[greenriderangel]

CHAPTER 1

Head Auror Harry Potter collapsed on a stool at Three Broomsticks waiting for his partner and brother in law, Ron Weasley. Work had been exhausting. They had been investigating the fifth murder that month and still had no suspects or leads. Worse, their one clue every time was a dark mark carved onto a wooden surface. Someone was trying to bring back the Deatheaters – or give the ministry a good scare. Either way, Harry was determined to bring a stop to it. One Voldemort had been bad enough.

“Usual Harry?” Hannah Longbottom appeared from behind the bar, startling Harry out from his thoughts.

“Wha --? Oh yes thank you Hannah. Make that two please.” When the maid raised an eyebrow Harry quickly added, “Ron is meeting me here soon.”

Hannah chuckled softly as she poured the glass in front of Harry. “Neville sends greeting with our daughter Allie. They’re in the Amazon studying plants.”

Harry grinned knowing that his friend had passed on his love of plants to his only daughter. “Glad to know. James – well James is going to start his last year this coming fall. Ginny and I aren’t quite sure what to make of that. Ginny is trying to come to terms that her eldest baby is practically an adult.”

“Oh, and you’re not man enough to admit that you’re feeling the same way?” Hannah laughed and Harry gave a small grin. “How are Albus and Lily?”

“Al is glad that he only has to deal with James as quidditch caption for one more year and Lily is being lectured by Hermione about O.W.L.S.”

“But she is just going into her fourth year!” laughed Hannah, shaking her head.

“Well, this is Hermione.” Harry jumped as he heard a young child’s voice beside him.

“Excuse me Mr. Potter?”

Harry turned in surprise to face the small short blonde haired girl beside him. She looked only six years old, with big, bright, unfocused blue - grey eyes turned his way.

“Yes – what’s wrong dear? Are you lost?” Harry asked as he looked over the girl’s shoulder for what could be her parental unit.

“The Darkness is rising,” the girl said, seemingly not hearing Harry’s question. Harry froze, recognizing a seer’s trance. No. The girl continued.
“

The Darkness is rising ready to blow out the candle’s light
As they battle, two will determine the outcome of the fight
The Dark Heiress, loyal will she be to the one who accepts her as her own
The Protector born of fight and flight, eldest to a famous line, never will be alone.
Only they of two enemies meet will send the Darkness in retreat.”

The girl closed her eyes shut and swayed. Harry caught her before she hit the floor. Looking around he saw that no one else has paid the girl any attention but himself in the busy pub.

“Jade. Jade!” A woman’s frantic voice rang through the crowd. “JADE!”

The girl opened her eyes looking as though she were waking from a deep sleep, “Mommy?”

Immediately Harry acted, “Mam, I have her over here!”

“Jade!” A tired blonde haired woman exclaimed as she hugged the girl. “You naughty girl, I’ve found you! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” She turned to Harry. “Thank you Mr. –“?

“– Potter,” Harry watched with bemusement as the woman’s eyes widen and found his old lightening shaped scar. “No problem really; I have three of my own and they all got into all sorts of mischief when they were younger – still do as teens for that matter…”

“Thank you Mr. Potter. Come along Jade! Mommy has a very tight schedule that she is already behind on!”

Trying not to smirk at the girl’s pout toward her mother’s lead, Harry suddenly saw Ron enter the building and signaled him over. The red haired man watched mother and daughter walk out the door and turned to Harry.

“What was that about?”

“The girl Jade just made a prophecy –“

“What?!”

Sighing Harry shook his head. “I’ll tell you later. Somehow I have a have a feeling that it is connected to all that we’ve been working on.” He also felt sick to his stomach. This prophecy was going to hit close to home, he could feel it.

“I hate prophecies, they’re nothing but trouble,” sighed Ron.

“Hmmm – really I had no clue,” Harry said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

This post has been edited by greenriderangel: 08 November 2009 - 05:27 PM

[Julius]

M'kay, start off my separting it into paragraphs, it makes it easier to read. When you've done that, more people will comment.
So far, it's intresting. Decently well written, although you might want some more descprition. This Jade character, is intruqing. It's going to be intresting having a young seer. Probally going to be rather diffrent from Trelwaney. It's also intresting to see this time skip. That way, since so much time has passed, you have freedom in your characters and get to choose how you portray them.

I'm going to keep my eye on this! Hoping you continue,

Julius

[Lord Raglan]

Yeah, it's not bad. Not great, it really lacks in description, and it felt a tad rushed (something that could be fixed with description), but I'm interested enough to keep reading. Post the next chapter and I'll have more critique.

[Mane Minister]

Yes, it looks like a great plot. What came to mind is what the other two had said, different paragraphs, and use adjectives. Adjectives are my best friend whenever I write. From what you wrote, I have to imagine what the Leaky Cauldron looks like in 2024. I have to imagine what Harry was drinking, I love details. The next thing is that you need chapters to be longer. That's fine for a start.

I love Jade, I wonder what year she is in, or even if she goes to Hogwarts? I wonder? Please keep writing.

[greenriderangel]

Thank you for replying. I'll try to get some description in. One thing is bugging me though... how do I get the format to copy from word to the forum? that's why the paragraph thing is an issue.

CHAPTER 2

“James!”

James Sirius Potter found himself being attacked with his friend’s Iris’ tight hugs.

“Iris Rowena Riddle, will you let me breathe!” he gasped laughing as the young woman gave him a wide beaming smile and released him.

They had just boarded the Hogwart’s Express, ready for their seventh and last year of school. James had quickly checked on his two younger siblings to see that they had made it without too much trouble to their friends and he had made way to find his own. It didn’t work. Iris had found him.
“My, what a feisty flower you have there, my dear cousin!” laughed Fred Weasley as her entered the scene. Iris reaction was almost immediate.

“Oi, I’m no one’s flower …!”

“You know he was joking Iris,” Dominique, another Weasley cousin, said as she sat down beside her. “I can’t believe this is our last year!”

Iris’ mock stern face turned somber. “I know, I can’t imagine what I’ll do next. It doesn’t seem possible that I’m on my last year…”

“I hab bought bab ew idned bor be earler’s orgram.” Fred said with a mouth full of chocolate.

Iris made a disgusted face. “Fred that’s gross; I can’t speak Foodnese.”

James translated before Fred managed to sallow all the sweets. “He said that he’d thought that you signed up for the Healer’s Program.” For some reason, Iris turned silent and looked towards the ground, face turning a light pink. She mumbled softly, James had to practically be nose to nose with her.

“I got rejected.” Speaking slightly louder now, Iris added, “It was probably my grades.”

The compartment where they sat turned silent for a moment only the train’s wheels rolling them forward on the tracks could be heard.

“Dragon’s dung,” snapped James, looking his friend straight in the eye. “You’re top of the class! Iris, you’re a brilliant witch. Academics are not an issue… and neither is your extra circular either!” Iris shut her mouth as James shot down her new reason. “You are on the Dueler’s Circle, Broom Racers, and you founded the Skaters’ Club and work in the school library. Not only that but you’ve helped in the Hospital Wing and got a written recommendation from Madam Pomfrey. None of that is rejectable.”

“James, it’s really no big deal --!”

“Merlin bless, do you guys hear her? She got ripped off of the very thing she had wanted to do since first year, but that’s no big deal… really Iris why didn’t you tell me this before? I could’ve had my cousin Vic or Aunt Angie talk to you about the different programs and such. The Deutsch Institution is really good better then the British one really. Or there’s that one in Ireland…”

“James please, this is exactly why I didn’t tell you –“

“So James” Dominique interrupted them. “Aren’t you thinking of auror training after school?”

Fred sighed, “That was defiantly not at all obvious – ouch!” the red head rubbed where Dom had hit him to be quiet.

James looked at Iris for another second, just to tell her that he wasn’t finish with her quite yet and nodded his head. “That’s the plan.”

“So you did make it in,” teased Fred. “Even with all those detentions.”

James couldn’t help the cocky grin, “Of course Harry Potter’s son is going to be accepted! Plus, contrary to popular belief, all those detentions and quidditch practices didn’t kill any of my grades.”

“What a miracle,” muttered Iris.

“Well my mother seemed to think so,” said James. “My dad’s nervous though… I don’t think he had pictured any of his kids in the dark wizard catching business.”

The four teens felt the train come to a slow stop.

“HOGWARTS!” the conductor’s yell met their ears and together the friends collected their belongings. James pushed back his raven hair so he could see his snowy owl better as he watched her devour an owl treat he pushed through the bars of her cage.

“Hey Iris, does Zoe want a treat?” He pointed to the barn owl napping in the cage that his friend was holding.

“I’ll put it in her cage; it’ll be a nice treat when she wakes up,” nodded Iris. “Thanks James.”

“For the owl treat?”

Iris rolled her ice blue eyes. “No, for reminding me that I wasn’t as worthless as that rejection made me feel.”

“Ah, no problem, and Iris? You’re never worthless.”


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James sighed at the long line of first years lined in the great hall, anything but prepared to be sorted. I was never the scrawny and scared, he thought to himself. Hope they hurry up; I couldn’t stand it if Fred complained about starving for another minute!

“Absier, Lane” the Headmistress called. James watched the miniature boy with wild dirty blonde curls tremble to the tall oak stool that held the ratty, yet wise sorting hat. As the hat dropped over the boy’s face, James allowed his mind to wonder. This is really my last year. I don’t believe it. Iris is right… Where do we go from here? He looked up at the floating lit candles that illuminated the evening like ceiling. His gaze scanned the sea of young witches and wizards around him all sitting in long oak tables, dressed in the same black robes. The red, green, gold, and blue banners covered the walls along with the moving portraits of various subjects that ranged from the ranging seascape to a dancing girl in pink. His wondering eyes fell on the ghosts in the back, possibly arguing about ‘that Peeves’ again. His look fell on each and every family member in the hall, all the Weasleys and Potters of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, all of which were idly keeping themselves entertained with books, doodles, games and more. At last he found Iris again. She was sitting two seats across from him, staring with polite interest as each of the nervous first years came up and were seated in their proper houses.

And suddenly he found himself remembering when they were being sorted. Iris had been shunned, all because of her name: Riddle. He remembered as she walked head down up to the hat as students around her began to whisper and point. He remembered her almost defiant look as she sat upon that stool, lips in a thin line, as the hat himmed and hummed about where to put her. He remembered her giving a soft sigh of relief as the hat yelled out “GRYFFINDOR!”
He also remembered that no one clapped, to stunned to really do much. So he clapped for her. A few people joined him, but that was scattered and ended quickly.

Then there was his own sorting. He had lied to himself earlier – he had been a scared scrawny firstie. Potter. The pressure hung around him, pushing on him the need to succeed. He had to be a Gryffindor.

Ah, Potter. A lot like your grandfather I see. Hope you have a few pranks up your sleeve, I’m ready for a laugh.

James would’ve normally laughed at the hat wanting a laugh, but the life changing moment continued to quiet him. Gryffindor please… he thought.

But yet you are much more like your father, in more ways than one, the hat continued on. Are you sure you want Gryffindor?

James remembered the defiant girl before him. She hadn’t been a scared firstie begging for her house… he quickly changed his tone.

Yes he told the hat, thoughts suddenly sounding more certain and sure. I choose Gryffindor.

Very Well… Out loud the hat bellowed, “GRYFFINDOR!”

“James!”

James startled out of his thoughts and met Iris’ eyes with his own hazel. “Aye?”

“We’re done with the sorting, there’s food in front of you mister!” giggled Iris. “I don’t ever thing I’ve seen you ignore food before!”

“Wha --? Yes, they got strawberry tarts!” James grabbed one and munched down on it.

“Are you okay James? Seriously, I’ve never seen you space out food…”

“Pass the chicken, Iris? Thanks”

Iris stared at him before scooting the silver plate over to him. “I guess you’re okay then.”

[Pixel]

Greenriderangel, please only double post if you have another chapter to add. Thanks!

This post has been edited by Pixel: 08 November 2009 - 05:10 PM

[greenriderangel]

This is a little bit of a filler and a little short. But I think it's a good chapter.

CHAPTER 3

James couldn’t sleep.

He stared blindly into the burning fire place in front of him, only partially aware of his peers passing by him to go to their proper dorms for bed. He positioned himself so that he was lying down in his favorite common room chair, dropping the day’s newspaper on the floor. In his hand was a letter from his father, crunched in his fist. Next to the fallen newspaper was the forgotten letter from his mother, still waiting to be read.

The fact that his parents had written separate letters had made James wary. The newspaper only furthered his concern.

Harry Potter -- his hero, his father – was in danger’s way. Again.

“It’s only the first week of school James, no need to look so stressed.” James turned slowly to face Iris as she came towards him. Her eyes soften as she studied his worried eyes. “What can I do to help?” She asked.

That was something he liked about Iris; she didn’t hound him asking what the matter was. She knew he would talk on his own time. “Could you wake up Albus and Lily please? Family stuff.”
Nodding, Iris went the each sibling’s dorm, shaking them awake. Both pairs emerald eyes and brown eyes appeared annoyed at being opened at the late time of night – until they saw their older brother and his articles of paper. They sat in either side of him on the chair’s arms, clearly looking up to him for answers. James saw Iris start to slide out of the room.

“Iris, please stay.”

Without a word, she sat Indian style in front of the Potter siblings as James sighed and straighten out the papers around him.

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It was unnerving to see three young people who were usually so care free being so worried. Iris studied each of their faces as they talked and read each paper, with each word spoken and printed made her truly realize how close the Potter family really was.
“Dad’s on an auror mission,” James had started. Which, is not surprising, Iris thought. That’s part of his job; all three of them have been through their father’s absence before…
“Their searching for leads on all these murders…” James continued on. Iris picked up the day’s Daily Prophet and read the article it was opened on.

Deatheaters’ Return?
Early this month began a string of killings with no physical mark of cause. This leads to suspicion of Aveda Kedrava the killing curse as the weapon of choice. Also with each death, another disturbing sign signals worry: a dark mark curved somewhere near the deceased. Is this a sign of a rebuilding of the past? Is a dark wizard trying to finished He Who Must Not Be Named’s ‘unfinished work.’ An unnamed ministry worker certainly thinks so.
“This is all a repeat of 24 years ago. Five of the eight murders have been high ministry officials and figures to the wizardry world. Others are senseless muggle killings. There might have been more dead if not for constant vigilance!”
Indeed there have been reported attempted murders, including one on the head auror, Mr. Harry Potter. Mr. Potter and those closest to him have refused to comment on what the murders and attempted murders mean. All Mr. Potter did say was, “A wise wizard once told me, to keep never ceasing, constant vigilance. I would only ask the wizarding population to keep an eye out and report any suspicious activity. Other than that, live your lives. Don’t let fear keep you from living.”
And it is with that I leave my readers. Are the Deatheaters returning? The signs start to point that way.

“Both Mom and Dad are shaken up by what has happened,” James continued talking. “You know how Dad is though, he is going to find who’s behind all this…”
Iris picked up a piece of crumpled up paper and smoothed it out to read.

Dear James,
I’ve little doubt that you’re going to find out sooner or later. So I’m going for the sooner with my own words then the Prophet’s gossip. I am fine. Let me repeat that: I AM FINE. Yes, someone tried to kill me the other day, though luckily it was sloppily done and we caught the guy. I’m not going to lie; I’m a little shaken from what has happened. But the information that we’ve manage to get out from this suspect has been a huge lead. A team of my men is going to search farther into this. I am sorry that I can’t tell you all this and that I’m leaving on this mission in person. It was a sudden decision and one that can’t be widely known. Teddy and your grandma is with your mother, but be sure not to give her a hard time when you see her next… both of you need the extra care when you see each other. And PLEASE tell Lily and Al before they read anything in the newspaper. I love you. All of you. Be safe and look after the family.
Love,
Dad

“Come here Lils, that’s it, stubborn; you’re allowed to cry.” Iris looked up to see the siblings in a tight embrace; their forms illuminated by the dying fire. She leaned closer to read the final letter.

Dear James,
We are all fine. Your dad is shaken but unhurt by the week’s events. Your grandma and Teddy are with me while he’s gone with his work. Be strong, Be safe. And behave. Look after each other, all of you. I love you all.
Love,
Mom

Iris crawled over to the trio, tears in her eyes. As weird as it was, this family had become her family. James had accepted her, so had the others close to him. She joined the group hug, allowing the stressed feelings wash over her and together they slowly fell asleep, piled in the arm chair, in front of the dying fire.

[Mane Minister]

Better, perhaps Iris is really a descendant of Voldemort and why didn't she get into the healer's program, you really made me want to read on.

Yes, you have to manually skip spaces after you copy and paste it from word, if I remember correctly. You can still use some work, but a great improvement.

This post has been edited by Orange Dragon Rider: 08 November 2009 - 06:47 PM

[greenriderangel]

CHAPTER 4

Harry hated being confused.

It was day four of the mission and still no leads, only more deaths and disappearances. His team had carefully examined each of the crime scenes, searching for clues. The only things they knew for certain were this: a dark mark left carved in a surface, maybe a body that appeared to have been scared to death. Aveda Kedrava and deatheaters. No people to question. All of the old deatheater order had been killed or imprisoned shortly after the war.

The prophecy still hung his mind, hissing the obvious at him. It has something to do with Iris!

Of course he needed hand written proof. He needed records. Records weren’t the easiest things to get, even for the head auror who saved the wizardry world at 17.

Not to mention, he despised the very thought of her being dragged through whatever was happening, for despite the heavily believed rumors concerning her ancestry, Harry was quite fond of the girl. Not every young wizard or witch was willing to discuss what the best method to rid of a dementor was or try to give a true definition to what the “dark arts” exactly were. And Iris had kept him thinking and revising his ideas since the day James introduced her their first year at Christmas break. To Harry’s own surprise he had found himself whispering in James’ ear, “That girl is a Keeper!” His eldest son had just looked at him in a clear whatever you say Dad look.

He concluded that he should talk to her mother. Surely she could get the records and give him something to look at that would explain something.

“Mr. Potter!”

Harry pushed aside his thoughts and looked ahead to their newest crime scene. A modest looking cottage stood before him, the front door kicked in and hanging by a hinge. Long breezy white curtains hung crookedly, ripped. A window was broken. The glass glistened in the moon light; the sharp ridged edges gleamed maliciously.

“Wands out!” Harry ordered his team in a loud whisper. They had done so already, having worked for the head auror before. Harry ran a hand down the falling door, stopping when he spotted the carved skull with a snake protruding out of its mouth on the wood work. The wind cried as it tossed his raven hair about. Jumping slightly, Harry listened harder, fighting the wind. He gasped as he realized there was more than the wind; there was also a faint sound of a child crying.

“We’re going in,” Harry informed the aurors behind him. “There’s a child inside. Ron, with me please. Willows with Harley and Sean with Kay. We don’t want any surprises.” Building up courage with his best mate beside him and the cries of the unknown child, Harry pushed aside the door. Pictures that once hung on the walls were smashed on the hardware floor and furniture was overturned. They took in the scratch marks on the wall near the door, as if someone was dragged out against their will. On the far side of the room a long oak bookcase was leaning sideways, front first into the opposite wall. Harry once again listened hard. The cries seem to come from there. Muttering a revealing spell, he walked over to the fallen bookcase and pulled it back. Hidden by a shelf, crunched into a ball, was a little girl. Golden light around her blonde hair and quivering body told Harry that this was no imposter leading him into a trap. Getting down on his knees, Harry placed a hand on the girls shoulder and spoke softly and gently.

“Shhhhh, I’m here to help.”

Startled the girl whirled around and Harry’s green eyes met her blue – grey eyes. Harry could only stare in shock for a moment as recognition shot through him. He had seen those eyes before.

“I – I want my m—mommy,” sobbed Jade, tears running down her face. “T –they took her.”

Harry Potter was no longer Harry the auror. He quickly turned into Harry the parent. Making sure he was eye level with her he wiped of her tears and talked softly. “Shhh, we’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay.” Turning to Ron, he said, “I want you to find out if she has any other family. If you find them, inform them immediately what has happened. The sooner she’s with them the better. For now though, we’re going to have to find a safe place for her to stay.”

Ron nodded and gave Jade a small grin. “Don’t worry kiddo, you’re in good hands.” Sniffing, Jade just looked at the two adult men and tears continued to roll down her face. As if making a final decision, she looked at harry and reached for him. Giving a small sad smile, Harry picked her up and felt the girl bury her face in his shoulder. With satisfaction he noted that that all of his team still had their wands out, ready for the unexpected.

Good, Ron’s and my lessons did mean something in training. He nodded at Ron who gave the same acknowledged look at their recent members. Ron was the first to speak up,
“Well, let’s get out of here.”

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The day after that, James sat down at breakfast in the great hall and saw Iris with the Daily Prophet.

“Anything new?” He asked her, putting a few pancakes on his plate.

“Another disappearance, but a child was found alone on the scene. It doesn’t say anything more… I think their withholding that information for a reason.”

James shivered. “Is the child well?”

“All it says was that they were scared but otherwise unharmed. Doesn’t say much else; no age, gender, name, etc.” Iris shook her head. “Poor kid.”

“Yeah, no joke. That’s horrible. At least they’re alive.” James sighed and changed the topic. “Did you finish the charms essay? I still have no clue if mine’s even on the correct subject.” When Iris glared at him, he added defensively, “Professor Keith wasn’t exactly clear about the assignment, you said so yourself!”

“Yes,” Iris agreed, sounding as though she were explaining this to a small child. “But if you have paid any attention for the past two weeks we have been back you would be able to assume correctly that you needed to write a one foot paper on how you could incorporate certain charms we have reviewed from the past six years into your future job – ouch!”
James frowned as Iris quickly withdrew her hand from her stack of papers that she had been looking through. Sticking her index finger into her mouth, James heard her mutter, “Stupid paper cut.”

Without thinking, James pulled on her arm to take the finger out of her mouth and turned the harmed finger until he saw the thin line of red along side. Taking out his wand, he muttered a spell and watched in satisfaction as the skin grew back over the cut. Iris rolled her eyes but smiled.

“You didn’t have to do that you know; it’s really no big deal.”

“Practice makes perfect. Aurors should know these things you know. And paper cuts may be small and innocent looking, but they hurt.”

The bell rung for the end of breakfast. Everyone slowly got up and trudged to their first class. James and Iris joined the crowd, closely followed by Fred and Dominique, and the four of them made their way to potions.

This post has been edited by greenriderangel: 09 November 2009 - 04:22 PM

[Dragon eggs from the]

Good job. Is Iris Voldy's daughter. And also the Malfoys all survived so it could easily be one of them. Also, can you mention Scorpius in this story. He was Draco's son.
DFT

Good job. Is Iris Voldy's daughter. And also the Malfoys all survived so it could easily be one of them. Also, can you mention Scorpius in this story. He was Draco's son.
DFT

[Mane Minister]

I like it, although its feeling rushed. I have no idea how you are working so fast. And you need chapters to be longer. Just a bit more, because you are rushing things.

[greenriderangel]

oh okay, well these are already typed and saved on word so I'm posting them when I get the chance. This is my last "Pre- done chapter" then it's off to wonder about the next.
Aright, more description, description, description. I'll repeat that when I do Chapter 6. the main thing when I write though is that I think about plot and dialogue so I guess it reflects that.

CHAPTER 5

Dear James, Al, and Lil,
I’m back from my mission and am a little tired but safe and unharmed. Your mother volunteered to look after the little girl who was found at the crime scene, so you’re going to have a foster sister for a little bit (until we can locate her family, which I hope we can soon.)Her name is Jade and when the Christmas holidays roll around I hope to see you all welcoming her as if she’s family, even though you guys think “I have so much family I can hardly keep them all straight!” And yes, I’ve heard you all say this many times before so don’t act all innocent like you know nothing about what I’m speaking of. Family is important, and I know you will give Jade that feeling when you see her.
Oh, and you will see me very soon. I got an invitation from Professor Thomas to speak in Defense class again this year. Naturally, I said I’d love to speak and have a chance to embarrass my darling children. So with that said, be safe and look after one another.
Love you always,
Dad

James sighed as relief went through his body. He had had some dreadful ache inside him that had ate at him until this letter.

“Good, Uncle Harry is coming,” said Fred, who was reading over James’ shoulder. “He’s always an interesting lecture to have!”

“’An interesting lecture?’ Freddie, you just created an oxymoron.” snorted Dominique with a grin as she leaned forward to read the letter also.

“NEVER call me ‘Freddie --!”

“Mr. Potter is a very interesting man to talk to. I am glad for all the times he has come in and discussed with us,” interceded Iris. She reached out for the letter, and James instinctively knew she was offering to take it to his siblings. He shook his head, non verbally saying that he would deliver it himself.

“You’re lucky to have him as a father James.” Iris added, detracting her hand.

James gave his friend a small smile and nodded. “Yeah I know.” He conscientiously ran his hand through his raven hair, thinking. The girl was probably the same as the one reported in the newspaper. And of course, his parents would take her into their home. But why had the girl been targeted and then left alone -- ?

“Mr. Potter, Miss. Riddle and Mr. and Miss. Weasley, is there something you would like to share with the class?”

James stuffed his letter in his bag as Iris’ head shot up towards the voice and the Weasleys gave impatient sighs. Professor Blade had come into the room, ready for his upcoming transfiguration lesson. And it was clear from the start that the normal four trouble makers were up to something from his perspective.

“No Professor, just discussing the dangers of nonverbal self- transfiguration.” James replied calmly. “Iris just was reviewing them with me what they were in case we went over them in class.”

The professor’s stern and hard black eyes glared at him. “Oh and your cousins were just discussing the weather were they?”

“Of course not sir,” Fred answered. “We want to ready for that pop quiz that you will no doubtfully surprise us with.”

This got a few brave chuckles from the class mates around them. Blade’s face turned a dangerous red. “Fine then, Miss. Riddle, since your friends and yourself are so immersed in the subject would you name some of the dangers of self transfiguration?”

“Don’t mess up your organs,” Iris said bluntly.

“I need mor --!”

“Careful that your organs are not shrunk or overlarge when you change back into a wizard… careful that your organs are not shrunk or overlarge when you transform yourself… careful that you do not have any unnecessary or have forgotten any necessary organs for you transfiguration. It would be disastrous to be a fish without gills.” Iris turned to James. “Did I miss anything else?”

“About organs? No.” Said James fighting back a grin as he then addressed his professor. “Also Professor when doing any nonverbal spells, you should make sure your mind is focused on the task on hand. It just wouldn’t do to be trying to give myself a shark head as I thought about my empty stomach. I just might end up with two stomachs and no head.”

“Don’t skip steps to try to make the process faster,” added Fred, winking at James and Iris.

“And do precisely as what each step says in the order that it is said,” finished Dominique.

“But most of what they said is common sense really,” Iris put in, “The important part is to make sure that everything about the body is correct and working as you transform.”

Professor Blade just stared at the four teens, shaking his head muttering, “Trouble trouble with a capitol t!”

“Potters never look for trouble; trouble finds us,” muttered James under his breath. Iris heard and held back a laugh.

“Now turn to page 394 in your text books,” Blade began, addressing the whole class. “And tell me what do you see…”

The class, enjoying the verbal battle between students and professor, groaned in unison as the sound of books pounded on the wooden desks and restless pages turned to the dreaded page.

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When the bell rang, James didn’t waste time in the transfiguration classroom. He ran out, Iris close behind. Neither of them held the professor in high esteem, nor did the professor them. Blade seemed to think that James basked in his family’s fame and expected the world to fall around him. Which in truth he didn’t mind, he could handle himself. It was whenever Blade picked on Iris or his siblings that made James really mad. He just didn’t see what the professor’s problem was. Well, at least he had quidditch practice soon. A good quidditch session could always lift his spirits.

“What’s the problem Potter?”

James whirled around to face Alec Blaine. The Slytherin had taken an instant dislike to James since first year and the grudge had been held out for the rest of the school years. Considering Blaine was Blade’s nephew, maybe their prejudice had rubbed off each other. Or maybe it had been that James had hexed Blaine when he had called Iris a ‘blood traitor’. Either way, the feeling was mutual and James didn’t want to deal with the bloke now.

“Not your business Blaine now sod off.”

“Tough words Potter, better be careful now though, or you’ll be sorry. Daddy isn’t always going to be around.”

James reached for his wand in his back pocket but Iris had caught up to him and instinctively placed her hand in his. Despite Blaine, James found Iris’ hold calming and though his hand twitched, he didn’t fight her.

“Either speak plainly or don’t speak at all Alec Blaine,” the young woman said coolly, keeping her grip on her one true friend. Blaine’s eyes gleamed maliciously.
“Oh Potter the things you don’t know. You are still allowing your girlfriend to hide behind your family… shame really. She’s going to get them all killed…”

Both James and Iris pinned Alec against the wall and held their wands at his throat without warning. James’ phoenix wand shook as he made red sparks out of it, the heat just missing their opponent’s bare skin.

“James Sirius Potter! Iris Rowena Riddle! Let that young man go immediately!” Harry Potter rushed forward, his visitor badge visible on his work robes.

The two teens sent Blaine a scathing look then did as they were told though did not lower their wands. Blaine responded by whipping out his own directing it first at James…

“Expelliarmus!”

Blaine’s wand flew out of his hand and Harry Potter caught it with ease. “Wands down, James and Iris.” -- The teens did as they were told – “That’s good. Mr. Blaine you will get yours back in a second. I will not tolerate attacks happening in front of me, verbal or physical. I may not be a teacher but I do know the school rules.”

“But –.”

“I know perfectly well that James and Iris had you pinned down; however I do happen to know that they would have to be provoked to act in such a manner. Learn to hold your tongue and wand and you may just get along in the world, Mr. Blaine. Now go to class. Be sure that I will speak to your head of house. James and Iris go to whatever you have next but rest assure that your head of house will hear about this too. Now I am off to the DADA room.”

Blaine did as he was told muttering all the way. Unfortunately for him he was still in Iris’ hearing and what she heard was not to her liking. James watched in bemusement as she ran towards the young man, screaming “YOU FILTHY ROTTEN CROCHROCH!” and punched him hard in the face. James mouth dropped and Harry, who had turned around to see if his orders were being followed, raised an eyebrow and James swore he could see the corner of his father’s mouth twitch up slightly.

“I should report that too, but quite frankly, I’m sure he deserved it. Merlin, that brought back memories,” James heard his father say. “Why don’t you go grab her son and take her to quidditch practice with you? Fresh air will do you both good.”

[Julius]

Phew! I go away for a few days and return to a bunch of freshly baked chapters

I'm really seeing some immense improvment. Your descpritions, emotions and length are all getting better! Jade is really intresting, and I can't wait to find out how the others will react to a future-telling, crime-witnessing child within their midsts Of course, their is plenty room for improvment, and I look forward to seeing some.

Harry and Iris seriously kicked Alec's arse I loved how you wrote that, Harry coming in, and then Iris pulling a 'Herminioe'(sorry about spelling)

I sincerly hope you continue!!

Julius

[Dragon eggs from the]

Hey, have you given up on this, I really liked it.
DFT

[greenriderangel]

No, I haven't given up. I have had a lot of homework and other things on my mind lately. Sorry for the wait.... here is chapter 6
once again, sorry and I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 6

The crisp, late autumn air stung Iris’ cheeks. She pulled up her hood and tightened the cloth clutched in her hands to shield herself from the cold. Looking up, she saw the blur that she knew to be James upon his broom. She had always enjoyed watching James fly. Something was lifted away from him when he was up in the wide blue skies. Iris knew the feeling of freedom her friend was experiencing; all his burdens seemed to vanish the higher he got. It was as though the broom was part of him as he effortlessly guided his broom in countless loops and turns. She would normally join him, competing with him to see which flyer could pull off the most complex, daring maneuvers. She would normally join him just to share the invincible feeling of freedom that the heavens seemed to offer so much.

But there were times where one just had to sit and watch.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join? The team’s done with practice you know.”

James had descended and hopped off his broom, his hazel eyes calm and gentle. He peered into her own blue as if searching for something.

“What did Blaine say?”

Iris stared up at James. It took all of her will power not to cry. She felt her throat constrict and the tears press behind her eyes. Why was James able to guess her trouble so easily?

As though answering her thoughts, James said, “Iris, you punched the guy. Congrats by the way, I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

A start of a laugh escaped her. Her lips tightened as though trying to hold the rest of whatever could come out. James sat himself beside her, his red and gold uniform reaching out towards her, pushed by the wind. She sniffed, turning her face so she could wipe the beginning of tears away from her face. James waited patiently, knowing his friend would speak when she was ready.

“He said I was a worthless blood traitor who would end up just killing you all,” Iris softly replied. “He said that your family would pay for corrupting me.”

“We Potters are corrupting you? That’s a first; many people tend to think it’s the other way around. Iris…” James paused for a moment and continued. “Dad’s a powerful wizard who happens to be head auror, Mom’s a power witch in her own right and they passed a lot of that power on to us kids, even my god brother Teddy, though not in the genetic sense. We have the largest family ever full of war veterans, curse breakers, aurors, healers, law makers, dragon keepers and business owners…No one is going to mess with us unless they want to start a fight. And if they do, it’s not your fault that they’re just plain stupid. Feel better?” It sounded as though James had added the last question as an afterthought. Iris, though still troubled, immediately saw James’ point and nodded her head. James pulled her into an awkward hug, which Iris returned, both for comfort from the incident and for shelter from the wind.

“Oi, Iris, James! We have double DA in five!”

The two friends jumped, startled at the sudden presence of another as Fred Weasley lifted an eyebrow at the pair. “Well, come on James, I don’t think you want to be late and earn another detention from Professor Thomas on the day your dad is lecturing.”

Iris heard James sigh and saw his glare that he aimed at his cousin. “I suppose.” He muttered. Taking James’ offered hand, Iris stood back up and the trio went back inside, racing to their defense against the dark arts class for the afternoon.

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Fred, James and Iris all rushed in to the brightly lit classroom full of students and slid into their chairs as the final bell rang. James gave a huff of relief and rested his head on his arm. That was close.

“Good job you three,” James saw his father smirk as Professor Thomas turned to the trio speaking. “Another second later you would have been late. James… remember, you have just one more tardy before a detention.”

James saw his father raise his eyebrow as if to say, “Is that so?” Taking a breath, James nodded his head, “Yes, I know Professor.”

“Just so we are clear,” the professor added with a friendly smile. Now addressing the class, he added, “Mr. Potter is here today for a little talk …” – the class gave a polite applause – “And I expect the upmost respectful behavior from all of you. This is a seventh year class, so I don’t think you need a rumble on how to behave. Alright Harry.”

James observed knowingly smiles between Professor and Head Auror…they had been to school together and were probably thinking of all the ways they wrecked havoc on different teachers. Of course, if James were to ask, his father would say that they had deserved it.

“Very well,” Harry Potter stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. “Are there any new faces this year? You all look familiar…” Harry looked around the classroom, scanning the faces. “No? Excellent. Now what have we discussed over the past six years I have come to be with you all?”

The air filled with raised hands. Harry nodded towards a Slytherin girl, plain in looks but very perceptive. “Yes, Miss. Nott?”

“What the Dark Arts are… it came to the conclusion that it was any spell, potion, or charm meant for ill intent.” The girl replied smoothly.

“Ah, yes, I remember… Mr. Lee?”

A Gryffindor lowered his hand and said with a trace of a smile as if reliving a memory. “Second year we talked about dueling.” The others in the classroom all tried not to give some sort of grin or giggle that had been an entertaining day. Harry and James laughed remembering that day too.

“Didn’t I tell you the story of the dueling club my second year?” Harry asked and the numerous heads nodded.

“You also had us pair off into twos for a mock duel, only you said to make sure to pair off with someone you liked enough to only do harmless spells on.” Another student said.

“Third year we talked about prejudices against certain creatures like werewolves…”

“Yea, then fourth year we talked about Unforgivable Curses…”

“… You wouldn’t show us them though…”

The class turned silent as Harry raised his hand. “I’m glad for your enthusiasm, but one at a time please. What about fifth year? Yes, Fred.”

“You talked a little of what it’s like to face a dark wizard.” James heard the awe in his cousin’s voice. Indeed, James felt the same way when his father would speak of his personal experiences with the dark arts.

“And it’s nothing like this classroom,” Harry said seriously. “It’s only you, your brain and your gut that are keeping your from being killed, or tortured to insanity. It is my dearest hope that none of you realize this first hand, but you have been forewarned. What did we talk about last year? Mr. Zabini.”

“Why people turn to the dark arts.” The Slytherin answered. “Usually power and/ or protection.”
Head Auror looked about the room, surveying each gaze that was upon him. “So, with all this in mind… what are our defenses against it all? How do we arm ourselves if spells and charms and potions aren’t enough?”

The class fell into silence.

“Any ideas? First things that come to mind? You all have been with me since first year, you know I want your thoughts… James?”

James lowered his hand. “Didn’t Auror Mad Eye use to say ‘constant vigilance’?”
“Ever lasting, never ceasing CONSTANT VIGIALNCE!” Harry yelled the last two words, making the class jump. “And Moody would say it just like that… usually to make sure we were awake to get his point. Bottom line is be aware of your surroundings. See something wrong, fix it. Report it. Fight it. Keep safe. Whatever you can do to help. Mr. Patil?”

“Support from family and friends.” He answered, his voice going up on the last syllable to make him sound like he was guessing.

“It always helps to have a friend to be able to say ‘Hey moron, what are you doing?!” Harry grinned and added. “Been there, done that. Family helps guide you… if your parents or respected adults wouldn’t approve of it more than likely you’re not going to do it. Been there, done that… Any more ideas?”

Silence.

“Why is Professor Thomas here?” asked Harry. “Why am I here, talking to you today? Miss. Longbottom.”

“To teach.” Alice Longbottom answered simply.

“Exactly. I come to teach you. Professor Thomas comes here to teach you. If we can teach you, show you, the effects of the Dark Arts for families and societies; the devastation and mayhem it causes and cause you to think twice before uttering a dark spell, then we have done our jobs.
“I make my living off of catching dark wizards and witches, but if that wasn’t an issue I would be the happiest man alive. So I offer my time here, in hopes that I can make a difference in your lives… in hopes that I can prevent a dark wizard or dark witch from ever rising by arming them with my knowledge and experience.” Harry’s gaze fell on Iris and James the longest. “We look out for each other and share with each other in order to be human, in order to keep each safe from others and ourselves. Each and every one of you in this room will be tempted… maybe you have been already. Statistics have shown that two of every ten of you will drabble in dark magic sometime after you graduation. That means four people in this classroom right now will experiment… just experiment! But that’s four people too many. Dominique, you have your hand raised.”

For the rest of the class period, they talked. They talked about the topic in which they were on, or current events in the ministry, or past discussions that people still wanted to discuss. James listened to them all as he sat there thinking. Iris was in the same state of silent reflection. His hazel eyes met her blue and they had the same question to ask: Why had his father looked at them?