I am a secret
That is my very nature.
Things fall apart, they sometimes get put back together, sometimes not.
There was a light breeze blowing smoke and ash past the pale blue sky. The small crowd of villagers had gathered about the house to try to get a better glimpse. Not many people had known the Potters who lived there. Their home had been impossible to find, except for themselves, and their secret keeper Peter Pettigrew. Now, as the morning sun revealed the results of the nights terror, people wondered why.
Several people in the crowd were startled and moved to the side, as a handsome young man with wild dark brown hair, pushed through, and stopped suddenly at the sight of the wreckage. He slowly sunk to his knees, and stared at the smoldering remains. His shoulders began to gently shake, and his dark hair covered his face. If you had been standing nearby, you would've sworn you heard him whisper, "James forgive me." Another young man, with thin straight brown hair, looking slightly ill, followed him, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, it's not-" he began in a soft voice.
"yes, yes it is." He said, and stood suddenly, as he walked towards the wreck of a house.
He climbed over a pile of smoldering roof tiles, and to what looked like a splintered basinet, with a charred pink ribbon around it. He knelt, on the unstable stage of the broken house, and it looked like he reached into the basinet and tucked something into his cloak. But there was nothing there. He slowly rocked back and forth, and someone thought they heard him saying "shh, shh it's all right pad foots here".
Then, He stood up quickly, and cautiously stepped over the shaky ground, to the baby's crib, the white painted bars were splintered, and a few coils popped out of the mattress. But, there was a baby boy, fast asleep with a lock of Jet-black hair across his face, and a deep cut, in the shape of a lightning bolt, on his forehead. Sirius bent over, and whispered almost inaudibly "I wish I could've done more to save them." He brushed the lock of hair to the side of the sleeping baby's face. And then turned away. Sirius Black walked away from the Potter's home, and though Remus Lupin tried to keep him, He apparated away.
He was running.
As he was squeezed through the air, he held tightly to the small bundle he's scooped up at the Potter's house. He emerged inside a very dingy house. He swore loudly as a rat skittered down the rotted oriental rug in the narrow hallway. The wall was kicked violently, and a hole appeared in it. With a very unsteady gate, he made his way to the back of the house, where he opened up a trunk, pulled out a brown satchel and began stuffing clothes, and various objects into it. Then, He pulled out his wand, pointed into the bag, and shrunk the things. The bulging back quivered, and the sides grew slack again.
Sirius Black disappeared, and for the next 6 hours his whereabouts were unknown.
He was arrested later that day, and sent to Azkaban for killing Peter Pettigrew, and a street load of muggles, and for betraying James and Lilly Potter to Lord Voldemort.
The small baby boy in the crib was taken away by Hagrid on Sirius' flying motor bike. He was deposited on his Aunt and Uncle's door step. He was poked and prodded, and neglected, and down-trodden, for the next 10 years. Sirius Black rotted away in Azkaban, with dementors bringing him breakfast. Remus Lupin went into hiding, and Dumbledore ran his beloved school. Things that were secret, remained that way. A whole generation of young wizards and witches passed through Hogwarts.
In a locked box, in a cozy office, filled with smoking and spinning metal contraptions, a scroll contained a list of special children born in a certain year. The name, was written on the scroll, however it just looked like a blank line in between the muggle born Jeremiah Polkiss and the pureblood Alicia Prewett. This line, however signified a student, a student whose name, had only been known by 4 people. Two of which were dead, and one who had long forgotten. Never the less, a letter must be sent to that name, and would be sent, using a very complicated reveal-locator spell.
Tell me what you thought of this, I just wanted to get it started. I haven't written in a long time, but I have great plans for this story. Reviews, I love them.
-Dee, or.. Pzanna