And with that they where off again!
"This is Halloween 1981. Harry is one year old." And with that they watched there best friend or in James's sake self, be killed.
When it was all over they heard the faint noise of crying. They ran upstairs and looked over to see a small bundle of blankets. They soon were also hearing the sound of the front door smash open and closed, the sound of sobs, and the sound of footsteps running up the stairs.
The marauders looked over to the stairs, where an older looking Sirius was standing with tears running down his cheeks. He walked over to the small bundle and picked it up.
"Ssh. harry, its all right. Don't worry. Its ok. Please don't cry!" The hysterical man tried to calm the small child, while only making himself worse.
The marauders were speechless as they began to swirl again.
"Were you, Sirius Black, the secret keeper?" asked a large man with gray hair.
"No sir, I was not." Sirius stated.
"Well then who was?"
"Peter Petagrew, sir." He said looking outraged.
"Do you know where he is?"
"No sir." Said Sirius looking suddenly downcast.
"Ok, you are free of all charges."
All the marauders were able to see was Remus handing a young El to her father.
The next seen was extremely happier.
It was of El and Harry at the age of five. They were playing on their toy broomsticks in the yard. Shrieking and giggling with joy. Then they landed from their spots 3 feet above the ground and ran inside.
The marauders were curious about what the point of that scene was when they began swirling again.
This time they landed with a jolt. Looking up they saw three happy children and two happy adults. The marauders guessed that the children were eleven because of the Hogwarts letters.
"Harry, Brent, we're finally going to Hogwarts. Time to plan some big time pranks!" yelled the young El.
"YEAH!" yelled both Brent and Harry
The marauders had grins on when they heard plans for pranks, but were soon sucked into a new vision.
"This is Halloween 1981. Harry is one year old." And with that they watched there best friend or in James's sake self, be killed.
When it was all over they heard the faint noise of crying. They ran upstairs and looked over to see a small bundle of blankets. They soon were also hearing the sound of the front door smash open and closed, the sound of sobs, and the sound of footsteps running up the stairs.
The marauders looked over to the stairs, where an older looking Sirius was standing with tears running down his cheeks. He walked over to the small bundle and picked it up.
"Ssh. harry, its all right. Don't worry. Its ok. Please don't cry!" The hysterical man tried to calm the small child, while only making himself worse.
The marauders were speechless as they began to swirl again.
"Were you, Sirius Black, the secret keeper?" asked a large man with gray hair.
"No sir, I was not." Sirius stated.
"Well then who was?"
"Peter Petagrew, sir." He said looking outraged.
"Do you know where he is?"
"No sir." Said Sirius looking suddenly downcast.
"Ok, you are free of all charges."
All the marauders were able to see was Remus handing a young El to her father.
The next seen was extremely happier.
It was of El and Harry at the age of five. They were playing on their toy broomsticks in the yard. Shrieking and giggling with joy. Then they landed from their spots 3 feet above the ground and ran inside.
The marauders were curious about what the point of that scene was when they began swirling again.
This time they landed with a jolt. Looking up they saw three happy children and two happy adults. The marauders guessed that the children were eleven because of the Hogwarts letters.
"Harry, Brent, we're finally going to Hogwarts. Time to plan some big time pranks!" yelled the young El.
"YEAH!" yelled both Brent and Harry
The marauders had grins on when they heard plans for pranks, but were soon sucked into a new vision.