Disclaimer: All J.K's none of it is mine, only the plot.
Author's Note: I tried to make this chapter a little sad and I'm not sure if I did. What do you think? This one goes out to Mandy, the author of "The Gilded Lily"
"Your Father's Room"
Sirius led Harry inside and before going to prepared "Dinner" he told Harry where his room was and dropped his trunk off.
"Well, Harry, this room's yours now. It used to belong to your father when he was engaged to Lily and waiting for the wedding. We used to spend our summers here, after Volder…. Well I'll go and get started shall I. I'll come and get you in a bit."
Harry, placing his trunk on the bed and Hedwig's cage on the dresser looked around. This room had belonged to his father. The sheets had small snitches on them and the room was painted red and gold, the colors of Gryffindor. This didn't surprise Harry in the least after finding out only a few months ago that James was one of the descendents of Godric Gryffindor. On the dresser were thing obliviously recovered from his parent's home after the attack. There were four prefect badges and a head boy and head girl badge form his parents years at Hogwarts. A broom stick was propped up against the corner, a Shooting Star 1000, it must have been good then Harry thought. A few books lined the shelf and in the closet Harry was surprised to see some old robes and two quidditch robes, one with a "C" in the top corner, for captain. A few of his mother's robes were there too. Harry almost broke down and went to sit on the bed to catch his breath but music was slowly playing form the bedside table and when he looked at the nightstand he lost it completely and broke down. There was a picture of his parents dancing, probably from their sixth year. His father had swirled her and her long hair fanned out as her head came to rest on his shoulder. Their eyes closed and they were both smiling. They were only slightly than Harry but they were in love and happy and alive. Harry grabbed the fame and hugged it to his chest, closed his eyes and took deep breaths. They weren't gone; he told himself over and over again they were in his heart. They were with him always; he carried them in his heart.
Sirius had been hesitant about leaving James' room the same as he had left it for Harry nut Remus thought that Harry needed to have a little more of Lily and James and Sirius, after thinking about it agreed. Now, Sirius was almost certain, Harry was falling to pieces. Sirius and Remus had a hard time going in there and they had death with their deaths longer than Harry and they had been as close as family. Leading the two huge Sundays with various sweets atop them Sirius went to Harry's room and as he opened the door he saw a red eyed Harry clutching the photo of James and Lily at the ball from their 6th year. James had spent the summer here and kept the photo with him. Sirius remembered taking it out of the runes in Godric's Hollow and sending it with an owl to Remus before he went after Peter. A small tear went down the side of Sirius' face and he placed down the sundaes and went to the bookshelf, taking out a thick, dusty volume. Covering it he sat down next to Harry and let him cry into his shoulder.
After staying like this in silence Harry looked up into Sirius' eyes. Sirius' heart gave a pang; his eyes were so much like Lily's. Harry next spoke words that both made Sirius nervous, hesitant, and extremely sad.
"Sirius, can you tell me about the past, about," he looked down at the photo "about my parents?"
"Yes Harry, I can." With that Sirius took out the volume and shining in gold writing was the word "Memories" in beautiful cursive.
"This, Harry, was the photo album your parents, Remus, Peter, and I put together after Hogwarts so we would always be together. In it is the history of the Marauders, your mother, pretty much all of our lives."
"Can you show me Sirius?"
"Yes Harry." And the book was opened.
Author's Note: I tried to make this chapter a little sad and I'm not sure if I did. What do you think? This one goes out to Mandy, the author of "The Gilded Lily"
"Your Father's Room"
Sirius led Harry inside and before going to prepared "Dinner" he told Harry where his room was and dropped his trunk off.
"Well, Harry, this room's yours now. It used to belong to your father when he was engaged to Lily and waiting for the wedding. We used to spend our summers here, after Volder…. Well I'll go and get started shall I. I'll come and get you in a bit."
Harry, placing his trunk on the bed and Hedwig's cage on the dresser looked around. This room had belonged to his father. The sheets had small snitches on them and the room was painted red and gold, the colors of Gryffindor. This didn't surprise Harry in the least after finding out only a few months ago that James was one of the descendents of Godric Gryffindor. On the dresser were thing obliviously recovered from his parent's home after the attack. There were four prefect badges and a head boy and head girl badge form his parents years at Hogwarts. A broom stick was propped up against the corner, a Shooting Star 1000, it must have been good then Harry thought. A few books lined the shelf and in the closet Harry was surprised to see some old robes and two quidditch robes, one with a "C" in the top corner, for captain. A few of his mother's robes were there too. Harry almost broke down and went to sit on the bed to catch his breath but music was slowly playing form the bedside table and when he looked at the nightstand he lost it completely and broke down. There was a picture of his parents dancing, probably from their sixth year. His father had swirled her and her long hair fanned out as her head came to rest on his shoulder. Their eyes closed and they were both smiling. They were only slightly than Harry but they were in love and happy and alive. Harry grabbed the fame and hugged it to his chest, closed his eyes and took deep breaths. They weren't gone; he told himself over and over again they were in his heart. They were with him always; he carried them in his heart.
Sirius had been hesitant about leaving James' room the same as he had left it for Harry nut Remus thought that Harry needed to have a little more of Lily and James and Sirius, after thinking about it agreed. Now, Sirius was almost certain, Harry was falling to pieces. Sirius and Remus had a hard time going in there and they had death with their deaths longer than Harry and they had been as close as family. Leading the two huge Sundays with various sweets atop them Sirius went to Harry's room and as he opened the door he saw a red eyed Harry clutching the photo of James and Lily at the ball from their 6th year. James had spent the summer here and kept the photo with him. Sirius remembered taking it out of the runes in Godric's Hollow and sending it with an owl to Remus before he went after Peter. A small tear went down the side of Sirius' face and he placed down the sundaes and went to the bookshelf, taking out a thick, dusty volume. Covering it he sat down next to Harry and let him cry into his shoulder.
After staying like this in silence Harry looked up into Sirius' eyes. Sirius' heart gave a pang; his eyes were so much like Lily's. Harry next spoke words that both made Sirius nervous, hesitant, and extremely sad.
"Sirius, can you tell me about the past, about," he looked down at the photo "about my parents?"
"Yes Harry, I can." With that Sirius took out the volume and shining in gold writing was the word "Memories" in beautiful cursive.
"This, Harry, was the photo album your parents, Remus, Peter, and I put together after Hogwarts so we would always be together. In it is the history of the Marauders, your mother, pretty much all of our lives."
"Can you show me Sirius?"
"Yes Harry." And the book was opened.