Alternate Endings
What would happen if James Potter had died in a plane accident before
Hogwarts ? Before he was 11 ? Before the days of MWPP ? Before Lily ?
Harry would never have been born ... Voldemort would never have been
defeated ... Sirius Black would never have been sent to Azkaban ... Nothing
would be the same ...
"All ready Daddy !"
James fiddled with the buckle on his air plane seat belt . He grinned up at
his father , who smiled indulgently down at him .
"I'm glad. Are you happy that it's your fifth birthday ?"
"Of course Daddy ! I love birthdays !"
Mr . Potter pushed James further down into his seat , as the plane began to
move .
"Are you alright ?"
"Yes Daddy ..." But he looked positively terrified .
"James ... It's alright ! No need to worry , believe me !"
James grinned , his missing teeth creating an odd effect . He would trust
anything his father said.
"Ok . I'm not worried ."
***
"Are we prepared for take off ?"
"Yes Mr . McKinnon . Full speed ."
The pilot gunned the engine , waiting for the speed to kick in , so they
could rise .But something wasn't right ...
***
Mrs . Potter was waiting in the airport , watching her husband's plane take
off. It was tradition . She smiled happily as the plane rose into the air .
They were off to Paris . She had to stay home and work . Just as she began
to turn away , she noticed something . Thick black smoke was pouring from
the tail . Before she had a chance to wonder what it was , the plane
exploded in a burst of orange and black ...
***
Many years later ...
Sirius Black , looked around , scared . It was his first day of school . No one
ever mentioned how scary going to school could be . But then again , not
everyone was being shipped halfway around the country to attend a school
where they teach you magic ... he sighed . It was time . He boarded the
train , looking for a place to sit - or a friendly face . Finally , he came to a
compartment that looked like it held first years . A girl with bright red hair ,
a tall boy with sandy black hair , and a short fat one were sitting in the
compartment , talking . Well , at least , the boys were . The girl was
reading silently , not looking around .
"Uh ..... hi ?"
Everyone looked up . The girl gave him a wan smile , and turned back to
her book , the short fat one started trembling , but the tall boy gave him a
smile - a real smile .
"Hi , my name's Remus . This is Peter , and that-" he pointed to the red
head "is Lily ."
"Hi . I'm Black . Sirius Black ."
"Shaken , not stirred , right ?" Spoke up the red head .
"What ?!" He asked , confused .
"Bond . James Bond . Right ? You said your name like him ... oh , never
mind."
Sirius gave her an odd look . Who was James Bond ? And what did he
wanted shaken , and not stirred ...
"You aren't muggle born are you ?" Asked the girl .
"No , I'm not ."
"Oh . That explains it ."
Sirius sighed . He was very confused now . He sat down opposite Remus ,
exhausted . He smiled at him .
"So ... what house do you want to be in ?" Remus asked .
"Gryffindor." He said , with no hesitations .
"Really ? I want to be a Slytherin." Remus smiled . "I'm JOKING !" He said ,
seeing the look on Sirius' face . "I want to be a Gryffindor too , don't worry."
Sirius calmed back down . He wasn't about to be friends with a Slytherin .
Peter looked uncomfortable . He wanted to be in Slytherin .
( A/N : My Idea was that James convinced Peter he wanted to be a
Gryffindor) .
That's what his father was . And his grandfather . And his mother , and his
grandmother . Everyone in his family had been a Slytherin . And it would
certainly be a blot on the family tree for their son to be a Gryffindor . For an
incompetent idiot who was a Slytherin , was better than the top wizard in
the school , as a Gryffindor . In their eyes at least . That's the way we live ,
isn't it ? Seeing things through other people's eyes . Making decisions based
on their wants . Never our own . Never our own .
What would happen if James Potter had died in a plane accident before
Hogwarts ? Before he was 11 ? Before the days of MWPP ? Before Lily ?
Harry would never have been born ... Voldemort would never have been
defeated ... Sirius Black would never have been sent to Azkaban ... Nothing
would be the same ...
"All ready Daddy !"
James fiddled with the buckle on his air plane seat belt . He grinned up at
his father , who smiled indulgently down at him .
"I'm glad. Are you happy that it's your fifth birthday ?"
"Of course Daddy ! I love birthdays !"
Mr . Potter pushed James further down into his seat , as the plane began to
move .
"Are you alright ?"
"Yes Daddy ..." But he looked positively terrified .
"James ... It's alright ! No need to worry , believe me !"
James grinned , his missing teeth creating an odd effect . He would trust
anything his father said.
"Ok . I'm not worried ."
***
"Are we prepared for take off ?"
"Yes Mr . McKinnon . Full speed ."
The pilot gunned the engine , waiting for the speed to kick in , so they
could rise .But something wasn't right ...
***
Mrs . Potter was waiting in the airport , watching her husband's plane take
off. It was tradition . She smiled happily as the plane rose into the air .
They were off to Paris . She had to stay home and work . Just as she began
to turn away , she noticed something . Thick black smoke was pouring from
the tail . Before she had a chance to wonder what it was , the plane
exploded in a burst of orange and black ...
***
Many years later ...
Sirius Black , looked around , scared . It was his first day of school . No one
ever mentioned how scary going to school could be . But then again , not
everyone was being shipped halfway around the country to attend a school
where they teach you magic ... he sighed . It was time . He boarded the
train , looking for a place to sit - or a friendly face . Finally , he came to a
compartment that looked like it held first years . A girl with bright red hair ,
a tall boy with sandy black hair , and a short fat one were sitting in the
compartment , talking . Well , at least , the boys were . The girl was
reading silently , not looking around .
"Uh ..... hi ?"
Everyone looked up . The girl gave him a wan smile , and turned back to
her book , the short fat one started trembling , but the tall boy gave him a
smile - a real smile .
"Hi , my name's Remus . This is Peter , and that-" he pointed to the red
head "is Lily ."
"Hi . I'm Black . Sirius Black ."
"Shaken , not stirred , right ?" Spoke up the red head .
"What ?!" He asked , confused .
"Bond . James Bond . Right ? You said your name like him ... oh , never
mind."
Sirius gave her an odd look . Who was James Bond ? And what did he
wanted shaken , and not stirred ...
"You aren't muggle born are you ?" Asked the girl .
"No , I'm not ."
"Oh . That explains it ."
Sirius sighed . He was very confused now . He sat down opposite Remus ,
exhausted . He smiled at him .
"So ... what house do you want to be in ?" Remus asked .
"Gryffindor." He said , with no hesitations .
"Really ? I want to be a Slytherin." Remus smiled . "I'm JOKING !" He said ,
seeing the look on Sirius' face . "I want to be a Gryffindor too , don't worry."
Sirius calmed back down . He wasn't about to be friends with a Slytherin .
Peter looked uncomfortable . He wanted to be in Slytherin .
( A/N : My Idea was that James convinced Peter he wanted to be a
Gryffindor) .
That's what his father was . And his grandfather . And his mother , and his
grandmother . Everyone in his family had been a Slytherin . And it would
certainly be a blot on the family tree for their son to be a Gryffindor . For an
incompetent idiot who was a Slytherin , was better than the top wizard in
the school , as a Gryffindor . In their eyes at least . That's the way we live ,
isn't it ? Seeing things through other people's eyes . Making decisions based
on their wants . Never our own . Never our own .