The Reward of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters and themes are the property of JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I am making no money from this story. All I am getting is a cramped hand from writing and typing.
Authors Note: I though I put this in chapter one, but it turns out I didn't. I will update on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Some chapters are quite short, and I apologise for that, but it needs to be that way.
I forgot to put this up yesterday.
Chapter 3
Prongs travelled quickly through the forest, feeling the curse slip away while he cantered. When he felt he had travelled far enough away, he morphed back into his human form.
James was exhausted. He stumbled to the ground and took in deep gasping breaths of air. Once his heart rate calmed, he stood and tried to focus on Hogsmeade. Unbidden, images flashed into his mind of days spent with the marauders exploring the small magic village. He saw Peter and Remus leaning against the Honeydukes wall, Peter stuffing his face as remus casually watched James and Sirius wrestle in the snow.
James groaned in irritation and sadness (knowing that one of his best friends had sold them out to Voldemort). He tried to block the memories of his time at Hogwarts and focus only on his destination, but the more he tried to block them, the more the memories came.
Desperate to leave his memories in their place, he began to apparate, a picture of The Three Broomsticks in his mind. But as he felt himself transporting, a memory of his friends laughing faces around a table at Rosmerta's bar managed to pop to the front of his mind.
As James vanished from sight, a single name rang in his head.
Sirius Black.
Authors Note: Thank you all for the reviews.