THE AZKABAN REDEMPTION
CHAPTER ONE
Halloween, 1981
The house was invisible to all but a select few. This house belonged to the family of James Potter. James Potter was still young, twenty-seven to be exact, and sported a pair of glasses. He was below the average weight for his age group, had hazel colored eyes and untidy, brown hair. He was lying on the couch in his living room, gently stroking the red hair that belonged to his wife, Lily. Lily was a beautiful young woman and was the same age as James. She had bright green eyes that had made many a boy at Hogwarts fall for her. She had pale, soft skin and smelled of the most fragrant of flowers.
Their baby boy, Harry, was sleeping in the crib next to the couch that James and Lily were occupying. James, who had been staring out into space, looked down at his wife who's head was resting on his chest. He smiled and gave a heavy sigh before saying, "I hate being locked up in this house."
Lily sighed and turned her head upwards to look into her husband's weary eyes. "I'd have thought that you would've realized by now the positives that go along with this isolation." She blinked and then continued, "It's for the best, if you're right about who the spy is then we should have no problems whatsoever."
James looked away from his wife, he didn't like the feeling that was churning away at his stomach. Was it fear that he felt? It felt strange, a feeling that he had felt only once. He was now alert and listening intently for some sign of movement outside. The silence was only broken by the occasional creak of wood.
"What," Lily said, "What is it?"
James gently picked Lily up from his chest, without answering her, and got up quickly from the couch. He walked over to the window that faced looked out into the front lawn and into the nearby street. He opened the window and was shocked at what he heard. That was the problem, there was nothing to hear. None of the nocturnal creatures were making any sort of sounds. There were no owls hooting, no crickets playing their violin-like legs, and there were no frogs croaking. There was just silence.
"Lily," James began, not taking his eyes off of the front lawn, "Wake Harry up and--
But he did not finish, for a cloaked figure in black robes had just appeared out of thin air. It was moving toward his house, the figure looking more and more sinister as it came closer to him. He did not need think twice, he knew who it was. The one wizard that he did not want to ever see again, Voldemort.
"LILY," James shouted as loud as his vocal cords would allow, "GET HARRY!"
"Why," she called from the living room, "What's going on?"
"LILY HE'S HERE, GET HARRY! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF! TAKE HARRY AND GO! JUST GO!
Lily did not need telling twice. As quickly as she could, she scrambled to where Harry was sleeping and picked him up. He woke up and said cheerfully, "Mummy." They were out of the living room and were about to head up the stairs when Lily turned to James.
"James," she said, fear in her voice, "What are you going to do?"
"I AM GOING TO HOLD HIM OFF," he yelled, taking his wand out, "JUST GET HARRY OUT OF THE HOUSE! TAKE HIM ANYWHERE BUT HERE!"
"But--
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME JUST GO!"
With one last look at James she began her retreat up the stairs.
"Alohamora." Said a high, cold voice from outside the front door. A few moments later, the door to the house and opened, and the Dark Lord camed into the Potter residence, an evil smile etched on his face.
"They're not here," James said in a calm voice, "You have failed again."
Voldemort responded, "Liar. This is it Potter, your final minute here on Earth."
"You will not have my son," James responded coolly, "I will die before you lay a hand on him."
"Very well then," Voldemort replied evilly, "let's get it over with then, shall we?"
James raised his wand and shouted, "CRUCIO."
"Protego." Voldemort replied, wand raised.
The curse rebounded from Voldemort and hit James with full force. He was shaking violently, eyes rolled back in his head, screaming. James, weak, stood up and uttered, "Expelliramus."
The spell missed Voldemort. Voldemort, grinning from ear to ear said, "Avada Kedavra."
A jet of green light hit James. It ripped through his heart and came out his back. With one final breath, James, who had defied Voldemort three times before, fell to the ground. He was dead before hitting the ground, eyes wide open and a look of surprise etched onto his now pale face.
"JAAAMES!!!!" Lily cried from the top landing, she had seen the final moments of her husband's life. Voldemort turned his head upward to look at the now pale face of Lily. His red eyes shinning with joy at the final defeat of James Potter, he smiled evilly at Lily and began his climb up towards her.
She screamed and made her way into the nursery. She had to reach the fire place before Voldemort entered the room. James was dead and now she had to try to saver herself and Harry. She closed the door before Voldemort had reached the top most step and locked it. She made her way over to the fire palce, Harry clutched tightly to her chest.
Before she could pick up the powder, however, the door to the room was launched from its hinges and slammed into the back of Lily. She toppled to the ground, and somehow was able to get Harry ontop of her before hitting the hard floor. Voldemort was walking slowly towards her, triumph etched on every inch of his snake- like face.
"Stand aside girl." He said.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T KILL HARRY! PLEASE!
"Move away girl." He said.
"HE'S ONLY A YEAR OLD, PLEASE HAVE MERCY!
"This is your last chance."
"PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM! K-KILL ME INSTEAD!"
"Fine," he said, "We'll do this the hard way."
He pointed his wand at Lily's heart and shouted. "Avada Kedavra."
The green light of the spell passed through Lily. Surprise etched on her face, she toppled to the ground. Her green eyes wide open, her features pale. Voldemort laughed again and, pointing his wand at the baby Harry, shouted the words again, "AVADA KEDAVRA."
A falsh of green light covered the entire house hold, and, a few moments later, the glass of the windows exploded outward, and a huge explosion of smoke and flame shot sky high. The Potter House was no more.
Sixty miles away, a man awoke from his cat nap. He had jet black hair and black eyes. He was pale and looking afraid and worried. He was Sirius Black.
CHAPTER ONE
Halloween, 1981
The house was invisible to all but a select few. This house belonged to the family of James Potter. James Potter was still young, twenty-seven to be exact, and sported a pair of glasses. He was below the average weight for his age group, had hazel colored eyes and untidy, brown hair. He was lying on the couch in his living room, gently stroking the red hair that belonged to his wife, Lily. Lily was a beautiful young woman and was the same age as James. She had bright green eyes that had made many a boy at Hogwarts fall for her. She had pale, soft skin and smelled of the most fragrant of flowers.
Their baby boy, Harry, was sleeping in the crib next to the couch that James and Lily were occupying. James, who had been staring out into space, looked down at his wife who's head was resting on his chest. He smiled and gave a heavy sigh before saying, "I hate being locked up in this house."
Lily sighed and turned her head upwards to look into her husband's weary eyes. "I'd have thought that you would've realized by now the positives that go along with this isolation." She blinked and then continued, "It's for the best, if you're right about who the spy is then we should have no problems whatsoever."
James looked away from his wife, he didn't like the feeling that was churning away at his stomach. Was it fear that he felt? It felt strange, a feeling that he had felt only once. He was now alert and listening intently for some sign of movement outside. The silence was only broken by the occasional creak of wood.
"What," Lily said, "What is it?"
James gently picked Lily up from his chest, without answering her, and got up quickly from the couch. He walked over to the window that faced looked out into the front lawn and into the nearby street. He opened the window and was shocked at what he heard. That was the problem, there was nothing to hear. None of the nocturnal creatures were making any sort of sounds. There were no owls hooting, no crickets playing their violin-like legs, and there were no frogs croaking. There was just silence.
"Lily," James began, not taking his eyes off of the front lawn, "Wake Harry up and--
But he did not finish, for a cloaked figure in black robes had just appeared out of thin air. It was moving toward his house, the figure looking more and more sinister as it came closer to him. He did not need think twice, he knew who it was. The one wizard that he did not want to ever see again, Voldemort.
"LILY," James shouted as loud as his vocal cords would allow, "GET HARRY!"
"Why," she called from the living room, "What's going on?"
"LILY HE'S HERE, GET HARRY! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF! TAKE HARRY AND GO! JUST GO!
Lily did not need telling twice. As quickly as she could, she scrambled to where Harry was sleeping and picked him up. He woke up and said cheerfully, "Mummy." They were out of the living room and were about to head up the stairs when Lily turned to James.
"James," she said, fear in her voice, "What are you going to do?"
"I AM GOING TO HOLD HIM OFF," he yelled, taking his wand out, "JUST GET HARRY OUT OF THE HOUSE! TAKE HIM ANYWHERE BUT HERE!"
"But--
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME JUST GO!"
With one last look at James she began her retreat up the stairs.
"Alohamora." Said a high, cold voice from outside the front door. A few moments later, the door to the house and opened, and the Dark Lord camed into the Potter residence, an evil smile etched on his face.
"They're not here," James said in a calm voice, "You have failed again."
Voldemort responded, "Liar. This is it Potter, your final minute here on Earth."
"You will not have my son," James responded coolly, "I will die before you lay a hand on him."
"Very well then," Voldemort replied evilly, "let's get it over with then, shall we?"
James raised his wand and shouted, "CRUCIO."
"Protego." Voldemort replied, wand raised.
The curse rebounded from Voldemort and hit James with full force. He was shaking violently, eyes rolled back in his head, screaming. James, weak, stood up and uttered, "Expelliramus."
The spell missed Voldemort. Voldemort, grinning from ear to ear said, "Avada Kedavra."
A jet of green light hit James. It ripped through his heart and came out his back. With one final breath, James, who had defied Voldemort three times before, fell to the ground. He was dead before hitting the ground, eyes wide open and a look of surprise etched onto his now pale face.
"JAAAMES!!!!" Lily cried from the top landing, she had seen the final moments of her husband's life. Voldemort turned his head upward to look at the now pale face of Lily. His red eyes shinning with joy at the final defeat of James Potter, he smiled evilly at Lily and began his climb up towards her.
She screamed and made her way into the nursery. She had to reach the fire place before Voldemort entered the room. James was dead and now she had to try to saver herself and Harry. She closed the door before Voldemort had reached the top most step and locked it. She made her way over to the fire palce, Harry clutched tightly to her chest.
Before she could pick up the powder, however, the door to the room was launched from its hinges and slammed into the back of Lily. She toppled to the ground, and somehow was able to get Harry ontop of her before hitting the hard floor. Voldemort was walking slowly towards her, triumph etched on every inch of his snake- like face.
"Stand aside girl." He said.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T KILL HARRY! PLEASE!
"Move away girl." He said.
"HE'S ONLY A YEAR OLD, PLEASE HAVE MERCY!
"This is your last chance."
"PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM! K-KILL ME INSTEAD!"
"Fine," he said, "We'll do this the hard way."
He pointed his wand at Lily's heart and shouted. "Avada Kedavra."
The green light of the spell passed through Lily. Surprise etched on her face, she toppled to the ground. Her green eyes wide open, her features pale. Voldemort laughed again and, pointing his wand at the baby Harry, shouted the words again, "AVADA KEDAVRA."
A falsh of green light covered the entire house hold, and, a few moments later, the glass of the windows exploded outward, and a huge explosion of smoke and flame shot sky high. The Potter House was no more.
Sixty miles away, a man awoke from his cat nap. He had jet black hair and black eyes. He was pale and looking afraid and worried. He was Sirius Black.