Through the Angels' Eyes: The Life and Times of Harry Potter
James Potter
I would be lying if I said that I've never thought of the consequences of our death. At the risk of blowing my modesty, I have to say that Lily and I were two powerful wizards in our time, and that our murder would have created another big blow to the Wizarding World's flagging hope in those days. The two of us, along with you and the others, were a group of highly talented wizards who believed in good-- we were the precious few who made up an army against the Dark. We were part of those who fought hard, even if the rest of our world believed that our war was lost from the start.
We formed the Order of the Phoenix.
You have to remember what we were, and what we stood for, old friend. The dark days are here again, and even though you can't hear me, someone has to try to remind you that this isn't just about revenge.
Up to this date I'm wondering what could have happened if Voldemort succeeded in destroying my son; what could have happened to you and the Order, I wonder, if Little Harry hadn't inadvertently defeated the Dark Lord? In one unfortunate night, four have been lost from their number-- Lily, myself, you, and Peter.
I'm sorry, Sirius. I've visited you in your cell, countless of times. You never felt my presence, but watching you, looking into your haunted eyes-- If I could have taken the bad memories from you, I would have, faster than the blink of an eye. You never deserved all those years in Azkaban; you kept blaming yourself for our deaths, but it was never your fault. We never knew that Peter was the traitor.
Peter... I don't know where he went wrong. His betrayal only serves to give me a slight tug of remorse-- I can no longer feel the hatred he deserves from me. After more than thirteen years, all that I can feel for him now is pity; a deep regret for what he turned out to be and what he could have been.
I know it's useless to dwell in the past, and its never-ending possibilities. However, the "what ifs" and "could haves" still haunt me. They still haunt Lily. For every waking moment we spend watching you and Harry, we know that we will always be haunted by the loss and the regret and the burden you carry.
Know that for all those years you and Harry have suffered, we have been there, watching. Waiting for the right moment.
Because the Phoenix shall rise from its ashes, bringing hope and victory in its fiery wake.
And until Lily and I find a way to help, we will never be at rest.
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Ok, so that was cheesiness galore. *rolls eyes* Sorry, folks. Got carried away. _ I'll try harder next time... first Harry Potter fic and all, please be gentle with your reviews? ^^;
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