Book One: Searching.
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Chapter 2.
Godric's Hallow; October 31st, 1981.
Sirius placed a hand on James' face and almost shuddered at the coldness.
James' hazel-brown eyes were still open and they absolutly no light in them.
Sirius couldn't stand to look into them so he moved his hand and closed James' eyes.
And that's when the reality hit.
Sirius was shaking — James was dead. Dead. No... This couldn't be. It wouldn't be. If it was... their would be hell to pay.
He was shaking so much that he didn't even see Hagrid enter the room.
Hagrid had to be at least 10 feet tall. He had long, bushy hair that covered most of this face and a long beard that did the same. His black eyes were rimmed-red, showing that he had been crying.
"S, Sirius? What'er you doin' 'ere?" Hagrid choked, chatching the attention of Sirius.
"Hagrid?" Sirius said, and he shocked himself. His voice was so weak, like he hadn't talked in weeks. Sirius didn't even notice that tears were rolling down his eyes.
"Well? What'er you doin' 'ere?" Hagrid asked a little more forcefully than he would've liked, behind his beard he was bitting his lip; Sirius was crouched over James' body, like he was going to protect James from further harm.
Hagrid walked over to the shaking Sirius, and pulled him up, with much trouble from Sirius.
"Who did this Hagrid? Who?" Sirius hissed.
"You-Know-Who." Hagrid said, starting to shake himself, it was truly horrible.
Voldemort... Someone would pay... most perferably that dreaded cousin of his.
"Where are Lily and Harry?" Sirius said, he had too know, if they were gone too, he wouldn't be able too take another loss.
"...Lily's dead." Hagrid said, his voice choking up.
Sirius felt his stomach drop. Both Lily and James. Gone... They weren't coming back... Never...
"What about Harry?" He asked, but he knew if Lily was gone... there was no way that Harry was still with him...
"Gone. Dun know how."
"Gone?" echoed Sirius. What did Hagrid mean by 'Gone'? Was the baby dead... Or...?
"Gone." Hagrid repeated. "Someone took 'im, a Death Eater, I reckon."
"He's, he's alive?" Sirius said, astonished. Someone survived Voldemort? How?
Hagrid didn't answer, but Sirius had hope.
He would find Harry and he would make sure of it.
Slughorns Office, November 1st, 1981.
Horace Slughorn walked downstairs into his office around midnight; the Halloween feast had once again been as marvolous as ever, but Hagrid wasn't there... Neither was Minerva. Something was terribly wrong, and not even all of the food at the Halloween festival would be able to change that. Not even the crystallised pineapple.
He had a stroll around the school, which took around an hour or so of his time; it was past midnight, that he was sure of, and here he was. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terriblly
Going to his desk, Slughorn placed his hands over his eyes, what could this mean...
Moving his hands over his eyes, he looked over his desk, his eyes resting on the bowl that he had kept Francis in.
...His jaw fell slack. Francis was gone.
No... Lily had told him that Francis would only leave him if she had died at some point.
She... She was gone.
Rushing to grab the floo powered that lay upon his desk, he grabbed a handful and ran too the fireplace and firecalled Albus.
"ALBUS! LET ME IN!" He yelled, Lily was gone, he knew it, but he had to confirm it.
Albus did let him come him, but he had a grave look on his face, which confirmed his fears.
"Is... Is she really dead Albus?"
"It is yet to be confirmed, Horace. If you shall wait, you will have the answer." Dumbledore said in his usual voice.
Slughorn's eyebrows furrowed, but he sat down opposite Albus, waiting for his confirmation.
Minutes ticked by... An eerie slience filled the room as they waited.
After 10 or 20 minutes, the door was opened and Hagrid and Sirius entered the room.
"Hagrid, I suspect that you have an answer for me?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes were not twinkling.
"Yes I do, sir. And you were sadly right." Hagrid grunted.
"I see. All three of them?" Dumbledore said sadly.
"No, sir. Young Harry is alive, at least, I think, sir."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. So... The prophecy was starting to unwind.
A/N: Ugh... I wanted to get this out... It's 2:50 something... I am like really tired... I'll update soon, I don't know when, couple days? Maybe tomorrow if I get like, 4 reviews? Sorry if I'm being greedy, but I would like too know that my story was well liked, you know?
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