Chapter 13

Jude liked to assume that no one in their right mind liked to be woken up at 3 o'clock in the morning. Mostly because he didn't like to be woken up at 3 o'clock in the morning. James was his best friend, yes, but waking him up at such an ungodly hour was not something best friends did. Especially after a day where he had finally won the quidditch cup for the Gryffindor house after 3 grueling hours of playing.

"Jude," James whispered, nudging Jude's sleeping form. "Jude, wake up."

Jude groaned groggily, smacking his friend's hand away, "No, James. I shouldn't be up before the sun. That's not the order of things."

He could practically hear the other boy rolling his eyes before he started nudging him again, "Get up. We're going on a quest. You said you were up for it."

Jude peeled his heavy eyelids open slightly, "Is Emma up?"

"Jude," The red blur in front of him spoke up.

Before the blue eyed boy could even scream, his mouth was covered and his glasses were place haphazardly on his face. He panted harshly, throwing his friends arm off of him and straightening his glasses. "What the bloody hell?"

"We're going on a quest, Jude," Emma whispered, standing from where she knelt by the boy's bed. "We need to go now so we don't get caught."

Jude slapped a hand to his face tiredly, "Alright, alright." He grunted, getting off his bed. He slipped on his jumper and trainers. "Let's go quickly before anyone wakes up. I don't want anyone seeing us."

James winked, holding up a thick cloth, "I got us covered." He threw it over the three of them. Jude blinked confusedly when he could see through it. The brown eyed boy clarified quietly as they began to walk out of the dormitory, "It's my dad's invisibility cloak. He didn't let me take it at first since he thought I was just going to play pranks with it. So when you told me about Liam, I had Lily, my little sister, send it to me through our home owl."

"Are you sure he won't get mad?" Jude didn't think he wanted to see a mad Harry Potter. "Or your mum too?" To hell with a mad Harry Potter, he'd rather see that then a mad Ginny Potter. Mothers were ten times scarier according to his friends.

James rolled his eyes, "My dad has no room to talk. On his first year, he did almost the same thing looking for Voldemort-oh Merlin, Emma. Please stop flinching every time I say his name."

"Sorry."

"Anyways," James continued as they made their way down the stairs. "He did the same thing, so he can't fault me for helping my friends."

"And what about your mum?"

James shrugged, "That's a whole different story. I'll just turn her on my dad."

Jude furrowed his brow confusedly. He took careful steps once they got off the stairs and walked down the corridor. "How?"

"I'll tell her that my dad was going to give this to Albus on his first year at Hogwarts," James explained, and Jude could hear the bitterness in his voice. The blue eyed boy could only imagine how hard it must be for James, having to have a brother who was more loved than he was and feeling like he was worth nothing. Even with Albus being the middle child, it seemed that James felt more like the middle child than the older one.

Jude was knocked out his thoughts when they got to an exit and James held them both back. "What is it?" He looked around frantically, trying to find what had his friend so shaky.

"There," James whispered, pointing to where a small bit of lit was coming. "I think those are leftover Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters?" Jude questioned confusedly. He mentally winced; he felt so stupid talking sometimes.

"They worked for the Dark Lord," Emma explained as they watched the men walk around the fields. "They're wizards gone bad. Aurors took them out pretty quickly after the war and sent them to Azkaban, but some were able to elude them. My guess is that they're still looking for someone to follow."

"Shh," James hissed when he saw a familiar face walk into the clearing.

Jude furrowed his brow, feeling his stomach twist in anguish. What was Professor Lamb doing out here, talking to Death Eaters? He got that the man used to be in the Slytherin house, but didn't James say that not all Slytherins were bad?

"Where's the boy?" One of the masked men demanded.

Lamb looked like he was in tears as he was shaking like a leaf in the wind, "I-I don't k-know. I don't know how I was supposed to take him. What more did you want? I got information on the lad."

"Like what?" The other one questioned.

"He-he-he's an orphan," The DADA professor stammered, holding up his shaking palms as if to calm the dark wizards. "He's be-be-best friends with J-James Potter."

"I don't give two shites if he's friends with James Potter," The dark wizard snarled. "I would care even less if he was friends with Harry Potter himself. The Dark Lord said he wanted Porter and you're going to give him to us."

Lamb's sweat poured down his face fiercely, as did his tears and snot. "I-I can't just take him. Wh-what don't you understand? He's a student and people will realize if he's missing. I tried to get him when I knocked him out with the bludger, but it didn't work. He's too heavily guarded."

"Do you want to anger the Dark Lord?" Masked man hissed venomously. "You're already starting to piss me off, you twat."

"P-p-p-please," Lamb pleaded, clasping his sweaty palms together. "Please, I beg you. I'll bring the boy, just please hold on."

Jude felt himself get lightheaded as his scars burned once more. The only time they ever burned was when-

"That's enough, boys," The eerily familiar voice rang out. Jude swallowed harshly when he saw the blond boy in Slytherin robes walk out onto the clearing.

Liam Lazarus twirled his wand in his hand, smirking lightly. He waved it in Lamb's direction, "We shouldn't expect much from a soft man. He's no Death Eater, that's for sure."

Lamb fell to his knees, his new tears rushing down his face. "Please. Spare me. I'll do your bidding, I promise. Please."

Lazarus stared at him with feigned sympathy before snarling and raising his wand, "Avada Kedavra."

The three first years watched as their DADA professor fall to the ground, lifeless. The blond's eyes then roamed until it landed on their invisible bodies.