Disclaimer : I own nothing. And I just figured that I should tag on the bit with the deaths, just to sort everything out.
MER GIRL
Epilogue : The end is the beginning . . .
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Sirius fell to his knees at the sight of the Potter's home. All the blood drained from his face and his eyes filled with tears of hopeless rage. The house . . . destroyed utterly . . . not a thing left standing . . .
Under a piece of rubble he saw a single, bloodstained hand. It was James's. Sirius's mouth dropped open with horror, and he began to scrabble away at the wreakage to try and pull James out.
''Please be alive . . Please . '' Sirius rambled, tears slipping down his face.
He moved one final piece of debris off James. His fears were affirmed. James was dead. His eyes were open in an expression of determination mingled with terror. His body was bloody from the house collapsing.
James was dead. James was dead. His best friend was dead . . . the grief was awful.
Lily . . .what about Lily??
Sirius started to move rubble with his wand, looking for a piece of clothing, a lock of her red hair, anything . . .
Finally, he saw a long strand of fiery hair protruding from under the wreakage and his heart gave another sick leap. Maybe she was alive . . .maybe she had lived . . . maybe she had survived the house collapsing when the Dark Lord had destroyed it.
Sirius pulled Lily from under the ruins and held her in his arms. He turned her over onto her back and looked at her. He felt his heart break for the second time in minutes. She was dead, just like James. Her eyes were open too, but they're expression was very different. They were filled with unshed tears, pain at losing James, the horror at knowing she was going to die, the desperation of trying to save her child.
Harry . . . he was definantely dead too. He felt the world cave in. His best friends . . .his godson . .gone . .
Sirius held Lily's body very tight, violant, wracking sobs overpowering him. He cried like a child. He cried until he was exhausted.
Lily . . . his Lily . . . the first girl he'd ever loved was dead. He saw the necklace he'd given her round her neck. He smiled, choking on his tears. He shut her lifeless eyes with a fingertip.
Sirius was shaking with rage . . . the unfairness of it all . . .the pain of losing the ones he cared about more than anything in the world. He felt sick. He wanted revenge. His wrath would be unimaginable. He gave a cry of anguish at seeing his friends bodies. They'd been so young and so happy . . . and now . . .
Sirius heard a baby's squall and jumped. No, it couldn't be. There was no way Harry could have survived . . . the house was demolished. If Voldemort hadn't killed him then surely the house collapsing would have. Sirius didn't understand.
The cry had come from near Lily. Sirius saw a desamated crib and crawled shakily on his hands and knees over to it. He hardly dared to believe his ears. His hopes had been dashed twice in a matter of minutes. Part of him believed that the baby's cry he heard was his grief-ravaged mind playing tricks on him. He moved a heap of dust and rubble off the crib to see Harry, kicking and crying fit to bust. His forehead was slick with blood, and a lightning-bolt shaped scar ran down the middle.
Sirius gave a little gasp and lifted the wailing child out of his crib. He cradled Harry in his arms and tried to shush him. Then he realised that this poor boy had lost his parents.
''You cry, Harry Potter,''he said softly. ''Cry all you want.''
Sirius felt tears stream down his face again. His throat constricted painfully.
James . . . his best ever friend . . . the one who had been there for him ever since they had been children . . . they'd had so much fun . . they'd been through everything together and now . . . he was dead, his body cold as ice.
And Lily . . . in his heart she would always be his flower. She'd been his first love. He'd loved her all those years. Part of him loved her still, even if it had been a long time ago. Those days seemed like a million miles away now. He wept for her, for James, for Harry, for himself. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Sirius decided at that very moment that he would protect Harry as best he could, in the memory of Lily and James. His grief was terrible . . . he would protect Harry better than he had Lily and James. He would destroy whoever had sold them to Voldemort. Even if it took the rest of his life, he would get revenge. For himself and for the crying child in his arms. Any sense of future normality in this baby's life had been blown away, like dust in the wind. Sirius held Harry a little closer, rage and grief and regret taking him over.
Everything was rushing through Sirius's head - every memory, every moment, every inane pointless thing. But most of all he remembered Lily, how he had felt for her, and James, how he had stood by him till the end. Lily, the girl with the red hair and the green eyes that had tortured his soul as a boy. James, who had made him laugh, the best friend he could ever ask for. Tears flowed like a terrible waterfall down Sirius's young face - a face too young to take all this pain at once.
Sirius would get revenge, for his Lily and for James. He would avenge they're deaths, if it was the last thing he would do.
Yes . . . truly the end was just the beginning.
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Well, I thought it was only fair to add the deaths. Sorry it was so short. Anyway, that's it - finito!
Luv Lux
xox
MER GIRL
Epilogue : The end is the beginning . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~
Sirius fell to his knees at the sight of the Potter's home. All the blood drained from his face and his eyes filled with tears of hopeless rage. The house . . . destroyed utterly . . . not a thing left standing . . .
Under a piece of rubble he saw a single, bloodstained hand. It was James's. Sirius's mouth dropped open with horror, and he began to scrabble away at the wreakage to try and pull James out.
''Please be alive . . Please . '' Sirius rambled, tears slipping down his face.
He moved one final piece of debris off James. His fears were affirmed. James was dead. His eyes were open in an expression of determination mingled with terror. His body was bloody from the house collapsing.
James was dead. James was dead. His best friend was dead . . . the grief was awful.
Lily . . .what about Lily??
Sirius started to move rubble with his wand, looking for a piece of clothing, a lock of her red hair, anything . . .
Finally, he saw a long strand of fiery hair protruding from under the wreakage and his heart gave another sick leap. Maybe she was alive . . .maybe she had lived . . . maybe she had survived the house collapsing when the Dark Lord had destroyed it.
Sirius pulled Lily from under the ruins and held her in his arms. He turned her over onto her back and looked at her. He felt his heart break for the second time in minutes. She was dead, just like James. Her eyes were open too, but they're expression was very different. They were filled with unshed tears, pain at losing James, the horror at knowing she was going to die, the desperation of trying to save her child.
Harry . . . he was definantely dead too. He felt the world cave in. His best friends . . .his godson . .gone . .
Sirius held Lily's body very tight, violant, wracking sobs overpowering him. He cried like a child. He cried until he was exhausted.
Lily . . . his Lily . . . the first girl he'd ever loved was dead. He saw the necklace he'd given her round her neck. He smiled, choking on his tears. He shut her lifeless eyes with a fingertip.
Sirius was shaking with rage . . . the unfairness of it all . . .the pain of losing the ones he cared about more than anything in the world. He felt sick. He wanted revenge. His wrath would be unimaginable. He gave a cry of anguish at seeing his friends bodies. They'd been so young and so happy . . . and now . . .
Sirius heard a baby's squall and jumped. No, it couldn't be. There was no way Harry could have survived . . . the house was demolished. If Voldemort hadn't killed him then surely the house collapsing would have. Sirius didn't understand.
The cry had come from near Lily. Sirius saw a desamated crib and crawled shakily on his hands and knees over to it. He hardly dared to believe his ears. His hopes had been dashed twice in a matter of minutes. Part of him believed that the baby's cry he heard was his grief-ravaged mind playing tricks on him. He moved a heap of dust and rubble off the crib to see Harry, kicking and crying fit to bust. His forehead was slick with blood, and a lightning-bolt shaped scar ran down the middle.
Sirius gave a little gasp and lifted the wailing child out of his crib. He cradled Harry in his arms and tried to shush him. Then he realised that this poor boy had lost his parents.
''You cry, Harry Potter,''he said softly. ''Cry all you want.''
Sirius felt tears stream down his face again. His throat constricted painfully.
James . . . his best ever friend . . . the one who had been there for him ever since they had been children . . . they'd had so much fun . . they'd been through everything together and now . . . he was dead, his body cold as ice.
And Lily . . . in his heart she would always be his flower. She'd been his first love. He'd loved her all those years. Part of him loved her still, even if it had been a long time ago. Those days seemed like a million miles away now. He wept for her, for James, for Harry, for himself. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Sirius decided at that very moment that he would protect Harry as best he could, in the memory of Lily and James. His grief was terrible . . . he would protect Harry better than he had Lily and James. He would destroy whoever had sold them to Voldemort. Even if it took the rest of his life, he would get revenge. For himself and for the crying child in his arms. Any sense of future normality in this baby's life had been blown away, like dust in the wind. Sirius held Harry a little closer, rage and grief and regret taking him over.
Everything was rushing through Sirius's head - every memory, every moment, every inane pointless thing. But most of all he remembered Lily, how he had felt for her, and James, how he had stood by him till the end. Lily, the girl with the red hair and the green eyes that had tortured his soul as a boy. James, who had made him laugh, the best friend he could ever ask for. Tears flowed like a terrible waterfall down Sirius's young face - a face too young to take all this pain at once.
Sirius would get revenge, for his Lily and for James. He would avenge they're deaths, if it was the last thing he would do.
Yes . . . truly the end was just the beginning.
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Well, I thought it was only fair to add the deaths. Sorry it was so short. Anyway, that's it - finito!
Luv Lux
xox