With a forlorn sigh, James slowly began searching throughout the room, wondering why Lily hadn't been holding Harry. As he searched, questions poured through his head. Why didn't Voldemort kill me? was the main question, though many other circulated in there as well. Things like Why would Peter tell? and What can I do?
Finally he stopped, puzzled. "Sirius.." he said, questioningly. As Sirius walked over, he pointed to a spot right in front of him. "Harry's crib used to be right here. But it's not anymore." He looked over at Sirius. "We need to find that crib." They didn't search long before they came across a closet, closed.
As James reached for the doorknob, he was sure he heard a wail, which he sadly tried to shake from his head. When he couldn't, his eyes grew wide, and he quickly whipped open the doors. Disappointed, he saw only the crib, but then...
Harry's panicked cries peirced the air now that the heavy wooden doors had been opened, and James rushed forward to comfort his son. Confused as he was, he couldn't deny that the sight of his only son, alive and well, was a great comfort to him.
"Harry, Harry, it's ok.. Daddy's here.. Shhh, it's ok.." He turned to Sirius, who he was sure was close to being a mirror of himself: eyes open wide in shock and puzzlement, yet full of joy and relief. Finally, Harry's cries subdued enough for James to be able to talk to Sirius. "We need to get to Dumbledore. Use Perthion to send him a letter." He paused for a moment to think. "Tell him we'll meet him at your house." He jumped when a crack rang through the house, startling Harry back into tears. "No need, James, for it would be pointless to send your owl 2 feet." And James smiled as he looked into the eyes of the one man he needed to talk to most: Albus Dumbledore.
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So, what did you think? Sorry it took so long to get these out, I hope that it was worth the wait, however. I have great things planned for the next couple of chapters, but it'll take those reviews to motivate me!