Padfoot's sacrifice
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and thank God for that because a lot of fans would scream in horror!
Rating: PG
Now, the story.
It was a beautiful autumn day, not a dark day like we imagine all the burial days. The Sun was shinning in the blue sky and it wasn't so cold for late October.
Harry silently cursed the weather. Hermione was talking to him in a comforting tone, but he wasn't listening. He was busy wondering why HE was still alive and had the possibility to enjoy such a wonderful day.
He should have been the one to die, not Sirius. Harry had found himself facing Voldemort, once again, but this time he didn't have his wand. Sirius had tried to attract the attention of the Dark Lord, but the wizard had only told his Death Eaters to take care of him.
They had done what their master had ordered and Sirius was lying on the ground, unconscious. The Death Eaters had turned their attention to Harry and Voldemort. Voldemort had turned his back to the boy's godfather. Wormtail, who wasn't far from him, had been anxiously watching however. He had been holding a sword his master had used to kill an Auror just minutes ago. The man's lifeless body was lying not far from there.
As Voldemort had began to say a spell, Sirius had gotten up, took the sword form Wormtail's hands and swung it with all his strength. The Dark Lord, who had turned to face him, had been slashed in the face. He had screamed of rage and in pain and pointed his wand at the other man. Wormtail had stepped back from fright of his master's fury.
"Avada Kedavra!!!"
Harry had closed his eyes as soon as those words had been yelled by Voldemort. When he opened them, he saw the frightening wizard in front of him. He looked a little disoriented and there was now a bleeding cut in his horrible face. It was going from over his left eye to under his right one, passing between his eyes.
"We will meet again, Harry Potter." He had told the boy before disappearing.
The boy had turned his gaze to where his godfather had stood. He had seen Sirius' body on the ground. The sword that had wounded Voldemort was on the ground beside his body.
Harry was brought back to reality by Remus who put an hand on his shoulder. He looked at the man and smiled weakly to show him he'd be fine.
He would have to live the rest of his life remembering that Sirius had given his life for his. Every night, for a long time, he would be haunted by the image of his godfather's body, but the image of the same man slashing Voldemort would also come at night.
He was still sad, but an happy thought came to him. His godfather, Sirius Black, had wounded Lord Voldemort and left him with a scar. A mark that would show all the wizards that he could be wounded, then possibly be killed. Sirius had not just saved his godson, but given hope to the world.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and thank God for that because a lot of fans would scream in horror!
Rating: PG
Now, the story.
It was a beautiful autumn day, not a dark day like we imagine all the burial days. The Sun was shinning in the blue sky and it wasn't so cold for late October.
Harry silently cursed the weather. Hermione was talking to him in a comforting tone, but he wasn't listening. He was busy wondering why HE was still alive and had the possibility to enjoy such a wonderful day.
He should have been the one to die, not Sirius. Harry had found himself facing Voldemort, once again, but this time he didn't have his wand. Sirius had tried to attract the attention of the Dark Lord, but the wizard had only told his Death Eaters to take care of him.
They had done what their master had ordered and Sirius was lying on the ground, unconscious. The Death Eaters had turned their attention to Harry and Voldemort. Voldemort had turned his back to the boy's godfather. Wormtail, who wasn't far from him, had been anxiously watching however. He had been holding a sword his master had used to kill an Auror just minutes ago. The man's lifeless body was lying not far from there.
As Voldemort had began to say a spell, Sirius had gotten up, took the sword form Wormtail's hands and swung it with all his strength. The Dark Lord, who had turned to face him, had been slashed in the face. He had screamed of rage and in pain and pointed his wand at the other man. Wormtail had stepped back from fright of his master's fury.
"Avada Kedavra!!!"
Harry had closed his eyes as soon as those words had been yelled by Voldemort. When he opened them, he saw the frightening wizard in front of him. He looked a little disoriented and there was now a bleeding cut in his horrible face. It was going from over his left eye to under his right one, passing between his eyes.
"We will meet again, Harry Potter." He had told the boy before disappearing.
The boy had turned his gaze to where his godfather had stood. He had seen Sirius' body on the ground. The sword that had wounded Voldemort was on the ground beside his body.
Harry was brought back to reality by Remus who put an hand on his shoulder. He looked at the man and smiled weakly to show him he'd be fine.
He would have to live the rest of his life remembering that Sirius had given his life for his. Every night, for a long time, he would be haunted by the image of his godfather's body, but the image of the same man slashing Voldemort would also come at night.
He was still sad, but an happy thought came to him. His godfather, Sirius Black, had wounded Lord Voldemort and left him with a scar. A mark that would show all the wizards that he could be wounded, then possibly be killed. Sirius had not just saved his godson, but given hope to the world.