Disclaimer: I am in no part a way of the Harry Potter characters, but I do like to use them in fics.
Betrayal
Lily Potter cradled a sleeping baby in her arms, singing a soft lullaby. Harry Potter snuggled into his blanket and finally closed his eyes. Lily stood up and gently laid him in his crib, humming softly.
"You are so cute when you do that." James Potter leaned against the doorway, arms crossed against his chest.
Lily smiled. "I know," she whispered.
James pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. "I love you, Lily," he murmured.
She chuckled softly. "I love you too." She ran her hands over his shoulders, and ended up ruffling his already untidy black hair. "You know what, James?" she mused.
"What?"
"I hope that Harry grows up to be just like you."
James smiled. "He will be. But we can't help but feel sorry for Dumbledore."
Lily laughed. "I know. Between you, Lupin, Sirius, and Peter... well, I'm sure that Dumbledore will be able to handle him."
James stiffened. An icy chill crept over his body.
"What's wrong?" Lily pulled out of her husband's embrace, and gazed worriedly into his eyes.
"He's here," James whispered. "Get Harry. We have to get out of here, now."
Lily nodded, and rushed to Harry's crib. When she pulled him out, he began to whimper softly. "Shh," she soothed. "It's all right, mum's here."
High, wicked laughter echoed through the Potter house. "Going somewhere, James?" Lord Voldemort appeared, blocking the doorway.
James reached for his wand. "Get Harry, and get out of here!" he yelled to Lily.
Voldemort raised his own wand and pointed it directly at James. "Avada Kedavra!" A blinding green light flashed, and James lay motionless on the floor.
"James! No!" Lily shrieked.
Voldemort turned to her. "Give me the baby," he commanded.
"Not Harry. Please not Harry," she pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... Stand aside now..."
"Not Harry," she cried. "Please, no. Take me, kill me instead."
A new figure had appeared in the doorway.
"Peter, help me!" Lily pleaded.
Peter Pettigrew looked from Lily to Voldemort. He pulled back the sleeve of his robe showing Lily the mark of the Death Eaters.
"No," she gasped." "You betrayed us?"
Lord Voldemort raised his wand once more.
"Not Harry. Please! Have mercy..."
* * * * *
Sirius jerked awake. "Lily... James..." he murmured. "No..."
The coldness of Azkaban swirled around his cell, and piteous screams of pain and torment filled the air.
A pair of dementors shuffled by Sirius' cell, taking a moment to stop and stare from under dark hoods at their prisoner.
Sirius felt as if his insides were freezing when the dementor gazed at him with it's sightless eyes.
Having only been in Azkaban for three months, and the dementors still seemed like walking nightmares.
"It's my fault," he sobbed into his hands, once the dementors had moved on. "All my fault..."
He laid back down onto his bunk and pulled the small scrap of blanket around his shoulders.
Images of Peter kept flashing through his mind. First, when he was made the Potter's secret keeper instead of Sirius, then when he had betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort, and finally in the square. The square where Peter had killed all those people and faked his own death, framing Sirius of a crime that left him with life sentence in Azkaban.
"I'll get you, Peter," Sirius vowed through clenched teeth. "So help me, I'll make you pay..."
Betrayal
Lily Potter cradled a sleeping baby in her arms, singing a soft lullaby. Harry Potter snuggled into his blanket and finally closed his eyes. Lily stood up and gently laid him in his crib, humming softly.
"You are so cute when you do that." James Potter leaned against the doorway, arms crossed against his chest.
Lily smiled. "I know," she whispered.
James pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. "I love you, Lily," he murmured.
She chuckled softly. "I love you too." She ran her hands over his shoulders, and ended up ruffling his already untidy black hair. "You know what, James?" she mused.
"What?"
"I hope that Harry grows up to be just like you."
James smiled. "He will be. But we can't help but feel sorry for Dumbledore."
Lily laughed. "I know. Between you, Lupin, Sirius, and Peter... well, I'm sure that Dumbledore will be able to handle him."
James stiffened. An icy chill crept over his body.
"What's wrong?" Lily pulled out of her husband's embrace, and gazed worriedly into his eyes.
"He's here," James whispered. "Get Harry. We have to get out of here, now."
Lily nodded, and rushed to Harry's crib. When she pulled him out, he began to whimper softly. "Shh," she soothed. "It's all right, mum's here."
High, wicked laughter echoed through the Potter house. "Going somewhere, James?" Lord Voldemort appeared, blocking the doorway.
James reached for his wand. "Get Harry, and get out of here!" he yelled to Lily.
Voldemort raised his own wand and pointed it directly at James. "Avada Kedavra!" A blinding green light flashed, and James lay motionless on the floor.
"James! No!" Lily shrieked.
Voldemort turned to her. "Give me the baby," he commanded.
"Not Harry. Please not Harry," she pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... Stand aside now..."
"Not Harry," she cried. "Please, no. Take me, kill me instead."
A new figure had appeared in the doorway.
"Peter, help me!" Lily pleaded.
Peter Pettigrew looked from Lily to Voldemort. He pulled back the sleeve of his robe showing Lily the mark of the Death Eaters.
"No," she gasped." "You betrayed us?"
Lord Voldemort raised his wand once more.
"Not Harry. Please! Have mercy..."
* * * * *
Sirius jerked awake. "Lily... James..." he murmured. "No..."
The coldness of Azkaban swirled around his cell, and piteous screams of pain and torment filled the air.
A pair of dementors shuffled by Sirius' cell, taking a moment to stop and stare from under dark hoods at their prisoner.
Sirius felt as if his insides were freezing when the dementor gazed at him with it's sightless eyes.
Having only been in Azkaban for three months, and the dementors still seemed like walking nightmares.
"It's my fault," he sobbed into his hands, once the dementors had moved on. "All my fault..."
He laid back down onto his bunk and pulled the small scrap of blanket around his shoulders.
Images of Peter kept flashing through his mind. First, when he was made the Potter's secret keeper instead of Sirius, then when he had betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort, and finally in the square. The square where Peter had killed all those people and faked his own death, framing Sirius of a crime that left him with life sentence in Azkaban.
"I'll get you, Peter," Sirius vowed through clenched teeth. "So help me, I'll make you pay..."
