AN: Good afternoon everyone and happy Wednesday. I am very sorry for not updating sooner but life gets in the way. Same with writer's block. It comes at the worst times. I hope to update more in the future, all of my stories in fact. Since summer is almost over I should be updating all of my stories more. Now on a little side note I wanted to let you all know that I have started a new story, it's the Hunger Games from Peeta's perspective so please check it out when you can. So today is September 21, 2016 and this is the first chapter today. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.
Hermione POV
I wheeled myself into the hospital room, my hands shaking horribly. Laying in the bed, looking much worse than I had feared, was James. He had thick white bandages wrapped around his torso and his head. There were shallow scrapes across his face and his glasses were nowhere in sight. They must have been destroyed during the fight.
I took a shuddering breath and wheeled myself up to his bed. James' body moved with his breaths but besides that he was as still as a statue. My hands shook as I placed my hands on the mint colored blanket making sure not to touch him.
I didn't know why I had come in here, there wasn't anything I could possibly do or say to the man lying comatose in the bed. But something in me wanted to be near him, to make sure that he was safe. Pettigrew may have been in Azkaban but the other Death Eaters would want to kill James or Harry or even me.
That would be a definite possibility, Death Eaters coming after the five of us. I would need to talk to Dumbledore about it when I got back to Hogwarts. He would have a plan to keep us safe.
I sat with James and watched the sun as it moved outside the window. James didn't move once while I sat with him. I watched a freckle on his neck while the time passed, eventually I nodded off with my cheek pressed against the soft blanket breathing in the scent of sandalwood and soap.
Sirius POV
I watched as Remus bounced baby Harry on his knee. Harry gurgled and cooed and laughed, a large smile on both their faces. I smiled in response but I knew it didn't reach my eyes. How could it when I had to look at one of my best friends and my godson and know that I failed them both? I had failed with Remus by not trusting him and I had failed with Harry by not doing everything I could to keep him safe.
James had been wrong to choose me as Harry's godfather, Remus would have been better. Anyone would have been better than me.
Except for the traitor Pettigrew. The dirty rat deserved to rot in hell for what he did to James and Harry. Even thinking his surname made me furious. Most things did these days. How the dirty rat was able to one up me was still mind boggling.
I had chased Pettigrew down, tears blurring my vision. Hagrid had been there guarding the house while Dumbledore and McGonagall had made their way to Godric's Hollow to save James, he had told me I couldn't do anything to try to save James until the professors got there. I had left Hagrid with my flying motorcycle, told him I didn't need it anymore. It was true, I wouldn't need the damn bike once I had killed the rat that had ruined everything. My life, my best friends' lives, and my godsons.
Just thinking about it all made my chest hurt.
I had called Peter out the moment I found him, on killing Lily and James. He had tried to deny it but he had never been a good liar. Not when he was forced to do it when asked something point blank. When he could tell I was going to attack him one way or another he had started throwing curses at me. One after another. Dark curses I had only read in the darkest books from my family's library. Between curses I had bodily slammed him into the nearest wall making him drop his wand in the process.
"How could you?!" I yelled shaking Peter so hard his head snapped back and forth against the wall. The shock had dazed him but that was about it. He may have been wincing in pain but there was a look in his eyes I couldn't ignore. The man in front of me was enjoying my anguish.
"How could I? How could you. I may have planned their downfall but at least I wasn't in love with my best friend's wife." I stiffened in shock and horror filled me completely. How the hell did he know? I had never told anyone! Made sure that no one would ever know my best kept secret. That I had loved my best friend's bird from the first time I saw her.
My shock gave Pettigrew enough time to snake my wand out of my back pocket. I watched in horror as my own wand was turned on me and I was blasted through the air. My body hit something hard, pain coursed through my body and I could feel blood dripping down my face. The edges of my vision became fuzzy and I watched as Pettigrew, my once best friend, stalked forward to kill me.
I woke with a gasp, jerking so fast my head hit the wall behind me. Pain flared through me and I cursed colorfully, rubbing the tender spot. Remus chuckled and I threw a dark look his way. He was sitting in the same chair as before, Harry asleep in his arms.
"I told you not to let me sleep." My voice was deep and gruff, thick with sleep and anger. To be perfectly honest I barely recognized it as my own.
"I know you did," Remus said shifting Harry into my arms. I looked down at my godson and felt another stab of self loathing as I took in the lightning shaped scar across his forehead. "But you needed some sleep. Speaking of which I should go wake Sleeping Beauty, visiting hours will be over in five minutes and the last thing we need is for Hermione to get yelled at by that scary medi-witch who hates us."
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