Advice and council

Sweat poured down James brow as he pushed the dirt and worked to get the casket open alone as the rain poured down on his head. He finally got it open and then peaked inside before slamming it shut.

He hurried out of the grave and with wave of his wand buried the casket again in dirt. There was no sign of his work. He kept his senses active as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Think. Think. What the hell I am I going to do?" James whispered to himself as his beat against his chest and felt panic start to set it. A picture of one man that was always there and he knew he could trust to help him sort through his thoughts appeared in his he head then the he went into apparition. 

James appeared in the head master office of Hogwarts as Professor Neville Longbottom was giving a private lesson to a young female. Tan Tan stood with tea kettle serving them tea.

The girl stared at him wide eyed. Her chestnut honey eyes stared at him in surprise. "Are you James Potter?"

James frowned wondering how she guessed that so quickly. "Yes. How did you guess that?"

"Your famous. Your family is famous now." She said in thick a Scottish accented voice.

James shaking his head at that. What he done to warrant that. Then he looked at setting and he stared at Neville.

"I'm sorry Professor to disturb you. I'll come back another time." James began but Neville held up a hand.

"Wait a bit. I was just finishing up my lesson with Tammy." He said and turned to say something to the young girl but she was already gathering her books and notebook.

"Tammy. I will call for you-"

"Yes. Sir Professor Longbottom. I'll be coming when you ask for me. Good day to you and good day to you Mr. Potter." She said and quickly gathering her supplies and heading out of the door.

"James what's wrong?" Neville asked with frown on his face.

"You know about my Grandpa Harry?" James asked.

Neville studied at him but nodded his head slowly. "Yes. But you already knew that from your parents. What's your question?"

"How did he come back to meet you and my father again or has he always been in contact with you?" James asked carefully.

Neville leaned back in his seat studying him. "We believe he died of a heart failure in bed at first and burried him but he came back a few years ago when your father went to the far east. He appeared and acted as a protection for your mother while your father was away."

James started pacing balling his right hand in a fist and then releasing it as he walked. "You just took it for granted that he was Harry Potter."

Neville rocked a little in his seat. "No. I know he is your grandfather. It's not a mask or some type of charm. Do you do you doubt his claim?"

James shook his head. "Something is off. I have to ask him what happened to change him into what he is now. I don't want to do that but there is something else I can't figure out about him that doesn't make sense. How did my uncles and their families die off."

"One by duel. Two by betrayals and the rest by war and battles all orchestrated by the worshippers of the dark lord. Your father nearly died by duel with his best friend no less." Neville said calmly.

"My father has founded a sky realm for the magi and loyalists to us. It is a strange place but I want you to see it. Will you come with me, right now?" James said.

Neville came to his feet. "Of course but then you must tell me what is wrong?"

James held out his arm. Neville took hold of it and a second later they appeared in Hawks Landing.

Neville looked around the sky realm in wide eyed surprise walking around and looking down at the grey stone floor studying it closely in rubbing his chin.

"It's amazing isn't it." James said in neutral voice.

Neville smiled and looked up when Angus appeared beside them grinning. "You've done some good work Mr. Potter."

Angus grinned shaking his head. "Not my work at all this is all James' dream. I'm just protecting it." He said.

Neville looked up toward James and froze at the strained expression on his face. "Angus. Give us a moment alone please."

Angus disappeared leaving the two alone now. Both men stared at each other quietly.

"Where is your Grandpa Harry?" Neville asked calmly.

James shrugged. "He doesn't trust the magic in this place. He's to old school. It kind of freaks him out a bit. Your pretty calm about it though."

Neville nodded. "Took the worshippers of the dark Lord to plan out the near assassination of your family before your father was the first to put an end to the curse. He lost a great many of his family. He had to become a man earlier then expected and then he took another course then anyone in his family entirely when he left for the far east."

James nodded. "I need your help with something." He said.

"Of course. One question though. Do you suspect your Grandpa Harry of something?"

"Of course I do. He's a liar." James said straight face without blinking.

Neville closed his eyes in thought and then opened them again looking around. "Do you believe your great grandfather is traitor to your family?"

James shook his head. "Grandpa Harry has his own reasons for lying to us about what he is and what happened to my family. I wouldn't have bother asking him what happened because I know he want to tell me the truth because it is either to embarrassing or he knows it might paint him and his character in an unfavorable light to me."

"James he showed your mother his past. You could ask her about it. She is an experienced of a back-sight and surely you can" Neville said.

James laughed. "What makes you think I haven't already looked at her past memories." He said.

Neville shook her head. "No. No."

James nodded. "I've looked at her memories of that night he appeared to her. Just a bunch of violent memories men dying but one memory was left out to connect it all."

Neville waved a hand. "Alright. What doesn't make sense?"

"You and my dad gave me an account of how it all happened. Something is wrong with that accounts though and visions. I checked the grave site."

Neville stared at him. "You found a body?"

James nodded. "Yes. There was a body but the wand was missing and need your help with something."

Neville nodded his head. "Yes. I'm following your logic and I think you are correct. I have an idea."