AN: Hi folks! Trying my hand at a Harry Potter fanfiction! Not entirely sure about British slang and whatnot, so bare with, ka?

Disclaimer: Much as I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter and company! They belong to J.K. Rowling, although I do enjoy borrowing them briefly!


James Potter had very few regrets in life. Looking back, he did admit to being an absolute git to his now loving wife, but she had eventually come round. Once he managed to get his head out of the clouds, that is. There had just been something about the fiery spirit of Lily Evans(now Potter) that had just drawn him in. They had clashed head on upon their first meeting and everything had seemed to go downhill from there. His friends still marveled at the fact that he had actually managed to woo the witch into submission, as his best mate Sirius so kindly put it.

No, the biggest thing that James Potter regretted was the death of his only son sixteen years previous. Peter Pettigrew, a man now dead in James' mind, had betrayed them, resulting in his little boy being killed before Voldemort moved on and attempted to do the same to the Longbottom boy. Alice and Frank Longbottom had stood tall against the Dark Lord, but they had fallen. However, when he had tried to kill Neville, his curse had rebounded and destroyed his body, leaving the child with a scar on his forehead.

Two years later, he and Lily had been blessed with a little girl who was the spitting image of her mother. Rosalie Maria Potter was the light of her parents' eyes but it didn't take away all the pain of the loss of Harry. Every year around October 31, Lily would break down crying about the littlest things and James and Rose had learned to accept that.

Sighing heavily, James shook his head to clear it of the depressing thoughts. The grounds of Hogwarts shown brightly in the spring sunlight and quickly lightened his mood. He strode across the lawn, keen to reach his destination where the love of his life was waiting for him for afternoon tea. A blast of raw magical power from behind accompanied by a powerful gust of wind nearly knocked him off his feet. Whipping around with his wand at the ready, James found himself facing five teens unconscious on the ground. The three boys and two girls looked battered and worn, their clothes obviously having seen better days.

"Bloody hell," he whispered, not entirely sure what to do.

"JAMES GREGORY POTTER!"

He cringed upon hearing not only his wife's angry voice but also the fact that she had used all three names, meaning he was in for hell.

"What in Merlin's name did you do-" Lily abruptly choked on the end of her sentence when she found her husband standing there with his wand out and five unconscious children on the ground.

"They just appeared," James managed to get out before she could yell at him more. Lily stood there blinking for a moment before visibly pulling herself together.

"We have to get them to the hospital wing," she instructed, waving her wand and conjuring five stretchers. Together, the couple maneuvered the unconscious people onto the stretchers and hurriedly brought them to the hospital wing. Lily stayed and explained what little she could to Madam Pomfrey while James hurried off to alert Dumbledore.

"Good heavens, they're beaten to the core!" Pomfrey exclaimed upon finishing her examinations. "Just what have these children been doing?"

"I wish I knew," Lily sighed, her shoulders slumping. "They just appeared on the lawn!"

"Their magical reserves are nearly drained! A little more and they could very likely die!"

"What?" Lily gasped, horrified at the severity of the situation.

What on earth could they have been doing to cause that? she thought to herself, looking at the patients with terror in her eyes. The two girls had been put on the opposite side of the room from the boys, although the girl and boy with red hair appeared to be siblings. The other three did not appear to have any relations with one another. However, the black-haired boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead looked extremely familiar to her, but she couldn't figure out why. As she pondered this, the doors opened and Dumbledore strode in, James hot on his heels.

"Are they okay?" James asked, panting slightly.

"Poppy says that their magical reserves were drained to the point of near death," Lily whispered, burying her face in her husband's chest as he wrapped his arms around her. "Who would do that to mere children?"

"I don't know, love," James murmured, stroking her back soothingly.

"This is a grave situation indeed," Dumbledore mused, gazing at the five figures inquisitively. "Poppy, my dear, will you be able to help them?"

"Of course, Albus, all they need is a good, long sleep," Madam Pomfrey stated, bustling around the beds with potions and wand in hand. "Their injuries were minimal. Sleep is the only remedy for the lack of magic, I'm afraid. I'll be sure to monitor their progress so none of them take a turn for the worse,"

"Well then, we'll just have to leave them in Poppy's capable hands until they wake up," Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together. "James, Lily, I assure you that I will inform you the instant they wake. Now, if I recall correctly, you two had planned a wonderful afternoon tea, so why don't you return to that, hm?"

Dumbstruck, James merely nodded before leading a shell-shocked Lily back outside. He gently settled her into her chair and only once he sat as well did she come back to life.

"I wish I knew who did that to them," she growled, hands clenched into fists. "No one has the right to do that to children and leave them like that!"

"Lily, my love, I'm quite sure that our good friend Albus is currently working on that as we speak," James commented. "He'll fill us in when he discovers something so for now just drink your tea and relax. It's a beautiful day and it'd be a waste to let it pass without enjoying it,"

"You're right," she sighed, reaching out and picking up the teacup James had filled for her.

"I always am," he replied cheekily with his classic smirk.

"You dolt," she giggled, enjoying the easy banter as it eased her nerves. "The world doesn't revolve around you, you know,"

"Nope, my whole world revolves around you, love," he stated promptly, a loving smile on his face.

"James Potter, you say the corniest things," she laughed.

"Only because I get to see that beautiful smile of yours every time I do," he said, leaning across the table and kissing his wife gently on the lips. "Now hurry up and drink that tea before it gets cold,"