Disclaimer: NO I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER
A/N: Previously Peter tried to kill Harry but failed and they took him to
Azkaban.
One year later. "Sirius we want you to be Harry's godfather." Lily and James told Sirius happily. "That is, if you accept."
"Of course I will it's a pleasure. Harry, you hear that Harry? If anything happens to your parents I can take care of you." Sirius said in a baby voice to his godson.
"Thank you Sirius," Lily sighed. Just then, an owl rapped on window with its beak. James strode swiftly to the window and opened it for the brown barn owl as it anxiously flew in. James carried it towards Lily while Harry's bright green eyes shined with delight and his untidy hair stuck out of the back of his head more than usual. A wide grin spread over his face as James brought the owl closer to him. James unwrapped the parcel to find the Daily Prophet the wizard newspaper. James gave the owl five Knuts and it flew off. James stared at the Prophet, his face had a mix of terror, shock and surprise.
"What's wrong James?" Lily asked sounding worried.
"He escaped. That filthy liar. He transfigured. Little Peter got the better of us. He wants to kill our son and we have to protect him...... Hogwarts, the perfect place. Sirius send an owl at once to Dumbledore and ask him if we can stay. Lily go pack our things. I will be back. I'm going to alert Remus." James said this all very fast and nervously.
Six hours later a beautiful phoenix came through the open window carrying a letter. Dumbledore had written, Dear James, I would love for you to stay. Come as soon as possible if you like. We will have the Staff Lounge empty for you. But if you would like to stay somewhere else I will be more than happy to find another space for you.
Yours Truly
Albus Dumbledore P.S Meet me at Hogsmeade tomorrow at 3:00 pm and I will transport you to Hogwarts.
Dungeons of Mischief:
"Yes Master, I shall set out to kill him tomorrow." Wormtail squeaked happily.
"Tomorrow is too early, we shall wait a week or two then we shall kill the little boy. He can't do us any harm. How old is the boy anyway?" asked a cold drawling voice.
"He will be turning two in July Master."
"Forget the week or two part, I have the perfect plan." Voldemort said cruelly.
One year later. "Sirius we want you to be Harry's godfather." Lily and James told Sirius happily. "That is, if you accept."
"Of course I will it's a pleasure. Harry, you hear that Harry? If anything happens to your parents I can take care of you." Sirius said in a baby voice to his godson.
"Thank you Sirius," Lily sighed. Just then, an owl rapped on window with its beak. James strode swiftly to the window and opened it for the brown barn owl as it anxiously flew in. James carried it towards Lily while Harry's bright green eyes shined with delight and his untidy hair stuck out of the back of his head more than usual. A wide grin spread over his face as James brought the owl closer to him. James unwrapped the parcel to find the Daily Prophet the wizard newspaper. James gave the owl five Knuts and it flew off. James stared at the Prophet, his face had a mix of terror, shock and surprise.
"What's wrong James?" Lily asked sounding worried.
"He escaped. That filthy liar. He transfigured. Little Peter got the better of us. He wants to kill our son and we have to protect him...... Hogwarts, the perfect place. Sirius send an owl at once to Dumbledore and ask him if we can stay. Lily go pack our things. I will be back. I'm going to alert Remus." James said this all very fast and nervously.
Six hours later a beautiful phoenix came through the open window carrying a letter. Dumbledore had written, Dear James, I would love for you to stay. Come as soon as possible if you like. We will have the Staff Lounge empty for you. But if you would like to stay somewhere else I will be more than happy to find another space for you.
Yours Truly
Albus Dumbledore P.S Meet me at Hogsmeade tomorrow at 3:00 pm and I will transport you to Hogwarts.
Dungeons of Mischief:
"Yes Master, I shall set out to kill him tomorrow." Wormtail squeaked happily.
"Tomorrow is too early, we shall wait a week or two then we shall kill the little boy. He can't do us any harm. How old is the boy anyway?" asked a cold drawling voice.
"He will be turning two in July Master."
"Forget the week or two part, I have the perfect plan." Voldemort said cruelly.