-1This story is an AU. It is from my own strange little imagination.
Disclaimer - All things Harry Potter belong to the genius that is JKR. I am only borrowing it. No money is being made. Unfortunately.
A Different Life
The Dark Lord was gone. So long, goodbye. Unfortunately he would be back. But for now he was gone. At the hands of a baby no less. Harry Potter. That had to be embarrassing. But so what? If it wasn't so serious, Severus Snape would have hurt himself laughing at it all.
Of course James and Lily Potter had also died. That did hurt. Not that James was dead. Severus didn't care about that. But he had cared for Lily. They were friends once. Not for a while now, but once.
Severus sighed and stared down at his drink. Some rotgut that Mundungus Fletcher had the nerve to call alcohol. But it was numbing and that was all that mattered. Even if his insides were never going to speak to him again.
He was waiting for information. Oh he already knew that the Dark Lord had been hurt badly. He knew that the Potter's were dead - Barring Harry of course. He knew that the Secret Keeper had betrayed the Potter's.
Now he was waiting. For the celebrations to stop and everyone to remember that the Dark Lord's followers were still out there.
Waiting for the work to begin.
Sirius Black stayed out of sight. He hadn't moved fast enough and now Hagrid was searching. For Harry. Sirius' godson.
A cry. There he was. His sweet emerald eyed boy. He could hear Hagrid talking. Saying that Harry was to go to his Aunt and Uncle.
The Dursley's.
Sirius remembered them Had met them at Lily and James' wedding. Okay. So maybe he had gone overboard with the pranks. But to late for regrets. Sirius had grown up tonight. To bad that it had taken so long to happen.
He knew everyone thought him to be the traitor. No one knew about the switch. That the real traitor was Peter Pettigrew.
Wormtail.
Their friend.
He clenched his fists. Hard. Couldn't lose his temper. Not now. It was to important. Of course that also meant he couldn't go after that snivelling little coward. One day. But not now. Impulsive actions were a thing of the past. Now he had to think.
Sirius really wished that he had had more practise at that. It was more draining then he thought it would be. So much to factor in. But he could do it. For James and Lily. For little Harry.
Sirius knew where the Dursley's lived. He also knew that everyone was out looking for him. At least they would be. Once the shock and excitement wore away.
He was going to need help. He needed to get Harry and leave the country. But for all he was a Maruader this was beyond his abilities. So was raising a child, but one thing at a time.
There was only one person he could think of that could help him. It hurt, but it needed to be done.
Severus Snape.
Damnit.