A/N: I'm back! This is just a couple of one-shots about the Marauders, and their reactions to James and Lily's death. Please review! I really would love the feedback!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter. If I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be on here!
The house.
The house that was their pride and joy.
The house that Lily worked so hard on to deem it perfect.
The house that James proudly declared they were going to raise their children in.
The house that held so many precious memories.
That house that was now destroyed.
I knew, even before I entered, that this was it. James, my brother, was dead. Lily, my sister, was dead. Harry...
Harry. My godson. Too young.
I pushed aside the broken door and stifled a sob. Right there, laying facedown, eyes open, was James. I stared, unblinking at his unmoving body.
Lily! It's him! Take Harry and run!
Unable to contain myself, I fell to my knees and howled in pain. Heart wrenching, soul-destroying pain. Not James.
I gently cradled his head in my lap, tears coursing steadily down my face.
What I didn't expect was a howl in response.
"Harry."
I dashed up the stairs, determined.
I skidded to a halt at Lily's feet. She was right in front of the crib, arms spread apart, like she was trying to keep something protected. Protecting her son.
I knelt down again, ignoring the debris. I stroked her fiery hair aside to see that her once vibrant eyes were now a dull green.
There were tear marks on her cheeks.
A small gurgling sound made my head snap up. I could breathe again.
With a lightening shaped wound on his forehead, little Harry reached for me.
How?
Not Harry! Please, not Harry!
I choked back a sob, pulling my godson into my arms.
Whispering "I'm so sorry, Lily", I took Harry downstairs.
Huge shuddering sobs erupted from my chest as I surveyed the destroyed house. I watched as Sirius came towards me, his head bowed, cradling someone small against him.
"Sirius..."
His head snapped up, and I flinched back in shock. His face was devastating. It held so much pain and regret.
"I'm sorry mate. Harry... I have ta take him. Dumbledore's orders."
He started shaking his head furiously, holding the small child tighter.
"Sirius, please."
"Take my bike, Hagrid. I won't need it."
I watched as the final connection to my dead friends flew away from me.
My mind tuned dark. Pettigrew. The rat.
Peter will pay.
Thank you! Remus and Peter will be next :) PLEASE REVIEW!