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How are you guys doing? Finally, the last chapter is up! I'm so grateful for all the love you've been giving my story. You are all amazing, seriously <3 <3

Here goes the last one! I hope you enjoy it!

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The man flashed a warm, gentle smile at the boy; before facing the adults indifferently.

"Dad?" repeated James incredulously, staring at his son.

"That's enough. It's settled. You're not going back to that school next year."

Jamie was about to counter-argue the man, but Archer's father spoke up before he could formulate a sentence.

"Right. As interesting as it is to hear you give your opinion without anyone asking, and believe me, Potter, it is so interesting. As hard as it may be for you, I believe you should keep in mind this isn't about you; that way, we can cut to the chase. How about that?" he spoke.

James scowled and glared at the man.

"Don't tell me what to do," growled James.

The other man sighed.

"Still unbearable. God and people say maturity makes people better."

"One more word, and I swear..." threatened Sirius, and Mr Yane rolled his eyes.

"Very well," Dumbledore interjected.

"Explanations will be given, just as you wish," stated the old man.

"On both sides."

As he finished his sentence, he stared at Archer's father intensely and in response, Arthur merely arched an eyebrow. James sighed and began to tell the story in full. Explaining how Pettigrew somehow managed to get into the adults' heads and play them against each other. The man explained how Wormtail had set Sirius up, convincing James and Lily that he had switched sides before forging his own death to escape, and ended by letting them know how he had encountered Harry and Remus the year before, and everything got cleared out. Jamie listened to the story intently, as did Archer.

"So that was it," Arthur Yane said with a bored tone.

"Basically, you guys were dumb. Why am I not surprised."

Jamie stifled a laugh.

"Dumb? We trusted him! We were friends! Of course, I don't expect you to understand anything about what that's about," Sirius hissed.

"Ouch," replied Arthur inexpressibly.

The two men continued to argue for some reason that Jamie slowly lost interest. A couple of minutes later, just as he thought about everything, he felt himself get twice as angry at his parents and brother. If only they had told the truth. If only they had trusted him enough, then Jamie wouldn't have been in eminent anxiety overthinking his brother was in danger, wouldn't have had to lie to Mia and wouldn't have caused all that mess by having to sort things out on his own.

Why was he the only one who always had to sort things out on his own? It was not fair.

"Dad," Archie called after a while.

"We'd better go," the boy completed, noticing the deadly look on his best friend's face.

Arthur looked away from Sirius for a second and stared at Jamie shortly before agreeing lightly with his head.

"Okay. Let's end this once and for all. I was on the seaside in England when a muggle found me. I was nearly dead, with no memories, and not even knowing how I got there," Arthur said, shrugging.