Hey. So, I found out that I made a mistake, and by adding three words to the beginning of ... chapter 7? i think, i fixed it. so now it's not brilliantly well written, but it's canon, and that's the more important thing. so, the continuation of my worse-but-canon story.
please review, because if you dont, i will send my pixie boys after you.
His eyes were red.
His hands were white.
The once handsome Sirius Black was unrecognizable.
His normally soft black hair that fell before his eyes was rough and ragged. Fear shone in his eyes, a fear he had not known he possessed until that fateful night.
October 31st, 1981.
Hallowe'en, a few months after the birth of Harry Potter, James and Lily's son.
Sirius had been made godfather, but that didn't seem to mean much to Dumbledore. And Sirius wasn't thinking about that. The whole night kept playing over and over again in his head.
The house lay in front of Sirius, his motorcycle lying in a heap beside him. He had been there three hours before. Just three small hours. He had to leave. Dumbledore had called him. He finally had a job for him. He had only had a few big assignments to accompany his larger tasks, but this one was an important job. Fighting. Fighting the Deatheaters. Getting information. Sirius couldn't have missed it, but had he known this would happen …
With each step, ashes rose from the wreckage, like small black clouds of death. His voice wavered, uncertain. "James?" he called, almost at a whisper, almost scared that his voice would disturb the graves. "Lily?" And in an even smaller voice, he asked the air, "Harry?"
There was a small whimper. A young, innocent cry. His heart leapt.
"Harry?" he asked again, with more confidence in his voice. "Harry!"
He ran through the rubble, throwing long pieces of wood and plaster aside, searching frantically for the small Harry Potter. "Harry!" he continued to shout, following the cries that were growing more and more frequent. "Harry!" Then, finally, he saw the small gray bundle. He slowly knelt down to pick it up. The poor, helpless Harry.
Sirius felt his warmth and his weight and it comforted him. Slowly and delicately pulling away a corner of the blanket, he looked into Harry's eyes.
He felt a burning sensation in his throat and his gray eyes filled involuntarily with tears. Lily's eyes. Lily's brilliant green eyes starring back up at him, alone and scared and cold. Harry's hair was black and unruly, so very much like James's had been.
"James," he cried. "Lily." He brushed away Harry's bangs with trembling hands and saw with horror a small, thin lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "What the hell happened to you, mate?" he said, his upper lip shaking. "Merlin's beard …" He slowly traced the scar with his finger, tears streaming down his face, hitting the gray blanket. Small spots of white appeared where the tears hit Harry's bundled figure.
Like a broken man, Sirius cried, and wept and rocked with Harry in his arms when he heard her. Far away, like a fading red balloon, he heard her breathing. A few walls collapsed at the far end of the house and Sirius, Harry still clutched firmly in his arms, ran towards the direction of the sound.
"Hello?"
"Sirius?"
"Freya?"
When he reached her, he was not surprised at all that he had missed her. Her black Auror robes were covered in soot and she lay perfectly still, blending in perfectly.
Sirius couldn't breath. Why had he given his heart to this woman? Why was she here?
"I'm so sorry, Sirius. I did everything I could."
"What are you talking about?" he said, his eyes screwed up from the tears, caressing her face with his free hand. Harry had fallen asleep. Slowly, gently, he set the baby boy on the ground above Freya's head.
"I was sent here at the last minute," she said in a voice barely audible. One of the lenses of her glasses were missing and her hair was distraught, going in all directions, and plastered with sweat onto her forehead. She had a large gash in her chest from some unknown quarrel and blood was freely spilling from it. Sirius promised himself he would never try to find out what happened. "Dumbledore, Peter—"
"Don't say anything," he said, finding speaking much more difficult than he had ever thought.
"But Sirius, this is important," she protested.
"I don't care. Don't say anything. You can tell me later."
"What if—"
"There's no what if … Freya! You'll tell me later."
She looked helplessly at him. He was still crying, and his breaths came in short and painful gasps.
"Your eyes are … really green … right now," he said finally.
Freya smiled. "I feel particularly alive at this moment in my life." She shifted uneasily in his arms, the blood still spilling from her open chest. "I'm a bit cold," she said.
Sirius fumbled for his cloak, covered in his best friends blood, in the blood of the woman he loved, the blood of his only family. He covered her in it, and lifted her head a bit more onto his knees, the colour draining from her face.
"I should never … have—"
"Don't you dare do that!" she coughed at a half scream. "Don't blame yourself for this. I swear, you do that again and I'll…"
She struggled for words, helplessly. Sirius put his finger on her dying lips and watched as her rosy hue evaporated from her cheeks, her life evanescing like the light from the day as it turned into night. Tears were streaming freely down his face. He couldn't breath.
"I … love you. You… know that … right?"
She nodded meekly.
"I'd … never … leave your … side, if I … could."
"You need to do something for me."
"… Anything."
"Do you promise?"
"I swear on … pain of … death," he said, gasping for air, but his body wouldn't let him breath, as if saying that he shouldn't be alive.
She put her hand on his face and looked at him. "I need you to run for me."
Sirius stared blankly at her for a moment, as if not believing what she was saying.
"I … can't – run?" he muttered breathlessly. "Why?" What did she know? What had happened at Godric's Hollow? No! he thought. Never. I won't revisit this place.
"Run away, Sirius." Her hand fell and landed on her chest. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and whispered, "Please."
Those were the last words she ever spoke.
She had saved her last breath to tell the man that she loved to run, something he had avoided doing his whole life. He had never run, never, when he was ever in danger. He stuck by his friend's side, he licked it. He could take the whole world, but the word of his dying love was more powerful than any morals he could have had for himself.
He clutched her dangling body in his blood stained arms, her hands blue and her face white. He didn't look at her. He didn't want to remember her like this. The image he wanted to save of her was when she was so full of life, so happy and blissful, the only worry in the world being if she would get in trouble for sneaking into a double feature at a Muggle movie theatre.
But when Sirius walked into her life with Remus, James, Lily and Peter, everything turned around. The Dark Lord had risen and he was after the world, and Sirius had to fight it.
ok, so the whole thing came rather quickly, but i really needed to get it over with. course, it's not done, cuz i mean... how can that be the end?
to my reviewers (pitiful number of them, but you can fix that, can't you? yes, i think you can.):
Mistyrious: Trust me, dahling, i dont care how late you review as long as you do (that rhymes!) your reviews always make me happy! I'm glad you liked the last line. I was kinda unproud of it, but hey.... im only a writer.
blonded: HOW DID YOU KNOW? you're totally not supposed to know that Peter is a mole... darn it. sniff now the whole story is ruined! And im glad you like freya. i was scared she was too... perfect....
serenitystone: actually, i got the cubing thing from a book. i didnt bother putting all the meticulous details in, cuz that would take too long, but its all veyr carefully been studied by myself, aka Prongs, and Padfoot. you can thank her for the ideas. but you should try the simplified version of cubing on your friends. dont tell them what it is though, cuz that ruins it. its so much fun. its from the book the cube though i know no more info on it.
PentagonMerlin: I told you, didnt I? What happens to her? oh well. glad you liked it moony. keep updating. Moony makes me happy.... see? look, happy! actually, i really am. im going to a movie WITH EVANS ON FRIDAY!!!
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seriously.