Hey guys, I found the last chapter I wrote for this. This is also an open reply to the many people who have been asking if I will post something if the story is adopted. If anyone contacts me about wanting to adopt this story then I will let you know. Hope you enjoy
First, there was only darkness. Then came the yelling. A male voice, his speech broken, fragmented;
"Run… take… twins… safety… Go!" Then there was a feeling, like being picked up, carried. Jostling and bouncing. Sound returned just in time to hear a voice cry out in rage;
"Stupef-" The rest was lost in the loud sobbing of a woman. The jostling ended and there was a sense of being laid down on something soft, warm and smooth. Whispered prayers and reassurances in female tones. Then a crash, talking, begging, screaming, and then the same word as before.
"Stupefy!" yelled in a gruff male voice followed by a red flash of light and a muffled thump. A brief silence, a bright, sickening green light and two shouted words. An almighty surge of dark power and then nothing. Silence fell once more. A child's cry broke the air and that was what jerked Harry from his dream.
He gasped and choked, trying to get air into his lungs. There was a loud banging on the door followed by yells of his name. Harry stood up on shaking legs and made his way towards the door, clutching at the desk and drawers, unable to stay balanced. He unlocked the door and went to open it, only for it to be flung open in his face, knocking him over. He was thrown backwards into his desk, clutching his ribs in pain. He cursed loudly, grabbing the attention of his assailant.
"Shit!" Remy hissed as he crouched by Harry's side. "Remy so sorry Harry, didn't mean to hurt ya, honest! Heard ya yellin' and thought you mighta been in trouble or somethin'!" Remy helped Harry to sit up against the side of the desk, looking for any obvious injuries. "Did Remy make your ribs worse? Do ya need to go see Hank? Are you-" He was cut off by Harry putting a hand in front of his mouth.
"Remy, I'm fine!" He chuckled, shaking his head in mirth. "Just jostled the ribs a bit, that's all." He stood up shakily and smiled at the other man. "Well, how about we got eat something?"
"Well, the Professor said he wanted to get ya in the danger room today so you're gonna need your energy." Remy nodded and smiled back.
"Let's go then."
Harry shifted uncertainly as he stared at the vast metal chamber, picking at the tight outfit he had been forced to wear. He glanced upwards and saw Remy watching him from the observation and control room.
"You ready kid?" Logan's voice came on the speakers. Harry nodded, tensing in preparation of what was to come. "We'll start on basic and gradually increase the tempo, you got it?" Another nod. "Good luck." Then the speakers shut off. Harry looked up to the observation room once more before the room shimmered slightly and changed into a battle field. He gave a cursory glance around before ducking behind one of the flipped cars, narrowly avoiding a laser blast that was sent his way. He peered around the car and saw a rusty metal robot. He focussed on the many shadows around him and gestured for them to gather beneath the robot. Another gesture and the drone was impaled on a razor sharp spike of darkness. Harry gave a quick smirk before another drone popped up.
This continued for 20 minutes, the drones appearing more often and in larger groups until one of the drones laser blasts caught Harry in the side, knocking him onto his back. The scene shimmered again before changing back into the empty metal room. Harry sat up slowly, clutching his side as the door to the Danger Room opened and Remy rushed in.
"You ok, Harry?" He asked as he slid to his knees, helping Harry into a sitting position. Harry chuckled slightly.
"Didn't we do the whole you helping me up thing this morning?" He said, shaking his head. Remy smirked.
"I guess we did but you like Remy so much that you did it again. Ain't that right mon amis?" He retorted, letting Harry use him as a crutch to stand up.
"Break it up you two." Logan called from the doorway, trademark smirk already in place. "I'm sure Hank will happy be to see you after such a long time." He said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Harry had to suppress a groan as he was lead to the medical bay, too tired to fight back.
Snow fluttered lazily from the billowing clouds above the ancient castle. The grounds currently empty apart from a few students, the rest of them in the great hall. A lone owl soared above the courtyard, away from the owlry, letter clutched tightly in its talons. Nick Potter stared as the owl flew away; carrying the first letter he had sent to Remus and Sirius since he was 10.
He knew that they hated him for what he and his parents had to done to Harry. When he was younger he couldn't understand why they were making such a fuss but over the next few years he began to understand that what they had done was unforgiveable. He sighed.
"I know it's a long shot but maybe they might give me a chance." He thought before laughing bitterly. "Yeah right." He muttered before making his way down the icy owlry steps.
Sun poured through a gap in the curtains, falling on the two men tangled together in the large bed. A tapping was heard from the window, causing the black haired man to snuggle into his tawny haired partner. Remus lifted his head at the sharp sound, smiling as Sirius buried his head in Remus' chest. He gently lifted Sirius head up and slid out from underneath him. Rubbing a tired hand across his eyes, he padded over to the window and pulled the curtains apart. Sirius jerked awake as the sunlight hit him and started cursing and flailing before falling off the bed. Remus laughed loudly at the scene until the tapping came again. He turned to the window and saw a snowy white owl perched on the windowsill. As soon as the window was opened, the bird flew in and circled the room a few times before settling on the back of the chair near the window, holding out a letter with one clawed foot. Remus took the letter carefully and opened it.
Dear Sirius and Remus, it read
I know I haven't spoken to you in a few years and you probably hate me but I have to try. My name is Nick Potter, your godson. Please don't burn this letter now, just give me a chance. I know that what my parents and I did to my brother was unacceptable and disgusting but that was how I was brought up. I was taught that Harry should have been treated that way, and despite what she says, my mother knew exactly what happened in that house. I have seen the error of my ways and I wish to make up for my mistakes. I wanted to say that I'm sorry for how my parents alienated you after Harry's disappearance; they even forbade me from writing to you. I want to try and re-establish our relationship if you're okay with that. I would understand if you never wanted to see me again and I wouldn't blame you either. If you do wish to talk to me then let me know by sending a reply with Hedwig (the owl), if not, just send her back without a letter. I truly am sorry for what happened and I hope that you can give me a chance.
Your godson,
Nick Potter.
Remus sat heavily on the chair that the owl – Hedwig, his mind supplied- was perched on, staring at the letter in his hands, not able to comprehend what he had just read.
"Sirius?" He called to the man, who had managed to free himself from the bed sheets and was busy making the bed. Sirius looked up and was quickly at Remus' side.
"What is it love?" He asked worriedly. Remus handed him the letter without a word, deep in thought. Sirius read through the letter quickly. When he was done he laid the letter on a nearby table and they both sat in a stunned silence.
"What do we do?" Remus whispered, breaking the silence. Sirius shook his head.
"I have no idea."