Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Here's chapter five, I've been stressing over this chapter for ages now and that's why it took so long to write. Still not completely happy with it, but it's the best I can do for now.

Warning: Mild language?

I'm coming for you

Chapter 5

The world was spinning, there was a heavy darkness suffocating him and Harry felt like he was being compressed and shoved through a small tube, the sensation was uncomfortable but it was over before it proved to be painful, he held desperately onto Lupin's arm to stop himself from falling over as they landed with a loud crack outside a row of old looking houses.

Lupin steadied him before rushing up a set of steps and opening a door with the number twelve on it. Still heavily disorientated, Harry hardly took in his surroundings as he tottered up the steps and stumbled in the house after Lupin, who shut the door quickly behind him and latched a hand on his arm once more.

"Professor what-" But a scream shut him up and made him jump, a portrait, opposite the front door and down the hall was revealed from behind a curtain and a woman with black hair was screaming and yelling at the top of her voice,

"AHHH SCUM OF THE EARTH! A HALF BREED AND HALF BLOOD ENTERING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW DARE YOU SET FOOT IN THIS HOUSE-"

"Oh bloody hell-" Harry just about heard Lupin mutter and he looked at him with wide eyes.

"BLOOD TRAITORS WILL BE NEXT I'LL BET, OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAS BEEN TAINTED, YOU DARE TO ENTER THIS HOUSE, THE HOUSE FOR PURE BLOODS ONLY, BEGON YOU FILTHLY-"

Lupin managed to silence her with a flick of his wand before stalking over to the painting and ripping the curtains back over, shutting away the woman from sight.

"What the hell was-"

"Not now Harry, come on, get up stairs, I need to check on Sirius." Lupin cut him off, talking loudly and ushering Harry towards a set of very old and dusty looking stairs. Harry hardly took in the strange ornaments or what looked like stuffed elves as he was pushed up the stairs gently until they reached the next floor.

"But who-?" He tried again,

"Here we are! I think this used to be Sirius's room when he lived here." Lupin said over him

"Wait- hang on, Sirius lived here? When-"

"Family home, he owns it now, although a little unwillingly, your Godfather and I have been planning on moving in here for weeks, you just met his lovely and welcoming mother."

Harry snorted and looked around a little,

"It sinks." He said dryly, wiping his finger along the door frame and lifting it to reveal horrible grey dust and grime. Lupin chuckled nervously and motioned for him to go further into the room. Harry's head was thumping and he could still feel his heartbeat racing, whatever he had seen was being pushed to the back of his mind where he wouldn't have to deal with it... For now anyway.

"I'm going to go back now, I want you to stay in this room Harry, promise me?" Lupin said quickly, his eyes darting round the room before focusing back on Harry.

"Yeah- about that, who was-"

"Look- I can't explain now-"

"It's Voldemort isn't it?" Harry said darkly, frowning while lifting his hand to rub his scar, it was prickling and felt warm under his fingers. Lupin's eyes followed his hand before he shook his head,

"Like I said- I have no idea. When I get Sirius, I'm going to floo Dumbledore and let him know what's going on-"

"But what is going on? I've heard nothing all summer!" Harry said in frustration, "Nothing! Not a word from anyone, even bloody Ron and Hermione are hiding things from me?"

"Harry-" Lupin said calmly

"No! I need to know what's going on! I was the one in that graveyard months ago!" Harry was practically shouting and Lupin flinched but he ignored him, "I'm the one who saw it all happen! I'm going to be the one to deal with his next plot, which will undoubtedly involve me and my demise!" Harry continued, sarcasm lacing his words as he paced the room, flinging his arms about him in anger filled gestures.

"If- whoever that was-" Harry said, faltering for the first time, "Is after me, I need to know!"

Lupin sighed and leant against the door frame, his closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, suddenly looking a lot older. Harry felt slightly guilty at his outbreak, but still angry about being kept in the dark.

"Look- Harry, I know this is hard for you right now, but I need to make sure your Godfather is safe and not terrorising anybody. I will talk to you about this later, okay?" Lupin moved from the door way and was about to leave when he looked over his shoulder, "Sorry Harry." He muttered and closed the door quietly behind him. Harry could hear him go down the stairs and less than a minute later he had left the house, the front door shutting with a slam, luckily not setting off the portrait again.

Harry stood staring at the door in front of him, his fists opening and closing in repressed anger and frustration, finally he snapped and whirled around kicking a bed side table, making it rattle and causing the draws to open releasing a cloud of dust.

His foot now throbbing, Harry limped slightly across the room to look out the window, the street was empty and the orange glow from the streetlamp was wavering, flickering on and off at times. Sighing loudly, Harry turned around and found another door leading to a small bathroom. The door creaked when he opened it and more dust was disturbed. Coughing and blinking heavily, Harry went across the bathroom to the mirror. A film of grime lingered on his reflection so he pulled up his sleeve and rubbed it across the mirror, clearing it so he could see his gaunt face.

Ignoring his features, Harry focused on his scar, it felt like it was pulsing and moving upon his forehead and when he had moved his fringe from his face, the scar was revealed, looking red and irritated, Harry ran a finger over it and hissed when it prickled at his touch. Closing his eyes and resting his head against the cool mirror, he let out another sigh, images of the afternoon racing behind his eyelids.

"What is going on?" He muttered in a whisper before opening his eyes, leaning back from the mirror and taking off his glasses. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned, wondering what the time was and whether or not his presence had been missed at the Dursley's, he thought about his cousin and his strange behaviour before the Dementor attack. Thinking back on it now, his cousin was probably only acting differently because they were near.

Did that mean that somewhere deep down, Dudley actually gave a damn about him?

Harry snorted, yeah right.

Leaving the bathroom, he looked around the rest of the room, reminded that this was where Sirius had grown up. Through the gloom he could see Gryffindor banners pinned up everywhere, along with posters of quidditch teams and even some muggle posters. Moving closer to one particular wall, Harry's eyes caught on a photo of Sirius and Remus, with what looked like his parents. Feeling his heart race a little, Harry inspected the picture in more detail, warming inside when he recognised his mother's deep red hair and his father's glasses. Harry smiled as they all waved up to him before they looked off into the distance and laughed at something. His mother was looking up at Harry's father, love evident in her eyes, and James leant down to give her a kiss. Harry blushed but his heart was swelling inside, he tried to take the photo down, but it was stuck to the wall with a charm.

"I bet your parents loved that Sirius." Harry said to himself before chuckling.

Turning away from the wall, Harry suddenly felt very tired as all of the days' events caught up with him. Sitting down on the bed, Harry let himself fall back on the covers causing a cloud of dust to envelop him, setting off a nasty coughing fit.

"Oh for f-" A scream cut him off,

"HARRY!" a vaguely familiar voice echoed around The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black

When Sirius and Remus appeared with the supposed form of James Potter Sirius fell over on his face, cursing as Remus repressed the urge to laugh at him. Glaring Sirius stood and brushed himself down,

"Just not used to that, you know, with two other people, it threw me off balance." He said when he had straightened up and crossed his arms across his chest. Remus merely looked at him, amusement clear in his eyes.

"What? It did!" he protested,

"Oh no no, I believe you Sirius." They paused to glare at each other before they remembered what they were supposed to be doing; all amusement was dropped, instantly.

"How was Harry?" Sirius asked quietly as they moved towards the house, keeping the unconscious form lifted from the ground.

"Peeved." Remus answered earning a snort from Sirius, "Well okay, he was angry, confused and really hurt; he doesn't understand why Dumbledore is keeping things from him."

A dark look overcame Sirius's face, "None of us understand why he's doing it, and he deserves to know, out of all others, Harry should have been told first."

"I know Sirius, it's not like I agree, and I just have to be the one to tell him that I can't tell him anything!" Remus let out a sigh and Sirius smirked,

"Dumbledore should be the one to tell him eh?"

"Yeah, he should deal with all this teenage angst." Remus muttered half heartedly, while climbing the steps up to the house. Sirius gave the door a once over, a disgusted look on his face before opening the door and shuffling in backwards.

"Never thought I'd be coming back here-" he said to himself, "especially like this..." Remus nodded his head in silent agreement and shut the door behind him with his foot.

The apparition obviously had some effects on their unconscious and simply unwanted companion as he groaned and started to move his limbs, reaching up with his hand to touch his head. Sirius glanced at Remus who dropped the spell levitating the man; he fell to the ground with a thump,

"Ouch- what?" The man muttered, opening his eyes and wincing in apparent discomfort. Remus pointed his wand at the fallen figure,

"Get up, now." He said darkly, making Sirius look up at him in surprise, he'd never heard his best friend's voice so cold.

"Remus- what are you doing?" The man asked, is tone relaying his confusion, after a few brief seconds his eyes widened and he appeared to have remembered. "Shit- where's Harry?"

"I said get up-" Remus repeated but the man clearly wasn't listening, pushing himself up onto his elbows he glared at them both,

"Where's my son?-!" he hissed before getting up so fast that Remus didn't have time to prepare himself, he was pushed against the wall roughly while the other man stared at him, taking in his face, his eyes calculating.

"Oi, get your hands off him!" Sirius threatened and shoved him away from Remus who quickly recovered and trained his wand on the other man. He looked around the hall, his hands gripping at nothing, looking as if he wanted to go for his wand, when he caught sight of the stairs behind Sirius and Remus he moved forward,

"Harry- Where is he? HARRY!-?" He tried running past them both but they stopped him, grabbing him around the waist in a rugby tackle, Remus grunted at the power of the man as his breath left his lungs. Using all of his strength he managed to throw him back and stick his wand in his ribs, stilling his movement. Remus could tell the man had some sort of training, he could tell when he was beat.

"The living room, if you please." Remus said steadily, jerking his head in the direction he wanted him to go. After a brief pause, the man complied. "Sit down." Remus added stiffly before glancing at Sirius who was staring at the man as he carefully took a seat. "Sirius-" he said softly, startling him out of his daze, "Take my wand and watch him, I need to floo Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore is coming here?" The man asked quickly, making both Remus and Sirius stare at him, Remus ignored him and looked away,

"Just don't hurt him, not until I get back." Sirius nodded and Remus walked over to him, handed him his wand before walking out the room to use the fireplace, not once looking back at the other man. Sirius turned his wand on him and flicked it, causing ropes to tightly coil around his wrists and ankles, the man frowned and looked down before looking back up at Sirius.

"If Dumbledore is coming here then you can't be-"

"Deatheaters?" Sirius said harshly

"Yeah, right." The man said awkwardly, "Not that I believe you or anything, my Sirius would have punched my lights out by now." Sirius frowned,

"Oh I assure you, I'm restraining myself." He replied. The other man seemed to study him for a while before he spoke again.

"How did we first meet?" he said quickly, never looking away from his eyes. Sirius hesitated before answering

"I met James Potter-" he started with a pointed glare, "on the train to Hogwarts, I ran into him knocking us both, with our trunks, over."

"Bloody heavy thing it was too." The man muttered, his eyes flickering with hidden humour. Sirius looked at him carefully before continuing.

"The door of the compartment was pushed open and he and I both landed on the compartment floor, had a right laugh about it too. We decided that it must have been fate."

The man snorted and leant back a little in the chair, seemingly relaxing, although his shoulders were still tense.

"When did we first become proper friends?" he questioned quietly.

Sirius sighed and fiddled with his wand, he was nervous, trying to hide it, but the fact that his dead best friend was talking with him in his old family home unnerved him a little.

"Why do you care-?"

"Just want to make sure of something."

"Fine, I guess we first became friends when we talked about getting sorted, you-" Sirius stopped and the other man raised his brow but said nothing "-James told me about his family being in Gryffindor and I was worried that he wouldn't like me once he found out about my family always being in Slytherin, I told him however, wanting to see his reaction. He surprised me, saying-"

"-And you seemed so nice"

"-And you seemed so nice." Both men said at the same time.

"Sirius?" The man whispered, "Is it really you?"

Sirius was frozen to the spot, his heart beating rapidly and his hands shaking around Remus's wand. His mind was spinning and he looked away from the man for the first time, unable to look into those eyes as they questioned him hopefully.

Damn good actor this Deatheater.

"Shut up-" he said coldly, "Just be quiet! I don't care if you know that, you could have- anyone could have told you that- Peter, anyone! Don't you dare sit there and look at me like you're trying to be him! James Potter is dead and this is messed up-" Sirius stalked towards the other man, leaning over and pressing his wand into his chest.

"Tell me the truth, who are you?"

"Sirius it's me-" he ignored the man and sent a mild shock through the wand, making him jump.

"The truth."

"I am telling the truth! I swear, listen to me, it's me Padfoot-" Sirius snapped and sent another shock, making the man jolt and bite his tongue- hard,

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" Sirius yelled, breathing hard and glaring, utter hatred boiling in his veins,

"Sirius, please-" James tried, but Sirius had enough, he backhanded the man and stood further back to curse him when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Spinning around, Sirius came face to face with Albus Dumbledore, who looked at him with a trace of pity. Clenching his jaw and ignoring the incredulous look Remus was giving him, he spoke,

"He's all yours; the dirty deatheater is full of lies." Dumbledore gave him a wry smile,

"All in good time my boy" He looked over his shoulder "The Veritaserum Remus?" Sirius watched as his best friend extracted a phial from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore. The liquid inside was clear, as if only water resided in there.

Once Dumbledore checked it was the right potion, he looked over at James who was staring at all three of them, a mild look a relief on his face. Sirius winced at the red tint on his lips but crushed his feelings of guilt almost instantly, watching carefully as Dumbledore made his way over to the man.

"Will you take this willingly young man?" Dumbledore questioned in a calm but firm voice. James looked him over for a second before nodding, his eyes straying over to Sirius and Remus who watched, clearly wanting this to be over as soon as possible.

Dumbledore leaned closer and James opened his mouth and three drops were left on his tongue. James winced slightly but swallowed, his eyes going hazy after a few seconds. Dumbledore used his wand to produce himself a chair, upon which he sat and looked at James for a while.

"Are you a deatheater or involved with Voldemort in any way?" Sirius waiting, unconsciously leaning forward,

"No, neither am I involved with Voldemort."

Beside him, Sirius heard Remus sigh in relief.

"What was your intent today and were you going to, in any way, harm young Harry Potter."

"I wanted to find my son, I was told by Peter that he was alive, but he was a deatheater so I wanted to check to see if he was lying. I would never harm my son."

"That didn't seem true when Harry was on the floor in that alley way!" Sirius hissed. Dumbledore paused,

"Sirius please." He said softly before returning his attention back on James.

James was looking at Sirius with a blank expression, "It was dark and I had just saved him from Dementors, I did not know his identity." It was silent for a few seconds after that as they all digested that information.

"What is your name and birth date?"

Remus stood by Sirius and latched a hand onto his arm, gripping hard. Sirius hardly noticed.

"James Potter, 27th of March 1960."

The world stopped, it seemed. Everything went dull and muffled, Sirius barely heard Dumbledore as he continued questioning James, asking about small details that only James Potter would know about. He swayed on his feet and was steadied by Remus, Sirius looked around at him with unseeing eyes and he looked back in the same state. Neither of them knew how, but suddenly they were in the hall and breathing as if they had been starved of air for years.

"How- oh my god" Remus said in a far away voice, as Sirius slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

"It's him- and I- he was telling me the truth!" Remus looked at him "I didn't realize- how was- The dead just don't come back Remus!"

His best friend sat down next to him and just nodded, in awe and silent in his happiness that was slowly bubbling to the surface.

"Harry- think of how he- my god- he's not alone – anymore"

"James is alive Sirius, what- what about Lily?" Sirius paused and thought,

"I don't- maybe? If James is here- then why not-" Sirius was interrupted when Dumbledore came out of the living room; he looked down at them both as they scrambled to their feet. Before they could ask any more questions he nodded,

"It seems my friends, that he is James Potter."

"How is he? Is he mad at me?" Sirius asked quickly tripping over his words in his haste.

"I would not know, when the Veritaserum wore off he was a little woozy, he should wake up in a few minutes."

"How did- what- how?" Remus stuttered while staring at Dumbledore. He chuckled before replying

"I can't disclose that without his permission, but I can tell you this; he never died that night in Godric's Hollow."

Both men looked at him, their brows raised and eyes full of confusion. Dumbledore patted them both on the shoulder before making his way towards the door.

"I assume one of you will tell Harry in due course?"

Sirius and Remus nodded before glancing up at the ceiling as if wondering what was going on upstairs.

"Goodnight boys, let me know when you are all able to come to me for another chat, we have much to arrange in relation to Mr. Potter's return." Dumbledore tilted his purple hat and left shortly afterwards, the hall was silent, eerie almost.

Both Sirius and Remus looked at each other before looking towards the living room, neither of them moved.

"Maybe I should go tell Harry-" Sirius offered but Remus shook his head

"No- we need to set things right, otherwise it'll be even harder to- yeah, do that..." Sirius nodded absentmindedly before taking a deep breath and marching over to the living room, a determined gleam in his eye. Remus smiled and followed him.

When they entered neither were prepared for James to be awake, let alone standing and admiring his wand. He looked up at them sharply and put away his wand, staring at the two men in what seemed like apprehension. Sirius took a step forward,

"James- er woah- look, sorry for-" but the rest of his sentence was muffled when James walked straight up to him and hugged him, his arms tight around him. They stood like that for a while before Sirius felt Remus join in; hugging them both for all that it was worth.

"Er Moony? Can't breathe!" James chocked before they broke apart and laughed, eyes shining and awkward blushes rising on their cheeks as they all blinked heavily.

"Where's my tool box, I need to balance out all of that- that fluff- with something manly!" Sirius said chuckling, trying to hide the waver in his voice with a grin. Remus rolled his eyes and James punched him lightly on the shoulder,

"Not much different with you then Padfoot?" He said winking, unaware of the uneasy looked passed between his two other friends.

"Yeah about that-" but before he could elaborate, a loud noise came from upstairs, followed by some faint shouting, sounding suspiciously like Sirius's name, paired with a few juicy swear words.

Harry. Damn.

James had lost the entire colour in his face and he looked back at his two friends, suddenly seeming lost.

"Is that him? I mean- Harry?" Sirius glanced at Remus before looking back at James,

"Yeah, shall- shall I bring him down?" he offered, not quite sure what to say. Remus however managed to save him.

"He's a great kid James; you're going to be so proud of him."

James blinked at him, his eyes unfocused behind his glasses.

"Does he still think- you know- that I'm a deatheater?" Sirius winced, but Remus seemed to take it in his stride.

"He's overwhelmed, but if you want, I'll go and talk to him now- explain things. Then I'll bring him down?" James nodded and smiled when Remus gripped his shoulder, "its good having you back James." Remus murmured before turning and leaving the room.

"Don't worry mate, he'll understand." Sirius said, smiling properly for the first time since meeting Harry in his third year, "He's tough and smart, he'll come around."

James seemed to consider his words for a while but there was still a frown on his face and a glint of worry in his eyes.

"I don't know Sirius, I was pretty harsh with him- you were right- about the alley way." James turned away from him and walked towards the fireplace in the room, leaning against the mantle with his hands.

"I was wrong- overreacting- you know me." Sirius tried to reason

"No, I practically treated my own son like a criminal. I should have known something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, but I ignored it- idiot, he's probably never going to trust me."

"James calm down-"

"Sirius, what if I can't look after him? I'm already a failure! I'm only twenty one years old, I'm still a kid myself, how am I supposed to be a father?" James spun around and started hyperventilating. Sirius didn't look up at him; instead he stared at the floor,

"Try being thirty plus." He muttered with a smirk. When James didn't answer, he looked up and found him standing very still and staring wide eyed at the door way behind Sirius. Turning around, he found his pale and shocked looking Godson. He was breathing heavily as if he had just run down the stairs; Remus appeared behind him, also panting, and his expression helpless as he looked between father and son.

Sirius waited for the movie moment where both of them would hug each other and cry happy tears of reunion, but it never came. Instead, a terror filled Harry Potter bolted, running for the door before flinging it open and disappearing into the night.

The cool night air breezed against all three men as they stared after the younger wizard, they were all silent, horrified at what had just happened.

"Shit" they all muttered in sync.

Sorry it's not as long as the last chapter, but I thought I'd better get something up. I hope that was okay? Please let me know what you thought, reviews mean the world to me. In fact, I got my first negative review for this on the last chapter! Just a heads up, I welcome constructive critzisum, so if you have a point to make, please explain it so I can learn from it and improve my writing! Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter, they made me smile.

Oh gods I'm worried about posting this chapter.

Hopefully the next one will be up soon?

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~JadedHowl

P.S I will be changing the name of this story by my next update, so heads up!