When in January the snow showers fall
and pierce December’s Christmas spirit all,
and no sweet birds make melody,
for all their feathers are at the sea
when bears sleep and rabbits dream
on the road only will be seen
not-quite-fair travelers braving Nature’s rage
to embark on a sort of pilgrimage
for to prepare for the chance of a small rhyme
to fight the most evil wizard of all time;
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
of who it has been proclaim’d
is unbeatable and undying.
And yet there are those Maraud’rs who are trying
to defeat this evil being’s pow’r
by traversing every minute and hour
on the orders of one Dumbledore
in order to train for the war.



There

It happened that, in that season, on a certain day as James Potter lay unhappily freezing in an inn in the North of Scotland, that he was joined in his training by four companions all headed in the same direction.

James, being so engulfed in his training (as were the rest of his four companions) had seen very little of these four dear friends, gathered now in fellowship, and remarked privately to himself how they had changed.

And with one pureblooded Black would he begin: This man had changed very little in their absence. His hair remained spectacularly black and fell perfectly about his shining grey eyes. His manner was the same, as was his swagger. He seemed to be fresh from a fight, though James knew better. He walked with a smile that proclaimed his ability to do anything that he wanted and the carelessness to actually go through with it. Some would view that as a quality to be admired, though James knew better and saw through the bravado a sensitive, deeply passionate man…at least, that’s what James would tell him to avoid a beating.

And speaking of bravado, as James turned to his next companion, this one had none. She stood assuredly by, listening to their quibbles with the air, dignity, and arrogance of royalty, and with all the beauty that one would acquaint with that. Her red hair had grown since James had last seen her, falling easily over her shoulders and perfectly setting off her emerald eyes. She offered James a knowing wink when she had entered, sending the latter’s stomach into hurtles. She then plopped unceremoniously onto the bed, stretched out her legs, threw her hands behind her head, and let out an enormous yawn. Gorgeous¸ our hero sighed.

His third companion, currently engaged in good-humored banter with the aforementioned Black, was looking better than he ever had. His yellow eyes glowed with enjoyment and were less fatigued than James had remembered them being and his scars were fading. His skin, always pale, looked less sickly than usual, and he seemed physically stronger than he had ever been before. He walked and spoke with a complimenting vigor owing, James assumed, to his sense of belonging within their Order. He had also just landed an impenetrable, biting remark to Black and was basking in the glory of an argument won.

His last companion was quite shorter than the others, and considerably stouter. The difficult months of training had done little to shape him up and, though James had long ago kicked the habit excepting times of distress, this companion continued to run his hand through his thin blonde hair. His small watery eyes bounded from one bickering companion to another, occasionally adding a small, unhelpful laugh to the mix.

“I would’ve enjoyed the trip here if I hadn’t been forced to stare at Sirius’s behind the entire time,� Remus commented as he sat next to James on the bed, carefully avoiding Lily.

“Ha!� Sirius cried. “We went by portkey, Mr. Lupin. There was no ass-viewage.�

“Not true,� Lily offered unexpectedly. “The way we were placed by that broom was a constant opportunity for ‘ass-viewage.’�

“What can I say?� Sirius shrugged. “At least it was mine and not Peter’s, right?�

“Hahaha!� Peter guffawed suddenly. The others exchanged an awkward glance for a moment before bursting into their own laughter.

“Anyway,� James interjected, “does anyone actually know where Dumbledore’s sending us and why?�

Remus cleared his throat. “‘Training session number 15: To defeat the evil wizard Voldemort you must be able to adopt a plethora of disguises and sink into obscurity within a moment’s notice. To do this you must embark on a foot journey to an unspecified location and survive the obstacles that will be thrown at you. You must take a distinctly primitive approach.’ Primitive being muggle, of course.�

“Thank you Mad-Eye Moony,� Sirius said sarcastically. Remus made a face.

“Sounds simple enough,� James remarked.

“Don’t be so sure,� Lily retorted cautiously. “You know Moody. He didn’t say ‘survive’ for nothing.�

“You memorized his speech too?� Sirius laughed. “I kind of zoned out.�

And with that, the five companions settled down to a slightly unsettled sleep, in which each were left to his (or her) thoughts:

James’ thoughts were occupied by the beautiful occupant of the bed which he had given up, and many a time he had to beat his head against the wooden floor to alter them slightly (the thoughts, not the floor boards).

The beautiful occupant of the bed’s thoughts were set (very deliberately) on the mission ahead, though for some reason they always strayed back to her gentleman on the floor who, for some reason, kept hitting his head on the floor.

Sirius had positioned himself perfectly so that his feet were perpendicular to another companion’s sleeping body, and his thoughts were honed on how many kicks would awaken him.

Peter’s thoughts were occupied by the threat of no real meal for the next week and the threat of danger meant by Moody’s usage of the word ‘survive.’

And Remus? The constantly exhausted little werewolf, despite random acts of violence on his body from Sirius’s corner, slept like a log.


The next morning, as the sun began its slow ascent from beneath the mountains, the five rose to greet the glorious day (Sirius, who had been up all night kicking the seemingly lifeless body of Remus was far less enthusiastic in his greeting of the sun. Remus, on the other hand, greeted the day with a smile and a painful throb in his ribs, the cause of which was curiously unknown to him).

And so, with a small breakfast of bread and milk from the equally tired innkeeper, the five companions set off on their adventure.

“It’s bloody c-cold out here…� Sirius growled after five minutes of trudging along the frozen dirt road. The sun, which had risen so gloriously only moments before, had disappeared behind a cold grey sky. The bare trees waved their branches unhappily in the small, yet biting, breeze.

The others nodded at his pronouncement, their toes frozen and their teeth chattering. Within an hour of walking and idle chatter, Lily was pressed against James, who was using what little body warmth he possessed to warm her, and Remus was nearly a block of ice pushing his legs forward.

“C-can’t we stop and make a fire or something?� Sirius insisted. “That’s primitive enough for Moody, isn’t it?�

They all nodded and found the nearest dead tree and huddled underneath it. Sirius and James collected a few branches and Peter stones as Lily and Remus, the most experienced in “primitive� fire building, made a small clearing for the twigs.

In five minutes’ time, after many frustrated outbursts from James and Sirius, and a few growls from Lily, a small fire was “roaring� beneath their hands. More wood was gathered and in five more minutes’ time a real fire was actually roaring and the five were able to be slightly warm and comfortable.

“How long should we stay here?� Peter asked, refraining from adding a question about lunchtime.

“We can’t freeze to death out here,� James said fairly. “I doubt the cold’s the obstacle Moody was harping on, so I think it’s a given that we survive that. We’ll rest here for a half an hour and then move on. How’s that?�

The other four nodded miserably, and a half an hour later the five black clad travelers left their little dell to again brave the forces of nature.

All of that day they traveled, stopping hourly to warm themselves by a quickly constructed fire.

“D-d’you think h-heating charms a-are out of the q-question?� Peter stuttered, though he knew the answer before he’d even asked the question.

“Ask Remus, h-he’s memorized the damned soliloquy,� Sirius mumbled. Remus, however, didn’t respond: his eyes were fixed on the road ahead and he seemed to be searching desperately for a random spot of heat.

When the sun began to set and there was no sign either of trouble, obstacles, or random spots of heat, the five resigned themselves to the fact that they would be forced to spend the night outside.

They had a large fire and much extra firewood going when the sun was totally gone, but none were able to sleep. They were pressed closely together in a circle around the fire. Each was expecting some terrible thing to occur for, as the shadows darkened and the new moon could barely be seen, every sound was like the approach of quiet footfalls and every breath of wind brought with it dangerously calculating whispers.

It was after the twentieth start by Remus that Sirius finally threw his hands in the air and cried, “That’s enough! We’ve got to do something about this! It’s ridiculous!�

“About what?� James muttered angrily, his eyes trained on an oddly moving shadow (which, though he wasn’t aware, was a harmless little bush, trying to survive in the wind).

“This paranoia!�

“What paranoia?� James and Lily snapped sharply and loudly.

Sirius raised his eyebrow. “Let’s think. What did we used to do at school when we were scared?�

“Y-you were s-scared of s-something, S-Sirius?� Remus attempted a laugh.

Sirius just rolled his eyes as they all thought. “That one night,� Peter began, “we told those ghost stories, remember?�

Everyone froze even more than they already were, and now not only was every sound a footfall and every wind a whisper of danger, but every shadow and every star hinted of supernatural occurrences.

“Canterbury Tales,� Lily said suddenly, causing the clinically paranoid Marauders to jump five feet into the air. “They told stories to each other to pass the time. It’s kind of like Peter’s ghost story idea [they all shivered, and it wasn’t with the January wind] but…more friendly…?�

They sat quietly, a million ideas for stories racing through their minds:

Peter wondered how he could work food into the main subject, as his poor subject was growling cruelly. Remus was contemplating the overhead constellations, trying to guess by the stars’ positions where they were headed. James was too focused on Lily to be thinking of a story, wondering how to get the others to sleep before making his move and Sirius...

“Half a bloody minute,� he said suddenly, his eyes gleaming. “Moody said no magic for our mission, right?� They shrugged, not really listening. “So we don't use magic for our mission. This isn't our mission, is it? Let’s up the ante then, shall we?�

His plan was intricate, yes, but it gained their interest. “Not only would we tell stories,� he explained carefully. “But we’ll actually be in them, which makes it much more fun. Person who tells the story has to think it up first, obviously, but then they do the Charm and we all get our little costumes and we have our little places and just do as the narrator says.�

“Who’s the narrator if we’re all in it?� Lily asked, not entirely sure of the “charm� Sirius was talking about.

“That’s the trick!� Sirius smiled. “You see, the spell makes it such that you can narrate and be in it at the same time.�

“I don’t get it…� Peter mused, as Remus muttered, “So it’s a ‘spell’ now, is it?�

“Look, you know how you can think and talk at the same time?� Sirius said patiently, his eyes still glowing and readjusting himself, hardly able to contain his excitement.

“Yes…� they all said slowly.

“It’s the same concept. I won’t lie, it’s a tough spell, but once you get the hang of thinking the story and everyone else’s role while doing yours it’s actually quite simple.�

“And you’ve done this how many times?�

Sirius raised his eyebrow as James sat back smugly. He was the only of the group to have heard of this particular Spell/Charm, as Sirius put it, and he was not happy with it. Turning to the other three, he explained. “My dad told me of spells Dark Wizards use. It’s similar to the Imperius but not exactly that. You basically create an alternate world, sticking that person inside of it and do what you will. That way they won’t be lying when they say they saw something happen. You follow me?�

Peter blinked at him. “In case of Veritaserum,� Lily began, “but the Imperius curse works through that, I thought.�

“It does,� James nodded, “but someone who knows that person just might pick up on a difference in personality, which is another problem altogether. It’s easier this way because even the person’s mum would swear her son wasn’t lying.�

“Ah,� the other three nodded, Sirius looking grumpily on.

“We wouldn’t be controlling anyone, you know. Not permanently. Just for a short amount of time to enjoy a good story!�

They stared at him angrily. “So you want to use Dark Magic on us?� Remus stated simply. “Very nice, Sirius, as we’re out here trying to stop evil and whatnot.�

“It’s not evil!� Sirius cried, his small patience quota full. “Look, it’s taking the same concept and making it good! We’re…well we’re basically fighting the baddies just by doing it!� Sirius finished triumphantly, sitting back with a huge smile on his face.

“Have you ever read The Lord of the Rings?� Remus asked seriously, but James cut in. “It doesn’t feel right, mate. Doing something that’s in essence bad and pretending it’s good.�

“It’s just fun, Prongs! Just fun. It sure beats sitting and listening to Peter stutter over some nonsense for three hours.�

This they conceded, though Peter was much chagrined by their assent. “Fine…� James sighed, still obviously against the idea. “But as soon as it gets out of hand…�

“This is stupid,� Lily said bluntly, frowning. “I love that you tried to pass it off as something simple,� she added sarcastically. “A charm,� she mimicked. “A spell. Oh brilliant, Sirius. I have total confidence in your integrity.�

“More than I have in my own, then,� he laughed devilishly. “Right. The incantation is simple enough, but you need to concentrate on your story and know what happens, so whoever’s going to start needs to think it up now.�

“My mouth’s frozen shut,� Remus said through clenched teeth.

“How convenient,� Sirius muttered.

They were quiet for some time, each actually forming stories now. James’s eyes at once lit up, realizing the full potential of this sometimes-Dark magic. He would be in control of everyone…

“I’ll start,� James sighed. “I seem to be in full possession of my jaw movements, and if something goes wrong I want to be the one to be the one in charge of it. What’s the incantation?�

Sirius coughed a bit. “Fraudatio Imperio.�

“What?!� they cried and he started yelling just as soon as they did: “Well I told it would be anyway, so why the surprise?�

“You didn’t tell us; James did!� Lily shouted angrily.

“Honestly, Sirius, this is ridiculous!� Remus snapped, his mouth oddly working again.

“I don’t see why we’re surprised,� James interjected suddenly, his story ripe in his head. “We knew what it was so let’s just do it. It just sounds bad is all.�

“That’s two more for Voldemort tonight,� Lily muttered mutinously to Remus as James cleared his throat.

“Okay…� he muttered.

“Fraudatio,� Sirius cued.

“Right…� James swallowed. He’d never done Dark Magic before. It wasn’t really Dark Magic, though, was it? It wasn’t being used for something evil and therefore was quite passably OK…wasn’t it? The idea of his story, however, was too much to resist, the temptation so great that he raised his wand to his head and said, guiltily, “Fraudatio Imperio.�

The Potter’s Tale

Lily opened her eyes, which she had involuntarily shut at the shout of “Imperio,� and saw, much to her chagrin, James Potter’s smiling face.
“Bloody hell,� she growled. She stood up, scratching her head distractedly. “Let’s get this done, Potter.�
“That’s not one of the lines,� he said in confusion.
Lily shrugged. “Maybe we can still talk as our normal selves, but have to say your lines when they come up?�
“Right…� James nodded, furrowing his brow. “But how do I do this, anyway? I love that Sirius didn’t explain anything.�
“Except for the fact that we’re currently using a revised version of a dark spell,� she muttered angrily.
James, however, was not exactly paying attention. Do I just think? he thought, and was surprised to hear his voice reverberating in the air. Lily looked around with her mouth slightly open.
“Impressive,� she nodded appreciatively.
“Yeah,� he agreed, glancing over at her. Very impressive, he sighed inwardly, and both nearly had a heart attack as these words echoed into the air.
“What is?� she asked suspiciously, having noted his facial expression.
“Ha,� James laughed dismally, immediately starting the story.

Once upon a time there was a poor, unassuming lad who lived with his dear mother and their cow. This lad’s name was Potter, and he was quite alone in the world.

Remus looked into the sky with apprehension. There was not a cloud to be seen as the final echoes of James’ ethereal voice died away. He took a deep breath. For the last few moments, alone, he’d slowly come to the realization that whatever he was standing on was not completely solid.
Remus Lupin was no coward: every month he underwent excruciating pain and transformed into a werewolf. Granted, it wasn’t his choice, but that made it even braver. He dealt with it, he never complained, and he’d be the last person to admit that he was brave.
Even so, he took an even deeper breath before looking at his feet. He stared, unblinking, at the ground for a moment before nodding in resignation.
Remus Lupin was currently standing on a cloud.

Potter was a dutiful chap, doing everything his mum told him to and more besides. He took such great care of their cow that people in their village spoke of him far and wide as the “tamer of animals.�

“‘Tamer of animals’ my ass,� a new voice muttered wickedly behind him. Remus rolled his eyes as Sirius continued: “My ass, get it? Ass? Tamer of animals?�
“I seem to remember this whole thing being your idea, so thanks again, Sirius, for getting us stuck in the middle of the sky.�
Sirius looked around him and shrugged. “We won’t die,� he said matter-of-factly. “This is basically an odd, collective dream.�
Remus simply raised an eyebrow. “We’re not with James and the others. Does that matter?�
“No,� Sirius said. “I mean, everyone involved in the spell has to be part of it the whole time, though not necessarily involved.�
“I think I’m confused…�
“We need to be here but not involved til the spell caster needs us to be, get it?�
Remus shrugged. “Sure.�

As so often happens in the lives of lads who are dutiful and unassuming, a woman came along and ruined his tranquility. She was the most beautiful in all of the land; everyone spoke of her as the “tamer of men� and that was certainly true. Every single bloke in the village wanted a piece of her and poor Potter was one of them. He was, however, much too shy to openly court her and so contented himself with stealing glances as she passed by. This fair damsel’s name was Oleander.

Lily glared at him as she was propelled through the newly materialized “town,� watching him steal glances at her. “Love the costume, by the way,� she snarled as she was forced to ‘pass him by’ for the hundredth time. She was clothed in a very tight, very scanty green “dress,� which featured a slit from her thigh and a very low cut. “Very historically accurate,� she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm and loathing.
“Can’t change Medieval styles, love,� James grinned evilly from under his poor man’s cap.

Despite the simple problems of life in the sleepy village, such as fattening the cow(s) and falling in love with flowery women, a much larger entity began to loom over them. Potter realized that, with the terrible weather setting in, Cow would not suffice for their income and he decided one day to sell the animal for a proper wage.
Potter went into town with Cow in tow, perfectly set on making at least a galleon. As Potter began his bartering with the salesman, however, Oleander floated by and Potter, utterly distracted by her beauty, accidentally sold Cow for three Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans.

As he said it, so it happened. Lily was forced to march by once again and so James’ cow was lost to a faceless market man. Her face, however, showed very little of the mindless beauty that James was envisioning and more of a snarling sorceress.

“This is quite the exciting story,� Sirius said sarcastically from his perch on a cloud. He and Remus, after having conquered their fear of the height, were lounged on the soft white and staring absently at the blue sky.
“Oh indeed,� Remus continued. “I love the truly engaging plot line and the complex characters.�
I can hear you, you know, echoed James’ voice. I can hear everything.
“Can Lily hear us?� Remus asked, paying the voice no attention.
“No,� Sirius answered, following suit. “Only the ‘master of the universe.’�
That’s right! James’ voice thundered proudly. The master of the universe is speaking to you!
“Aren’t you special,� Sirius growled. “We’re sitting here,� he shouted at the omniscient voice, “rotting our arses off waiting for you to finish! Any closer to our part, Mr. Potter?�
“This was your idea, genius,� Remus muttered to Sirius.
After a long pause, in which James was quite obviously trying to form a story (there were a few disjointed thoughts that came through, such as Jack in the…, magical beans, and bugger):

Potter was heartbroken. First of all, Oleander hadn’t even noticed him again and secondly, the Botts’ beans weren’t even good flavors! Potter trudged back to his shack with no Cow and no wages, and faced the wrath of his sickly but surprisingly evil mother. She grabbed the poorly flavored beans and chucked them out the window.
Potter stayed awake late into the night, gazing at the stars and sighing, knowing that he and Oleander could never be together. With this in mind, he fell into a restless sleep.

James was interrupted in his pining sleep as he heard Sirius shouting in the clouds above him.
What are you doing up there?
Sirius and Remus didn’t pay attention. Remus threw the piece of cloud again as Padfoot leapt after it, barking madly.
Are you playing fetch, Padfoot?
“You’re currently pining, James,� Remus shrugged. “What else is there for the ambiguous other characters to do?� He frowned suddenly. “Where’s Peter?�

Suddenly a rat scurried by Potter’s feet, but he paid it no heed.

“Why are we even in the clouds up here, anyway?� Remus asked, all of their voices invading James’s mind at once.
Would you all just shut it so I can concentrate on this? It’s not easy being a genius, you know.
This was met with silence, Remus and Sirius in the clouds, Lily absently throwing rocks into a well, and especially from the rat who glared at James with beady eyes.

The next morning, a boogie-flavored thing was shooting out from his backyard. Potter, at first, thought that it was another odd manifestation of his dreams until he accidentally smacked his head on the windowsill in an effort to see to the top of the Bean Stalk.
His mother was furious. Many valuable things were thrown that morning as she cursed poor Potter to Hades and beyond. He trudged outside to attempt to cut the thing down and who should happen by at that moment but Oleander herself, quite startled by the unpleasant smell of Boogey emanating from her secret admirer’s abode.

“Oh, James, that’s terrible!� Lily cried, covering her mouth with the capacious sleeve of her gown.
“Say the line, Lil,� he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, trying to look serious.
“What line, you haven’t thought it yet –� Suddenly Lily grabbed her throat, trying to keep her mouth shut. Inevitably, her mouth burst open and a terribly high, whiny voice emitted from it: “Whatever is that?�
The rat froze in his place. The two Marauders kicking the feathery clouds stopped. James abruptly ceased laughing as Lily’s green eyes lit with a terrible fire.
Squeaking quite dismally, James looked for an escape. Lily took a step towards him, her hair almost literally flaming around her face.
James desperately wished to disappear but decided to opt for plan B, which involved a hurried climb up the boogie-flavored beanstalk, Lily seriously contemplating chasing after him.

Once his head was over the white, he let out a gasp at the sight: ahead of him stood an enormous palace in the clouds with many winding spires and other castle-like features.
Potter, stunned at the riches and conscious of Oleander attempting to climb the Stalk as well, scurried off of the Bean Stalk and hurried over the clouds to the palace.

Very conscious of Lily scaling the stalk, James raced to the odd building, perched high above his make believe world, and hoping for an escape. He looked back behind him just as he reached the door; there was Lily, storming towards him, heedless of the height. He bolted inside.

There was no need to knock: the crack in between each door was large enough for him to slip through. He was minuscule compared to his surroundings. Everything was at least ten times its normal size, and the first thing that caught Potter’s eyes was a ten-times-its-size piece of cheese on an enormous table.
Not one to pass on a good meal, Potter was on top of the table in a manner of minutes, and to his delight found an entire ten-times-its-normal-size meal! Potter dug in, very aware of the growling in his impoverished belly.

James didn’t fully realize why the earth was shaking as he chomped on the giant queso. It wasn’t Lily, for even she in all of her wrath couldn’t move the world like that.
“FEE FIGH FOE FUM! I SMELL THE BLOOD OF A WEREWOLF BUM!�
“I hate you.�
“HEIDI WIDEY NIDEY HOE! THERE IS INDEED SOME SNOW BELOW!�
“Why am I always stuck with you?
“CHICKEN LICKEN –�

Potter was horrified. He crouched low behind a stick of butter, hoping against hope that neither giant would see him. Unfortunately, he could not see them either, and had to rely on his incredible sense of hearing to figure out where they were headed.

“Why are you such a spoiler?�
“Of what? Your insanity?�
“No! Of fun! We just found this house and all you can do is whine.�
Potter could almost hear the other giant shrug.
“You’ve stopped yelling – at least that’s a start.�
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?�

Potter chanced a glance at the two giants by sticking his head over a chunk of mozzarella. They weren’t very remarkable looking. The first, loud one, had black hair and looked shaggy and smelly. The second was just normal, albeit fifty meters tall or so.

James thought all of this in a whisper, hoping against hope that Sirius and Remus, for indeed that was the identity of the giants, would not notice him eating their cheese.

A movement to his left caught Potter’s eye. Oleander, the beautiful object of his affections, had sidled through the doorway and was staring at the giants with open mouthed shock.

“FEE FIGH – hang on a second, I really do smell something…�
“For the love of God, Sirius!�
“No, no, it’s different. It’s…�

Both giants turned their heads toward the doorway and found, forty-eight meters or so below them, the tiny figure of the virginal Oleander. The giants’ eyes glistened.

“Lunch?� Sirius was compelled to say.
“After you,� Remus answered unwillingly. “I bet we die,� he added in an aside as their feet were made to move forward.
“But James is so original, Moony!� Sirius cried sarcastically.

Potter didn’t think as the giants stepped towards their door. He grabbed a string bean and lassoed it onto the smelly giant’s ear, swinging heroically onto his shoulder. Using a piece of a bread crust he’d snatched, Potter repeatedly hit the ugly giant on the neck.

“I think we have a bug problem,� Sirius muttered.
Remus glanced over at him. “James is currently attached to your neck.�
“Like I said,� Sirius shrugged, sending James flying. “Bug problem. Oh! All gone.�

Luckily, Potter had kept a tight hold on the string bean lassoed to the ugly one’s ear to he landed right back on the shoulder.
“LEAVE OLEANDER ALONE!� Potter cried, jabbing once more with his bread crust. The thrust was divinely guided, for it hit the exact pressure point of the ugly giant and that, mixed with Potter’s incredible strength, sent the giant tumbling to the ground with a squeal. He hit his head so hard on the gigantic concrete that it split straight open and that was the end of the ugly one.

“James,� giant Remus said, a look of mingled surprise and amusement on his face. “You just killed Sirius with a pie crust.�
“Bread, Moony, bread,� James insisted. "It's the poor man conquering the corrupt super power with his own instrument. It's highly symbolic and intelligent," he added and then cleared his throat. Lily was glaring at him from her damsel-in-distress viewpoint.

Potter’s bread crust had been broken in the fall with the ugly giant. All he had was his brain and this giant was huge.
“Go, Potter!� Oleander cried suddenly. “I believe in you!�

James pretended not to see the utter loathing in her face.

Potter swelled with pride, glowing with the radiance of love. The giant attacked, swinging his fist down to crush the lad. Potter easily side-stepped the blow, and, with the incredible power of love, managed to kick the giant head first into the ground. The giant was no more.
Potter rushed to Oleander’s side. “Are you alright?� he implored heroically.
“Watching you fight for me…oh POTTER!� she cried and flung herself into his arms, planting a huge kiss on his lips.

And smacking him hard across the face as they parted.

He carried her down the boogey flavored Bean Stalk, which magically disappeared once he set foot on the solid ground. The village people were overjoyed that he had saved them preemptively from a potential giant threat and loaded him with money, which he used to re-purchase Cow and put his mum in a retirement home. As for he and Oleander, they lived happily ever after.