Disclaimer: Not mine, except what you don't recognize, you know the drill. Please don't hurt me for this chapter. *ducks flying garbage*
"A mile," Isis stared intently at the tower.
Sirius nodded, scooped Harry's half lifeless body in his arms, and ran for his godson's life.
Few people on Earth could compete with Sirius Black's physical prowness, his speed was incredible, his legs seemed to eat up the ground. He could have won any race on earth . . .
. . . with one exception, a thunderous gong sounded throughout the forest, ten seconds till midnight.
Harry's heart was slowing down, his chest barely raising.
C'mon Black run, almost there, Sirius ran harder.
Nine seconds . . . .
The tower was only a few yards away, as the gong rang, only eight seconds left.
Seven . . .Six. ..
The gong was still ringing, the dog-star was speeding along its celestial path threatening to take the life from an innocent boy.
Five . . .Four . . .Three . . .
Sirius, precious cargo in his arms, vaulted up the stairs, past the stone columns, and hurled himself, and Harry, through the entryway.
A half a second later a the dog-star was positioned over the top-most window, and green light shot down through the darkness, and hit the pedestal where the Emerald Eye sat, illuminating th entire tower in a ghostly green light.
On the tower floor, in a pile, lay godfather, and godson, panting, wrung out like dishrags.
Sirius, breathing heavily, smiled as Harry opened his eyes, he was alive. They had made it in time. "You know, it's not always easy, being a godfather."
"Yeah, but you're really good at it," Harry gasped.
Sirius pulled Harry close, hugging him. The Azkaban escapee's eyes that had been harden by his adventures, were closed, and moist, hugging Harry, fiercely, and thanked God.
In the mist of the hug, the golden chain around Harry's neck fell off, and hit the floor with a metallic clink.
Harry tossed the part of the Eye, disgustedly, away. It skidded across the entryway, and stopped under a half collapsed column.
"Should we wait outside?" Harry suggested. "Remus, and Isis are probably worried about us."
"Yeah, go ahead, I'll be right there,"Sirius got slowly to his feet, his back to the wall.
Harry started walking toward the entrance, but stopped dead when he heard a noise. He whirled around to see . . .
. . .Sirius raised an eyebrow at Harry's wide-eyed, horrified expression.
"No!" Harry screamed as . . .
. . .a silver dagger plunged into Black's back, a short balding man, Wormtail, cackled as he pulled the dagger swiftly out, and Black fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.