A/N: I don't know why, but this format is more fun to write. So, I'll
likely have someone's POV every other chapter. I'll try and keep them
short, but it's fun to make these people ramble on about everything!
Disclaimer: Unless I somehow manage to buy the rights to these people from Rowling, it's all hers.
Chapter 2: Remus's Rescue
I knew something was wrong from the very beginning. Harry usually wrote back immediately. I gave him some leeway because of what he was going through. I felt nearly the same way. I'm not sure if it was worse for him or me, but I do know that I have to take care of him. Sirius would be angry if something happened to him. I know he would. So it falls to me. I get to be his Godfather. Even though I'm not really. I'll take up his job. I hope Harry doesn't get angry.
I kept writing him letters, but I never got any response. Not until last week that is. The letter didn't sound like him at all. Not at all. He was merely trying to pacify my curiosity, and I know that. I know he is still upset about Sirius's death. I myself will never truly be over that. I saw him die, and that is something I will never forget. Maybe Sirius didn't see James and Lily die, but he saw their bodies, and their burning house. Which is more than I saw. I can't believe I ever doubted him. I was upset about James and Lily, but that was nothing compared to Sirius. Sure, I didn't see him, but I know that he felt worse than I did. He was closer to the two of them then I was. It must have hurt to see their bodies and know you could do nothing.
But I'm getting off topic. My point is, I know how it feels now, to lose the only friend you feel that you truly have in the world. And Sirius was more than my friend.
He was Harry's Godfather; he looked out for him like his own father, placing Harry's life before his own. Deep down, I know Harry blames himself, and I can't help but blame him as well. I will never tell him that, but it was his fault, in a way. I can't blame him for being deceived by Voldemort, many have been. No, I blame him for not waiting to hear if Severus got in contact with Sirius. He should have used his common sense.
I almost didn't bother holding Harry back from the veil. I almost just let him fall. But I knew Sirius would have definitely found some way back and then he would not have been pleased with me for it. I know Sirius.
Okay. I'm off topic.
Anyway, despite Harry's protests, I went to get him after I got his letter. I took Tonks and Alastor Moody with me as well. I ignored Alastor's attempts to get me to take more people.
When I got there, I really wasn't expecting what I found. Harry had told me his relatives were treating him just fine. I should have known he was lying. When I got there, he was busily washing the dishes, his sleeves pulled up. He was ignoring everything else. With good reason too, as his uncle was screaming at him, and hitting him for anything he could think of. Of course, when they saw us, the house went silent. Except for the sound of dishes being washed. I don't know how he could wash dishes while being hit, but all the dishes were sparkleing when I looked at them.
When we took him back with us, he seemed a little angry. I'm not sure why he was angry with us for taking him away from that.madhouse.
Nearly a week later, he still hasn't said a word. To anyone. I suppose he just needs some time.
Disclaimer: Unless I somehow manage to buy the rights to these people from Rowling, it's all hers.
Chapter 2: Remus's Rescue
I knew something was wrong from the very beginning. Harry usually wrote back immediately. I gave him some leeway because of what he was going through. I felt nearly the same way. I'm not sure if it was worse for him or me, but I do know that I have to take care of him. Sirius would be angry if something happened to him. I know he would. So it falls to me. I get to be his Godfather. Even though I'm not really. I'll take up his job. I hope Harry doesn't get angry.
I kept writing him letters, but I never got any response. Not until last week that is. The letter didn't sound like him at all. Not at all. He was merely trying to pacify my curiosity, and I know that. I know he is still upset about Sirius's death. I myself will never truly be over that. I saw him die, and that is something I will never forget. Maybe Sirius didn't see James and Lily die, but he saw their bodies, and their burning house. Which is more than I saw. I can't believe I ever doubted him. I was upset about James and Lily, but that was nothing compared to Sirius. Sure, I didn't see him, but I know that he felt worse than I did. He was closer to the two of them then I was. It must have hurt to see their bodies and know you could do nothing.
But I'm getting off topic. My point is, I know how it feels now, to lose the only friend you feel that you truly have in the world. And Sirius was more than my friend.
He was Harry's Godfather; he looked out for him like his own father, placing Harry's life before his own. Deep down, I know Harry blames himself, and I can't help but blame him as well. I will never tell him that, but it was his fault, in a way. I can't blame him for being deceived by Voldemort, many have been. No, I blame him for not waiting to hear if Severus got in contact with Sirius. He should have used his common sense.
I almost didn't bother holding Harry back from the veil. I almost just let him fall. But I knew Sirius would have definitely found some way back and then he would not have been pleased with me for it. I know Sirius.
Okay. I'm off topic.
Anyway, despite Harry's protests, I went to get him after I got his letter. I took Tonks and Alastor Moody with me as well. I ignored Alastor's attempts to get me to take more people.
When I got there, I really wasn't expecting what I found. Harry had told me his relatives were treating him just fine. I should have known he was lying. When I got there, he was busily washing the dishes, his sleeves pulled up. He was ignoring everything else. With good reason too, as his uncle was screaming at him, and hitting him for anything he could think of. Of course, when they saw us, the house went silent. Except for the sound of dishes being washed. I don't know how he could wash dishes while being hit, but all the dishes were sparkleing when I looked at them.
When we took him back with us, he seemed a little angry. I'm not sure why he was angry with us for taking him away from that.madhouse.
Nearly a week later, he still hasn't said a word. To anyone. I suppose he just needs some time.