Moonlight Sonnet
Apogee Prelude Redux
By: Chaosticsoul
Summary: Despite abandonment at a young age, Zeer had a typical upbringing—for a wolf demon. But what is his connection to the missing savor of the wizarding world, Harry Potter?
Warning: Eventual BL, Very AU
Part: 0/10
PROLOGUE
Picking up her baby the young woman looks at her husband in terror. "James . . . " The baby, perhaps sensing the fear, lets out a cry and fails his arms slightly, face scrunching up to start a wailing cry. The young mother shushes him and then feels arms wrapping her in a tight embrace.
"I love you Lily." The man looks down at the crying babe and his eyes soften for a moment, clearly showing his pain. "And you Harry."
"I love you James." There's a twist in her gut as she slowly realizes this will be their last exchange. Even as she thinks it there is a horrible crack—the last wards are breaking. James winces in pain and almost doubles over, gasping out as he struggles to get to the door.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off—" Before he can finish his words the door is blasted. Lily screams and runs as James goes flying back, urging herself forward. Part of her wants to stay with her husband, to face their final moments together, but she knows she has to protect her son, even if in her heart she knows that there will be no escape. No doubt Death eaters are everywhere, surrounding the house.
There's a flash of green light, so bright that she can tell it's happened even after she's fled the room. Green eyes search desperately, looking for someplace she can hide her babe before the dark Lord is over her. But in the end, there is no time. The man is before her, cold and cruel, eyes holding a madness from the power corrupting him. His wand is aimed at her son and she turns her back, hugging her son.
"I'm sorry."
There is another flash of green; this time so bright that it's all there is for her.
And then she's gone.
The babe cries as her body crumbles. He doesn't know what's going on but there's been loud noises and it's scary. Eyes opening the teary emerald meets crimson and then there's pain, making the baby cry even more. The man is crying too, by the sound of it, and the babe doesn't understand, all he knows is to cry. He doesn't stop, not until familiar arms pick him up and rock him. Opening his eyes again he sees a familiar face and seems to quiet some.
The owner of the face is not so quiet. He's trying to hold back tears. "It's, it'll be okay Harry. I'll, I'll take care of you." His eyes stayed fixed on the baby, not looking at the carnage, desperately not looking to his best friend. There's anger and illness churning at him, but as he holds Harry he thinks that maybe, maybe he'll be okay. James and Lily—just the thought of them makes him want to vomit and sob—were gone, betrayed, but Harry . . . Harry had survived at least. Sirius would care for him, he would raise him like James always wanted, he would—
"Sirius, give me the boy." His eyes flick to Dumbledore and he shook his head, holding the babe close. His heritage sung to him, warning that something bad would happen should he do what the man said. But the command comes again and with all the people around he can't refuse. Hesitating he hands the baby over, even as it makes pain lace though his heart. Dumbledore checks over the boy and then smiles down at him.
"Harry will be taken to his aunt and uncle." The young man gasps and shakes his head in desperation. "Sirius, we can't let you take him."
"But James told me—"
"I'll take him to St. Mungo's to be examined. He looks fine, but we should check. And then I'll take him to his family. It's finally over." The gathered wizards, who had come expecting to fight and most likely die, all gave a cheer. Sirius was not among them, didn't even move as Dumbledore took away his godson. He felt lost now, completely lost. He had thought, when holding Harry, that perhaps he would be okay. But there was no chance of it now. He needed something to cling to.
So he chose revenge.
AN: I need some feedback here people. What do you think? Is it worth the rewrite?