Forever's a long time to wait
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I AM NOT J K ROWLING.
Ok, I've finally started this story. I've been meaning to do it for ages. Please review, no flames though. If you want to insult someone go shout at the mirror. Anyway, here it is.
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Chapter 1
Sirius Black stood in the hall of the empty house, heart racing. The wind howled through the open door scattering paper in every direction.
"Peter?" He called again.
Again no answer. Sirius' mind was racing. What the hell was Peter playing at? Why had he left? Or had he been forced...
Even as his brain provided this thought he knew it wasn't true and he felt the blood drain out of his face as he turned and bolted out of the door into the stormy night.
"My Lord?"
The tall figure did not turn around yet Peter knew he had to continue.
"My Lord. I..." He trembled, stumbling over his words, "It's the Potters..." Again he trailed off but this time it was because the figure had turned to face him, face shadowed underneath a jet black hood.
Peter fought the urge to run. This 'man', if that's what he was, emanated evil like Rita Skeeter invented stories.
"The Potters..?" The man repeated in a low voice.
Peter swallowed. "I know where they are... and I can take you to them."
The wind rippled through Sirius' hair as he sped through the air on his motorbike. It wasn't dark yet but Sirius didn't care, nothing mattered anymore, except that he got to Godrics Hollow before Peter did.
The tiny bundle in Hagrid's arms wriggled, trying to throw off the blanket. Hagrid smiled sadly down at him, tears still rolling down his face into his wild tangled beard.
A thunderous roar came from the right. Hagrid looked up. It was Sirius. 'Poor guy' thought Hagrid. Sirius' face was a whiter than a sheet of paper. It looked gaunt, as though an invisible force was torturing him from the inside. Silent tears trickled down his face as he gazed unseeingly at the broken house, then lowered his eyes.
"They're dead. I can't believe it." He said thickly, voice breaking.
"Not all" Said Hagrid quietly.
Sirius looked up startled.
"What..?"
Hagrid nodded down at the bundle. " Got littl' 'Arry out. Takin' 'im to Dumbledore now."
"What? No! Why? What does want Dumbledore him for?"
"'Arry's got to 'ave a family, Sirius. Dumbledore's takin' 'im to live with 'is Aunt an' Uncle."
"But, but they're Muggles! He's a wizard Hagrid! They won't have anything do with him. He'll end up in a orphanage!'
"Dumbledore reckons it's the safest place for 'im..."
"No Hagrid! Give him to me. I'm his Godfather, I'll look after him. He's my responsibility."
"Sirius" Said Hagrid softly, "Dumbledore knows what's best for..."
"I don't give a damn what Dumbledore says" Sirius yelled, "James and Lily entrusted him to me! I'm not leaving him!"
"Sirius! Calm down! An' don't you dare crit'ize Dumbledore, 'e's a good man an'" Hagrid stopped. "Sirius, I 'ave to take 'im..."
"I know. It's just." He looked at the house. "He was my best friend Hagrid. My best..." He shook his head. "Look, take my motorbike. You'll get there quicker."
"What? No! It's yours, you love it..."
"Hagrid! Take it!" Shouted Sirius, then more quietly he added, "It's not as if I'll be needing it anymore"
Hagrid hesitated, then said "Thanks", as Sirius held out the keys. "Look, it'll be alright, you'll see. 'E's gone now..."
But Sirius was already walking away, shoulders hunched and hands jammed forcefully in pockets.
"Look, it'll be alright, you'll see. 'E's gone now..."
Sirius barely even heard. What did it matter who had gone? The only person who was gone in his mind was James. He couldn't believe it, in fact the only thing that was making him believe it was the gaping chasm inside him that was the hole where James had been.
Don't worry mate. I will avenge your death. Wormtail's not gonna get away with this. I never let him forget it. Never.
And Sirius walked away, tears still glistening on his face but his eyes were dry now. Now was not the time to cry. Now was the time to fight. Now he had time to kill. And that was precisely what he was going to do.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I AM NOT J K ROWLING.
Ok, I've finally started this story. I've been meaning to do it for ages. Please review, no flames though. If you want to insult someone go shout at the mirror. Anyway, here it is.
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Chapter 1
Sirius Black stood in the hall of the empty house, heart racing. The wind howled through the open door scattering paper in every direction.
"Peter?" He called again.
Again no answer. Sirius' mind was racing. What the hell was Peter playing at? Why had he left? Or had he been forced...
Even as his brain provided this thought he knew it wasn't true and he felt the blood drain out of his face as he turned and bolted out of the door into the stormy night.
"My Lord?"
The tall figure did not turn around yet Peter knew he had to continue.
"My Lord. I..." He trembled, stumbling over his words, "It's the Potters..." Again he trailed off but this time it was because the figure had turned to face him, face shadowed underneath a jet black hood.
Peter fought the urge to run. This 'man', if that's what he was, emanated evil like Rita Skeeter invented stories.
"The Potters..?" The man repeated in a low voice.
Peter swallowed. "I know where they are... and I can take you to them."
The wind rippled through Sirius' hair as he sped through the air on his motorbike. It wasn't dark yet but Sirius didn't care, nothing mattered anymore, except that he got to Godrics Hollow before Peter did.
The tiny bundle in Hagrid's arms wriggled, trying to throw off the blanket. Hagrid smiled sadly down at him, tears still rolling down his face into his wild tangled beard.
A thunderous roar came from the right. Hagrid looked up. It was Sirius. 'Poor guy' thought Hagrid. Sirius' face was a whiter than a sheet of paper. It looked gaunt, as though an invisible force was torturing him from the inside. Silent tears trickled down his face as he gazed unseeingly at the broken house, then lowered his eyes.
"They're dead. I can't believe it." He said thickly, voice breaking.
"Not all" Said Hagrid quietly.
Sirius looked up startled.
"What..?"
Hagrid nodded down at the bundle. " Got littl' 'Arry out. Takin' 'im to Dumbledore now."
"What? No! Why? What does want Dumbledore him for?"
"'Arry's got to 'ave a family, Sirius. Dumbledore's takin' 'im to live with 'is Aunt an' Uncle."
"But, but they're Muggles! He's a wizard Hagrid! They won't have anything do with him. He'll end up in a orphanage!'
"Dumbledore reckons it's the safest place for 'im..."
"No Hagrid! Give him to me. I'm his Godfather, I'll look after him. He's my responsibility."
"Sirius" Said Hagrid softly, "Dumbledore knows what's best for..."
"I don't give a damn what Dumbledore says" Sirius yelled, "James and Lily entrusted him to me! I'm not leaving him!"
"Sirius! Calm down! An' don't you dare crit'ize Dumbledore, 'e's a good man an'" Hagrid stopped. "Sirius, I 'ave to take 'im..."
"I know. It's just." He looked at the house. "He was my best friend Hagrid. My best..." He shook his head. "Look, take my motorbike. You'll get there quicker."
"What? No! It's yours, you love it..."
"Hagrid! Take it!" Shouted Sirius, then more quietly he added, "It's not as if I'll be needing it anymore"
Hagrid hesitated, then said "Thanks", as Sirius held out the keys. "Look, it'll be alright, you'll see. 'E's gone now..."
But Sirius was already walking away, shoulders hunched and hands jammed forcefully in pockets.
"Look, it'll be alright, you'll see. 'E's gone now..."
Sirius barely even heard. What did it matter who had gone? The only person who was gone in his mind was James. He couldn't believe it, in fact the only thing that was making him believe it was the gaping chasm inside him that was the hole where James had been.
Don't worry mate. I will avenge your death. Wormtail's not gonna get away with this. I never let him forget it. Never.
And Sirius walked away, tears still glistening on his face but his eyes were dry now. Now was not the time to cry. Now was the time to fight. Now he had time to kill. And that was precisely what he was going to do.