I decided that I wanted to start a new story, so I did a very commonly used thing. I brought James Potter back to life. If you don't like, don't read.
Fourteen year old Harry Potter looked out the window of his room at the full moon. Somewhere, he knew that Remus had transformed. Was Sirius looking at the moon as well, thinking the same thoughts as he was? Sirius was the closest thing to a father Harry had ever known. He was like a mixture of father and brother.
Strange really, thought Harry. My godfather is a convicted murderer who also happens to be an unregistered Animagus. And I'm still friends with him. My ex-professor who was one of my dad's best friends is a werewolf. All my father figures are unable to actually take me in. Oh Merlin, why can't someone like a parent come and take me away from here? Why? I wish someone like a parent would come and take me away! Please, let me just lead a normal life for once! Cedric is dead, and no one believes me about Voldemort returning. Oh, why can't I have someone to help me through all of this?
For Harry was anything but normal. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, and that is just not normal. But even for people who aren't normal, wishes barely ever come true. But this might just be one of those times…
Over 100 miles away, in the white marble tomb, the man opened his eyes for the first time in 13 years. He was a dark haired man, dark hazel eyes taking in his surroundings. All he could se was, well, nothing. He felt around, and discovered he was in a long, cold box. As his fingers touched the cold ceiling of his prison, the man remembered.
Oh God, Lily, Harry! I failed them. They're dead! I'm so sorry Harry. Lily…
He was lost in a memory.
Lily was in the kitchen, washing up the dishes. James could hear her singing, her sweet voice mingling with the clinking of glass and plates.
James was in the living room, holding a sleepy Harry, who was clutching his stuffed stag toy. He was just beginning to fall asleep when all of a sudden Harry jerked in James's arms and started crying. And Harry never cried, even when he was hurt.
"Harry, what's the matter?"
But Harry wasn't looking at his father. Instead, he was staring at the window and what lay outside. With a rush of fear, James saw a dark hooded form passing by the window, heading toward the door.
"Lily! It's him! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!" He ran into the kitchen, quickly handing Harry to Lily, who looked terrified.
"But James..."
"It will be fine. Just go!" She took Harry and ran.
James grabbed his wand and turned around. He had to live. He was going to live and see Harry grow up. Then he would kill Wormtail for betraying them.
"No time to think on that now, get ready!"
The door blasted open. There stood Voldemort, wand at the ready. "Ah, James, Wormtail said you would be here."
"Shut up Moldy shorts."
"How dare you!" Voldemort's eyes gleamed with rage. "I'll kill you for that. No one insults me and lives. A pity you will never see your son grow up. Avada Kedavra."
The killing curse sped toward James. He tried to dodge it, and was a second too slow. His last thought was, "I'm so sorry. I failed."
Then he had woken up here. With a shock, James realized that he was in a coffin, and that he was dead. Or was he?
How do you like the first chapter? I know it was kind of short, but…
R&R!
