Prologue:
James smiled down at the small infant, the small emerald green eyes smiled up in return.
In an instant, everything was changed. James, upon sudden instinct, looked out his window into the dark cool night, where a figure was walking, closer, closer to the house. James' eyes widened.
"Lily!" he screamed, she ran in from the kitchen, eyes matching the baby's, emerald green, and filled with fear at the yelling of the black haired man. "Lily! Take Harry and run! He's here! I'll hold him off!"
Lily grabbed the child and ran up the red carpeted stairs, she heard the door open, and ran faster. Locking herself and the child in his room, she looked around, and realized her mistake. There was no window, no means of escape. She couldn't apparate, not with the baby, not with Harry. She was crying, frantically searching the room, unable to leave because of the slow, confidant footsteps that were getting louder. "How could you, Peter?" she asked to no one in particular. Harry screamed as the door flew off its hinges, and she clutched him to her chest.
"Give me the boy." Hissed the large figure, covered in a black robe, "Get out of the way girl, give me the boy!"
"NO!" she cried, hysterically, "Take me! Take me instead!"
"Stand aside, silly girl! Stand aside!"
"No! Mercy! Please, take me instead!"
"AVADA KADAVERA!"
Sirius explored through the rummage that had once been a cheery home. His blue eyes were filled with grief and tears, his hair was thin and muddy instead of black, from which he had pulled at his hair, searched through the mud for nothing in particular, and pulled his hair again.
Cries, it was a wonderful sound, the sound of life from a small infant, scared out of his wits, but alive.
Sirius ran through the rubble, searching. There was no sign of Lily or James' bodies, but, there, in the middle of the rubble, was a small baby, green eyes filled with tears, and blood pouring from a thin scar on his head. Sirius couldn't move, he was too shocked. At last, he picked up the child, and turned, coming face to face with one Rubeus Hagrid.
"Hagrid!" he cried, startled, "Hagrid! He's alive, Harry's alive! Voldemort's gone!"
The half giant flinched at the name, "Give 'im to me, Dumbledore's orders, 'and 'im to me, now." Sirius was beside himself.
"Hand him to you!" he shrieked, "No, I'll go to Dumbledore tomorrow, he's my godson." Harry's screaming continued.
"It's Dumbledore's orders," said Hagrid roughly, "Need to take 'im to 'is relatives."
"Fine...Take my motorcycle...I won't be needing it any more." Said Sirius, finally coming to terms with the fact that half the wizarding world was sure that it was he whom had been Lily and James Potter's secret keeper.
"How could you Peter?" he asked, as Hagrid flew away, unaware that Lily had asked that same question, just hours before. Unaware that in a few hours time he would be captured by aurors, unaware that he was doomed to spend the next twelve years in Azkaban Prison. The era of the Marauders was over, and that too, was only just a beginning thought in the man's mind.
Nothing would ever be the same.
WoW
AN: R+R please. I love reviews!
James smiled down at the small infant, the small emerald green eyes smiled up in return.
In an instant, everything was changed. James, upon sudden instinct, looked out his window into the dark cool night, where a figure was walking, closer, closer to the house. James' eyes widened.
"Lily!" he screamed, she ran in from the kitchen, eyes matching the baby's, emerald green, and filled with fear at the yelling of the black haired man. "Lily! Take Harry and run! He's here! I'll hold him off!"
Lily grabbed the child and ran up the red carpeted stairs, she heard the door open, and ran faster. Locking herself and the child in his room, she looked around, and realized her mistake. There was no window, no means of escape. She couldn't apparate, not with the baby, not with Harry. She was crying, frantically searching the room, unable to leave because of the slow, confidant footsteps that were getting louder. "How could you, Peter?" she asked to no one in particular. Harry screamed as the door flew off its hinges, and she clutched him to her chest.
"Give me the boy." Hissed the large figure, covered in a black robe, "Get out of the way girl, give me the boy!"
"NO!" she cried, hysterically, "Take me! Take me instead!"
"Stand aside, silly girl! Stand aside!"
"No! Mercy! Please, take me instead!"
"AVADA KADAVERA!"
Sirius explored through the rummage that had once been a cheery home. His blue eyes were filled with grief and tears, his hair was thin and muddy instead of black, from which he had pulled at his hair, searched through the mud for nothing in particular, and pulled his hair again.
Cries, it was a wonderful sound, the sound of life from a small infant, scared out of his wits, but alive.
Sirius ran through the rubble, searching. There was no sign of Lily or James' bodies, but, there, in the middle of the rubble, was a small baby, green eyes filled with tears, and blood pouring from a thin scar on his head. Sirius couldn't move, he was too shocked. At last, he picked up the child, and turned, coming face to face with one Rubeus Hagrid.
"Hagrid!" he cried, startled, "Hagrid! He's alive, Harry's alive! Voldemort's gone!"
The half giant flinched at the name, "Give 'im to me, Dumbledore's orders, 'and 'im to me, now." Sirius was beside himself.
"Hand him to you!" he shrieked, "No, I'll go to Dumbledore tomorrow, he's my godson." Harry's screaming continued.
"It's Dumbledore's orders," said Hagrid roughly, "Need to take 'im to 'is relatives."
"Fine...Take my motorcycle...I won't be needing it any more." Said Sirius, finally coming to terms with the fact that half the wizarding world was sure that it was he whom had been Lily and James Potter's secret keeper.
"How could you Peter?" he asked, as Hagrid flew away, unaware that Lily had asked that same question, just hours before. Unaware that in a few hours time he would be captured by aurors, unaware that he was doomed to spend the next twelve years in Azkaban Prison. The era of the Marauders was over, and that too, was only just a beginning thought in the man's mind.
Nothing would ever be the same.
WoW
AN: R+R please. I love reviews!