James Potter was laying on his king size bed, in his huge bedroom on the far right side of the mansion. His glasses were askew on his face, and his black hair was ruffled by the amount of times he'd pulled his hand through his hair.
Knowing James Potter, this was an extremely uncommon thing to do, just lying there. But he had a problem, his two best friends had just fallen out, Sirius Orion Black, his one friend had spilled the secret of Remus John Lupin, his other friend, and thereby destroying 4 years of trust and friendship. That might sound extremely bad, but it got worse, the two of them had gone so far as to demand James picked a side. He would naturally have sided with Sirius since they'd been better friends for a longer time, however what Sirius had done, did break an extremely large amount of morals.
Just thinking about it hurt James brain, not hurt as in a little annoying sting, no it had turned into a full-blown migraine. He could feel the blood pumping through the ores around his head, and every single tiny squeak sounded like it had be loudened a hundred times.
Finally James made the decision to get up, and take a walk. Maybe the fresh air would blow the problem off of his mind for a while. Wait….. Had he thought take a walk, that was not good, he needed something to keep his brain busy, not his legs… Flying, that was a good idea, he'd need all his concentration to fly the broom, and zigzag between the trees.
He couldn't even see a thing in the darkness of the late night, this would get his adrenaline up so high and get that drunk feeling of bliss, and right now, he needed bliss. His body and mind would fully concentrate on using his senses to sense the obstacles instead of seeing them.
James sneaked, down the hallway, took a right turn at the cross-point, and tip-toed down the stairs. When he reached the door to the broom cupboard, he took his wand from his back-pocket and tapped the door while whispering the simple spell "alohomora". The door gave a hushed clicking sound, that in the stillness of the night sounded like a muggle atomic bomb going of, and he knew, they'd watched a memory of one of the survivors in muggle studies class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the previous year.
Back then he'd been fascinated by it, so fascinated he'd done extra work on it, thereby getting quite a high mark on his OWLS. His mother had been thrilled that her son had actually put in an effort for a specific subject, because normally he just did the work a couple of minutes before hand in date.
"James." The booming voice of his father interrupted his thoughts. He swiveled around and looked straight into the grey eyes of his father. They were reflecting the emotions of confusion and curiosity. Confusion as to why his son was out at midnight trying to sneak out, and curiosity if this was about meeting up with a girl or some of his school friends.
"Dad." James said in a tone with loads of love and innocence clashed on, trying to get away with being caught red-handed in the act of trying to sneak out.
"What are you doing?" His father asked, his tone reflecting his curiosity, and not the disappointment he felt as he realized his son had something going on, and had neglected to tell his parents about it.
"Well, I was going to go fly." James stated bluntly, looking at his father and trying to pull the puppy-dog face to get some sympathy from his father, he failed miserably at pulling the puppy-dog and his father had to hold it in to not burst out in laughter.
"Yes, I can see that. I'm not fully blind yet." He said, making a joke about how he as being older still saw better than his son, whom had needed to get glasses at age of 8.
"The question is why?" Mr. Potter asked. His eyebrows raised into his hairline in the inquiry of an answer. A smile was playing on his lips from James' puppy-dog look.
"Well..." James muttered deliberating whether to tell his father about Sirius and Remus or not. He decided to do it, because maybe his father could give him some advice. "I wanted to clear my mind a bit... Remus and Sirius are having a fight, and well. They want me to pick a side..." James finished lamely.
"You just can't seem to pick a side, and your troubled of what to do." His father finished for him, he was proven right when James nodded at the reply. "In my opinion you should tell them to figure it out between them selves. It is their fight, you don't need to do anything." The wisdom was evident in his statement, and as his father was an Auror, James respected his father's opinion quite highly.
"How about we go fly together, my mind needs some clearing from my own problems as well." Mr. Potter said to his son, and his sons face lit up, he wouldn't have to return to bed... He'd actually get to fly with his father. They hadn't done this in ages.
They both tookt their brooms, a Nimbus 1000, and a Nimbus 1001, for Mr. Potter and James respectively, and walked out of the huge oak front doors, Mr. Potter locking them with magic behind him.
When they rose into the air, the chill wind, blew away their worries almost insantly. The half moon gave off a bit of light, just enough for them to not crash into the large tree trunks, as they flew into the forest.
The sticks and twigs whipping past their faces and limbs, scratching their bare sking and lightly tuggin their clothes. It gave both males and feeling of extremely nice freedom.
They flew straight ahead away from the house for quite a while, never straying further than a hundred meters apart for safety reasons. They passed a small lake in which James tended to go swimming quite often, they passed a couple of different tree huts, they even passed the picnik area that belonged to Mrs. Potter.
Then they arrived at an open field where the guys used to play soccer, since there were three trees on either side of the area that could work quite well as goal rings, however there int he middle of the patch, illuminated by the moonlight, lay a figure. Glowing slightly in the dark, with long dirty blonde hair flowing around what was identifiable as the head, and a flowing black dress, with a bare back...
The back had two horrible wounds on them, with dried blood. Both Potter men temporarily halted in the air before zooming down the the corpse. The crouched down beside the female body, and Mr. Potter gently touched the back, to which a soft almost irrecognizable whimper was heard.
Mr. Potter's eyes met James', and an understanding passed between them almost immediately. This girl was going home to them first, and questions would be asked later.
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