"Lily please tell me it's not true," Sirius whispered as tears poured down
his cheeks.
She let out an agonized sob, clutching onto the blanket between them.
"Oh Sirius," she sniffed.
The realization hit Sirius and he swallowed the deep emotions that had filled his throat. He let his head fall into his hands,
"Do you know why?" he whispered at last. He looked up at Lily sitting there across from him. The blanket was pulled up around her, and she bit her lip, her red hair sticking to her tear-stained fast.
She shook her head sniffing again.
"Why?" she whispered, "Why do I have this horrible Gift?"
Sirius didn't answer but thought of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. He bowed his head again, and reached out for Lily's hand.
"And James..." she let out.
"James?!" Sirius yelled.
"He's lost his family," She whispered, 'Just like me,' she thought.
"Maybe I should go back to Remus's, do you think he knows?" Sirius asked getting up off the bed and pulling his boxers back on.
An Owl fluttered in through the window and landed amongst the sheets on Lily's bed. She reached out grabbing the parchment.
Dear Lily and Sirius,
"How does he know I am here?" Sirius asked, blushing a little.
I am aware, as I know you are, that the Potters have been murdered this night. I regret to inform you that Lord Voldemort is responsible. It is very lucky that James was not home, or else he too would have perished. I cannot tell you why they were killed, but I must ask you to forget the feelings you have inside right now and pull yourself together. Please make your way to Remus Lupin's and comfort him. The letters from his parents have just been sent out and he will be learning of their deaths shortly. The Potters were my friends, but unfortunately they won't be the only ones who will die at the hands of Voldemort. Please go and be with James, and Lily, please help him, by whatever means necessary. I am apologize to both of you, Sirius, I know that they were like parents to you, but you must be strong for James, and Lily I am sorry you had to envision this, if I could have prevented their deaths I would have, they were wonderful people.
My apologies,
Albus Dumbledore
"Letters from his parents?" Sirius asked out loud, zipping up his jeans.
"Whatever means necessary?" Lily questioned.
Sirius tossed her her shirt.
"Do you think they knew they were going to die?" Sirius asked softly.
"No, well at least it appeared they didn't know," Lily told him, closing her eyes at the memory.
The pair got dressed, and threw cloaks on over the clothes. It was 4 am. Sirius grabbed Lily's hand as they made their way out of her room.
Something pecked at James's face. He growled in his sleep and rolled over.
"Whooo!"
James groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. It was still dark. Peter was snoring softly on the floor where he lay. An owl's beady eyes stared at James through the darkness. Who would be sending him something this late? Or was it early? He shook his head and untied two rolls of parchment from the owl's leg.
James looked quizzically at the owl and then opened one of the letters. His mother's neat handwriting lay before him.
Dearest James,
If you receive this letter it means that I have passed.
'Passed?' James thought breathing a little bit faster.
I wanted you to know that you're father and I am very proud of you. What a man you have become. I wish for you to have a good life, like mine was. I want you to meet the right woman, and get married at have children. Children are life's greatest gift James, and you were mine. You know it is hard sitting here writing out my death letter, when I am not even dead yet. I hope that you never have to read this letter, but James, if you are; I want you to know I was proud of what I died for. You're father and I were part of an organization, working against Lord Voldemort. One of his spied has probably spilled the beans about our whereabouts, and so he came to murder us. James I am hoping that he never murdered you or Emily. If not, please take care of your little sister she is too young to understand what has happened. James, promise you will not go looking for Voldemort, he is a terrible man, and promise me you will stay strong and proud of your parents. Promise me, that you will graduate from Hogwarts and become the great wizard I know you are. Promise me you'll remember that even though I am not around anymore, I will always be with you, in your heart, and you will never be without a mother.
Well I am running out of things to say, which is odd, because there are so many things I bet I'll want to say once I am gone. James you know I love you very much. Please don't forget me.
All my love,
Your mother,
Jody Potter
James look up tears smarting in his eyes. His mother - part of a organization - dead? His beautiful wonderful mother? He coughed out a sob, not wanting to wake Peter.
He sighed unrolling the other piece of parchment with shaking hands.
Son,
James, when you were born, I was the proudest wizard that ever walked the earth. I was married to a beautiful witch, and now I had this amazing little bundle of joy. I'm not sure why we called you James, but your mother and I were very proud of our first child. We were in and out of St. Mungos more times than you'd believe. Every scratch, things that even simple magic could cure were life threatening to us. I remember when I bought you your first broom, and you raced around with me. I taught you Quidditch. I hope you join the British team son, your very talented. I am so proud of the man that you've become. I hope that everything that your mother and I have taught you stays with you and you pass it on to your children. I am sorry that I died son, at a time when you might have needed me the most. Your mother and I joined the Organization Against The Dark Lord a few years back. We didn't want to trouble you with the information. We knew we might die, but it is a just cause. Hopefully our deaths save others. I will miss you, and I hope you will miss me, but I will always be there when you need me. I love you more than anything. I hope you know that. Enclosed are the deeds to our house and our wills okay? The key to our vault in Gringotts is there also. Use it well,
All my love,
Your father,
Paul Potter
James brought the letter to his face, and cried into the fading parchment. A loud bang erupted from downstairs. Commotion filled the hallway.
"Moony?" Sirius called out. A door opened a closed, as James cried silently. James heard muffled voices. The door opened and closed again. His door opened and light was thrown into the room. The narrow strip grew on his bed.
"James?" Remus asked attentively. The light fell on James. He was sitting on his bed, clutching a piece of parchment. His eyes were red, and he looked up at the door sadly. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly. He cleared his throat.
"James, buddy, its okay man, don't be afraid to cry," Sirius said stepping in the door, leaning against the wall for support. Peter let out a loud snort.
"Dumbledore wrote to us mate," Remus whispered, stepping over Peter, making his way to the bed. He sat down. He placed a hand on James's shoulder, who winced at his touch. Sirius advanced to the bed as well.
"Come on James, we've been through tuff stuff before!" he said brightly sitting down.
James smiled weakly, but his smile broke and his lip trembled.
"James," the two friends said together. He pulled them suddenly towards him and burst out sobbing loudly into their shirts. He went on like this, crying wildly for quite some time.
"Emily?" James choked out. He looked up at Sirius's grave face. Sirius shook his head.
James whole body shook,
"I'm alone!" he yelled.
"We are here, James we promise to be here for you," Remus said firmly, hugging James. But he pushed him away.
"I don't want you, I want my family!" James cried out desperately.
"I just want my family," he cried, the tears falling once more. He howled in despair. Somebody entered the room, causing a shadow to cast across James's damp face.
"Lily?" James asked standing up wiping his tears once more.
"James, I am sor-" she began.
"You bitch!" he screamed. Lily stepped back, thinking back to the third year.
"You told me they were going to die, you envisioned it, and it's your entire fault!" He yelled at her.
"James, I didn't mea-"
"Get out of here!" He roared, "How dare you come in here, you murderer!"
"James," Remus cried, pulling his friend back down, "Calm down, I know you're really upset, but Lily didn't murder anyone,"
"James, I didn't ask to see what I saw,"
"And I didn't ask.." he trailed off into a sob, "I didn't ask to lose my family,"
"James," Lily whispered stepping closer,
"Don't come near me, I want to be alone, please leave me alone, all of you." He said darkly looking out the window.
"James?" Sirius asked.
"Just leave Sirius, Please."
She let out an agonized sob, clutching onto the blanket between them.
"Oh Sirius," she sniffed.
The realization hit Sirius and he swallowed the deep emotions that had filled his throat. He let his head fall into his hands,
"Do you know why?" he whispered at last. He looked up at Lily sitting there across from him. The blanket was pulled up around her, and she bit her lip, her red hair sticking to her tear-stained fast.
She shook her head sniffing again.
"Why?" she whispered, "Why do I have this horrible Gift?"
Sirius didn't answer but thought of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. He bowed his head again, and reached out for Lily's hand.
"And James..." she let out.
"James?!" Sirius yelled.
"He's lost his family," She whispered, 'Just like me,' she thought.
"Maybe I should go back to Remus's, do you think he knows?" Sirius asked getting up off the bed and pulling his boxers back on.
An Owl fluttered in through the window and landed amongst the sheets on Lily's bed. She reached out grabbing the parchment.
Dear Lily and Sirius,
"How does he know I am here?" Sirius asked, blushing a little.
I am aware, as I know you are, that the Potters have been murdered this night. I regret to inform you that Lord Voldemort is responsible. It is very lucky that James was not home, or else he too would have perished. I cannot tell you why they were killed, but I must ask you to forget the feelings you have inside right now and pull yourself together. Please make your way to Remus Lupin's and comfort him. The letters from his parents have just been sent out and he will be learning of their deaths shortly. The Potters were my friends, but unfortunately they won't be the only ones who will die at the hands of Voldemort. Please go and be with James, and Lily, please help him, by whatever means necessary. I am apologize to both of you, Sirius, I know that they were like parents to you, but you must be strong for James, and Lily I am sorry you had to envision this, if I could have prevented their deaths I would have, they were wonderful people.
My apologies,
Albus Dumbledore
"Letters from his parents?" Sirius asked out loud, zipping up his jeans.
"Whatever means necessary?" Lily questioned.
Sirius tossed her her shirt.
"Do you think they knew they were going to die?" Sirius asked softly.
"No, well at least it appeared they didn't know," Lily told him, closing her eyes at the memory.
The pair got dressed, and threw cloaks on over the clothes. It was 4 am. Sirius grabbed Lily's hand as they made their way out of her room.
Something pecked at James's face. He growled in his sleep and rolled over.
"Whooo!"
James groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. It was still dark. Peter was snoring softly on the floor where he lay. An owl's beady eyes stared at James through the darkness. Who would be sending him something this late? Or was it early? He shook his head and untied two rolls of parchment from the owl's leg.
James looked quizzically at the owl and then opened one of the letters. His mother's neat handwriting lay before him.
Dearest James,
If you receive this letter it means that I have passed.
'Passed?' James thought breathing a little bit faster.
I wanted you to know that you're father and I am very proud of you. What a man you have become. I wish for you to have a good life, like mine was. I want you to meet the right woman, and get married at have children. Children are life's greatest gift James, and you were mine. You know it is hard sitting here writing out my death letter, when I am not even dead yet. I hope that you never have to read this letter, but James, if you are; I want you to know I was proud of what I died for. You're father and I were part of an organization, working against Lord Voldemort. One of his spied has probably spilled the beans about our whereabouts, and so he came to murder us. James I am hoping that he never murdered you or Emily. If not, please take care of your little sister she is too young to understand what has happened. James, promise you will not go looking for Voldemort, he is a terrible man, and promise me you will stay strong and proud of your parents. Promise me, that you will graduate from Hogwarts and become the great wizard I know you are. Promise me you'll remember that even though I am not around anymore, I will always be with you, in your heart, and you will never be without a mother.
Well I am running out of things to say, which is odd, because there are so many things I bet I'll want to say once I am gone. James you know I love you very much. Please don't forget me.
All my love,
Your mother,
Jody Potter
James look up tears smarting in his eyes. His mother - part of a organization - dead? His beautiful wonderful mother? He coughed out a sob, not wanting to wake Peter.
He sighed unrolling the other piece of parchment with shaking hands.
Son,
James, when you were born, I was the proudest wizard that ever walked the earth. I was married to a beautiful witch, and now I had this amazing little bundle of joy. I'm not sure why we called you James, but your mother and I were very proud of our first child. We were in and out of St. Mungos more times than you'd believe. Every scratch, things that even simple magic could cure were life threatening to us. I remember when I bought you your first broom, and you raced around with me. I taught you Quidditch. I hope you join the British team son, your very talented. I am so proud of the man that you've become. I hope that everything that your mother and I have taught you stays with you and you pass it on to your children. I am sorry that I died son, at a time when you might have needed me the most. Your mother and I joined the Organization Against The Dark Lord a few years back. We didn't want to trouble you with the information. We knew we might die, but it is a just cause. Hopefully our deaths save others. I will miss you, and I hope you will miss me, but I will always be there when you need me. I love you more than anything. I hope you know that. Enclosed are the deeds to our house and our wills okay? The key to our vault in Gringotts is there also. Use it well,
All my love,
Your father,
Paul Potter
James brought the letter to his face, and cried into the fading parchment. A loud bang erupted from downstairs. Commotion filled the hallway.
"Moony?" Sirius called out. A door opened a closed, as James cried silently. James heard muffled voices. The door opened and closed again. His door opened and light was thrown into the room. The narrow strip grew on his bed.
"James?" Remus asked attentively. The light fell on James. He was sitting on his bed, clutching a piece of parchment. His eyes were red, and he looked up at the door sadly. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly. He cleared his throat.
"James, buddy, its okay man, don't be afraid to cry," Sirius said stepping in the door, leaning against the wall for support. Peter let out a loud snort.
"Dumbledore wrote to us mate," Remus whispered, stepping over Peter, making his way to the bed. He sat down. He placed a hand on James's shoulder, who winced at his touch. Sirius advanced to the bed as well.
"Come on James, we've been through tuff stuff before!" he said brightly sitting down.
James smiled weakly, but his smile broke and his lip trembled.
"James," the two friends said together. He pulled them suddenly towards him and burst out sobbing loudly into their shirts. He went on like this, crying wildly for quite some time.
"Emily?" James choked out. He looked up at Sirius's grave face. Sirius shook his head.
James whole body shook,
"I'm alone!" he yelled.
"We are here, James we promise to be here for you," Remus said firmly, hugging James. But he pushed him away.
"I don't want you, I want my family!" James cried out desperately.
"I just want my family," he cried, the tears falling once more. He howled in despair. Somebody entered the room, causing a shadow to cast across James's damp face.
"Lily?" James asked standing up wiping his tears once more.
"James, I am sor-" she began.
"You bitch!" he screamed. Lily stepped back, thinking back to the third year.
"You told me they were going to die, you envisioned it, and it's your entire fault!" He yelled at her.
"James, I didn't mea-"
"Get out of here!" He roared, "How dare you come in here, you murderer!"
"James," Remus cried, pulling his friend back down, "Calm down, I know you're really upset, but Lily didn't murder anyone,"
"James, I didn't ask to see what I saw,"
"And I didn't ask.." he trailed off into a sob, "I didn't ask to lose my family,"
"James," Lily whispered stepping closer,
"Don't come near me, I want to be alone, please leave me alone, all of you." He said darkly looking out the window.
"James?" Sirius asked.
"Just leave Sirius, Please."