Below is a version that will work. The only change I had to make was change the word "fetch" to "get" in the paragraph that started: "McGonnagall looked at James grimly." Somehow, in the original writing, this wasn't acceptable. This was one extremely bizarre issue. You can copy and paste the post below.
Sartre wrote:
James woke up alone the next morning. He sat up, and briefly stared into the fireplace. After a few moments, he was finally able to comprehend what had happened the day before. Lily had been taken from Hogwarts by Draco, and she obviously had yet to return. Hoping for the best, he went up to to dormitories, and looked for Albus, who was still asleep. He wasn't sure what he should do. Harry and Hermione had said that they'd contact them the moment they heard something, but there had been no word.
"Where is Valencia?" he asked himself, walking slowly down the stairs from the boys dormitory, keeping very silent. He sat down in a chair by the fireplace, and sat alone, trying to collect this thoughts.
It had been hours, and James was still sitting alone. Nobody had walked in or out of the common room. It was like the whole school had vanished. He decided, in a feeble attempt to get the horrible thoughts out of his mind, that he'd go down to the Great Hall and talk to Valencia.
The trip to the great hall seemed to take no time. He walked in, and there were two people sitting in the middle table. It was McGonnagall and Valencia.
"Hello, Potter," said McGonnagall, "Good sleep?" She smiled as she said this.
"I've had better," He yawned, "Any word on Lily yet?"
Valencia sighed, started eating another piece of bacon.
"None," the old professor said, "But your parents did leave you a parcel" She beamed as she said this, and picked up a nicely wrapped package. There was a letter attached the parcel.
"I no longer have any use for this, but I'm sure in the near future, you will.."
James quickly opened the package. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds.
James picked up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material. James looked at McGonnagall, puzzled.
"Ah yes," she said, "This proved very useful to your father." She was staring intently at James, now. "Try it on," She said smiling.
He did so, and was immediately amazed.
He looked down, and his body had disappeared. Valencia half choked on her food, and, somehow coughed out the words "What is it!?"
"That's an invisibility cloak, a very special one," said the professor. "It has helped your father in countless occasions. I expect It will do the same for you."
James thanked Professor McGonagall for delivering the package for him, and placed the cloak on the table. As he did so, a snowy white owl zoomed through the window, and dropped a letter on the cloak. It read:
"We've found her. She's at Malfoy Manor. He wants the wand and the cloak. We're attacking tonight.
Harry Potter"
McGonnagall looked at James grimly. "I think it's best that you get Albus and Hugo, and meet Valencia and myself back here"
He nodded, and raced off toward the common rooms.
A few moments later, the three boys reapearred in the great hall. Hugo's bright red hair was still scruffy, but Albus' was perfectly neat.
"Now then," said McGonnagall "Your parents have asked me to keep you safe, so you will all be kept in the Room of Requirement until this ordeal has been settled. I expect all three of you to stay there until I come back for you." She exchanged glances between the 4 of them. They all looked scared, but nodded simultaneously.
"Very well," she said, and led them to the Room where they would be spending the next 24 hours in.
As they approached the wall, a door appeared, and the 5 of them walked through it. The room was exactly like the Gryffindor common rooms, without the Dormitories. It had 5 beds against the 4 different walls. There was a fireplace that looked freshly stacked with firewood, and a couch stood in front of it.
McGonnagall nodded, and turned to leave the room. As she was half way through the door, she turned and looked back.
"Potter, I fear we have far more to worry about than this.."
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