. Its a Saturday! Sirius replied. Who in their right mind studies on a Saturday? Turning over the Pendant of Bast in his pocket, James realized he didnt feel much like studying either. Shuffling his parchment back together into a messy pile, he jammed them into his History of Magic textbook and pulled out Petries map. Lately he had taken to watching the dot zoom around the castle, wishing that it would happen to come right past him by accident. Were never going to find this thing. Suddenly, Sirius stiffened, letting all four legs of his chair hit the ground again. He had just spotted Severus on the other side of the library, reading his History of Magic text so closely that his greasy bangs touched the pages. Dirty git, Sirius whispered, stuffing his downside upper back into his pocket. Watch this.

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He pointed his wand at Severus. Dictumpollus. Suddenly, Severus rose from his chair like a puppet, tucked his hands beneath his armpits, and began flapping his arms making chicken noises. A few students nearby stared in confusion, but in a moment, everyone was roaring with laughter. Sirius was in stitches. Severus was now jogging back and forth along the rows of tables clucking ridiculously. Then, something very odd happened. Severus slammed into something invisible and fell to the ground, clucking in alarm. Nearby on the ground, a pair of boots appeared, but strangely enough they were alive they began kicking and struggling to get safely out of Severuss way. Hes been spying on us! Sirius shouted, clambering over his seat towards the feet with no owner. James was out of his seat too. The feet immediately took off running, and the boys sprinted after them in pursuit. James, at the lead, fought hard to see the feet as they flickered in and out of sight beneath the hem of the invisibility cloak. We almost have it! he panted, clutching at his sore side. Peter and Remus were falling behind, but he couldnt let the spy get away not this time. James tore around a corner at top speed SLAM. A pile of books crashed to the ground and parchment flew everywhere. As James toppled to the ground, the map parted ways with his hand and fell to the floor among the pile of scattered parchment. James Potter! James cautiously peered up at the person he had just crashed into, only to see Lily Evans towering over him, looking eerily similar to Professor McGonagall with her arms angrily folded in front of her. What are you doing? She demanded. Running around a corner like that! Haughtily, she knelt and began to gather up her parchment. Realizing the spy with the disembodied feet was probably long gone, James got to his knees and began pawing through the mess for the map.

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Im sorry, um, Ive dropped my parchment. Lily scowled. What does it look like? Sirius, Remus and Peter caught up and stopped dead in their tracks. James, realizing with a drop in the pit of his stomach that he didnt unreveal the map, wasnt sure how to answer under Lilys expectant stare. I um well As if the situation couldnt get any worse, a cackling emanated from the hallway ahead. Drawn like a moth to the flame, Peeves zoomed down the hallway towards them, unable to resist making any catastrophe more chaotic. In his sing-songy cackle, he began rhyming, raining bits of chalk from some unfortunate classroom down on James and Lily. Oh Potty Potty Potter, you must be so blind! Running into Evans, falling down on your behind! Shut up Peeves! James shouted, feeling his cheeks turn red. Of course, this just made Peeves sing more. Potty wee Potter, what a pity what a pity! Messing with poor Evans cause you think shes really pretty! James flushed even worse. Finally, he spotted the corner of the map beneath Lilys Potions textbook. Trying to ignore the string of taunts coming out of Peeves mouth, he picked it up and scanned it for the dot. Jamess heart leapt to his throat. The red dot was clearly visible, but it was no longer moving. It was floating, quite stationary, right above him and Lily. Peeves! James breathed, hardly believing his eyes. He staggered to his feet, staring in disbelief at first the dot on the page, then up at the foolishly dressed poltergeist floating above him. Peeves turned a somersault in mid air Ooh, Potty wee But his voice trailed off halfway through the turn, for his eyes fell upon the map in Jamess hand. Lily noticed it too.

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James what is that? she asked, standing on tip toe to see over his shoulder. Peeves fell momentarily silent and still, for what could possibly have been the first time ever. Where does a wee first year find such an object as that? he mused. Er, Peeves, James began, Do you know what this is? The poltergeist nodded, the bells on his hat jingling. I havent seen it in a thousand years. How do we get in? James asked. Lily stared in confusion between the two of them. What are you talking about? James what is that? Peeves cracked a mysterious smile, his shining, mischievous eyes never leaving Jamess face. Before James could flinch, Peeves zoomed forward and grasped his arm. It felt burning hot, but before James could open his mouth to yell or pull away, he felt his feet leave the floor. Lily began to scream, and Sirius shouted something, but all sound and light was soon sucked away. Jamess feet planted down on hard ground again a moment later, but all around him was now dark nothingness, and as he acclimated, he realized the pressure of Peeves grip had disappeared entirely. Something scuffled in the dark distance behind him, and he instinctively reached for his wand in his pocket. Peeves, James called. Peeves where did you take me! Far off to his right, he heard a cackle. Then, a moment later, it was on his left. Peeves! He heard the scuffling again in the distance to his right. Peeves what is that? The poltergeist did not appear, but his voice rang out through the darkness. Potty totty Potter always hates it when I rhyme. But can he find the scepter fragment out of space and time? Not wanting to meet the source of the scuffling noise, James began to slowly, silently back away from it. Aside from that, the room held an eerie

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silence, but yet, James had the strange feeling he was being watched by some dark audience. The scuffling abruptly stopped. James froze facing the direction of the sound, straining to hear over his wildly beating heart. Without warning, what felt like a cold, open hand briefly touched his back. James gasped loudly and spun around, reaching out through the dark, but he grasped only nothingness. Suddenly, the noise began again. This time, disturbingly close perhaps 50 feet. The sound had changed. It sounded like something on four legs, trotting directly toward him. James realized with a sinking feeling it was probably not Peeves. What else could possibly be out of space and time with him? What monster did Gryffindor have in wait in this dark, forgotten place? James couldnt convince his body to move. He wasnt sure which direction to go, and on top of that, he wasnt sure if he needed to be able to find that same spot again to get out. Not knowing what else to do, he whipped his wand out of his pocket. Lumos! The spell did not have the effect that James planned. Now, he stood in a pool of light, unable to see anything beyond, but worse than that, he was shining like a beacon for whatever lurked in the darkness. James rushed to extinguish it, but in his panic, could not manage to get his lips to form the correct spell. The trotting grew closer closer louder but then, quite suddenly, it stopped all together just a few feet away. There was most certainly something there though, a vague shape, waiting patiently just beyond the sphere of light. Wh-whos there? James spoke aloud. The creature stepped forward into the outer reaches of Jamess wandlight. It was a lion, but unlike any lion James had ever seen before. It was two times as big as a normal lion, with claws the size of Jamess head, and it was entirely black, with misted over white eyes. It circled James silently, just beyond the light of his wand. He waited, half expecting it to start speaking, but it did not. What does it want? he wondered.

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Subconsciously, his hand found the smooth gold surface of the Pendant of Bast in his pocket. The Pendant of Bast! James rushed to throw the pendant around his neck. Whatever the lion was, it must not have been a cat. It recoiled, but something even more odd and disturbing happened. Its claws grew into knives, and its mouth fell open into an unnaturally gaping pit full of razor sharp obsidian teeth. Its eyes sank into its face as it screamed a blood curdling wail that sent shockwaves down Jamess spine. The light went out. Fear enveloped James. Not knowing what else to do, he turned and fled into the uncertain dark. Behind him, he heard the beast galloping at his heels, so disturbingly close he could smell its musty odor like sweat and blood. His pulse thundered in his ears. There were no windows. No doors. Nothing. Jamess mind raced as fast as his legs were. What could a first year student do against this? No windows. No doors. Nothing. What does Gryffindor want me to do? James ran furiously, terrified that he would hit a wall at any moment, but it seemed like the darkness never ended. The room was completely boundless. Like someone close to death, random memories began to flash before Jamess eyes. Blowing out the candles on his 5th birthday cake. No windows. No doors. Nothing. Carrying Merlin, as a puppy, out of the pound. No windows. No doors. Nothing. His father smiling proudly at him on the train platform in September. No windows. No doors. Nothing. For the past three generations, our family have all been sorted into Gryffindor House No windows. No doors. Nothing. where they say dwell the brave at heart The brave at heart.

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James planted his feet. Not quite understanding why his body was doing it or how, he turned around to face his approaching death and shouted clearly into the void. Im not afraid! The thundering approach of the monster was suddenly replaced by a dull scraping noise. At Jamess side, the wand in his hand began to issue a dim glow, which slowly began to grow. From out of the darkness and into the sphere of light surrounding James, an object coasted across the smooth, dark floor, coming to rest directly at his feet. Finally daring to breathe, James knelt and picked up the fourth and final fragment of the Bolt of Ages.

James took time to gather himself. Out of space and time, it could have been moments, hours, months or years that he stood contemplating the weight of what he and his friends had accomplished. Soon, though, he realized he needed to go home. Peeves? he wondered aloud. With a faint pop, the poltergeist appeared before him. Nice show, Potter. James smiled and turned the scepter fragment over in his hands. How did you end up guarding the scepter? Peeves grinned. A being as ancient as me sees and hears many things around this castle. More than its inhabitants are aware of no doubt. Gryffindor knew I was as much a part of this castle as any room, and trusted me with this secret. James couldnt stifle a laugh. Gryffindor, entrust a secret to you? Peeves cackled. A secret like Gryffindors I would never proclaim, but Potters crush on Evans is fair game, fair game! Jamess cheeks flushed. I dont like her like that! Now Peeves, get me out of here.

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Still cackling from his own clever humor, Peeves rushed forward to grasp Jamess arm with the familiar burning sensation. The same strange events as before reoccurred, except in reverse this time. From the burning hot place on his arm where the poltergeist grasped him, light and sound poured into the room. Lily was screaming. James!! James whats happening!? Sirius was rushing forward. James, wait! Jamess feet hit the floor in a blinding burst of light, but his head suddenly felt heavier than it had ever felt before. As the light subsided, James caught a brief glimpse of Siriuss frightened face, white beneath his long dark bangs, and then passed out cold.

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Chapter 17 The Man on the Platform

SLAP. James awoke with a gasp as pain seared across his cheek. He became vaguely aware of someone leaning over his bed. Where is it?! SLAP. Something hard pressed into his neck. Who is it?! Where is what? James asked groggily, straining to see the shape of the person looming over his bed in the hospital wing. Dont act like you dont know! the voice hissed as flecks of spit flew into Jamess face. James knew that voice. Turnbill? Slowly, the face above him focusedat least as best as it could without his glasses on. Undeniably, looming directly over him, was the blurry face of Professor Turnbill. He looked furious, demented even, as he pressed the tip of his wand hard into Jamess neck. Get out of bed, or youll wish you hadnt been born. James obediently stood as Turnbill waved his wand, causing Jamess arms to cross and lock behind his back. Take me to the location of the scepter, Turnbill whispered, and Ill dispose of you humanely. James opened his mouth, but Turnbill uttered a muffled spell and a sensation spread through Jamess throat like receiving a painful shot of Novocain. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnt make a sound. As he struggled to adjust to breathing through it, Turnbill threw Jamess fathers invisibility cloak over both of them, pressed his wand back into Jamess neck once more, and seized his bound arms from behind. Walk, he commanded. James realized with a sinking feeling that his glasses were going to be left behind on the bedside table. Unable to tell Turnbill, he had no choice but to

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obediently walk forward. Near the door, he could just barely make out the shape of what looked like a body slumped against the wall. Most likely Madam Pomfrey, he thought, hoping against hope she wasnt dead. The corridor proved extremely hard to navigate without his glasses. In the darkness, the shadows made by the half moon distorted everything. As columns and statues loomed out of the darkness, James squinted hard to make out where he was going. Suddenly, Turnbill pulled him against the wall. James strained to see and hear what was going on. His eyes couldnt find anything, but his ears still worked someone was coming down the hallway right at them. In a moment, a blur he could barely discern as Professor McGonagall appeared around the corner. James fought as hard as he could against the muting charm, but to no avail, and Turnbill only pressed his wand even harder into his neck, making his eyes water. Obliviously, McGonagall passed right by them as she continued her evening rounds. When she was out of earshot, Turnbill gave James a shove, indicating he wanted him to start moving again. He obeyed. As they marched awkwardly up the staircases, James wondered whether Turnbill had already attacked Sirius, Remus and Peter. Obviously, one of them had to have taken Gryffindors piece of the scepter before calling for Madam Pomfrey. Had they already united the four pieces? If they had, why hadnt they come back to help him? He pictured the three of them laughing together as they traversed through time, and hating himself, he felt a twinge of burning jealousy. Trying to push the image from his mind, he squinted into the darkness to see what flight they were on. He wasnt even sure where he was leading Turnbill, as he figured the others wouldnt be stupid enough to go back to the common room with all four pieces. As he attempted to make out any discernible landmarks from the sea of distorted shapes in front of him, something caught his eye along the banister of the floor above. Something small, glowing and yellow. What happened next happened fast. The something small leapt out of the shadows as they reached the next floor, pulling the invisibility cloak off of both of

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them. James heard the sound of Turnbills wand hitting the stone floor, and his arms released from behind him. Feeling also returned to Jamess throat. James spun around, only to see Turnbill yelling and writhing on the floor as something small attacked his chest and face. Mrs. Norris called out. James run! Realizing he was still wearing the Pendant of Bast, James turned and ran, his arms groping in front of him. Without his glasses, he had no idea where he was going. They wouldnt be in the common room, he thought. Where would they be? WHAM. Stars erupted in front of Jamess eyes as he staggered back to his feet using the statue he had just crashed into. At first, James thought he hit his head a little too hard, for a couple of familiar voices came out of it. What was that? Shh!! Youll give us away! James heart leapt. The statue was the humpbacked witch. Peter? Remus? Siriuss voice rang out. James! Its James let him in! The statue opened to reveal the path to Honeydukes below. Three pairs of hands reached out to pull James in. James! What happened? Sirius asked, looking him over critically. Where are your glasses? Theyre downstairs in the hospital wing, I He suddenly remembered everything that had just happened. Turnbill! Its Turnbill! And he was in the hospital wing, and muffled my voice, Madam Pomfrey, Mrs. Norris, I ran Remus frowned. Slow down James, he said, helping James sit down on the bottom step of the wooden stairs. Where is he? James swallowed hard, feeling the sore spot in his neck where Turnbills wand had been pressed into it.

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Mrs. Norris attacked him. She saw us coming up the stairs. He knows we have all four pieces, hes going to kill us. Peter squeaked with fright. What about the scepter? James asked eagerly. All four pieces? Does it work? Sirius pulled held out the bag and handed it to James. The four pieces clunked around loosely inside. We tried, he said disappointedly. Nothing happens when you just hold them all together. James frowned. Could it be that after being separated for so long, the pieces wouldnt work? Well what do we do now? Sirius asked. James hands tightened around the bag. We need to take these to Dumbledore. But you said Dumbledore I know what I said! James said impatiently, but we cant fight Turnbill on our own. Remus nodded. I agree, but wheres Dumbledores office? They all stared at each other. Nobody had any idea. I saw McGonagall down by her office, James said. If we can just find her, or someone else, we can get help. Then lets get out of here, Sirius said, climbing the wooden steps. This place gives me the creeps anyway. James, Remus and Peter, who had to be coaxed into moving, followed Sirius back up the stairs. Sirius popped his head out of the statue for a moment to check if the coast was clear. Hes not here, I think its safe, he whispered. Slowly, quietly, the four tiptoed down the corridor. Guys, Peter whispered timidly. Dont you think we should each carry one of the four pieces?

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Sirius frowned over his shoulder. Why would we want to do that? he hissed. Remus shook his head. He has a point, Sirius. It would be better to be able to scatter and separate the four pieces in case one of us gets caught. James ducked into the nearby trophy room and reached into the bag to pass out the pieces of the scepter. To Sirius he passed Slytherins piece, to Remus he passed Ravenclaws, to Peter he passed Hufflepuffs, and for himself, he kept Gryffindors. All right, if we get attacked, we all need to sca But James stopped in mid sentence; he noticed the bag was not yet empty. Theres something still in here, he whispered, reaching in for the forgotten object. From the very bottom of the bag, half buried in Siriuss discarded Pepper Imp wrappers and Chocolate Frog cards, he retrieved Petries diary. The diary, he said, flipping it open to the poem he and the others had read so many times earlier in the year. Just leave it here James, we dont need it anymore, Sirius said, glancing back towards the door, which was still open ajar. James shook his head. It may be wise to start your searching right here where you are, for some things that seem miles away may really not be far. Huh? Peter asked. The poem, thats the last line of the poem, Remus said. James we dont need the poem anymore we have all four pieces already. James gasped. Theres a border around the poem, he said, holding the diary where the others could see. It wasnt here before I think it says something. Remus squinted. James if thats more words, good luck trying to read it. Its way too tiny.

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Sirius grinned ear to ear. Well Remus, that wouldnt be a problem if you just learned how to look closer. Immediately, the page zoomed in on the top left corner of the border surrounding the poem. After a silent moment, the four boys put their heads together over the diary, reading aloud the ancient words as they passed along the page.

If you're reading this then you have found the scepters parts, To come this far you truly must be one of noble heart. The time has come for separation now to be undone, And the pieces you have toiled to find now finally fuse to one.

To fair Ravenclaw you proved your spirit and your will, To Slytherin your cunning, strength, agility and skill. To Hufflepuff you found your way through secret worlds and lairs, And to Gryffindor your bravery in the face of all despair.

Now I call the power of time itself to take control Of these weak divided pieces now to form a mighty whole.

As they read the last word of the poem aloud, a bright, beautiful light began to issue from the pages of the diary. The light crept from the pages to Jamess fragment of the scepter and grew, spreading to Sirius and Remuss pieces beside him, and from theirs to Peters. All around them, the light built in intensity, pulsing as if it were alive. To their shock, the fragments of the scepter and the diary suddenly pulled away from their fingertips as if magnetized to one another, and fused with another brilliant burst of golden light. The scepter was whole again, hovering and spinning in luminous glory above the diary that led to it. Finally, the light faded and the scepter floated gracefully to the ground, landing on top of the yellowing pages of the old diary.

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Blimey Sirius whispered. A shadow appeared in the doorway. Blimey is right. The four boys spun around, their wands at the ready. Into the moonlight strode Professor Turnbill, grinning and wide eyed. Easy, easy boys. I cant believe it is that what I think it is? Siriuss mouth hung open in confusion; Peter was shaking like a leaf. Remus looked positively mutinous. Youll have to kill us if you want to take it. Kill you? Turnbill asked incredulously. Dock Gryffindor a couple points for being out of bed at this hour perhaps, but why on earth would I want to kill you Remus? Jamess wand dropped to his side limply as he strained to see Turnbill without his glasses on. But but the hospital wing, the corridor Excuse me? Turnbill repeated. James I dont under He was interrupted by an explosion as the door blasted aside in a shower of silver sparks. Through the smoldering wreckage, a second Turnbill strode into the small trophy room. His wide, angry eyes darted from Sirius to Remus, from James to Peter, and finally came to rest on Turnbill, who looked equally as surprised as any of the boys. The second Turnbills scratched and bleeding face contorted into an expression of fury. Edrian! Professor Turnbill shook his head sadly as realization crossed his face. Eben, what have you become? What have you done? Eben laughed maniacally, lifting his sleeve to reveal a monstrous tattoo of a skull with a snake lolling out of its mouth instead of a tongue. Edrian, Edrian always the weaker of us two. It makes me sick to admit youre my brother. Have a little perspective. In whose hand do you think our future lies? Dumbledores time is over. The Dark Lord is rising. Those who stood by the old fool will soon regret their choice of allegiance.

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Professor Turnbill shook his head. Your Lords confidence and ambition may someday be his own downfall. As the two exchanged, James became aware of Sirius covertly trying to catch his eye with a significant glance. What? he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Sirius beckoned to the piece on the floor. Understanding, James quietly, slowly slid his foot behind him, feeling for the scepter. If you dont join us, Edrian, Im afraid the two of us will have to be enemies, Eben said, lifting his wand to point directly between Professor Turnbills eyes. James felt his foot catch on the scepter, and began dragging it forward. STUPEFY. Eben bellowed, turning his wand on James. NO! Professor Turnbill shouted, throwing himself into his brother just as the jet of red light emitted from his wand. The spell whizzed past Jamess left ear, rustling his untidy dark hair, and struck Peter directly in the forehead. PETER! Remus cried, catching Peter as he crumpled unconscious to the ground. Eben threw his brother to the ground and pointed his wand at him. Petrificus Totalus! Professor Turnbill froze and went rigid as a board as Eben straightened up and turned his dark, demented eyes towards the boys. Whos first? James, Sirius, RUN! Remus roared, charging directly at Eben, who taken off guard, was knocked backwards into a trophy case. It smashed, sending bits of glass and trophies everywhere. James knelt to grab the scepter before he and Sirius fled the room, hearing only shouts and breaking glass behind them. Suddenly, Siriuss heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Over the banging and the crashes back in the trophy room, he discerned a spell that he recognized. AVADA KEDAVRA!

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NO! James screamed, stopping dead in his tracks to look back over his shoulder. Come on James, Sirius panted, grabbing Jamess elbow. We have to get the scepter as far away from him as we can! I cant see without my glasses, James said, his stomach turning into painful knots for Remus. You lead, Ill follow you. Just then, Eben burst back out of the trophy room and caught sight of James and Sirius at the end of the corridor. STOP! he bellowed, raising his wand. GO! Sirius shouted. James and Sirius dodged the jets of light, both green and red, as they scrambled up the staircases. At the top of the seventh floor, James shouted to Sirius. Sirius where are you going?! I dont know! Sirius replied, throwing his hands up in the air. Up! A jet of green light struck the banister beneath Jamess hand. They could already hear Ebens gasping breaths. Keep moving! James cried, pulling Sirius away from the edge of the banister. The two of them sprinted along the corridor, past the portrait of the Fat Lady and into the much warmer, darker West Tower. James whats wrong? A very blurry Eloise rose from her chair and gazed down at him in alarm. Eloise! James panted as he ran past. Get help, send Dumbledore. Get somebody! She didnt need telling twice. Eloise disappeared through the side of her frame. As they ascended the staircase to the owlery, the warmth and humidity of the approaching summer made the sweat already forming on their foreheads and backs increase. They burst into the straw laden room, their trainers skidding on the dropping covered floor.

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Theres nowhere else to go! James shouted in alarm. CLIMB! Sirius shouted, grabbing onto the first ledge of the owlery above. James followed, and the two furiously climbed towards the window, smearing their hands and robes with owl droppings. With a soft hooting, something light with salt and pepper wings landed on Jamess shoulder. Hera, take the scepter! The young owl tried her best to grip the heavy block of obsidian, but no matter how hard she tried she could not lift it. Just then, Eben burst into the room. He looked more crazed than evermouth frothing, his eyes bulging, hair a mess, and his robes and face torn and scratched from Mrs. Norriss earlier attack. Hera hooted with alarm, and as if by some protective instinct, dove furiously towards him. Depulso, he said lazily. Hera, as if struck by an invisible Quidditch beater, flew backwards in a stream of feathers and out one of the owlery windows. HERA! James screamed. Eben only laughed a long, cold, uncaring laugh and began climbing after Sirius and James. Where do you kids think youre going? The roof is the only place we have left to go! Sirius shouted down to James, and he shimmied out one of the open windows near the ceiling. James followed, dodging another jet of red light. The wide expanse of the lake was all around them, reflecting the bright crescent moon. What would have been a pleasant summer breeze rippled through their hair as James and Sirius clambered as far across the roof as they could. Eventually, they hit a dead end. Eben squeezed out of the same window after them and approached menacingly, his wand pointed threateningly at James. Give me the scepter, he said outstretching the palm of his free hand towards them. You have nowhere else to run.

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James gaze fell to the scepter in his hands, the source of all the trouble and uncertainty. He turned to look at Sirius, who returned a small, sad smile, as if to say we tried our hardest. Perhaps you would like to see your friend taste the killing curse? Eben mused, turning his wand on a wide-eyed Sirius. You foolish child Give it to me now, or you will watch me torture him before he dies. Sirius spit in his face. James looked from Ebens outstretched hand back to the scepter in his own dirty hands. A strange feeling began in his toes, an almost palpable hum that rose through his body to the top of his head. The scepter was reminding him that it was alive, awake ready. Take us away from here, somewhere anywhere, he whispered to his reflection in the smooth, black surface. AVADA KEDAVRA! yelled Eben, but as the spell escaped his lips, time slowed down. Sirius closed his eyes just as the burst of green light gathered at the tip of Ebens wand and froze. With a deep, vibrating hum, the scepter tore James away from the scene into a whirling vortex of light. He could see flashes of places and people, hear snatches of words, shouts, conversations; he could even feel the hours, years, and decades thunder by in a great maelstrom of life and time as the scepter took him away to whichever place and time it desired to show him. See you at Christmas. James became aware of concrete beneath his hands and knees. With a plummeting feeling in his heart, he realized that Sirius had been left behind. It was probably because he hadnt been touching the scepter. James wished upon wish that he would be all right. Suddenly, a train whistle blared, startling him to his feet. He gasped when he realized where he was, despite the fact that everything was still blurry without his glasses. It was Kings Cross Station, but some things looked different. The benches along the wall had certainly never been there before, and the struts along the ceiling were red, not green like they had been that fall. Suddenly, his attention

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was drawn to two figures standing nearby, a father his young son, whose small, thin face looked terrified. What if Im in Slytherin? James gasped, his heart pounding. Even without his glasses, he could see. The father was him. A much older version of him. The older version of himself crouched down so that the little boys face was slightly above his own and whispered something back. James fought to get closer, attempting to maneuver around the carts and trolleys, the sea of parents saying their last parting words to their children before they boarded the Hogwarts Express. No one seemed to take any mind of the boy covered in owl droppings trying to force his way through the crowd. But if it matters to you, youll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin, the older version of James was saying. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account. James swelled with pride. Here it was right in front of him. The asps that had whispered such horrible secrets to him and Sirius last winter were wrong. He would know his child after all, and he would live to pass his own fathers advice to his son. Really? the boy said, his face full of wonder. It did for me, the older James said. Now the doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents were swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders. James wanted to run up to the older version of himself, to ask him so many questions He was about to close the last few feet between them, when the small boy jumped into the carriage and a woman closed the door behind him. She had red hair. Lily young James whispered, stopping in his tracks. She was too blurry and too far away to see her face, but he knew from the red hair that it had to be her. As the train began to move, the older James walked alongside it, watching his sons thin face, already ablaze with excitement. He kept smiling and waving to the little boy, though James could tell from the look on his own older

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face that it probably felt like a bereavement, watching his son glide away from him. James found it in himself to hold back, for he knew he could not interrupt that moment for himself. Someday, when he was grown and that moment really came, would he think to turn around and see his eleven year old self hesitating just feet away? The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner, and the older Jamess hand was still raised in farewell as Lily walked to his side and whispered something to him. James felt his insides twist with happiness, with longing to go there longing to be there. Yearning to live it rather than watch as a bystander. The scepter wouldnt show something that was not truly destined to be would it? As if deciding James had seen enough, the deep, vibrating hum returned and the scepter tore James away from the scene, from seeing Lily taking Jamess hand in her own. The flashes of places and people, snatches of conversation flew backwards decades, years, hours flew by in the tumultuous reverse. James once again stood on the roof with Sirius at the mercy of Eben, whose wand was still raised towards Sirius, with his other hand still outstretched towards James. AVADA KEDAVRA! he shouted, and the green bolt of light once again erupted from his wand. FREEZE! cried James, and quite suddenly, everything stopped. James waited, but nothing else happened. The scene merely stayed entirely frozen, with Sirius squeezing his eyes shut, the green jet of light only inches away from his chest. James dared to breathe again, and realized he could move freely without disrupting the stillness of the scene. It was a strange sensation that once again left James with the feeling of being watched by some invisible audience. James looked critically at Sirius, a rare frozen glimpse of someone preparing for their own death. Not just anyone, James thought. My best friend.

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James carefully pushed Sirius to the side, far enough away that the killing curse would miss. It was then that James noticed Siriuss hand, frozen in the middle of reaching for his pocket. Curious, James reached inside and pulled out what Sirius had probably been searching for. His electric blue downside upper. Words from Siriuss Uncle Alphard came back to him. and never ever use this coin unless there is a ceiling above your head using it outdoors would be most unwise The corner of Jamess mouth twitched into a smile as he flipped the coin into the air towards Ebens outstretched palm. It hovered above his palm, turning over and over and over, as if waiting for Jamess command. Unfreeze. The jet of light hit the brick wall and Sirius gasped, safely out of the way. James had just enough time to catch the look of confusion and surprise on Ebens demented face before the coin landed on his open palm, and launched him into the sky, screaming. The coin fell to the ground where he had stood, spinning to a stop before squarely landing on tails. Sirius picked up the coin, laughing, and put it back in his pocket. He didnt call it. James was about to laugh too, but high, high, above them, Eben called out. REDUCTO! From out of the heavens, the last curse of Eben Turnbill came soaring back to earth. Look out! James roared, pushing Sirius back towards the owlery window, but it was too late. The roof exploded as the spell made contact with it, and James felt himself get blasted far away from the roof of the owlery. The wind whistled in his ears as he accelerated toward the lake below, but strangely, he felt his body slowing down. Im imagining it That was James last thought before he knew no more.

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Chapter 18 The Mark Revealed

James became vaguely aware of a bright light streaming directly into his eyes. Heaven? James thought. No, that cant be. What about what I saw in the scepter? I cant be dead! James shouted, sitting upright. No, you most certainly are not dead, James. James blinked a few times, trying to figure out whose voice spoke. Everything was still blurry, and his intense headache did not make it any better. Here, the voice said, and James felt his glasses being passed to his hand. Putting them back on, James stared directly into the face of Albus Dumbledore, who sat pleasantly near his bedside. Professor Dumbledore? Yes, James. It seems you have had some very interesting adventures during your first year here at Hogwarts. James nodded dumbly. Then, suddenly, everything came back to him. Where is Sirius? And Peter? Remus? Is Remus okay? Mrs. Norris! And and Hera, Madam Pomfrey! Dumbledore smiled serenely. They are all fine, James. James flooded with relief. Professor Dumbledore, we found it! We found the Bolt of Ages! Where is it? I had it when I fell what happened when I fell? Dumbledore waited patiently for James to get all his questions out before answering. Before I answer your questions, let me tell you how proud I am that you, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were all able to finish the quest that neither I nor other wizards much more skilled than myself could. James flushed with pride.

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Perhaps, Dumbledore continued, us older and more experienced wizards should be reminded to always listen to and appreciate the ideas of our younger, much more creative pupils. Where is the Bolt of Ages? Dumbledore folded his hands over his lap. I was able to stop you during your fall, but the scepter I could not. It disappeared into the lake, and James, as you and I are the only two people who know its current location, I suggest we leave it there. Why? James asked. His hopes were falling, but for reasons he could not quite understand. Dumbledores blue eyes softened. James, I do not know the extent to which you tried the Bolt of Ages for yourself, but if I may speak from experience, as a boy I too sought great and powerful things, perhaps not out of the best place in my heart. I only looked only forward. I never looked around me, and as a result, I missed out on the greatest gift in my life. James was about to ask what, but something told him not to. It was a sense that he would somehow be intruding on something private, something that still carried a great deal of grief for Dumbledore. Seeming grateful for Jamess silence, Dumbledore smiled softly. Here and now are gifts that we should never take lightly. The past should not be changed, because we learn what we are supposed to learn from it and what we learn from our past makes us who we are. As for the future, what kind of life would it be if we always knew what to expect around every turn? A boring one, James answered. Exactly, Dumbledore replied. Sir, James said, drawing his knees up to his chest, What will Voldemort do now that Eben Turnbill is dead? Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback to hear James say Voldemorts name aloud.

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James, I will not lie to you. Voldemort knows your name now, and because you have defied him, you, along with your family and friends, may no longer be safe. James sat bolt upright. My mum and dad, Merlin James, please relax, Dumbledore said, smiling pleasantly to a very concerned looking Madam Pomfrey as she came bustling in at Jamess raised voice. I assure you, the staff of the school and I have your family and friends well protected. How? asked James. Dumbledore leaned close. I will share this with you because it concerns you, but I must ask you to exercise caution in sharing this information with others. I believe the time has come for us to respond to the growing threat of Voldemort and his followers. We are organizing a defensive order to watch his movements, and when necessary, protect those we feel will become targets. Jamess eyes grew wide. I want to help! I want to join! Dumbledore shook his head. I am afraid at this time in your life you are not yet prepared. When will I be? Dumbledores eyes twinkled with amusement or could it be pride? If any luck is on our side, James, by the time you are old enough, there will be no need for the order to exist at all. Disappointment spread through James as he slumped miserably back on the pillows. If it is any consolation, Dumbledore said, gathering his robes and rising from the chair, I had this conversation with Mr. Black earlier this morning. He responded exactly as you did, and I gave him the same answer I gave you. James remembered with a jolt what day it was. My History of Magic Exam! Ive missed it!

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Dumbledore chuckled. You and your friends will not need to worry about that. I daresay youve had plenty of independent study in History of Magic this year. After all, we have no way of knowing if you used the scepter to see the answers before sitting the exam, do we? With a wink, he turned to leave the ward. Sir? James asked. Dumbledore paused to look back. Would the scepter ever show something that might not happen? A small, understanding smile crept across Dumbledores old features. No, James. It shows what was, and what will be. The real trick, however, is understanding what you have seen. Before he turned away to go, Dumbledores eyes twinkled once more, but for reasons he could not understand, James sensed a small amount of sadness behind his smile. Before he had any more time to think about it, Dumbledore was gone.

By the time Madam Pomfrey let James leave the hospital wing, the exam period was over, and almost everyone had gone outside to enjoy what was left of the summer day. James walked alone out onto the front steps of the castle and scanned the grounds for any hint of his friends, finally spotting them beneath an old beech tree near the lake. Hey guys, he said, walking up behind them. In the summer haze, the bright orange sun was just beginning to sink low on the horizon. Good to see you James, Remus said, his back against the trunk of the tree. I rescued your invisibility cloak for you its in your trunk upstairs. Sirius filled us in on what happened at least what he could remember Sirius shrugged. When the reductor curse hit the roof I was blasted backwards into a turret and I broke my arm, but Madam Pomfrey patched it up right away. James turned to Remus.

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What about you? I thought for sure he used the killing curse on you! Remus laughed. When I pushed Eben into the trophy case and he began to say the killing curse, I reacted the first way I could and grabbed the nearest trophy to block it. The spell bounced off and hit the wall, but I got knocked out. Poor T. M. Riddles award has a nice big burn on it though. Good luck to whoever has to polish that one. Remus, you really didnt have to help us escape like that, James said. You really could have been killed. Remus shrugged. Someone had to do something. Besides, you guys really are my first real friends, like my mom said before Christmas. Sirius perked up. After the encounter with his mother happened, Remus had never mentioned it again. Shes right, he continued. Its hard for people like me For a moment, it looked as if he was fighting a very hard internal struggle over whether or not to share more with them. you know, I can be shy when I dont know someone, he finished, slightly deflated. James was sure he wasnt telling the entire truth, but after what Remus had done for him and Sirius, he didnt want to press the issue. James sank down in the warm grass next to Sirius, gazing out upon the brilliant red and gold reflections on the surface of the lake. The scepter is out there somewhere. Sirius smiled. Maybe the squid is time surfing. Everyone laughed. In the years to come, James would always fondly remember that quiet moment at the very end of the long journey. In later years, he never could recall exactly what it was they talked about all afternoon, or what their eleven year old plans for the gloriously unknown future were, but he would always remember the relief and the contentment he felt to be with his closest

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friends talking into the late dusk, until the very last scarlet hues of the summer sun vanished beneath the dark horizon.

Watch where youre going! Sorry! Sirius called out, swerving the trolley containing his school trunk at top speed around an extremely annoyed Lucius Malfoy. James was gaining on him. Hold on Hera! James laughed, swerving around Lucius other side, nearly neck in neck with Sirius. Hera, with her left wing bandaged from Ebens attack, somehow managed to hold on, but not without casting a few haughty glances back at James to slow down. A few moments later, Peter emerged from the crowd. Wait up guys! he panted. Remus brought up the rear, walking briskly, apologizing for his friends antics to everyone in the wake of their impromptu race. It was hardly necessary, though. After a rumor started at the end of year feast that James Potter and Sirius Black blew up part of the castle roof as a practical joke, everyone wanted to get a closer look at them. James was about to put on a particularly good burst of speed, when he suddenly spotted Professor Turnbill wading among the students, saying his goodbyes. Much to Heras relief, he slowed down. Professor? Im sorry about everything this year, and about your brother. Turnbill smiled warmly, putting a heavy hand on Jamess shoulder. Its really no problem, James. You and your friends truly are incredible wizards, having accomplished what you have. Eben made bad choices, and he faced the consequences of it. James nodded, looking down at his feet. Hopefully we can have a better year next year. The smile on Turnbills face faded. James, I wont be coming back next year. Horrified shock erupted on Jamess face.

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Why! Turnbill laughed. As youve probably guessed by my collection, being a teacher isnt my first profession. Ive been asked to retrieve an artifact this fall, so Im afraid I wont be able to be here again. Suddenly, James remembered the Pendant of Bast. Pulling it out of his robes pocket, he handed it back to Turnbill. Here, Mrs. Norris and I borrowed this from you. Turnbill turned the pendant over in his hands for a moment, looking slightly taken aback, but then handed it back to James. While I have no idea how you managed to find this James, I want you to keep it. After all of your hard work this year, you deserve it. Jamess heart leapt. Really? Turnbill nodded. Have a good summer holiday, James. Im sure well see each other again. James grinned and turned to go, but a small question in the back of his mind resurfaced. Professor? he asked awkwardly, do you have a tattoo on your left arm? Turnbill nodded. Yes I do, James. I would show you, but Headmaster Dumbledore has kindly asked me not to draw attention to it. What is it of? James asked, hoping he would at least tell him. Turnbill took a deep breath, and surveyed James. After a few moments consideration, he took a furtive look to the left and right before leaning down closer. It is the sign of the legendary Deathly Hallows, Turnbill answered softly. I, along with many others, have searched for them all my life. We use

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the symbol to reveal ourselves to other believers, in the hope that we may help one another in the Quest. James was about to ask exactly what the Deathly Hallows were, but the train whistle sounded behind him, signaling for all students to get on board. Thanks Professor, James said, waving as he hurried to get his cart on the train. Ill see you again soon I hope! Turnbill smiled and waved back, his robe sleeve falling down to reveal a strange mark on his left forearm an eye enclosed in a triangle. As soon as he was sure James had seen it, he quickly rolled his sleeve back down with a wink.

The journey on the train was much too fast for James. One moment they were looking out the windows onto Hogsmeade Station, and just a few Chocolate Frogs later, Kings Cross Station. See you soon, guys! Peter called over his shoulder, making his through the crowd to his mother and sisters outstretched arms. Take care of that owl, James, Remus said, bending to look at Hera through the bars. Youll need her so all of us can keep in touch all summer. With a sincere smile, he waved to all of them before leaving to find his family. James watched Remuss retreating back, but suddenly noticed another family nearby Lilys. besides, an older, snobby girl was saying, at MY school we learned how to do algebra, and how to make volcanoes out of baking soda Lily, who was attempting to at least appear slightly interested in what her sister was saying, spotted James watching and managed a small smile and wave. James waved back, returning her smile. Sirius, James said, feeling slightly uncomfortable, do you remember everything the asps said to us in Slytherins room? Sirius nodded. I told you, I refu I know now it wasnt true, James said plainly. Siriuss handsome brow creased.

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How? James told him about the scepters flash forward, but as he came to it, he made a decision to omit Lily from the story. Wow, Sirius breathed. See, I told you. Where was I? Was I there? Did I have any kids? James frowned. Now that he thought about it, Sirius had been mysteriously absent from the scene, as were Peter and Remus. At seeing Siriuss hopeful stare, he couldnt bear to tell him the truth. Yeah, you were there too. You looked good. Sirius chuckled. Well, if Im alive then, at least I can be as reckless as I want now. Just then, something brown and furry planted its front paws on Jamess shirt. Hera hooted in fright. Merlin! James laughed, scratching the old German Shepard behind the ears. Sirius dropped to his knees to pet the big dog. I wish I was you, Merlin. I dont want to spend another summer with my parents. Chasing my tail around in Jamess backyard sounds like a lot more fun. James smiled. Well maybe next summer, you can just come home with me. Im sure my parents would take you in in a heartbeat. Really? Sirius beamed. Yeah, James grinned. and we can go on more exciting and dangerous quests. For what this time? laughed Sirius. The Deathly Hallows. James said matter of factly. The what?.. Sirius asked. I dont know what they are, said James, but Im sure we can find out. And so they crossed the barrier back to the outside world, with one journey behind them, and many more ahead.

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