Hello! Are you still there? I am sooo SORRY! i don't think I can say it enough! This chapter has been done for a couple of weeks but I've been having some minor technical and personal dificulties.. I do hope this majes up for it and that some are still out there. It has been likew this with all my stories! AHH

So, this chapter actually was a little harder because I was trying to sound more real. It is kind of longer soo. yeah. I DO hope that you read this and review. If you want to say something, your opinion, or want something I am still open for any ideas.

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The Boy Who Lived

There was a tapping at the magical window in the Room of Requirement. The four adults sat on the sofa in the early hours of November first. At random hours through out the night each person had found another on the sofa, none able to sleep. James looked over at the window and swallowed. He knew it would be best if he saw the Prophet before Lily just in case it was too much.

He pushed himself off the sofa and felt the three pairs of eyes on him as he opened the window.

A barn owl swept in and perched in front of him, sticking out his leg. James untied the prophet and gave the barn owl two knuts. He opened it and looked it over, thankful that he had looked first.

'THE DARK LORD VANISHED! WORLD IN CELABRATION'

It showed a photo of their house in Godric's Hallow. Destroyed, you could easily tell where the action happened.
James felt so stupid! How could he have left his curtains open? Or not hear the door blast crooked off it's hinges? Voldemort had walked past his bedroom to murder his son, but did he wake? NO!

Lord Voldemort appeared at James and Lily Potter's cottage in Godric's Hallow late last night, October 31, 1982.
Aurors stating that Voldemort is gone at this present time, and that the Potter family is safe and out of harm. As we are happy to finally hear about the Potters, we wonder why and how Voldemort went after them.

"Because a treacherous little bleeder," muttered Sirius, who was now reading it over James shoulder by the window. Lily was staring at him from the sofa, Remus staying next to her.

"Is that your new favorite insult?" James smirked quietly, not taking his eyes off the Prophet.

"It's just his name, I can't help it if it's insult," he growled back. Eyes scanning the article.

James looked through the article. Reading sentences like, 'This house will stand like this, a memorial for the magic that could have torn this family apart and the way we were freed by the Dark Lord.' and 'Please read the prophet's morning addition tomorrow morning for our latest news and ideas for this subject.

VOLDEMORT GONE!'

The whole prophet was about them. One went into much detail from interviews and witnesses.

"Oh god," James and Sirius blanched at the same time.

"What!" Lily took her opportunity to jump up and sprint over to them, Remus couldn't catch her.

'HARRY POTTER, THE BOY WHO LIVED!'

"Oh my god!" Lily gasped, snatching the paper out of her husband's hands and turning around to read it. James looked equally as helpless to his two best friends as they did to him.

Lily read aloud.

"'After various interviews with witnesses, muggle and magic-folks, it is with great pleasure I announce to you readers that Lord Voldemort is gone.
Harry J. Potter, born July 31st, 1981, has been said to have done it. Weather or not he has more powers than us, even for a baby, we do not know.
We do know, however, that Mr. Potter survived the killing curse. A party of aurors searched the cottage in Godric's Hallow after the appearance and stated;

"The house is empty. No Potters or the Dark Lord. It did happen in the baby's room, that's where it's burnt. We assume it isn't livable any longer, but we will get people on it our earliest in the morning. We warn families not to let your guard down and to forget everything, there are still Death Eaters."
Albus Dumbledore confirmed to Cornelius Fudge, newly appointed Minister of Magic, that all three Potters are safe. He also broke the news that, Sirius Black is innocent. Peter Pettigrew was taken to the ministry and awaits his trial this afternoon, sentenced to Azkaban.'"

She spun around and gaped at them, Sirius had a twisted smirk on his face that made Lily shiver, sometimes you could tell he was a Black.

James had an unreadable expression, happy that Peter was getting something for his act, but sick that he'd have to live with dementors. Peter wasn't strong enough, he was so helpless- 'Stop it, James, he tried to kill your son!'

Remus seemed to be having the same inward argument with himself as well.

"I want to go to his trial," Sirius said loudly. James and Remus looked at Lily, Lily could see James wanted to go.

"I don't know if I can be that close without murdering him, James," Lily sighed, smiling at the men's smirks.

"Stay with Dumbledore," James told her, talking with his hands.

Lily raised a brow.

"A man just tried to kill our son, I'd like if you stayed with some one like Albus," James told her seriously. Lily sighed but nodded.

Sirius and Remus bounded to their rooms and James hugged Lily.

He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. And Lily closed her eyes and hugged James.

"The war's over," James whispered, his face buried in the crook of her neck, bending his knees a little because of the height difference.

Lily grinned and kissed him on the lips. She knew what he meant. They had decided that after war they'd try to have another kid. James was a sucker for girls, but he knew 'if the second one I push out is a boy we're stickin' with the boys!', quoted by pregnant Lily herself.

"Maybe tomorrow," Lily closed her eyes and gave James' body one last squeeze before he went to their room to be dressed.

James came out a couple minutes after Sirius and Remus listening to Harry, who sat on his father's hip, in a pair of baby jeans and an orange t-shirt on.

"Look who was up!" James sang to the three, all of them smiled and Lily planted a feathery kiss on his forehead.

"I got a message from Molly and Arthur," Lily informed James.

"Is something wrong?" James asked immediately, they liked the Weasleys and the maurarders were good friends with Fabian and Gideon.

"No," she soothed. "There is an Order meeting tomorrow morning, and they said Fabian and Gideon are going to Worm's trial."

"I reckon there'd be a lot of people at the trial," Sirius put in after swallowing a lump of food.

"They'll get us good spots, though," Remus smiled bitterly. "James will be practically royal."

James rolled his eyes. "If they treat me royal I don't want Harry going out there."

"Point taken," Remus and Sirius muttered together. They blocked all thoughts of how famous Harry was going to be out of their mind and finished breakfast.

They walked to Dumbledore's office, taking mostly secret passages to avoid the students of Hogwarts that were buzzing about them.

"Can we go up?" James asked, pulling Harry back towards him as the little boy tried to venture off and touch things. The gargoyle looked them over and seemed to recognize them and was still for a moment. Then; "The Headmaster will see you." Before Remus even knocked on the door Dumbledore's voice said to "Come in."

"And what is this pleasure due by? Are you needing something?" he asked them, smiling at Harry, who had tripped and was pushing himself back onto his small legs, looking around the office in awe as he had all the previous times.

"The three of us are going to the hearing, sir, and we- okay I- was wondering if someway Lily and Harry could stay with some one?" James asked.

"Ah," Dumbledore acknowledged.

"Well they would be perfectly safe anywhere on the grounds, protection wise. But I am sure Hargrid would be delighted to see Lily and little Harry in his cabin. I suggest, however, if you have not eaten you stop by the kitchen for a nip before you go down," he smiled at them, eyes twinkling gently.

Harry had let out a small gasp when Dumbledore mentioned Hagrid and now stood gazing at him with his mouth in an 'o'. The adults chuckled, knowing that Harry loved

Hagrid back just as equally as Hagrid love him.

"We've eaten, sir," Lily answered, grinning at Harry as she scooped him up and hitched him on her hip, for he was getting too close to the glass and more fragile objects, she was even more pariniod over her baby boy because of last night than she was before.

"And Harry and I would love to visit Hagrid," she got Harry to wave merrily at the elder professor, who waved back playfully, Lily pecked James's cheek and rubbed Sirius's and Remus's arms warmly as she past them, closing the big oak door with a 'click' behind her.

"I have contacted Alastor, guessing correctly that you three would want to attend his hearing, and Minerva should be coming up as we speak to go as well," as if on cue there was a sharp knock on the door.

Sirius swung the door open and shot his eye brows up quickly in a silent greeting.

"Doesn't it start soon, Albus?" she asked, walking into the room.

"Right, you are, you may use my floo," Dmbledore stood up and walked to his fire place. He pointed his wand at the pit and it burst into bright green flames.

The four of them floo'd to the ministry. James was the third to get into the atrium and when Sirius floo'd in after him James nearly pushed him back into the fire place from being swarmed.

There were yells that were questions and shoving for pictures, bright flashes blinded them, James and Sirius froze momentarily with shock. Then, right as a reporter squeezed through there was a 'BOOM' and a bright light.

"SHUT IT!" a deep growl bellowed.

Everything went silent and James looked around for Alastor, the said large man stomped over to them, through the reporters, to McGonagall, Remus, James and Sirius.

"We have somewhere to be, thank you," he growled, he swung his new cane at his side and the people spread out making a walk way for the new comers.

"Level 10, Wizengamot Courtrooms," McGonagal said clearly, stepping into the lift.

The corridor was full of people, mainly the Wizengamot, but the stands were almost full, besides the the ones filing in. Alastor, McGonagal, James, Remus and Sirius picked a bench not in the front, but a few rows back.

James slackened his neck tie, wasn't the room hot? Now that they had gotten there, he felt like going back. There was a loud bang of wood on wood as everyone took their seats.

Peter was brought in by two big aurors, one was a trainee with James and Sirius, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the other seemed old and they hadn't met him yet. He was wheezing hard, watery blue eyes darting around the large room. They put him roughly into the thrown like chair and shackles came out to tie around is wrists and ankles.

"Barty Crouch Sr.," the said man said to the note taker as he took his place at his podium.

"State your name," he ordered of Peter.

"Peter Leroy Pettigrew," the maraurder wheezed, looking around terrified.

The other marauders all took in a breath and looked down at their laps. Maybe they could still go? James shook his head at Remus and Sirius, he wanted to stay.

"Your charge is?" Crouch demanded.

Peter wheezed pathetically in the center of the room, bounded there in front of everybody.

"Being a Death Eater."

"And-?" Crouch groaned, annoyed.

"Failing to stop to the aurors, lying to the aurors, framing a man and turning in an- an innocent f-family," he stated very quietly, but not one person missed it.
Peter's eyes met his friends stony ones, they didn't back down their glare. The criminal began to wheeze even worse.

"You admit that you were Potter's secretkeeper?" Crouch asked, his brows raised.

Peter stared at his friends and ex-professor, his chin trembled but he nodded.

"Voice your answers," demanded Crouch.

"Yes," Peter wheezed.

"You are not, perhaps, covering for one?"

"N-no," Peter stuttered.

"Veritaserum," Crouch leaned back, and put a finger to his chin, examining the scene. The older auror came forward and moved Peter's head, then pouring the truth potion into his gaping mouth.

"Full name," Crounch asked again.

"Peter Leroy Pettigrew," answered an unwheezing automatic-like voice from Peter.

"Your crime?"

"Being a Death Eater, failing to stop to the aurors, lying to the aurors, framing a man and turning in an innocent family," the automatic voice answered.

"Were you the Potter's secret keeper?"

"October 30th, 1991, Sirius Black and James and Lily Potter switched me secret keeper, thinking Voldemort would go after Sirius," he answered.

"Confession?"

"I, Peter Leroy Pettigrew, am a Death Eater who was named secret keeper and turned in am innocent family to the dark lord, framed an innocent man, and tried to run."

James closed his eyes and looked down, taking deep breaths, hands on knees.

"Alright-"

"I'd like to add something, if I can," came the voice left to James, the said man's eyes popped open.

Crouch was looking Sirius over, reconising him, and James. Peter still had his head lolled back and blank eyes, still under the Veritaserum.

"Go ahead," Crouch said quietly.

"How long have you planning to kill Harry James Potter," Sirius breathed, his eyes were glazed like James', Remus's and McGonagall's.

All eyes were back on the victim.

"Since a month before Lily Potter knew she was expecting."

James was suddenly happy Lily hadn't come, because this sick bastard would surely be dead by now, and telling by McGonagall's firm grip on his and Remus arm and Moody's on Sirius- they thought Peter was quite lucky to be alive with them here.

Fabian, Gideon, James and Remus stood at once, the twins behind them, glaring at Pettigrew with pure hatred and betrayal behind their eyes as Pettigrew gagged and looked at them- himself. James faught for his tear not to fall.

That sick bast-

"I present you with the life sentence to Azkaban." Crouch's voice boomed.