I do not own HP
This is short but it is important.
Chapter 2:
Meanwhile, elsewhere,
All Sirius could see was the blood pouring down his face. He was pretty sure that his nose was broken and positive that the ribs on his right side were crushed. All he could feel was pain. But he couldn't let that stop him. James was in trouble, James was in pain, James was screaming, James was dying.
"We gave you a chance, and yet you still defy us...Still you refuse...We do not give second chances, we do not allow refusal. You will serve, you can not stop it, you can not! IMPERIO!" shrieked the hooded man.
Sirius wiped his eyes and watched as James' face went blank, he watched as he was forced to walk over to him. The blank face of his best friend stared down into his eyes.
James' entire cheek had been crushed in, he had blood trickling from his ears and the corners of his eyes. His lip was busted open and he was coughing up spurts of blood.
"Kill the blood traitor! Kill him in the name of the Dark Lord!" The man joined the laughter of the other death eaters surrounding them.
"Jamie." Sirius managed to choke out.
He saw the look of understanding pass through the familiar hazel eyes. His brother's eyes. His only family's eyes. The only eyes that truely knew him. He saw them flash with recognition and fade with the curse.
He breathed a sigh of relief as James' knees buckled and he fell to the floor by his side. Throwing his arm over him he began to cry, though it looked like a river of blood.
"Jamie, I will save us, I will." he said fervently as James was ripped out of his arms yet again.
He felt a hundred knives pierce his skin as the cruciatus curse was implemented again. Even through the haze of pain induced dementia he could hear James' blood soaked screams. They were going to die here. And he knew it. He couldn't stop it, his best friend was being tortured and beaten and he wasn't strong enough to stop it. Then he heard something that made his heart stop, James had quit screaming, he quit coughing, he barely heard him gasp for his last breath.
Then with a rage that he had never felt before Sirius exploded with all the power that was left in him. He watched as seemingly in slow motion the hooded figures around him were blasted off their feet. His magic poured unshielded out of him. Without meaning to or trying every man he touched was flung backwards or dropped to their knees. It took very few moments to reach James. He was so bloodsoaked even his hair laid flat against his head.
He threw his arms around him, ignored the stabbing pain in his chest from his protesting ribs and apparated on the spot.
He felt his knees buckle as the suffocating blackness eased away. He felt the weight of his best mate become too much, he flet them both fall to the ground. He heard the screams echo around them, he heard the shouts for help. He felt a pair of soft hands wipe the blood and matted hair from his face. The last thing he heard was the one voice he wished he didn't. He hadn't wanted her to see them like this.
"Help! Help! Siri! Jamie! You have to help me that's my brother, that's my husband help, please don't let them die!" Lily screamed before he blacked out.
