"What are we going to do?" Remus was pacing the room nervously.
Sirius was perched on a cot beside James's. He had been immediately admitted to the hospital wing under the false name of Jamie Potts.
"Wormtail?" James asked.
"Dead. That's why I'm free. Before Remus caught Peter I was in Azkaban for two years." He had apparently forgotten, James didn't know anything that had been happening.
"How long?"
It may have sounded like how long had Wormtail been dead, but really he wanted to know how long he had been gone for, how long he had been leaving his brothers to the cruelty of this world.
"Ten years." Remus stopped pacing and sat next to Sirius.
"Ten. Years? I'm thirty?! Wait," James froze.
Oh no. He was going to ask THAT question. The one everyone dreaded. Couldn't we keep him safer for a litter longer? Safe from his need to end this, to help, to save lives. Safe from the monster who had attempted to kill him atleast twenty times, and had succeeded once, once he knew. Sirius knew it was coming.
"Voldemort, he was defeated right?" At the look on their faces James leapt out of the carefully prepared hospital bed. "He's still out there? Still killing people? And you didn't tell me! I didn't come back to be lied to!" Sirius's face was torn from protecting his best friend and his duty to the world. Apparently James was the most important thing in his life, he always had been.
"James, you can't go back out there yet. You can barely walk in a straight line. You're still an auror. Believe me, when you're better, we will need your help saving the world. You're the only one who can. But no one can know you're back. It would cause madness, the famous James Potter back to rescue us. The savior who kept us safe and alive through the beginning of this terrible war, back to save the world during the worst of this nightmare. Did you see the sky outside? It has turned to eternal darkness by the powers and influence of Voldemort. People are afraid to step out side their houses for fear of him. The greatest forests of the world are constantly burning, never dying. This isn't hope though, it is a symbol of his ruthlessness. They don't know what to tell the muggles, they are dying by the minute, with no explanation. People are afraid to send their children to Hogwarts, fearing they will never see them again. If you go out there before you are healed, you will die, along with the rest of the world. So please just wait, wait and then conquer."
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
James sat, and looked at Sirius with a stunned look. "It's that bad?"
"You are our weapon now James, its up to you to save us. No one else can."
Sirius was perched on a cot beside James's. He had been immediately admitted to the hospital wing under the false name of Jamie Potts.
"Wormtail?" James asked.
"Dead. That's why I'm free. Before Remus caught Peter I was in Azkaban for two years." He had apparently forgotten, James didn't know anything that had been happening.
"How long?"
It may have sounded like how long had Wormtail been dead, but really he wanted to know how long he had been gone for, how long he had been leaving his brothers to the cruelty of this world.
"Ten years." Remus stopped pacing and sat next to Sirius.
"Ten. Years? I'm thirty?! Wait," James froze.
Oh no. He was going to ask THAT question. The one everyone dreaded. Couldn't we keep him safer for a litter longer? Safe from his need to end this, to help, to save lives. Safe from the monster who had attempted to kill him atleast twenty times, and had succeeded once, once he knew. Sirius knew it was coming.
"Voldemort, he was defeated right?" At the look on their faces James leapt out of the carefully prepared hospital bed. "He's still out there? Still killing people? And you didn't tell me! I didn't come back to be lied to!" Sirius's face was torn from protecting his best friend and his duty to the world. Apparently James was the most important thing in his life, he always had been.
"James, you can't go back out there yet. You can barely walk in a straight line. You're still an auror. Believe me, when you're better, we will need your help saving the world. You're the only one who can. But no one can know you're back. It would cause madness, the famous James Potter back to rescue us. The savior who kept us safe and alive through the beginning of this terrible war, back to save the world during the worst of this nightmare. Did you see the sky outside? It has turned to eternal darkness by the powers and influence of Voldemort. People are afraid to step out side their houses for fear of him. The greatest forests of the world are constantly burning, never dying. This isn't hope though, it is a symbol of his ruthlessness. They don't know what to tell the muggles, they are dying by the minute, with no explanation. People are afraid to send their children to Hogwarts, fearing they will never see them again. If you go out there before you are healed, you will die, along with the rest of the world. So please just wait, wait and then conquer."
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
James sat, and looked at Sirius with a stunned look. "It's that bad?"
"You are our weapon now James, its up to you to save us. No one else can."