AN: I'm sorry I took so long to update! I honestly have been really busy with assignments and school for the past month. I will try and update more often! Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Dad! Something has to be wrong! He hasn't replied any of my mail!" James shouted. It was the 4th week of summer break, and Severus has not been heard from by anyone.

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter were beyond happy when James was born. They had lost hope of having a son or daughter when, to their shock, Euphemia became pregnant with James. Being born into a doting household where he was pampered and spoiled endlessly. The only two rules that they had was, one, to be respectful to everyone, and two, to not endanger himself. As a result. James grew up to be spoiled, arrogant and proud.

"Keep your voice down," Fleamont scolded, "Maybe he's grounded, which is highly likely considering the amount of trouble you guys got into this past year". But even as he said that Fleamont didn't believe it was likely. He has heard from James and the few time Remus has been here, Severus was too skinny, didn't have decent clothing and was always really secretive about his body. He has had his suspicions, but it was unlikely and he needed more evidence.

"But, it's been a month! An entire month since we got back from school! You have to do something!" James whined.

"How about this, we wait three more days, and if he still doesn't respond, we'll go over to his house," replied Euphemia.

"Okay, but will Sirius still be able to come today?" He asked.

Both parents nodded as they started eating their breakfast.

In the letters from Sirius, he rarely brought up his home life, the only thing he said was that his parents were basically ignoring him and pretending he doesn't exist. The one time Sirius asked them if he could go over to the Potters was a couple of days ago, they were fussing over his younger brother, Regulus. After he asked, both his parents turned to look at him with a mixture of annoyance and anger evident on their faces, his father took him to his study and he never plans of asking them again.

James smirked as he thought about their plan. They were sure that his parents would never allow Sirius to come over, but they took Regulus to a beach house yesterday and were coming back one week before school starts. James asked his dad for permission and his dad had sent an owl to Grimmauld Place yesterday, Sirius faked a response from his parents, confirming that he would be able to go.

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Sirius and James were sitting on the bed reading different magazines when a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Hey Siri, did Severus write to you?" James asked,

"No, but I only wrote to him a few times, I couldn't risk my parents finding our owls going to a muggle neighborhood," Sirius replied

"Do you think we could go over tonight?" James asked,

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It was 4 in the morning and everything looked normal in the neighborhood of Spinner's end. Well, as normal as it can be. Two boys were seen flying in the air on what looked like broomsticks.

"Where are we going to put his trunk?" Sirius asked loudly.

"Shhh, be quiet!" James whispered, "I think dad put some enchantments on here before that would allow us to hang anything heavy on it without falling. Well, that's what he did last time when we went camping".

They flew down to the last house, where they stopped by a window with bars and tried to look inside. They were not prepared for what they saw.

A body was lying in a pool of dark liquid in the corner of the room. The room itself was dim and dirty, with only a thin mattress, a desk and a tiny wardrobe on the far end of the room.

"Se-Severus?" James stared in horror, "How do we get in? Sirius! We've got to help him! How do we get in!"

"I-is that blo-blood?" Sirius stuttered,

"Yes! That's why we need to help him!"

"Hold on a second, I think I have something," Sirius mumbled, reaching into his pocket, holding out a small paperclip "Aha here it is," He flew down onto the ground towards the door, and stuck the paper clip in the keyhole, turning it a couple of times until he heard a soft click. Smiling, he opened the door quietly and motioned for James to come and join him.

"How did you do that?" James whispered, as they entered the small house and begin going up the stairs.

"I learned it from these muggle kids a couple of years ago". They walked through the cramped hall and reached a door. Sirius stuck the paperclip inside the keyhole again and twisted, as James watched in fascination.

Opening the door, both boys dropped their broomsticks inside and ran over to their best friend. James and Sirius knelt down and tried to lift him up, causing the boy to stir a bit.

James carefully got ahold of him, Sirius grabbed their brooms and they carefully went down the stairs.

"Should we bring his trunk?" Sirius asked,

"No, I'm sure mum or dad can get it afterward," James responded, completely forgetting that he wasn't supposed be here.

Both boys hopped on their brooms as they started to fly back towards their house.

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It was eight and Euphemia decided to check the boys' room to see if they were awake yet. When she saw that the beds were occupied she smiled until she noticed something unusual with the blankets. She walked closer and lifted the blankets, only to find a couple of pillows in its place. She went over to the other bed and noticed the same thing.

Thinking that the boys were in the bathroom and decided to pull a little prank, she went to the bathroom to find it empty too.

"Darling, did you go outside this morning yet?" She heard Fleamont ask from downstairs.

"No, why?" She answered.

"The backdoor is unlocked, but I'm sure that I locked it last night," He replied as he walked upstairs.

"The boys are not in their rooms or the bathroom," Euphemia asked, "Where could they be?"

Fleamont cast a point me charm and said, James Potter. The wand pointed towards the backdoor as they followed it, getting downstairs they heard whispers and soon found the two boys. They clearly did not realize he was there as he cleared his throat "James Charles Potter".