It's Not Easy
Sirius sat in the midst of all the rubble. What was left of the Potter house. Burnt furniture and charred black wood was all that he could see. A few walls still standing, with their broken and shattered, the way Sirius felt. Blood was spattered over everything, everywhere Sirius' eyes would travel.
The limp bodies of James and Lily lay sprawled all over the floor. Blood had pooled beneath them.
Sirius rushed over to them, falling on shards of glass and splintered wood. His breath came in ragged pants and his face was a bedraggled mess. His hair stuck to the sweat and tears that stretched across his face like dew on the morning grass. His clothes were covered in dirt. A light rain began to fall.
A choked sob emitted from his throat as he plopped to the floor beside the limp figures. His pants began to soak up the blood. The tears began again.
James' glasses had smashed, probably as he had fallen. His wand was clutched in a death grip, his knuckles white. His white shirt was a revolting red now, slashed open and his blood wetted the floor.
Lily looked beautiful, even in death. Violet robes cascaded down her body, and her red hair mingled in with the blood that followed the robe's path. Her arms were hugging a tight bundle in them. He paused for a moment and saw a crying baby, covered in her blood and his own. A lightning shaped wound was causing the child's pain.
Sirius' eyes filled with tears at the sight of the child, the sight of Harry. He looked like James. A painful memory flashed in his mind.
~*~*~
"And the Gryffindor Keeper, James Potter, has covered every goal the Slytherins have tried to put in!" a very excited voice exclaimed. Lily, red hair blowing in the wind and clothed in red Gryffindor robes stood, eyes eagerly watching every move, mouth translating what her eyes said. When they scored, she would scream. Into the microphone. And cause everyone to become deaf.
"Seeker Lupin has just caught sight of the Snitch, Slytherin Seeker Whilt is marking him. OH! He pulls a fake nosedive and pulls up to go after the Snitch. It's gone!" she, like everyone else in Gryffindor, groaned. "A Bludger has made it past Beater Black, and – Oh my goodness! Keeper Potter has just been hit by the Bludger in the nose and is dripping blood. Ooh that's nasty! This match may be postponed because of this."
Sirius aided James to the Hospital Wing. He was covered in blood, and his glasses were smashed. His shirt was red and the golden lion was now a reddish-orange lion.
"You okay, buddy?" Sirius asked.
"Yep, just great," James nodded. Blood dripped from his chin to the floor. "Perfectly fine."
"Okay."
~*~*~
Sirius knew he'd never be able to play Quidditch again. The thought of it made him cringe, and in desperate need for someone to comfort him, he found himself clutching Harry to him. Harry's cries stopped for a split second, but began again.
1 I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
"Sirius!" came a hoarse voice. "Sirius Black!" Sirius turned and saw Hagrid coming down. The big, surly man had his beard tangled in itself, and his breath was short of gasps.
"Hag...Hagrid…" Sirius choked. His eyes searched Hagrid longingly for comfort. The next thing he knew, Hagrid had him in a grip that was enough to break his back. "Hagrid…I was too late…I, I, I could've saved them…But I was too late! Too late! How the hell could I have been too late???"
Near the point of hysterics, Sirius' mind forced him into another painful memory.
~*~*~
"James?" a boy sat on a log, feet in the dirty water of a frog- infested pond. He looked towards the other boy, who sat staring at the frogs through huge glasses. "Will…Will we be friends?"
James pushed up his glasses. "Of course we will be! We are!" his glasses slid to his nose and he fixed them again. "Why?"
Sirius grinned. "Nothing, just making sure. Like, friends forever?" James nodded like he understood.
"Friends forever? Okay? And you can't die without saying the password okay?" James prodded.
"What's the password?" Sirius asked curiously. "I don't know it."
"Our password," James sighed, "is Quidditch." Sirius nodded eagerly. "So if you're going to die, you have to say the password first, or you can't die."
"Alright!" Sirius agreed.
~*~*~
"He…he didn't say the password." Sirius felt like an idiot as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but he didn't care. His anger directed towards James all of a sudden. His sobbing continued.
Hagrid comforted him. But to no avail. The big man himself was sobbing blood practically. Sirius realized that Harry had stopped crying. "Harry…" he whispered.
~*~*~
"What would you name him?" Sirius asked, hovering over the pregnant Lily, and the eager James. "If it's a boy, I mean?"
"Um…I guess Harold…What about you James? What do you think?" Lily wondered to James. "Harold's nice isn't it?"
"And you can also name him, if it's a boy that is, James Jr!" James said delightedly. "That would be nice…"
"And girl? If it's a girl??" Sirius continued.
"Something that rhymes with Harold or Harry…" Lily thought. "Terri? Mary? I don't know…"
"Lily Jr." James put in. "That has a nice ring."
~*~*~
"Sirius, I need 'arry fer Dumbledore now." Hagrid coughed a bit and tried to pry the child from Sirius. "Sirius."
"No." Sirius refused.
"Sirius I have to, Dumbledore's order. Now give 'im over." Hagrid tried to sound gentle.
"No, I'm taking him to live with me." Sirius argued. His tear- streaked face looked tired and worn, but he clung tight to the baby. Hagrid tried to take it from him.
"No!" he cried, pulling away. "I'm taking him!" he got up and ran towards his motorcycle. Hagrid stopped him though, and yanked Harry away from him. Sirius cried out.
"I'm taking him." Hagrid said.
"Fine…Fine…" Sirius sounded resigned. "Take the motor cycle. Faster." His tears began again. He watched solemnly as Hagrid rode off with Harry in tow.
And then he remembered something he had seen. A skinny man…bald, in…BLACK ROBES??? A piece of wood in one hand? Pet…Peter?
He got up, brushed his tears away. If he was going to die fighting, he would. Pain and memories were all that coursed through his blood. "Pettigrew…you are a dead man."
*END*
A/N: OH MY GOSH! MY FIRST EVER ENDED FIC! *Applauds insanely*. I would write a sequel if you my loyal fans…(someone whispers to the author) WHAT??? FAN??? It surely must be fanS. I have more than one. Okay then, whatever. Thanks for reading and as I was saying, I would write a sequel if YOU would so kindly review. Tell me if it's good! Boo-boo!
Actually…there will be a sequel. I DO need to finish the song right? See ya at the sequel! (Two months time at least…)
Sirius sat in the midst of all the rubble. What was left of the Potter house. Burnt furniture and charred black wood was all that he could see. A few walls still standing, with their broken and shattered, the way Sirius felt. Blood was spattered over everything, everywhere Sirius' eyes would travel.
The limp bodies of James and Lily lay sprawled all over the floor. Blood had pooled beneath them.
Sirius rushed over to them, falling on shards of glass and splintered wood. His breath came in ragged pants and his face was a bedraggled mess. His hair stuck to the sweat and tears that stretched across his face like dew on the morning grass. His clothes were covered in dirt. A light rain began to fall.
A choked sob emitted from his throat as he plopped to the floor beside the limp figures. His pants began to soak up the blood. The tears began again.
James' glasses had smashed, probably as he had fallen. His wand was clutched in a death grip, his knuckles white. His white shirt was a revolting red now, slashed open and his blood wetted the floor.
Lily looked beautiful, even in death. Violet robes cascaded down her body, and her red hair mingled in with the blood that followed the robe's path. Her arms were hugging a tight bundle in them. He paused for a moment and saw a crying baby, covered in her blood and his own. A lightning shaped wound was causing the child's pain.
Sirius' eyes filled with tears at the sight of the child, the sight of Harry. He looked like James. A painful memory flashed in his mind.
~*~*~
"And the Gryffindor Keeper, James Potter, has covered every goal the Slytherins have tried to put in!" a very excited voice exclaimed. Lily, red hair blowing in the wind and clothed in red Gryffindor robes stood, eyes eagerly watching every move, mouth translating what her eyes said. When they scored, she would scream. Into the microphone. And cause everyone to become deaf.
"Seeker Lupin has just caught sight of the Snitch, Slytherin Seeker Whilt is marking him. OH! He pulls a fake nosedive and pulls up to go after the Snitch. It's gone!" she, like everyone else in Gryffindor, groaned. "A Bludger has made it past Beater Black, and – Oh my goodness! Keeper Potter has just been hit by the Bludger in the nose and is dripping blood. Ooh that's nasty! This match may be postponed because of this."
Sirius aided James to the Hospital Wing. He was covered in blood, and his glasses were smashed. His shirt was red and the golden lion was now a reddish-orange lion.
"You okay, buddy?" Sirius asked.
"Yep, just great," James nodded. Blood dripped from his chin to the floor. "Perfectly fine."
"Okay."
~*~*~
Sirius knew he'd never be able to play Quidditch again. The thought of it made him cringe, and in desperate need for someone to comfort him, he found himself clutching Harry to him. Harry's cries stopped for a split second, but began again.
1 I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
"Sirius!" came a hoarse voice. "Sirius Black!" Sirius turned and saw Hagrid coming down. The big, surly man had his beard tangled in itself, and his breath was short of gasps.
"Hag...Hagrid…" Sirius choked. His eyes searched Hagrid longingly for comfort. The next thing he knew, Hagrid had him in a grip that was enough to break his back. "Hagrid…I was too late…I, I, I could've saved them…But I was too late! Too late! How the hell could I have been too late???"
Near the point of hysterics, Sirius' mind forced him into another painful memory.
~*~*~
"James?" a boy sat on a log, feet in the dirty water of a frog- infested pond. He looked towards the other boy, who sat staring at the frogs through huge glasses. "Will…Will we be friends?"
James pushed up his glasses. "Of course we will be! We are!" his glasses slid to his nose and he fixed them again. "Why?"
Sirius grinned. "Nothing, just making sure. Like, friends forever?" James nodded like he understood.
"Friends forever? Okay? And you can't die without saying the password okay?" James prodded.
"What's the password?" Sirius asked curiously. "I don't know it."
"Our password," James sighed, "is Quidditch." Sirius nodded eagerly. "So if you're going to die, you have to say the password first, or you can't die."
"Alright!" Sirius agreed.
~*~*~
"He…he didn't say the password." Sirius felt like an idiot as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but he didn't care. His anger directed towards James all of a sudden. His sobbing continued.
Hagrid comforted him. But to no avail. The big man himself was sobbing blood practically. Sirius realized that Harry had stopped crying. "Harry…" he whispered.
~*~*~
"What would you name him?" Sirius asked, hovering over the pregnant Lily, and the eager James. "If it's a boy, I mean?"
"Um…I guess Harold…What about you James? What do you think?" Lily wondered to James. "Harold's nice isn't it?"
"And you can also name him, if it's a boy that is, James Jr!" James said delightedly. "That would be nice…"
"And girl? If it's a girl??" Sirius continued.
"Something that rhymes with Harold or Harry…" Lily thought. "Terri? Mary? I don't know…"
"Lily Jr." James put in. "That has a nice ring."
~*~*~
"Sirius, I need 'arry fer Dumbledore now." Hagrid coughed a bit and tried to pry the child from Sirius. "Sirius."
"No." Sirius refused.
"Sirius I have to, Dumbledore's order. Now give 'im over." Hagrid tried to sound gentle.
"No, I'm taking him to live with me." Sirius argued. His tear- streaked face looked tired and worn, but he clung tight to the baby. Hagrid tried to take it from him.
"No!" he cried, pulling away. "I'm taking him!" he got up and ran towards his motorcycle. Hagrid stopped him though, and yanked Harry away from him. Sirius cried out.
"I'm taking him." Hagrid said.
"Fine…Fine…" Sirius sounded resigned. "Take the motor cycle. Faster." His tears began again. He watched solemnly as Hagrid rode off with Harry in tow.
And then he remembered something he had seen. A skinny man…bald, in…BLACK ROBES??? A piece of wood in one hand? Pet…Peter?
He got up, brushed his tears away. If he was going to die fighting, he would. Pain and memories were all that coursed through his blood. "Pettigrew…you are a dead man."
*END*
A/N: OH MY GOSH! MY FIRST EVER ENDED FIC! *Applauds insanely*. I would write a sequel if you my loyal fans…(someone whispers to the author) WHAT??? FAN??? It surely must be fanS. I have more than one. Okay then, whatever. Thanks for reading and as I was saying, I would write a sequel if YOU would so kindly review. Tell me if it's good! Boo-boo!
Actually…there will be a sequel. I DO need to finish the song right? See ya at the sequel! (Two months time at least…)