A/n: Most of the same stuff that I wrote for the first chapter still applies. Just read the chapter!
*NOTE! * Sigh, all of this in the story does not belong to me. Well, the plot belongs to me cause I wrote it. But everything else belongs to the one and only J.K. Rowling to whom we should all be indebted to cause she is the best author ON THE PLANET!!!
The Black Night
Chapter Three-
Finding the Night
You must understand that, for a prisoner, Azkaban is like being thrown into the dark, being kept in the night while everyone else has day. It really is very lonely knowing that you can't escape, you can't escape the night. And even worse is that you can't escape the memories, your worst memories. In Azkaban there are no good memories, only horrible, depressing ones. Of course, I have thought about many things in length here, the day my Mother left me and I went to live with my Father, the day they buried the noisy prisoner Barty Crouch, the day my sister disappeared. But the time I think about the most is the day I told James and Lily to switch. That wasn't nearly as bad as another memory. Even though it happened nearly Ten years ago, I can still remember it like yesterday, the time I found out that Peter had betrayed Lily and James...
I had been sitting in my house when all of a sudden I felt like something was wrong. I had arranged to check in on Peter that night, but I felt I needed to check on Lily and James first.
I decided to fly there on my motorcycle. It was a fairly long journey and I wasn't terribly good at apparation. Knowing me, I'd try to appear at James and Lily's and end up in Dumbledore's bathroom.
About a half an hour later I was close to their house. I looked out onto the horizon and saw a strange orange light. As I got closer I realized it was fire. Fire, right where I was flying. "It can't be their house!" I said. I put my foot on the gas and flew as fast as I could toward the house. I made a smooth landing in a small field. By this time I knew it was James and Lily's house.
I put out most of the fire with my wand so I could go in and investigate. The whole front of the house had collapsed so I could see right in. I ran in and searched for people in the house. I started digging through the rubble madly until I unearthed a hand, James' hand. I dug faster, "Please don't be dead, please!" I said to myself. After a minute's time I had found both James and Lily and I knew what had happened. I knew what Peter had done, what I had done.
I knew James and Lily were dead, but not from the fire. They looked completely unharmed except for the fact that they were dead.
"Avada Kedavra," I whispered, " Peter, what did you do? My god, what did I do?"
I broke down right there. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. I sank down to the floor over toward James. I pounded on his chest, I knew it wouldn't bring him back; I knew he was dead, but I couldn't stop myself. I sank down even lower, with my face in my hands. I was in despair.
Then I heard something remarkable, I couldn't believe my ears! It was a baby crying. I ran over to where the sound was. Harry was in the corner nestled in a baby carrier. I couldn't believe he was alive! I picked him up and walked out of the house. Once outside I noticed a cut on his head, shaped like a lightning bolt. I wiped the blood off of his head and then I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who it was, it was Hagrid.
"Sirius, I've come to collect Harry"
"But I'm his godfather, shouldn't I take him?"
"Well, I've got me orders from Dumbledore, says I got ter take him ter his Aunt an' Uncles."
"Oh, ok, why don't you take my motorcycle, I won't need it anymore."
"What? But yeh love that thing!"
"Go, take it."
"Ok, are yeh sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, just go, take Harry!"
I handed Harry to Hagrid and he took off on my motorcycle. I'm not sure why I told him I wouldn't need it anymore, I think at the time I was a bit out of my mind.
As I walked away from the house, I had one thing on my mind, I had to find Peter, he had to pay, and I was going to make him...
Ok, R/R... Chapter four is coming soon, I just gotta write it up and post it up. So have you figured out why I called this story The Black Night yet? I'm clever aren't I, Just Kidding! Someday I may write a story about Sirius' sister or something, who knows. I'll need ideas for when this story is over...
So anyhoo, NO FLAMES!!!!!
*NOTE! * Sigh, all of this in the story does not belong to me. Well, the plot belongs to me cause I wrote it. But everything else belongs to the one and only J.K. Rowling to whom we should all be indebted to cause she is the best author ON THE PLANET!!!
The Black Night
Chapter Three-
Finding the Night
You must understand that, for a prisoner, Azkaban is like being thrown into the dark, being kept in the night while everyone else has day. It really is very lonely knowing that you can't escape, you can't escape the night. And even worse is that you can't escape the memories, your worst memories. In Azkaban there are no good memories, only horrible, depressing ones. Of course, I have thought about many things in length here, the day my Mother left me and I went to live with my Father, the day they buried the noisy prisoner Barty Crouch, the day my sister disappeared. But the time I think about the most is the day I told James and Lily to switch. That wasn't nearly as bad as another memory. Even though it happened nearly Ten years ago, I can still remember it like yesterday, the time I found out that Peter had betrayed Lily and James...
I had been sitting in my house when all of a sudden I felt like something was wrong. I had arranged to check in on Peter that night, but I felt I needed to check on Lily and James first.
I decided to fly there on my motorcycle. It was a fairly long journey and I wasn't terribly good at apparation. Knowing me, I'd try to appear at James and Lily's and end up in Dumbledore's bathroom.
About a half an hour later I was close to their house. I looked out onto the horizon and saw a strange orange light. As I got closer I realized it was fire. Fire, right where I was flying. "It can't be their house!" I said. I put my foot on the gas and flew as fast as I could toward the house. I made a smooth landing in a small field. By this time I knew it was James and Lily's house.
I put out most of the fire with my wand so I could go in and investigate. The whole front of the house had collapsed so I could see right in. I ran in and searched for people in the house. I started digging through the rubble madly until I unearthed a hand, James' hand. I dug faster, "Please don't be dead, please!" I said to myself. After a minute's time I had found both James and Lily and I knew what had happened. I knew what Peter had done, what I had done.
I knew James and Lily were dead, but not from the fire. They looked completely unharmed except for the fact that they were dead.
"Avada Kedavra," I whispered, " Peter, what did you do? My god, what did I do?"
I broke down right there. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. I sank down to the floor over toward James. I pounded on his chest, I knew it wouldn't bring him back; I knew he was dead, but I couldn't stop myself. I sank down even lower, with my face in my hands. I was in despair.
Then I heard something remarkable, I couldn't believe my ears! It was a baby crying. I ran over to where the sound was. Harry was in the corner nestled in a baby carrier. I couldn't believe he was alive! I picked him up and walked out of the house. Once outside I noticed a cut on his head, shaped like a lightning bolt. I wiped the blood off of his head and then I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who it was, it was Hagrid.
"Sirius, I've come to collect Harry"
"But I'm his godfather, shouldn't I take him?"
"Well, I've got me orders from Dumbledore, says I got ter take him ter his Aunt an' Uncles."
"Oh, ok, why don't you take my motorcycle, I won't need it anymore."
"What? But yeh love that thing!"
"Go, take it."
"Ok, are yeh sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, just go, take Harry!"
I handed Harry to Hagrid and he took off on my motorcycle. I'm not sure why I told him I wouldn't need it anymore, I think at the time I was a bit out of my mind.
As I walked away from the house, I had one thing on my mind, I had to find Peter, he had to pay, and I was going to make him...
Ok, R/R... Chapter four is coming soon, I just gotta write it up and post it up. So have you figured out why I called this story The Black Night yet? I'm clever aren't I, Just Kidding! Someday I may write a story about Sirius' sister or something, who knows. I'll need ideas for when this story is over...
So anyhoo, NO FLAMES!!!!!
