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Author's Note: Thanks to everybody who reviewed and yes I know the whole Lily'James thing was fast but it was a girlfriend/boyfriend kinda thing. People use words very loosely. Basically, they did not mean I'm gonna marry you love. Anyway, this chapter is also kinda short (sorry again).
Faded Flowers
Chapter Three: Peter the Rat
Sirius flew through the cool night air, watching the stars fly by overhead as he rode his flying motorcycle.
He could almost feel the velvety blue night sky against his skin. And the orb-like moon bathed him in a tawny glow.
"Remus...it'll be okay," he whispered to the night. Lately, he had been thinking a lot about him. He had the strangest feeling he would never see this best friend again.
'It 's a good thing I'm on my bike instead of a broom,' he thought, remembering the good old days. The wind was unusually harsh this evening. He looked down, the puffy clouds were moving almost as quickly as he was.
He watched as the lights of the miniature houses went out below. Suddenly, something hit him in the head– hard.
Cursing, Sirius looked up to see his coal black owl.
His coal black owl without a piece of parchment attached to it's leg.
Which could only imply that Lily and James had received his letter.
Which could only mean that the Fidelius Charm had not worked.
Or that Peter–
Sirius landed with a thump in front of the lonely cabin that was Peter's house.
"Peter!"
No response. A chill ran down Sirius' spine as he walked cautiously toward the white painted door.
There were no obvious signs of disturbance.
"Peter!" he called again, more frantic.
He grabbed the doorknob and bracing himself for the worse, flung open the door.
Nothing. No one.
"Peter!" This time with a definite note of panic.
Nothing had been unsettled in the small house but something-something was wrong.
On the wooden kitchen table there lay a note.
Upon reading the first lines, Sirius dropped it in distress.
This is what the note read:
Dear Sirius,
I knew you would come to visit me tonight. How rude of me to be absent. While you are waiting, why not read a story?
Once upon a time, there was a stag, a rat and a flower. The flower was beautiful and the stag handsome. The flower and the stag fell ever so deeply in love.
They were oblivious to the world around them.
Oblivious to the rat. The rat who loved the flower.
Now as time flew by, the rat's deep love turned to swamps of hatred.
The flower, his beautiful flower could not see- could not understand the desperate love.
So, the rat turned to the only one he knew would protect him, would understand him.
The Dark Lord.
Now Sirius, is this tale beginning to seem familiar to you? Perhaps you would like to know the details of my clever decision...
The Dark Lord promised the rat vengeance on the two people who had hurt him most. If only the rat would become his spy.
The rat agreed, knowing this was the best way, knowing this was the only way. There were dangers of course– what would the rat do if he was found? What would become of him?
Tales of tortured followers never left his mind.
Time passed and the Dark Lord grew impatient with the pitiful rat. Death would have followed had not luck befallen the usually unlucky rodent.
He became the Secret-Keeper. And now, with the whereabouts of the stag and flower known, the rat's day had come.
And that day, Sirius, is today.
Are you going to run Sirius? They all think it's you. And when Lily and James are gone, it will be you as far as Dumbledore is concerned.
We were friends once, I know. But I do not feel regret. I know I am on the right side, the winning side. Can you say that about yourself?
I laugh as I write this Sirius–Padfoot. I laugh at you and your pitiful excuse of power. I admit, I followed you for power but I need you no longer.
Voldemort forever,
Wormtail
Horrified, Sirius could only stand, rooted to the spot. His brain didn't seem to want to work; his muscles didn't seem to want to move.
After what seemed like hours, Sirius found himself and hurried out the door.
His head was still whirling as he hopped onto his motorcycle and ascended into the cool night air once more.
Knock knock
"James, how did he– how did he find us?" Lily asked, knowing who was at the door.
"Impossible," James mumbled as if he hadn't heard his wife's pleading question.
"Peter! What if he..." she trailed off, afraid of the idea formulating in her mind.
"He wouldn't! He's our friend, he has been for years! Why would he do this?" James countered, trying to convince himself as well as Lily.
Knock knock
It came again, more impatient this time.
"Lily, go into the kitchen– no, upstairs, go upstairs!" James screamed frantic.
The door was shaking, as if an invisible hand were trying to break it down.
Lily ran, panicking up the stairs with a wailing Harry. Standing brave and tall, James faced the door, ready as it burst open...
A/N: I know, short but reveiw!!! -Anonymously Yours
Author's Note: Thanks to everybody who reviewed and yes I know the whole Lily'James thing was fast but it was a girlfriend/boyfriend kinda thing. People use words very loosely. Basically, they did not mean I'm gonna marry you love. Anyway, this chapter is also kinda short (sorry again).
Chapter Three: Peter the Rat
Sirius flew through the cool night air, watching the stars fly by overhead as he rode his flying motorcycle.
He could almost feel the velvety blue night sky against his skin. And the orb-like moon bathed him in a tawny glow.
"Remus...it'll be okay," he whispered to the night. Lately, he had been thinking a lot about him. He had the strangest feeling he would never see this best friend again.
'It 's a good thing I'm on my bike instead of a broom,' he thought, remembering the good old days. The wind was unusually harsh this evening. He looked down, the puffy clouds were moving almost as quickly as he was.
He watched as the lights of the miniature houses went out below. Suddenly, something hit him in the head– hard.
Cursing, Sirius looked up to see his coal black owl.
His coal black owl without a piece of parchment attached to it's leg.
Which could only imply that Lily and James had received his letter.
Which could only mean that the Fidelius Charm had not worked.
Or that Peter–
Sirius landed with a thump in front of the lonely cabin that was Peter's house.
"Peter!"
No response. A chill ran down Sirius' spine as he walked cautiously toward the white painted door.
There were no obvious signs of disturbance.
"Peter!" he called again, more frantic.
He grabbed the doorknob and bracing himself for the worse, flung open the door.
Nothing. No one.
"Peter!" This time with a definite note of panic.
Nothing had been unsettled in the small house but something-something was wrong.
On the wooden kitchen table there lay a note.
Upon reading the first lines, Sirius dropped it in distress.
This is what the note read:
Dear Sirius,
I knew you would come to visit me tonight. How rude of me to be absent. While you are waiting, why not read a story?
Once upon a time, there was a stag, a rat and a flower. The flower was beautiful and the stag handsome. The flower and the stag fell ever so deeply in love.
They were oblivious to the world around them.
Oblivious to the rat. The rat who loved the flower.
Now as time flew by, the rat's deep love turned to swamps of hatred.
The flower, his beautiful flower could not see- could not understand the desperate love.
So, the rat turned to the only one he knew would protect him, would understand him.
The Dark Lord.
Now Sirius, is this tale beginning to seem familiar to you? Perhaps you would like to know the details of my clever decision...
The Dark Lord promised the rat vengeance on the two people who had hurt him most. If only the rat would become his spy.
The rat agreed, knowing this was the best way, knowing this was the only way. There were dangers of course– what would the rat do if he was found? What would become of him?
Tales of tortured followers never left his mind.
Time passed and the Dark Lord grew impatient with the pitiful rat. Death would have followed had not luck befallen the usually unlucky rodent.
He became the Secret-Keeper. And now, with the whereabouts of the stag and flower known, the rat's day had come.
And that day, Sirius, is today.
Are you going to run Sirius? They all think it's you. And when Lily and James are gone, it will be you as far as Dumbledore is concerned.
We were friends once, I know. But I do not feel regret. I know I am on the right side, the winning side. Can you say that about yourself?
I laugh as I write this Sirius–Padfoot. I laugh at you and your pitiful excuse of power. I admit, I followed you for power but I need you no longer.
Voldemort forever,
Wormtail
Horrified, Sirius could only stand, rooted to the spot. His brain didn't seem to want to work; his muscles didn't seem to want to move.
After what seemed like hours, Sirius found himself and hurried out the door.
His head was still whirling as he hopped onto his motorcycle and ascended into the cool night air once more.
Knock knock
"James, how did he– how did he find us?" Lily asked, knowing who was at the door.
"Impossible," James mumbled as if he hadn't heard his wife's pleading question.
"Peter! What if he..." she trailed off, afraid of the idea formulating in her mind.
"He wouldn't! He's our friend, he has been for years! Why would he do this?" James countered, trying to convince himself as well as Lily.
Knock knock
It came again, more impatient this time.
"Lily, go into the kitchen– no, upstairs, go upstairs!" James screamed frantic.
The door was shaking, as if an invisible hand were trying to break it down.
Lily ran, panicking up the stairs with a wailing Harry. Standing brave and tall, James faced the door, ready as it burst open...
A/N: I know, short but reveiw!!! -Anonymously Yours