Kill Me Now Chapter 7
Harry Potter Fanfiction
India Kieser
Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews! I know it got really different in that chapter. I want it like that. I like different stories, with different ideas. And this is definitely not your typical Lily James.
James crouched behind the bed, tears streaming down his face, clutching his knees to his chest. He was rocking back and forth and whimpering, whining, his heart beating faster and faster with each noise around him. Harry was laid on the ground by his crib, wailing and screaming next to his mother's dead body. James bit his hand, tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Why? Why?" A siren sounded outside and James jumped to his feet and closed the curtains. No doubt people had heard the scream and the shouting. James yelled and ran out of the room, which carried the whiff of fried flesh.
He ran downstairs to the living room, where a warm fire was heating it. He roared and threw the newspaper in the fire.
"WHY DID I DO IT??" he screamed. He fell on the ground and felt the room spinning. They'd be coming. Coming to get him and to stop him. His breathing got faster as he realized he'd die just as she did when they found out. He gasped and sat up. No. He will not die like that. Not with everyone knowing what he did.
James got up and walked over to the fire. Who could help him? Immediately one name sprung to mind, but it sent shivers down his spine and he gurgled at the thought. But it was the only way out. The only way to save everyone from knowing. No one could know.
Sirius.
Sirius would guess. But how could he cover it up so that....
Brilliant. Sheer brilliance. James stood in front of the fire and smiled to himself for thinking of such a smart idea, but as he began to speak into the hearth, his heart froze. It would be painful and torturing to die that way. Could he take it?
"I can't live without her." James said. "But it will hurt..."
James shook the thought and said into the fire
"Let me speak to Lord Voldemort."
The flames licked the top of the fireplace, and turned different shades of blue, when suddenly, a hideous scarred face appeared in the fire. Lord Voldemort was looking right at James Potter.
"Who disturbs me?"
"Your dark lord...."
James bowed awkwardly and Voldemort sneered.
"What ails you friend?"
"I have committed a heinous crime that must be covered up in any way possible."
"Really?"
"Yes."
They were both silent. Voldemort was smiling horribly.
"And you want me to cover it up?"
"Yes."
"By?"
James was quiet. He swallowed hard, but oculd not bring himself to say it.
"By killing you and the boy?"
"How did you know about my son?"
"Oh, I know many things."
Suddenly, Voldemort's face disappeared from the fire, and James felt a wind on his back and the room grew cold.
"Many things." Said a voice from behind him. James whipped around.
"I hope this does it." Voldemort lifted his wand. James shut his eyes.
"Avada Kedevra."
A piercing scream erupted through the night that awakened all animals in terror. A laugh also echoed. And James Potter lay on the ground, still, motionless.
"You were on my list anyway...James Potter."
In one last swoop of his wand, Voldemort extracted a small silver ball from James's body, and James suddenly turned extremely pale and glossy eyed.
"Now the boy........"
Harry was still upstairs. Voldemort found him, and brought him the bathroom, crying his eyes out for his parents.
"Avada Kedavra."
There was no baby's scream. But there was a man's scream.