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Chapter 3 : Daunted Dialogue
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A/N: Probably should have said this before now, so sorry if anyone was confused: OC information is in my bio.
"I guess we'll let you all alone," Mad-Eye announced, his magical eye spinning madly in its socket. He jabbed a thumb at the door. "He just woke up."
The door swung open, and James found himself face-to-face with none other than Sirius Black. He could see some people leaving the kitchen behind him, and others staying at the table.
"Hey, buddy," Sirius said with a huge grin, filling the semi-awkward silence.
James coun't ever remember being so glad to see Sirius in his entire life. It meant that he was finally out of that hell, that he and Lily still had a chance at life.
A chance at life with Harry.
James grabbed Sirius and pulled him into the tightest hug he could muster, Sirius hugging him back.
Remus and Jasmine got up as well and went over to their friends.
James hugged Remus next. "Hi, Moony."
"Good to have you back, Prongs."
"Oh no, not you," James groaned jokingly, hugging Jasmine all the same.
Harry was the only one who had yet to get up.
Once the hugging had come to an end, James stood back and observed his three friends.
"What the hell happened to you guys?" he asked half to them, half to himself. Sirius' face, once handsome and full of life, was now gaunt and his eyes seemed deadened and haunted. Remus, organized and caring, somewhat, about the impression of his appearance, had several premature gray hairs and his robes were shabby and worn. Jasmine, perhaps, looked the best out of all of them, but James didn't miss the pain and suffering her once joyous and energetic eyes concealed. None of the Marauders had the glowing mischief hanging about them as they did years ago.
"We were about to ask you the same thing," Remus said.
"Yeah, we're not the only ones looking like hell around here," Sirius joked.
"Mhmm. And you should look like hell after what we did to get you in here," Jasmine added knowledgably.
James' expression jumped to concern.
"And what the fuck did you do to get me in here?" he asked monotoned.
"Well, this house is protected by the Fidelius Charm, right?" Jasmine started.
"Right..." James answered cautiously.
"And since you were unconscious, you couldn't read the paper with the address to get
"And since we got here on broomsticks, I flew you up way high over the house, and dropped you down. You went CRASH! through the roof, and landed on the couch... I still have good aim."
"I went WHAT?! through the roof?!"
The Marauders burst out laughing.
"Aw, c'mon Prongs, you don't really think we'd let her shove you off a broom Merlin knows how many feet in the air, do ya?" Sirius asked.
"Well ya did in sixth year!" James reminded him.
"No, what we did was use that spell thing to make you transform - that's how we confirmed it was actually you, too - then tied your front hooves together and your back hooves together, stuck a pole between the ties of your legs, hoisted the pole on own shoulders, and carried you inside, since the charm doesn't work on animals."
The Marauders were laughing again.
"You don't really think we'd let her tie you up like we just got back from a hunting trip, do ya?" Remus asked.
"You did that in sixth year, too!"
"Man, you had a tough sixth year."
"Only 'cause of you."
Jasmine spat out her tongue. "We really did use that spell to make you transform to get you in, though."
"I got that much," James answered, annoyed.
"Do you wanna tell us why you showed up after fourteen years looking like shit now?" Sirius asked.
James answered sarcastically and harshly. "Take a wild guess."
Remus nodded in understanding, and Jasmine and Sirius decided not to press the matter. James could see their questions building up, and was greatful when they still didn't pursue them.
James swallowed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's ok," Sirius assured him.
"Besides, I'm sure our stories of life are much more interesting than yours, anyways."
"Oh really? How so?"
Jasmine took a deep breath. "Remus can't get a job because he's a werewolf and is flat out broke, so as you can imagine, his life's quite literally in the dumps; Sirius spent twelve years in Azkaban and then broke out, now he's still on the run and stuck in this house which caused his life to turn back to crap; I went to the madhouse for a day and now just hate my sucky life due to all the sucky things it is filled with; but you seemed to have had the worst time of all. Anything else you want to know?" She said that all with her one breath.
For a moment, James just stared. "Um, no, I think that covered it."
"Oh, wait, Prongs, you've gotta hear this!" Sirius was practically jumping up and down, his eyes alight and seeming awake to life for the first time since James had seen him.
"Shut up, Sirius," Remus said simply.
"Moony and Jasy aren't together anymore! Now our Remmy is in the middle of a fiery relationship complete with hot, steamy sex with a pink-haired Auror thirteen years younger than himself who just happens to be Jasy's niece!"
James started laughing.
"Shut up!" Remus said, drawn out and aggrivated, his cheeks turning red. "We don't have, as you so eloquently put it, Padfoot, 'hot, steamy sex'."
"Yeah," Jasmine nodded. "She did say you were kind of rusty under the sheets."
"Shut up! I haven't even shagged her! And I'm not trying to either!"
James chose to ignore the last coment. "Wow, Moony, I always thought Sirius would've been the one to date some chick over a decade younger than himself that he couldn't keep up with!"
"Shut up!" Remus repeated.
"Hey!" Sirius' laughter died down.
"Well, this has been jolly ol' fun, but it's getting late, so I'll just tuck these two in for the night." Jasmine stood and grabbed the fronts of Remus' and Sirius' robes, dragging them out of the kitchen behind her.
As the door shut, James turned to Harry; he still had his head down, even through all of that. James was glad his friends had left him alone with his son, just like he was glad they were careful to avoid the subject of Lily, it was just easier.
He looked up; except for the eyes and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, James may have been looking in a mirror, but Harry's eyes were still his mother's, even as they were brimmed with tears.
Does he not want me back? James thought to himself, horrified and confused.
Harry wiped his eyes. "I-I'm sor-r-ry, bu-u-"
"About what?" James asked concernedly, he had to know.
"I never thought I'd-I'd ever meet you."
James' face relaxed considerably after hearing those words.
"I never thought I'd meet you either," he confessed.
What Harry did next surprised him more than anything; with a smile that lit up the room, Harry jumped off his seat and ran to James, throwing his arms around his father for the first time in his life, crying into his chest.
James held Harry close to him, tears forming in his own eyes as the snake-dagger weighed heavily on his heart. He couldn't have done it before, he wasn't going to do it now.
"I love you, son," he muttered into Harry's hair.
"I love you, too, Dad," Harry whispered back, so silently that James could've missed it.
But he didn't. Being called 'Dad' made James feel prouder than he could remember being since Harry was born, and before that, Lily becoming his wife, as well as lighting a burning fire of love and protection; here was his family, as soon as they got Lily back.
Neither Potter noticed another figure slid into the room unnoticed by any outside, or felt the shocked silence that seemed to vibrate off the walls as the greasy-haired, hook-nosed professor took in the scene before him.
"You?!" Severus Snape snarled.
A/N: Reviews are welcome! = )
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