Time Passes (working title)
I don't own anything you recognize...Inspired by the Queen JKR! Long Live the Queen
Water trickled down the walls, splashing to the stone floor with a hollow ting. The wind whipped through the cracks in the boards and whistled through the nearly empty house. The entire house seemed to groan beneath the storm, it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment. The storm brewed heavier and heavier outside as if to reflect the minds of the three men who met there. They seemed to be waiting for someone. The shortest of the men stood near the mostly boarded up window, staring through the largest crack. He alternately ran his hands through his already messy black hair and anxiously rubbed his hands together, shooting nervous glances at the men behind him. The tall man with long black curls continued to pace, pulling his thick woolen jacket around him closer and tugging on his scarf nervously, he radiated wealth and power even now in the shack of a house. The final man sat on the final stair of the staircase leading out of view. His long legs sprawled everywhere, his thinning brown hair covered with a poorly knit skullcap and his thin patched brown jacket hanging unzipped as if he wasn't cold at all.
There was a sudden thunk and all three men seemed to jump and they all turned toward the trap door that was slowly opening. As three more men entered the room, the three men who had been waiting all seemed to let out a breath that none of them realized that they were holding. The first to talk was a tall man with twinkling blue eyes hidden behind half moon glasses, his long snowy beard tucked into his belt. "What do you want to do, James?" he said getting straight to the point as the red haired man behind him quickly moved to start a small fire in the stone fireplace in the corner of the room.
"I don't know, I'm lost by the whole situation." the messy haired James said softly.
"I know how you feel," said the final dark haired man as he collapsed on the stairs next to the other man, his head in his hands.
"I think both of your families should go into hiding," the bearded man said quickly before adding "you'll need secret keepers."
"Sirius," James said softly looking at the curly haired man.
"Of course, James" Sirius said quietly looking at his best friend,
"Frank," Albus asked as he tugged his beard out of his belt looking toward the dark haired man on the stairs.
"Remus," Frank said softly looking at his companion sitting next to him.
"Yes" Remus said quickly as he made to stand.
"You both should go into hiding as well," the redhead said as he stood and warmed his hands by the fire.
"Arthur is right," Albus said softly as he surveyed the five young men now standing in front of him. They were all so young, four of them fathers to young children, one a werewolf. They had already seen so much darkness in the world, and the oldest wasn't even 30 yet. Their children had already seen so much darkness as well, if it stopped now the younger children wouldn't remember it at least not well. Arthur's oldest son was already nearly 11 and heading for Hogwarts that fall, poor Billy would probably never forget the horror he had already witnessed. It wasn't fair to those kids.
It was soon arranged. Frank and Alice Longbottom were snuggled into their new tiny cottage in Tinworth with their 6 month old son, Neville sleeping peacefully. James and Lily Potter and their 6 month old son, Harry were in a new house in Godric's Hollow. Remus Lupin was in the quiet town of Tutshill. Sirius and Scarlette Black and their two children, 3 year old Aliczander and 1 ½ year old Lux were in Puddlemere. Arthur and Molly Weasley and their six children (10 year old Bill, 7 ½ year old Charlie, 5 year old Percy, 3 year old twins Fred and George, and 1 year old Ron) were tucked quietly away in Ottery St. Catchpole.