A Wizard Reunion
Author's Note- In no way do I own Harry Potter, the only thing of mine that's been published is a stupid poem. All the wonder belongs to JK Rowling and all rights to the movies belong to Warner Bros.
Author's note... pt 2 - I've just posted my first story ' The Brightest Star' and I haven't gotten any reviews, so I'm a little discouraged. But I thought the best way to get over my writer blues was to write another story and learn from the mistakes. If any of you find this story cool, I have another that's just waiting to be read!
James Potter drove down the street of Boston, Massachusetts on the way to the Boston Liberty Bell Paper. James had been working as a reporter on the paper for almost thirteen years. The job was nice, but nothing James would have ever pictured for himself. For one, James would have never imagined moving away from England, but then there are some things you can't forget...
He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head. Lily and him had a wonderful life. James had nothing he should have complained about. They had a nice home, nice friends, and great jobs. Old lives were old lives, it was easier to start fresh and new. You can't let tragedies run the rest of your life, right? Yet he couldn't help but think of all the good times he had with Sirius and Remus. Flooding the staff's bathroom, turning all the Slytherin robes into gold and red, and transfiguring all the first' years wands into rubber. Now that one had taken a wile. It had nearly taken the friends three years to figure out how to transfigure actual magical wands. They had decided it would be their final seventh year prank. But, not much surprise to Lily, the infamous Marauders could not go half a year without pulling a prank.
James couldn't help but laugh at that. He could still see Mc gonagall's incredulous face,her eyes blazed with disappointment and anger. He was sure though that she had been proud of such difficult transfiguration.
He pulled his 2004 toyota into his assigned parking spot. James worked as a full time reporter for the Boston Liberty Bell Paper. He actually quite liked his job, even though it was so different from being a Auror. James also shook that thought out of his head. He wasn't a part of that world anymore. " Hello, Mr. Potter! Good morning!" the doorman greeted cheerfully. One of the other reporters, sports he was sure, told him that the old man had been working for the paper for nearly fifty years. James could tell that a common muggle disease that fell upon the older generation was slowly making its way through the old man. No matter how much his arthritis hurt,the old man always made a rush to the door to hold it open for each passer by.
" Hullo, Mr. Connery," James replied. The man smiled at James.
" You know son, I don't think I'll ever get used to that accent of yours." the man joked lightly. People in James office always ragged him about his British accent.
" Sorry, there isn't much I can do about that," James was very tired, he really didn't have the energy to banter with Mr. Connery. He came in early hoping to catch a few minutes of sleep before he had to officially sign in.
" You won't believe it, Mr. Potter! There's an escaped convict on the loose, and he came from right across the pond!" It seemed as if the old man had been wanting to give this beefy bit of gossip to James since he has said hello at the beginning of their chat. Definitely, he was right. Connery looked as if a dam had broken in his head. Of course James could understand. He was actually very curious.
" Escaped convict? From Britain? Who?" It had been a long time since he had heard news of England. Wizarding or not, it was something.
" Funny, ain't it? It seems as if they authorities don't know much either. There all being secretive and what not, but they mentioned the last name,Black." James head twirled around so fast it was bound to be painful later.
" Black..? Are you sure it was the name ... Black?"
" Course' I'm sure! Only definite fact they mentioned, besides him killing thirteen people! He's bad news, you could just tell by the picture. Ain't nothin good about him."
His head was reeling. Sirius? I mean, could it really be Sirius? Sirius and himself had never been shy about breaking the rules, but prison? But wait, Sirius was a wizard, and the only wizarding prison was Azkaban... He needed to sit down, this was to much. I have to get back to the car, he thought. I need to tell Lily.
Much to the bellman's surprise James turned right around and got back in his car and drove off. How could he have broken out of Azkaban? How could he have even got into Azkaban! Sirius had a righteous temper, But to kill? And thirteen people! The more he thought about it the more he came to the conclusion that this couldn't be true. James and Sirius had been like brothers, through thick and thin. He knew Sirius, and Sirius would have never done that. It was unfathomable. He really needed to talk to Lily, and fast. She would be able to give him more common sense.
James needed to help Sirius. No one had ever really been there for Sirius besides James and Remus. Sure, he had a lot of friends, but none of them were as close as the trio were. Sirius is probably cold and hungry in some wet cave, James couldn't stand the thought. He needed to help Sirius.
James's mind stopped with a sudden halt. To help Sirius, he would have to go to England. To help Sirius he would have to face all the things he left behind. James didn't want to face all that he left behind, he wanted to stay safe and sound in Boston. No Death Eaters, and no pitying looks. (James and Lily hadn't stuck around long enough to see those) James felt the lowest he had ever felt. For goodness sakes, he was being a coward. I should have been in Hufflepuff, he though bitterly. No, he would have to suck it up. He would have to help Sirius.
Next Chapter will be coming soon. If any grammar doesn't make sense please review so I can change it!
