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Faded Flowers
Chapter Four: The Fall of Darkness
The door burst open with a force that knocked James to the floor. He glanced up at the tall, cloaked figure looming overhead.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James bellowed as he jumped to his feet.
Facing Voldemort, he held his head high and challenged, "If you want them, you'll have to get past me!"
The Dark Lord seemingly found this very amusing and broke out in high-pitched laughter.
James stood there, growing more apprehensive as Voldemort continued to laugh.
Upstairs, Lily stumbled into her son's bedroom and slammed the door shut, trying futilely to obscure the chilling sound of his cackle.
Downstairs, a calm Voldemort pulled out his wand. "Then Mr. Potter, shall we have a duel?"
Sensing his death, James debated with himself. 'Yes- No- Yes- No- Yes!'
He yanked out his wand from it's comfortable position in his pocket and faced Voldemort.
Quickly glancing out the window, he caught his last sight of the world.
"You have made yet another bad decision Mr. Potter. You shouldn't be dueling me. You should've been on my side..."
Ignoring him, James cautiously prepared himself. 'This is for the best'
The two bowed and began to walk in a slow circle, eyeing each others movements carefully.
James raised his wand and yelled, "Expelliarmus! Stupify!"
The spells seemed to ricochet off Voldemort's body, they did not effect him. Undaunted, James thundered another row of hexes. Again, they were useless.
Voldemort smiled an icy smile. "A good attempt, Mr. Potter but you cannot stop me with childish charms!" His blood-red eyes glinted. "Avada Kadavra!"
A blinding flash of sickening green light and James lay on the polished wooden floor, having breathed his last breath.
Sensing the death of her husband, Lily began to look frantically for an exit from Harry's room.
'You locked yourself in here with the Dark Lord himself!' she chided herself angrily.
The clamor of Voldemort storming up the stairs accentuated Lily's fright. Harry began to sob, as frightened as his mother.
The door burst open with a flash of bright light. Voldemort eyed mother and son, huddled in a corner. He pointed his wand toward Harry.
The cold realization came to Lily then. Voldemort, in his quest for more power, was murdering every wizard who had a chance to break him.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she begged. 'I'm going to die anyway...'
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now!" the Dark Lord ordered, angry at the stubbornness of the red-head.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!"
'Please, I don't want to see Hary dead. I don't want him to ever find out!'
Voldemort only glared. His anger boiled and he took a menacing step forward.
"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy!"
Voldemort laughed. He would grant the foolish girl her wish.
"Avada Kadavra!"
Lily screamed, pain ripping through her body. She could not see, save the green haze that covered her eyes.
At long last, she stopped, her last thought of Peter's betrayal. Her brilliant, emerald eyes were wide with pain and shock. Her secret would follow her to the grave.
And Harry lay alone, bundled in his blankets. His father downstairs, his body cold. His mother, in front of him, unmoving.
Brushing sweat off his face, Voldemort advanced to Harry. "Potter..." he growled.
He pointed his wand, ready to take yet another innocent life.
Then, out of nowhere, Peter appeared. "My Lord!" he cried.
"What do you want Wormtail? I am busy!"
Peter stared in shock at the woman who lay before him, dead.
"You said only the boy and James!"
"She refused me the babe, I had to."
"No..." Peter whispered, unbelieving.
"It was for the best, you rat!" the Dark Lord spat. "Why do you pity-- why do you care for this mudblood?"
Peter sniffled, afraid of defying his Lord, his master, his protector.
"My humble apologies my Lord."
"Dear Wormtail, I expect quicker obedience next time."
"Yes, my Lord"
"Now, would you like to watch the slaughter of the last Potter?"
Peter glanced at Harry. 'His mothers eyes' he thought.
Voldemort glared at Peter. "Surely you do not feel pity for it?"
"No, but he has her eyes..." Peter responded, not thinking.
"His mudblood mother!" Voldemort roared.
Peter snapped into his senses. "Yes, mudblood my Lord."
Looking to Harry one more, Voldemort pointed his wand. "Avada Kadavra!"
A flash of green light and a scream. Not the scream of the baby wrapped in blankets however.
The bone-chilling scream of Voldemort mixed with the cries of baby Harry.
The small house shook violently and seconds later, only a mountain of debris remained.
The light faded and Peter saw his Lord laying face down. Dead.
On the very night he had betrayed his once-friends.
The cool night breeze whistled through his hair, reminding him that Sirius would soon be arriving.
Far overhead, Sirius could not see the rat that hurried away from the wreckage that had once been the house of his best friend.
"Peter!" Sirius screamed into the night.
Landing heavily, Sirius began to look for the bodies of his friends and their son.
Delving deeper into to the mess, he heard the crunch of someone walking.
"Whose there?"
A large body emerged from the shadows.
"Why if it isn't young Sirius Black!" It was Hagrid.
"Hullo Hagrid, how is it in there?"
"Pretty bad, I could only find him." Hagrid whispered, showing Sirius the baby.
"What's that on his head?"
"A scar I s'pose."
Sirius leaned over to get a better look at his godson. "Unco!" Harry yelled happy at seeing a familiar face.
"Hullo Harry, you survived quite a blast there."
Tears came to his eyes as he thought of how the blast must have come.
"Now Sirius, keep strong. You know Lily an' James would want you to."
"Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather I'll look after him."
"Sorry Sirius, I can't. Dumbledore's orders. He has ter go ter his aunt an' uncle."
"Hagrid! They're Muggles! And not good, kind Muggles either! Have you ever met them? They are as unkind as humanly possible!"
"Again, I sorry Sirius, I got me orders."
"Alright Hagrid, take him. And take my motorcycle too. I won't be needing it anymore."
"A'right then. G'bye Sirius!"
"Bye!" he called to the enormous retreating figure.
'What do I have now? Nothing.'
He looked up to the stars and felt the wind blow. It was as if it was encouraging him to move on.
"I can't!" he whispered.
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a stag in the wood adjacent to what was the house.
"Prongs...?"
As quickly as it had come, the stag was gone.
'James would want you to stay strong. . .'
Holding his head up high, Sirius followed the stag into the night.
Somehow, he knew he would see them again. He would see them in Harry-- son of a stag in shadows and a faded flower.
Author's Note:This is the end, I might right a prequel though (more on the Hogwarts days). Tell me what you think and r/r please.
Chapter Four: The Fall of Darkness
The door burst open with a force that knocked James to the floor. He glanced up at the tall, cloaked figure looming overhead.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" James bellowed as he jumped to his feet.
Facing Voldemort, he held his head high and challenged, "If you want them, you'll have to get past me!"
The Dark Lord seemingly found this very amusing and broke out in high-pitched laughter.
James stood there, growing more apprehensive as Voldemort continued to laugh.
Upstairs, Lily stumbled into her son's bedroom and slammed the door shut, trying futilely to obscure the chilling sound of his cackle.
Downstairs, a calm Voldemort pulled out his wand. "Then Mr. Potter, shall we have a duel?"
Sensing his death, James debated with himself. 'Yes- No- Yes- No- Yes!'
He yanked out his wand from it's comfortable position in his pocket and faced Voldemort.
Quickly glancing out the window, he caught his last sight of the world.
"You have made yet another bad decision Mr. Potter. You shouldn't be dueling me. You should've been on my side..."
Ignoring him, James cautiously prepared himself. 'This is for the best'
The two bowed and began to walk in a slow circle, eyeing each others movements carefully.
James raised his wand and yelled, "Expelliarmus! Stupify!"
The spells seemed to ricochet off Voldemort's body, they did not effect him. Undaunted, James thundered another row of hexes. Again, they were useless.
Voldemort smiled an icy smile. "A good attempt, Mr. Potter but you cannot stop me with childish charms!" His blood-red eyes glinted. "Avada Kadavra!"
A blinding flash of sickening green light and James lay on the polished wooden floor, having breathed his last breath.
Sensing the death of her husband, Lily began to look frantically for an exit from Harry's room.
'You locked yourself in here with the Dark Lord himself!' she chided herself angrily.
The clamor of Voldemort storming up the stairs accentuated Lily's fright. Harry began to sob, as frightened as his mother.
The door burst open with a flash of bright light. Voldemort eyed mother and son, huddled in a corner. He pointed his wand toward Harry.
The cold realization came to Lily then. Voldemort, in his quest for more power, was murdering every wizard who had a chance to break him.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she begged. 'I'm going to die anyway...'
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now!" the Dark Lord ordered, angry at the stubbornness of the red-head.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!"
'Please, I don't want to see Hary dead. I don't want him to ever find out!'
Voldemort only glared. His anger boiled and he took a menacing step forward.
"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy!"
Voldemort laughed. He would grant the foolish girl her wish.
"Avada Kadavra!"
Lily screamed, pain ripping through her body. She could not see, save the green haze that covered her eyes.
At long last, she stopped, her last thought of Peter's betrayal. Her brilliant, emerald eyes were wide with pain and shock. Her secret would follow her to the grave.
And Harry lay alone, bundled in his blankets. His father downstairs, his body cold. His mother, in front of him, unmoving.
Brushing sweat off his face, Voldemort advanced to Harry. "Potter..." he growled.
He pointed his wand, ready to take yet another innocent life.
Then, out of nowhere, Peter appeared. "My Lord!" he cried.
"What do you want Wormtail? I am busy!"
Peter stared in shock at the woman who lay before him, dead.
"You said only the boy and James!"
"She refused me the babe, I had to."
"No..." Peter whispered, unbelieving.
"It was for the best, you rat!" the Dark Lord spat. "Why do you pity-- why do you care for this mudblood?"
Peter sniffled, afraid of defying his Lord, his master, his protector.
"My humble apologies my Lord."
"Dear Wormtail, I expect quicker obedience next time."
"Yes, my Lord"
"Now, would you like to watch the slaughter of the last Potter?"
Peter glanced at Harry. 'His mothers eyes' he thought.
Voldemort glared at Peter. "Surely you do not feel pity for it?"
"No, but he has her eyes..." Peter responded, not thinking.
"His mudblood mother!" Voldemort roared.
Peter snapped into his senses. "Yes, mudblood my Lord."
Looking to Harry one more, Voldemort pointed his wand. "Avada Kadavra!"
A flash of green light and a scream. Not the scream of the baby wrapped in blankets however.
The bone-chilling scream of Voldemort mixed with the cries of baby Harry.
The small house shook violently and seconds later, only a mountain of debris remained.
The light faded and Peter saw his Lord laying face down. Dead.
On the very night he had betrayed his once-friends.
The cool night breeze whistled through his hair, reminding him that Sirius would soon be arriving.
Far overhead, Sirius could not see the rat that hurried away from the wreckage that had once been the house of his best friend.
"Peter!" Sirius screamed into the night.
Landing heavily, Sirius began to look for the bodies of his friends and their son.
Delving deeper into to the mess, he heard the crunch of someone walking.
"Whose there?"
A large body emerged from the shadows.
"Why if it isn't young Sirius Black!" It was Hagrid.
"Hullo Hagrid, how is it in there?"
"Pretty bad, I could only find him." Hagrid whispered, showing Sirius the baby.
"What's that on his head?"
"A scar I s'pose."
Sirius leaned over to get a better look at his godson. "Unco!" Harry yelled happy at seeing a familiar face.
"Hullo Harry, you survived quite a blast there."
Tears came to his eyes as he thought of how the blast must have come.
"Now Sirius, keep strong. You know Lily an' James would want you to."
"Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather I'll look after him."
"Sorry Sirius, I can't. Dumbledore's orders. He has ter go ter his aunt an' uncle."
"Hagrid! They're Muggles! And not good, kind Muggles either! Have you ever met them? They are as unkind as humanly possible!"
"Again, I sorry Sirius, I got me orders."
"Alright Hagrid, take him. And take my motorcycle too. I won't be needing it anymore."
"A'right then. G'bye Sirius!"
"Bye!" he called to the enormous retreating figure.
'What do I have now? Nothing.'
He looked up to the stars and felt the wind blow. It was as if it was encouraging him to move on.
"I can't!" he whispered.
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a stag in the wood adjacent to what was the house.
"Prongs...?"
As quickly as it had come, the stag was gone.
'James would want you to stay strong. . .'
Holding his head up high, Sirius followed the stag into the night.
Somehow, he knew he would see them again. He would see them in Harry-- son of a stag in shadows and a faded flower.
Author's Note:This is the end, I might right a prequel though (more on the Hogwarts days). Tell me what you think and r/r please.