What the hell have I?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anyone from his world mentioned in this story whatsoever. I am just writing this because it's been stuck in my head and no way do I plan on taking credit for anyone's work. I also do not own anything else let it be music wise or whatever that sounds familiar like let's say, Alice in Chains or The Rolling Stones. ;)
Warning: This is a complete AU and there is no magic or Hogwarts in this fic. I know, so sad but it just didn't fit in my idea. I just hope you guys like it and let me know what you think. Ahora, I hope everyone who happens to stumble upon it enjoys it as much as I enjoy writing it. I apologize in advanced for any errors it might contain.
Chapter One - Rain When I Die
Harry Potter and his godfather Sirius Black had been out on their usual weekend nature hike in what seemed like the perfect weather. They had just finished a 2.3 mile run around the lake when they decided to skip the hike 'till after a little swim in the lake.
"On the count of three: one, two, and three!" SPLASH! They laughed and raced to the end of the lake and back. Harry, being younger and having more energy was on the lead. However, Sirius being in perfect envious shape quickly reached his godson and surpassed him with a great splash of his feet, making Harry stop and cover himself as his laughing godfather won the race and reached the shore first.
"And yet again, I have beaten you my dear, dear godson," said Sirius with a sly grin as he reached for harry and helped him to his feet.
"That's only because I let you win old man. You know, out of respect" he said with a wink as they started putting on their clothes. The sun was beaming brighter if that was even possible high above their heads.
"Of course," said Sirius as he looked at his godson and then at the edge of the mountain with a smirk that screamed challenge.
Harry knowing very well what his godfather was thinking decided to have a little payback from the water blockade from earlier. Taking him by surprised, he kicked the mound of dirt upwards in front of him and a great cloud of dust rose, hitting his godfather square in his unsuspecting face. Harry instantly seized the chance he was looking for and in a fit of laughter, ran towards the edge of the mountain as fast as he could, getting a head start on their race to the other side.
They were nearly at the top, Sirius having caught up to Harry somewhere in the last ten minutes when all of a sudden, a great darkness spread across the brightly heavens. And without much of a warning, the sky released gallons of water on the unsuspecting earth.
Harry and Sirius stopped running at once and turned to each other with an expression of confusion at the scene that had unfolded in front of them in record time. Knowing a lost cause when they saw one, they quickly decided to call it a day and broke into a full on sprint back to the car, not wanting to be one more second on the receiving end of those missile water bombs.
"Oh well, I guess it wasn't our day today huh buddy," said Sirius panting as he settled himself into the cozy driver's seat of the black '67 Impala. Fussing with the radio dial, he finally settled into a local rock station which ironically, began playing Rain When I die by Alice in Chains. Man Sirius loved that band and he did feel like he was about to die after that mad dash to the car. He reached for the water bottle in the back of his seat and gulfed it down in less than ten seconds.
Finally taking notice of his godson's eerie silence, he turned to look at him and was taken aback by the intensity his face displayed. "Something wrong Harry?" he asked, wanting to know what was wrong with him. His chest was rising up and down surely from the run and dehydration but there was something else that was bothering him, he could tell. Whatever it was he felt, it was really bad.
Harry turned to look at him with a worried expression on his face said, "Sirius, we need to get home. Fast." Sirius not expecting that answer was about to ask more but the look in Harry's eyes told him to shut up and drive. He decided that to press for any more information would be useless, knowing very well he wouldn't say more, Sirius put the Impala on reverse and drove towards the Potter residence as fast as he could manage without landing him and Harry in an accident.
Harry stared out the window, not wanting to look at his godfather. He knew he was worried about him and wanted to know what was bothering but he couldn't put it into words right now because honestly, he didn't know how. He was very thankful that he hadn't insisted on questioning him. That was one of the things that made their relationship so easy and strong, the fact that they understood each other so well that words were unnecessary sometimes.
While he had been running back to the car, he had gotten this immense pain in his chest that told him something horrible was going on. He didn't know how he knew this or if it was even true but he wasn't going to risk it. He had to get home as fast as he could and make sure that his parents were alright. That was his main priority right now. A morbid feeling spread like cancer and infected his thoughts making it unbearable. He wished he could be home already.
Ten minutes passed and the Impala finally made a left turn into the parking lot of the Potter residence. Harry didn't even wait for Sirius to stop the car when he jumped out, almost falling face down but catching himself just in time. He ran to the front door and noticed it was unlocked. His thoughts went into overdrive as turned the knob and stormed into his home. He ran to the living room yelling for James and Lilly Potter but there was no answer. He checked the kitchen, the backyard, the studio, their usual spots but nothing.
Getting desperate he yelled, "Mum? Dad? Where are you!" as he came back to the front of the house. They couldn't possibly have gone anywhere because both cars were still in the drive way. No, something was wrong and he had to find his parents and know they were safe.
Harry rushed up the stairs. Sirius was close behind him, having finally parked the car and caught up to him. He started to get worried at the clear absence of his friends. He'd heard Harry's calls for them and heard no results. Maybe they were just out on a walk, which was probably it. Yes, they would be back in any minute. They had to.
Harry turned towards the direction of his parent's room and saw the door was half way open. He looked back at his godfather, bringing him out of his thoughts and he motioned him to go on, following closely behind. Taking in a deep breath, he walked towards his parent's room very slowly. He was afraid of what he would find beyond the door feeling his body growing heavier with every step he took. He reached for the door and pushed it all the way to the side. What he saw would scar him to the deepest of his core for a long time to come.
Sirius watched as Harry went inside the room and saw when all of a sudden and without warning he fell to the ground with a loud 'thump'.
Instantly he rushed into the room to Harry's side. But to his great horror, his eyes found the bodies of his best friends sprawled over the floor in a scene worthy of a horror movie. A pain like no other he'd felt in his whole life attacked his heart as tears of sorrow and disbelief descended from his dark eyes. He fell to the ground shaking and reached for Harry, engulfing him in a fierce embrace, not letting go for the world.
How could it be that James Potter and Lily Potter were dead? It was blasphemy; it was a horrendous nightmare that had no beginning and no end.
Harry couldn't feel anything. The tight embrace from his godfather brought absolutely nothing to him. He was far from the feeling of comfort. He felt like the living dead. The heat in his body had escaped the moment he stepped into that room, leaving him in what resembled a tundra. He looked at the tragically beautiful corpse of his mother and at the defeated corpse that a few hours ago was alive with the figure of his father grinning and waving him and Sirius goodbye.
"You guys better not take forever this time. It's Manchester United vs. Chelsea today at three. Oh! And don't forget our bet Sirius!" yelled James with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah yeah whatever you say mate. Anyways, we both know who the best team is, Chelsea is so going to whoop some serious Man U ass today!" he barked as he turned to his childhood friend, giving him a knowing look and got inside his car.
Harry waved good bye to his father and went inside the car, quickly going for the radio dial before his godfather beat him to it. He instantly grinned when he heard The Rolling Stone's Laugh, I nearly died playing. He turned to his godfather who smirked at him with approval. Sirius put the car into drive and waved one last goodbye to James before hitting the petal to the metal.
James waved back with a genuine smile and watched as the 'ol black '67 Impala caring his best friend and son peeled out of the driveway. Man how he loved those crazy two.
And with one last smile and a shake of his head, he shut the door, not bothering to lock it and ran up the stairs to find his beautiful Lily waiting for him with a sexy smile, eagerly on their bed.
Sirius finally let go of Harry, looking for some sign of life in his emerald eyes. All he found though was an empty shadow that shunned the light they usually wore.
"Harry … I – Harry, I n-need to c-call the cops and report this..." It was really difficult for Sirius to talk but he needed to be the strong one here. He was the adult and from now on he realized, he was all that Harry had. He had to be strong for Harry, he had to be strong for the both of them. Right now was not the time to breakdown.
He was starting to worry at the nonexistent responses he was getting from his godson. He was just kneeling there, looking into space. It pained him more to see him like this, without any sense of emotion. He'd rather see him yelling, crying or cursing, even hitting him if it meant he would release everything he knew was eating him up inside.
But that was too much to ask. Harry had no intention of displaying any emotion and he had to let it go for now. He knew his godson and he knew he had to let him process everything first. He would talk when he was ready. Whenever that was, he hoped it was soon.
With one last look at his fallen friends and his broken godson, Sirius carefully stood up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where the telephone was and dialed 9-1-1.
AN: Well you guys, I hope you liked it and it would be very lovely to hear what you guys think :) Thanks mucho in advanced for reading!