Title: Not A Word
Author: Pooki Ze Great
Beta: N/A
Genre: Angst? Sure.
Illustrations: None ... yet ...
Email: his_stupid_girl@hotmail.com
Summary: Dumbledore reflects on the Marauders after seeing Sirius just before he went to Azkaban.
Warnings: Sadnessosity?
Archiving: Ask first
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story excepting the way the words are put together. I'm making no money; just having fun.
Rating: PG I'd imagine
Pairing(s): No one, really
Feedback: I am an absolute feedback whore. PLEASE REVIEW!!
A/M: All the things in square brackets used to be crossed out text.
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I have spent the entire day in court.
I sat in the benches of the Wizengamot long before, and long after, the sentencing of one Sirius Black.
It has been *one week* since I left young Harry Potter, unawake and unaware, on the front step of 4 Privet Drive.
... one week since Lily and James were killed ...
I still cling desperately to the hope, the idea, that somehow, some way, this will turn out to be a sickening jest.
A "joke".
The very idea ...
Those four young boys ... everyone loved them.
Sirius and James, loud, boisterous, witty boys, who, I don't hesitate in saying, are most likely two of the cleverest students Hogwarts has seen in recent history. Remus, also brilliant, although much too [insecure] modest to admit it. Grateful beyond words for their friendship, he was quietly loyal to them through it all. And Peter ... a tagalong if ever there was one.
Now ... Peter's [dead] gone, James is [betrayed] murdered, Remus is [shattered] alone, and Sirius is [innocent?] a murderer. It still takes incredible effort to write those words.
[Sirius is a murderer]
I sat there, watching as Bartemius Crouch screamed bloody murder at him. We all knew it wasn't a trial. He had already been sentenced to life in Azkaban. This was just a chance to try to figure out *why* ..... to put our racing minds at ease.
But while Bartemius called him [a traitor, a liar, a murderer], what did he say? Nothing.
*... not a word ...*
On top of it all... On top of the images which are burnt into my mind... [...sirius and james, laughing together in hogwart's halls ... the two of them, hugging each other on james and lily's wedding day ... the day i came to visit... james, lily, sirius, remus, and peter all there, obsessing over the newest addition to the potter family ... the determined look of loyalty (?) in sirius' eyes as he volunteered to be their secret-keeper ... james and lily... laying there ... harry laying asleep on the step ... and sirius... as he was led off by the azkaban guards, glancing up at me with a dead, defeated look of mourning no guilty man could have....] ... On top of that all there is the deeply unsettling feeling that this is far from over.
Not a word ...
-Albus Dumbledore, November 6th, 1981
Author: Pooki Ze Great
Beta: N/A
Genre: Angst? Sure.
Illustrations: None ... yet ...
Email: his_stupid_girl@hotmail.com
Summary: Dumbledore reflects on the Marauders after seeing Sirius just before he went to Azkaban.
Warnings: Sadnessosity?
Archiving: Ask first
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story excepting the way the words are put together. I'm making no money; just having fun.
Rating: PG I'd imagine
Pairing(s): No one, really
Feedback: I am an absolute feedback whore. PLEASE REVIEW!!
A/M: All the things in square brackets used to be crossed out text.
***!***!***
I have spent the entire day in court.
I sat in the benches of the Wizengamot long before, and long after, the sentencing of one Sirius Black.
It has been *one week* since I left young Harry Potter, unawake and unaware, on the front step of 4 Privet Drive.
... one week since Lily and James were killed ...
I still cling desperately to the hope, the idea, that somehow, some way, this will turn out to be a sickening jest.
A "joke".
The very idea ...
Those four young boys ... everyone loved them.
Sirius and James, loud, boisterous, witty boys, who, I don't hesitate in saying, are most likely two of the cleverest students Hogwarts has seen in recent history. Remus, also brilliant, although much too [insecure] modest to admit it. Grateful beyond words for their friendship, he was quietly loyal to them through it all. And Peter ... a tagalong if ever there was one.
Now ... Peter's [dead] gone, James is [betrayed] murdered, Remus is [shattered] alone, and Sirius is [innocent?] a murderer. It still takes incredible effort to write those words.
[Sirius is a murderer]
I sat there, watching as Bartemius Crouch screamed bloody murder at him. We all knew it wasn't a trial. He had already been sentenced to life in Azkaban. This was just a chance to try to figure out *why* ..... to put our racing minds at ease.
But while Bartemius called him [a traitor, a liar, a murderer], what did he say? Nothing.
*... not a word ...*
On top of it all... On top of the images which are burnt into my mind... [...sirius and james, laughing together in hogwart's halls ... the two of them, hugging each other on james and lily's wedding day ... the day i came to visit... james, lily, sirius, remus, and peter all there, obsessing over the newest addition to the potter family ... the determined look of loyalty (?) in sirius' eyes as he volunteered to be their secret-keeper ... james and lily... laying there ... harry laying asleep on the step ... and sirius... as he was led off by the azkaban guards, glancing up at me with a dead, defeated look of mourning no guilty man could have....] ... On top of that all there is the deeply unsettling feeling that this is far from over.
Not a word ...
-Albus Dumbledore, November 6th, 1981