CHAPTER TWO
WORST FEARS REALIZED
Sirius Black, the best friend of James Potter, was now wide awake. He was panting as if he had just go through running five miles non-stop. He had a very bad feeling about something. Whatever it was....he did not know. He began to worry, and he had no idea what he was worried about as well. What had he been dreaming? He knew that it had been a nightmare that had woken him up, but he could not recall the details. He did know that it was about James and Lily, but that was all he could remember about it. He rose up out of bed and with a small pain in his lower stomach, he walked into the bathroom.
His stomach alway felt like it was cramped up. A scar from a battle that had taken place three years ago. A Death Eater by the name of Miller had gave him a very powerful cruciatus curse. When this is all over, I am headed someplace where there is a beach and plenty of sun, he thought to himself. He was now in the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror abover the faucet. He looked rather sickly, and that small cat nap had been the first time that he had gone to sleep in three days. Turning the water on he took some in the palm of his hands and splashed it onto his face. You're younger than you look, a voice inside of his head told him. Yeah, you are absolutely right.
A few minutes later he was out of the shower, all cleaned up and in a new set of clothes, and walking into the kitchen he found out what the time was. 11:30, the clock had read, thirty minutes to All Saints Day. He realized at that time that he was supposed to have called on Peter an hour and a half ago. Should I just forget about it, I mean it is late, Peter's probably asleep. But the prospect of James having a message for him was too big to ignore. So, with regret, he walked out into the night and mounted his flying motorcycle. With a turn of the key he was off, soaring into the darkness that was night. Lupin would be at his house, only not as a human, but as a werewolf. Sirius wondered if Remus was all right but then realized that Lupin was the spy and with that he quit caring for Remus. He was not going to waste his time worrying about the turncoat.
About ten minutes after he had left his house, Sirius landed quietly on the front lawn of the Pettigrew House. With a jab of pain from his stomach, Sirius got off of his motorcycle and made his way to Peter's front door. Lights were on in the house hold, he must still be awake. Good. Sirius knocked on the door. He now imagined the small, chubby, round faced Peter Pettigrew to be walking toward the door. When the door opened Sirius would see the face of Peter brighten and would graciously usher Sirius inside. Peter would then tell him of the Potter's welfare, James would have given Peter a thousand messages for Sirius and he would listen to Peter tell him that James says to "becareful" and "Don't worry about us, we're fine."
The seconds went by and still Peter had not come to the door. Sirius knocked again, only this time the door slowly creaked open. Sirius, being an impatient man, did not wait to be invited in, he just simply walked into the house and began searching for Peter. Only Peter did not seem to be here.
"PETER," he shouted from the hallway, "IT'S SIRIUS, I'M HERE TO SEE YOU."
Still there was no reply. Becoming annoyed, Sirius began searching the house for Peter. He checked the bathroom, no one in there. The kitchen, nothing. The Living Room, no one in there. He then checked the two bedrooms, no one in those either. Finally he checked the Study and still no Peter. Sirius was now more worried than he was angry or annoyed.
"Where is he?" He said aloud to himself. There are no signs of struggle, so Voldemort hadn't got to him, had he?
With one last scan of the house, Sirius walked back to where his motorcycle was parked and flew off into the night. He did not know the exact location of the Potter's but he had pretty good idea. A few minutes later he landed in Godric's Hollow and, getting off of his bike, he began to search for some clue as to where the house was. He did not have to search for long. For within a few minutes his worst fears were realized. He now saw the house of his best friend in ruins. His heart went from his chest to his stomach in nothing flat. He grew pale and, looking up into the sky, took some hope in the fact that the Dark Mark was not hovering above the house.
Sirius ran into the wreckage of the Potter House and began shifting through the rubble in the hopes of finding some signs of life. He made his way toward the stairs, or what he thought to be the stairs. He looked down to what had been the foot of the stairs and seeing the sight that layed before him the little color that was left on his face drained out. He saw the face of his best friend, James. But this face was not alive and energetic, it was pale and surprised. He began to shake, but found the strength to remove the last remaining rubble piled ontop of James before completely losing it. He fell upon his knees took the body of James and held it up to his chest.
"No..." Sirius said weakly, "Nooo..."
He looked into the eyes of James Potter, hoping to find any sort of life in them, but there was nothing. James was dead. Sirius, just began to cry softly at first, but as the images of their childhood began to fly through his brain, emotion began to overtake him. With a howl that sounded like a dog crying out with sadness, Sirius Black gave into the largest show of emotion that he had ever had. He cried histerically, all the while keeping the lifeless body of his fallen friend close to his chest.
"JAMES!! J-AMES!!!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT, IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!" He cried loudly, still weeping as though the entire Atlantic Ocean was falling from his eyes.
"I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SMARTER JAMES, I-I-IF I H-HAD B-BEEN Y-YOU M-M- MIGHT STILL B-B-BE ALIVE!!!!!"
"Sirius." A loud, but soothing voice said from behind him.
Sirius slowly looked up and saw Hagrid, his bushy beard streaming with tears at the sight of the carnage.
"I'm so s'orry, Sirius." Hagrid said again, his face now covered with tears.
Sirius looked back to the dead body of James, with a shaking hand, Sirius closed the eyes of his friend. He looked away and got up, setting James's head gently down onto the ground. He looked up to Hagrid and noticed a bundle of blankets that Hagrid had clutched in his hands. But before he could get a better look at what Hagrid was holding he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Turning to face the object, his heart dropped again as he saw the lifeless body of Lily lying down upon the ground. But what of Harry?
"H-Hagrid," he said, the tears beginning to come back, "where's Harry?
"Hmm," Hagrid said, half hearing the sentence that Sirius had uttered, but then answered, "I've got 'em 'ere in me 'ands." The Giant said, "He's still alive. But Sirius," The giant began again, this time a hint of joy in his voice, "You-Know-'Oos dead. Little 'Arry killed 'em."
"WHAT!" Sirius shouted, he couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Hagrid said, "lookie here."
Sirius turned to face Hagrid and Hagrid motioned for Sirius to take the bundle of blankets. Sirius did so and when he did, he came face to face with the baby version of James. This was his godson. This was his son now, and, giving the baby Harry a look over, he noticed now that this baby was James reborn. He looked exactly like James in almost every way. But he knew that when Harry would open his eyes he would not have hazel colored eyes, but green eyes, Lily's eyes.
"Let me take him home with me Hagrid." Sirius said, "He's my son now."
"I'm 'fraid I can't let you do tha', Sirius." Hagrid replied sadly.
"Why not?" Sirius replied, a note of anger hinted in his voice.
"Dumbledore's orders, the boy is to go ter live with his aunt an' uncle."
"Please, Hagrid, I must have Harry, I swore to James that if anything happened--
"I know tha' Sirius, but orders are orders."
"Fine. Take him."
He gave Harry back to Hagrid, but reluctantly did so.
"Take my bike." Sirius said shortly.
"But Sirius, tha' bike mean a lot ter ya', you don't wan' me ter--
"I said take it," Sirius shot, "I won't need it anymore."
Sighing, Hagrid took the keys to the motorcycle and made his way over to where it was parked. With one last look at Sirius, Hagrid sped away toward wherever Harry's relatives were located. As soon as Hagrid was gone, a wave of fury came over Sirius. He was gritting his teeth, his eyes were becoming focused on some far off object.
"PETTIGREW," he yelled as loud as he could, "YOU BASTARD!!!"
He took his wand out, and did not notice that sparks were issuing from its tip. He was furious, pissed, beyond sane. Peter had betrayed them all, and Sirius had not seen this coming. He was stupid not to suspect Peter, why had he suspected Remus? He gave out a yell for all the world to hear. Before the sunset tommorow, Peter would be dead. Peter would be in hell before tommorow night, he, Sirius Black, would make sure of that.
They would accuse him, it was no secret that he had been the Potter's original secret-keeper. So, when the wizarding world woke up in the morning to find that the war was over, but the Potters were dead, they would begin a massive man hunt. Not for Peter Pettigrew, no, they would be looking for Sirius Black. With one last look at the bodies of Lily and James, Sirius walked into the darkness of the night, Sirius Black was walking toward his destiny, and nothing would stop him, he would make sure of that.
WORST FEARS REALIZED
Sirius Black, the best friend of James Potter, was now wide awake. He was panting as if he had just go through running five miles non-stop. He had a very bad feeling about something. Whatever it was....he did not know. He began to worry, and he had no idea what he was worried about as well. What had he been dreaming? He knew that it had been a nightmare that had woken him up, but he could not recall the details. He did know that it was about James and Lily, but that was all he could remember about it. He rose up out of bed and with a small pain in his lower stomach, he walked into the bathroom.
His stomach alway felt like it was cramped up. A scar from a battle that had taken place three years ago. A Death Eater by the name of Miller had gave him a very powerful cruciatus curse. When this is all over, I am headed someplace where there is a beach and plenty of sun, he thought to himself. He was now in the bathroom and looking at himself in the mirror abover the faucet. He looked rather sickly, and that small cat nap had been the first time that he had gone to sleep in three days. Turning the water on he took some in the palm of his hands and splashed it onto his face. You're younger than you look, a voice inside of his head told him. Yeah, you are absolutely right.
A few minutes later he was out of the shower, all cleaned up and in a new set of clothes, and walking into the kitchen he found out what the time was. 11:30, the clock had read, thirty minutes to All Saints Day. He realized at that time that he was supposed to have called on Peter an hour and a half ago. Should I just forget about it, I mean it is late, Peter's probably asleep. But the prospect of James having a message for him was too big to ignore. So, with regret, he walked out into the night and mounted his flying motorcycle. With a turn of the key he was off, soaring into the darkness that was night. Lupin would be at his house, only not as a human, but as a werewolf. Sirius wondered if Remus was all right but then realized that Lupin was the spy and with that he quit caring for Remus. He was not going to waste his time worrying about the turncoat.
About ten minutes after he had left his house, Sirius landed quietly on the front lawn of the Pettigrew House. With a jab of pain from his stomach, Sirius got off of his motorcycle and made his way to Peter's front door. Lights were on in the house hold, he must still be awake. Good. Sirius knocked on the door. He now imagined the small, chubby, round faced Peter Pettigrew to be walking toward the door. When the door opened Sirius would see the face of Peter brighten and would graciously usher Sirius inside. Peter would then tell him of the Potter's welfare, James would have given Peter a thousand messages for Sirius and he would listen to Peter tell him that James says to "becareful" and "Don't worry about us, we're fine."
The seconds went by and still Peter had not come to the door. Sirius knocked again, only this time the door slowly creaked open. Sirius, being an impatient man, did not wait to be invited in, he just simply walked into the house and began searching for Peter. Only Peter did not seem to be here.
"PETER," he shouted from the hallway, "IT'S SIRIUS, I'M HERE TO SEE YOU."
Still there was no reply. Becoming annoyed, Sirius began searching the house for Peter. He checked the bathroom, no one in there. The kitchen, nothing. The Living Room, no one in there. He then checked the two bedrooms, no one in those either. Finally he checked the Study and still no Peter. Sirius was now more worried than he was angry or annoyed.
"Where is he?" He said aloud to himself. There are no signs of struggle, so Voldemort hadn't got to him, had he?
With one last scan of the house, Sirius walked back to where his motorcycle was parked and flew off into the night. He did not know the exact location of the Potter's but he had pretty good idea. A few minutes later he landed in Godric's Hollow and, getting off of his bike, he began to search for some clue as to where the house was. He did not have to search for long. For within a few minutes his worst fears were realized. He now saw the house of his best friend in ruins. His heart went from his chest to his stomach in nothing flat. He grew pale and, looking up into the sky, took some hope in the fact that the Dark Mark was not hovering above the house.
Sirius ran into the wreckage of the Potter House and began shifting through the rubble in the hopes of finding some signs of life. He made his way toward the stairs, or what he thought to be the stairs. He looked down to what had been the foot of the stairs and seeing the sight that layed before him the little color that was left on his face drained out. He saw the face of his best friend, James. But this face was not alive and energetic, it was pale and surprised. He began to shake, but found the strength to remove the last remaining rubble piled ontop of James before completely losing it. He fell upon his knees took the body of James and held it up to his chest.
"No..." Sirius said weakly, "Nooo..."
He looked into the eyes of James Potter, hoping to find any sort of life in them, but there was nothing. James was dead. Sirius, just began to cry softly at first, but as the images of their childhood began to fly through his brain, emotion began to overtake him. With a howl that sounded like a dog crying out with sadness, Sirius Black gave into the largest show of emotion that he had ever had. He cried histerically, all the while keeping the lifeless body of his fallen friend close to his chest.
"JAMES!! J-AMES!!!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT, IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!" He cried loudly, still weeping as though the entire Atlantic Ocean was falling from his eyes.
"I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SMARTER JAMES, I-I-IF I H-HAD B-BEEN Y-YOU M-M- MIGHT STILL B-B-BE ALIVE!!!!!"
"Sirius." A loud, but soothing voice said from behind him.
Sirius slowly looked up and saw Hagrid, his bushy beard streaming with tears at the sight of the carnage.
"I'm so s'orry, Sirius." Hagrid said again, his face now covered with tears.
Sirius looked back to the dead body of James, with a shaking hand, Sirius closed the eyes of his friend. He looked away and got up, setting James's head gently down onto the ground. He looked up to Hagrid and noticed a bundle of blankets that Hagrid had clutched in his hands. But before he could get a better look at what Hagrid was holding he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Turning to face the object, his heart dropped again as he saw the lifeless body of Lily lying down upon the ground. But what of Harry?
"H-Hagrid," he said, the tears beginning to come back, "where's Harry?
"Hmm," Hagrid said, half hearing the sentence that Sirius had uttered, but then answered, "I've got 'em 'ere in me 'ands." The Giant said, "He's still alive. But Sirius," The giant began again, this time a hint of joy in his voice, "You-Know-'Oos dead. Little 'Arry killed 'em."
"WHAT!" Sirius shouted, he couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Hagrid said, "lookie here."
Sirius turned to face Hagrid and Hagrid motioned for Sirius to take the bundle of blankets. Sirius did so and when he did, he came face to face with the baby version of James. This was his godson. This was his son now, and, giving the baby Harry a look over, he noticed now that this baby was James reborn. He looked exactly like James in almost every way. But he knew that when Harry would open his eyes he would not have hazel colored eyes, but green eyes, Lily's eyes.
"Let me take him home with me Hagrid." Sirius said, "He's my son now."
"I'm 'fraid I can't let you do tha', Sirius." Hagrid replied sadly.
"Why not?" Sirius replied, a note of anger hinted in his voice.
"Dumbledore's orders, the boy is to go ter live with his aunt an' uncle."
"Please, Hagrid, I must have Harry, I swore to James that if anything happened--
"I know tha' Sirius, but orders are orders."
"Fine. Take him."
He gave Harry back to Hagrid, but reluctantly did so.
"Take my bike." Sirius said shortly.
"But Sirius, tha' bike mean a lot ter ya', you don't wan' me ter--
"I said take it," Sirius shot, "I won't need it anymore."
Sighing, Hagrid took the keys to the motorcycle and made his way over to where it was parked. With one last look at Sirius, Hagrid sped away toward wherever Harry's relatives were located. As soon as Hagrid was gone, a wave of fury came over Sirius. He was gritting his teeth, his eyes were becoming focused on some far off object.
"PETTIGREW," he yelled as loud as he could, "YOU BASTARD!!!"
He took his wand out, and did not notice that sparks were issuing from its tip. He was furious, pissed, beyond sane. Peter had betrayed them all, and Sirius had not seen this coming. He was stupid not to suspect Peter, why had he suspected Remus? He gave out a yell for all the world to hear. Before the sunset tommorow, Peter would be dead. Peter would be in hell before tommorow night, he, Sirius Black, would make sure of that.
They would accuse him, it was no secret that he had been the Potter's original secret-keeper. So, when the wizarding world woke up in the morning to find that the war was over, but the Potters were dead, they would begin a massive man hunt. Not for Peter Pettigrew, no, they would be looking for Sirius Black. With one last look at the bodies of Lily and James, Sirius walked into the darkness of the night, Sirius Black was walking toward his destiny, and nothing would stop him, he would make sure of that.