In Ten Minutes
Author's Note: This is something I came up with, and I hope you like it. Oh, and my beta Jewls5 will also be taking part in this fic, she is helping me write it. Yes, it is a joint fic and we will tell you who is typing each chapter. Oh, I am completely disregarding the 5th book. I didn't like the ending. So, in this chapter Sirius is still alive. Well, let me say that again. The events have all happened, but Sirius did not die!
Disclaimer: Yeah, sure it's all mine, I own it all. Evil lawyer dudes with official looking papers comes out Umm... okay, I don't own it but at least the plot is mine!
Summery: It took ten minutes for Harry's life to completely change its course. Ten minutes for his life to fall in shambles, and ten minutes for him to decide exactly what he was going to do in his life. With his father alive he is in more danger then before and Sirius well he's a completely different story. Why is Sirius bitter to both his best friend and Godson?
Harry stared blankly out his window. He was at Grimmauld Place and quite frankly he didn't love it. The house held to many painful memories, and in each room it was like you could feel the pain leaking out of the cracks. Sirius wasn't too social, if he did talk, it was only to Remus, and if you asked him a question it was ignored. Harry couldn't stand it.
Sirius was the only person that Harry was able to look up to. Sirius was Harry's father figure, and now Harry felt that he didn't have one any more. What was wrong with Sirius? Harry could only think about his future, and what it would bring him.
'What will life be like after this?' Harry thought, it was almost midnight, and he was almost sixteen.
'Ten more minutes...'
Harry didn't know what the day would bring him, what would the year bring him. What trouble would he get into this year?
'Nine minutes...'
Would he ever be able to accept the prophesy? Could he ever be the same person had always been. No, that wouldn't happen too many things have been screwed.
'Eight minutes...'
What being sixteen mean to him? He could drive. He only had one more year of Hogwarts. Would he ever be as close to Sirius as he had been last year?
'Seven minutes...'
Harry was getting awfully tired but he could not be bothered by that. He had too many things to think about before he slept.
'Six minutes...'
Harry yawned and his eyes fluttered shut. He jerked them back open; no he could not go to sleep!
'Five minutes...'
Harry sat on his bed, cross-legged trying to stay awake. He had to stay awake, he just had to. Of all the things he could not do, going to sleep was the biggest one.
'Four minutes...'
Why could he not go to sleep? He had too many things to think about, and he was plagued with nightmares. He did not want to dream about Voldemort.
'Three minutes...'
Why couldn't he stay awake? He was so exhausted, but he would not give in. He had to stay awake.
'Two minutes...'
Harry glanced at the clock it was 11:58. He was almost sixteen. His eyes drooped, he pried them back open. He was still looking at the clock. The numbers on the clock were getting blurry.
'One minute...'
This is it! Harry had the distinct feeling that everything was about to change. For better or for worse, could his life actually get any worse? No, it was already shitty enough.
'I wish dad were here'
'Ten seconds...'
Harry couldn't stay awake he was falling asleep. Deeper, deeper, and deeper... Somewhere a grandfather clock chimed, it was midnight. Harry was asleep.
"My lord, we have some very interesting news."
"What would that be?"
"We have some details about James Potter, seems he's not as dead as we thought he was." This seemed to startle Voldemort, for it rendered him speechless for several moments. He finally seemed to come out of his preliminary shock.
"I want him here! I want James Potter, brought to me alive and unharmed! Do you here me, Pettigrew? Because, if you screw this up there won't be another chance!" Voldemort screeched and looked at the death eater who was nodding his head.
"Yes, of course Master, he will be here, and he won't be harmed."
"Good..."
A man sat up looking around him. Where was he? His muscles were sore and aching. The man reached in his pocket for his wand. It wasn't there, where was it and where was he? The man reached over, his hand came in contact with something cold and stiff. He recoiled and swerved his head around.
He backed up against the wall that was keeping him from seeing anything too clearly. His hand went to his mouth. Was that his wife? Where was he? He started pushing against the top of the wall. It was becoming harder to breathe each minute. Tears were falling down his face and his hands were becoming bloody. He concentrated real hard and the wall started cracking. BOOM! The wall exploded and he climbed out. He shielded his eyes from the sun and realized he was a cemetery. He had been in a coffin he was supposed to be dead.
James Thomas Potter
1960-1981
Beloved father, friend, and husband.
Gone but not forgotten.
James shakily walked away he had to get to Hogwarts. His family was dead, god Harry and Lily. Where were his friends? He was going to kill Pettigrew! With a "pop" James disappeared he didn't look back.
Author's Note: Okay, I hope you like this! I want at least five reviews before I update again. That is if you like people like this fic. If you don't I won't continue it.
Beta Note- Hey! This is pretty cool! 'Cept for that last scene, that was sick. Anyways, R&R for the nice girl! :) I gee thanks! You're supposed to be my beta! Oh well, Love you anyway.