Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else that J.K. Rowling created.
Warning: This story is AU due to the fact that I've ignored book five, The Order of The Phoenix because the end of book four was a much better place to start this fan fiction.
Take Backs
Chapter 3: Discussing Old Events
By Rhiane Raine
James's head instantly shot up and his eyes went wide with hope.
"He's-he's-?"
"- alive." Sirius finished for him, a small smile on his face at seeing Prongs obvious joy.
"B-but how?" James asked unbelievingly.
"Well, after Voldemort...well, "killed" you, he went after Lily and Harry," Remus stated explaining. He was very nervous at telling James how his beloved wife had been murdered and of how his son had lived.
"When he found them, I think they were in Harry's nursery, he told Lily to stand aside and you know Lily. She wouldn't allow anything to harm her baby boy. Still, Voldemort told her to stand aside. Lily...she told him he'd have to kill her first. So he did. Lily died protecting Harry. With Lily dead, Voldemort turned his wand on Harry and said Avada Kedavra. It didn't work though. The killing curse rebounded off of Harry's forehead leaving a mere scar and hit Voldemort himself, but it didn't kill the," here Remus said a word that made Sirius and James say "MOONY!" in shock and admiration.
With a tired smile at his friends faces at hearing him say a naughty word, he continued. "Basically, Voldemort was reduced to a bodiless spirit, making Harry famous for surviving not just any killing curse but Voldemort's, the most powerful Avada Kedavra ever known thirteen years ago."
"So Harry, my son survived the killing curse and defeated the darkest, foulest, most evil dark Lord recorded at the age of fifteen months." James asked in awe.
Sirius and Remus nodded their heads. James's pride was obvious to anyone and everyone.
"He's famous, James," Sirius said. "Your son is known and respected pretty much by wizards world wide.
"Wow," came the uttered whisper from James's open mouth.
The werewolf uncharacteristically smirked in the direction of his other friend as they silently decided to give James a few minutes to wrap his brain around the information they just divulged. The next slice of the timeline would be much harder to explain, especially with a shocked James Potter.
It was five minutes before James glanced over to see Remus and Sirius sipping their tea patiently.
"Sorry guys. Guess it's just a little hard to recognize that my little boy is famous." James apologized.
His two best friends just waved it aside having gone through it themselves at one point in the past.
"Wait a bloody minute! Did you say thirteen years!"
"Yes. James it's the year 1995. You've been "dead" for fourteen years." Sirius explained.
James ran his fingers through his messy black hair. The look on his face seemed to be a display of confusion and bewilderment.
"If I've been gone for fourteen years, where's Harry? That makes him fourteen doesn't it? Why the hell do I still look the way I did fourteen years ago? You two are old, why aren't I? We're the same age!" Panic was clearly the main emotion that was now evident in James's behavior.
"Whoa! Slow down 'ol buddy. First of all there is more to what happened after you and Lils were killed that you need to know that will answer some of your questions. Second of all, I don't know why you still look twenty-one, but Moony and I are not old! We are thirty-four and thirty- five. That does not make us ancient, thank you very much!"
James was able to laugh through his alarm at the indignant look on his best friends face.
"Alright, you're not old, just older than me. Now, get on with the story. I want answers."
Remus gave Sirius a look and, with a sigh, Sirius began telling the second half of the story.
"Well, after Harry sent Voldemort's killing curse back at him thus destroying him and your entire house, news traveled fast. That night, before you were attacked, I planned to check on Peter. When I arrived at his flat, he wasn't there like he was supposed to be. There was no sign of trouble. It didn't feel right, so I headed for your house immediately. When I got there it was just a foundation littered with debris. I saw your body and...then I went for Lily...She was just lying there all stiff and with her eyes open. I saw Voldemort's body across the floor and I hoped and prayed that Harry was okay. Harry was sitting in the middle of his mattress with the entire house down around him. He wasn't crying though he looked like he wanted to. I scooped him up into my arms and...I cried James. You know that I only cry in the most intense situations. I picked up Lily's body and I carried her over to you. I didn't want her lying anywhere near that," Sirius mimicked the word that Remus had used earlier.
"She belonged with you. That was when Hagrid showed up. He said that Dumbledore had given him orders to take Harry to him. I knew then that my life was over and I-"
"You still had Remus. Why was your life over?" James interrupted to ask.
"Because, James, everyone knew me to be the secret keeper. We didn't tell Dumbledore or Remus about the switch."
"Oh, yeah. Wait that means-"
"That Dumbledore thought I'd betrayed you and sent Hagrid to take Harry before I could. It was only a matter of time before the Ministry caught up with me and I was denied Harry. I wasn't thinking clearly but I decided that if I was going to be taking the rap for you Lily's deaths, then I would also be responsible for Wormtail's. I gave Harry to Hagrid and told him to take my motorcycle. I wanted Harry out of there as fast as Hagrid could get him.
"When I caught up with the rat, it was almost noon on the next day. Wormtail and I backed into a corner where he shouted to the street full of muggles that I betrayed Lily and James. He said he couldn't believe that I'd do that to my own best friend. I was still shocked at the turn of events when Wormtail put his wand behind his back and blasted the street apart. It killed twelve muggles. He cut off his finger and then transformed into a rat, speeding down the hole he'd created and met up with the other rats of the sewer. I couldn't help but laugh when I realized that little Peter Pettigrew who couldn't even produce a proper switching spell, had managed to get the better of me. The hit wizards came and took me in. I was sentenced to Azkaban for life without a trial, you know how Crouch was..."
Remus went to sit next to James on his unoccupied side for comfort. Sirius was shaking after telling his side of the story.
"So they just just locked you away like that? How could they? You would never deceive me! How could they think that?"
"I don't know, James, but they did," Sirius said bitterly.
"How are you here, if they gave you a life sentence?"
"It wasn't for good behavior," Remus joked. It caused a slight upturn in the corners of his two best friend's mouths.
"I escaped," Sirius said with a grin.
"You escaped Azkaban?!" James shouted.
"Yes." It was clear that Sirius was proud that his accomplishment was great enough to surprise his best friend.
"That's really good, mate. How'd you do it? You were the first, right? I mean, it hadn't been done before I, well, died but..."
"Well, it was all thanks to our animagi abilities, I'd say. I was there until two years ago when I broke out." Sirius had said all this in a nonchalant tone that had James, the best prankster Hogwarts had ever seen, reeling.
"What made you bust free and why then?"
"Harry."
"Harry? What did my son have to do with it? And you never told me where Hagrid took him."
Remus chanced a glance at Sirius who, it seemed, did not want to tell James anymore than he himself did.
Knowing that he would be stuck with the task, like it or not, Remus decided perhaps he should not waste time that would inevitably build up James curiosity.
"Look, James. There was nothing Sirius or I could do about this. He was looked up in Azkaban and I am a werewolf and you know that-"
"Get on with it, Remus," James snarled amazingly similar to the way Sirius had in the shrieking shack. He was clearly not impressed at the way his best friends were prolonging telling him what had happened to his son after Hagrid rode off on Sirius's motorcycle. The truth was hard to tell James, as Remus and Sirius both knew how "well" Lily had spoken of Petunia. Not that Lily ever really badmouthed anyone, but she never had anything good to say especially when her temper was not in check.
"Dumbledore put him the care of the Dursley's-"
"HE WHAT!!!"
All of the sudden there was a tremor that shook all but the foundation of Remus's cottage, proving the fury of James Potter's knowledge that his son had been placed with the inadequate family of Lily's horse like sister.
Warning: This story is AU due to the fact that I've ignored book five, The Order of The Phoenix because the end of book four was a much better place to start this fan fiction.
Take Backs
Chapter 3: Discussing Old Events
By Rhiane Raine
James's head instantly shot up and his eyes went wide with hope.
"He's-he's-?"
"- alive." Sirius finished for him, a small smile on his face at seeing Prongs obvious joy.
"B-but how?" James asked unbelievingly.
"Well, after Voldemort...well, "killed" you, he went after Lily and Harry," Remus stated explaining. He was very nervous at telling James how his beloved wife had been murdered and of how his son had lived.
"When he found them, I think they were in Harry's nursery, he told Lily to stand aside and you know Lily. She wouldn't allow anything to harm her baby boy. Still, Voldemort told her to stand aside. Lily...she told him he'd have to kill her first. So he did. Lily died protecting Harry. With Lily dead, Voldemort turned his wand on Harry and said Avada Kedavra. It didn't work though. The killing curse rebounded off of Harry's forehead leaving a mere scar and hit Voldemort himself, but it didn't kill the," here Remus said a word that made Sirius and James say "MOONY!" in shock and admiration.
With a tired smile at his friends faces at hearing him say a naughty word, he continued. "Basically, Voldemort was reduced to a bodiless spirit, making Harry famous for surviving not just any killing curse but Voldemort's, the most powerful Avada Kedavra ever known thirteen years ago."
"So Harry, my son survived the killing curse and defeated the darkest, foulest, most evil dark Lord recorded at the age of fifteen months." James asked in awe.
Sirius and Remus nodded their heads. James's pride was obvious to anyone and everyone.
"He's famous, James," Sirius said. "Your son is known and respected pretty much by wizards world wide.
"Wow," came the uttered whisper from James's open mouth.
The werewolf uncharacteristically smirked in the direction of his other friend as they silently decided to give James a few minutes to wrap his brain around the information they just divulged. The next slice of the timeline would be much harder to explain, especially with a shocked James Potter.
It was five minutes before James glanced over to see Remus and Sirius sipping their tea patiently.
"Sorry guys. Guess it's just a little hard to recognize that my little boy is famous." James apologized.
His two best friends just waved it aside having gone through it themselves at one point in the past.
"Wait a bloody minute! Did you say thirteen years!"
"Yes. James it's the year 1995. You've been "dead" for fourteen years." Sirius explained.
James ran his fingers through his messy black hair. The look on his face seemed to be a display of confusion and bewilderment.
"If I've been gone for fourteen years, where's Harry? That makes him fourteen doesn't it? Why the hell do I still look the way I did fourteen years ago? You two are old, why aren't I? We're the same age!" Panic was clearly the main emotion that was now evident in James's behavior.
"Whoa! Slow down 'ol buddy. First of all there is more to what happened after you and Lils were killed that you need to know that will answer some of your questions. Second of all, I don't know why you still look twenty-one, but Moony and I are not old! We are thirty-four and thirty- five. That does not make us ancient, thank you very much!"
James was able to laugh through his alarm at the indignant look on his best friends face.
"Alright, you're not old, just older than me. Now, get on with the story. I want answers."
Remus gave Sirius a look and, with a sigh, Sirius began telling the second half of the story.
"Well, after Harry sent Voldemort's killing curse back at him thus destroying him and your entire house, news traveled fast. That night, before you were attacked, I planned to check on Peter. When I arrived at his flat, he wasn't there like he was supposed to be. There was no sign of trouble. It didn't feel right, so I headed for your house immediately. When I got there it was just a foundation littered with debris. I saw your body and...then I went for Lily...She was just lying there all stiff and with her eyes open. I saw Voldemort's body across the floor and I hoped and prayed that Harry was okay. Harry was sitting in the middle of his mattress with the entire house down around him. He wasn't crying though he looked like he wanted to. I scooped him up into my arms and...I cried James. You know that I only cry in the most intense situations. I picked up Lily's body and I carried her over to you. I didn't want her lying anywhere near that," Sirius mimicked the word that Remus had used earlier.
"She belonged with you. That was when Hagrid showed up. He said that Dumbledore had given him orders to take Harry to him. I knew then that my life was over and I-"
"You still had Remus. Why was your life over?" James interrupted to ask.
"Because, James, everyone knew me to be the secret keeper. We didn't tell Dumbledore or Remus about the switch."
"Oh, yeah. Wait that means-"
"That Dumbledore thought I'd betrayed you and sent Hagrid to take Harry before I could. It was only a matter of time before the Ministry caught up with me and I was denied Harry. I wasn't thinking clearly but I decided that if I was going to be taking the rap for you Lily's deaths, then I would also be responsible for Wormtail's. I gave Harry to Hagrid and told him to take my motorcycle. I wanted Harry out of there as fast as Hagrid could get him.
"When I caught up with the rat, it was almost noon on the next day. Wormtail and I backed into a corner where he shouted to the street full of muggles that I betrayed Lily and James. He said he couldn't believe that I'd do that to my own best friend. I was still shocked at the turn of events when Wormtail put his wand behind his back and blasted the street apart. It killed twelve muggles. He cut off his finger and then transformed into a rat, speeding down the hole he'd created and met up with the other rats of the sewer. I couldn't help but laugh when I realized that little Peter Pettigrew who couldn't even produce a proper switching spell, had managed to get the better of me. The hit wizards came and took me in. I was sentenced to Azkaban for life without a trial, you know how Crouch was..."
Remus went to sit next to James on his unoccupied side for comfort. Sirius was shaking after telling his side of the story.
"So they just just locked you away like that? How could they? You would never deceive me! How could they think that?"
"I don't know, James, but they did," Sirius said bitterly.
"How are you here, if they gave you a life sentence?"
"It wasn't for good behavior," Remus joked. It caused a slight upturn in the corners of his two best friend's mouths.
"I escaped," Sirius said with a grin.
"You escaped Azkaban?!" James shouted.
"Yes." It was clear that Sirius was proud that his accomplishment was great enough to surprise his best friend.
"That's really good, mate. How'd you do it? You were the first, right? I mean, it hadn't been done before I, well, died but..."
"Well, it was all thanks to our animagi abilities, I'd say. I was there until two years ago when I broke out." Sirius had said all this in a nonchalant tone that had James, the best prankster Hogwarts had ever seen, reeling.
"What made you bust free and why then?"
"Harry."
"Harry? What did my son have to do with it? And you never told me where Hagrid took him."
Remus chanced a glance at Sirius who, it seemed, did not want to tell James anymore than he himself did.
Knowing that he would be stuck with the task, like it or not, Remus decided perhaps he should not waste time that would inevitably build up James curiosity.
"Look, James. There was nothing Sirius or I could do about this. He was looked up in Azkaban and I am a werewolf and you know that-"
"Get on with it, Remus," James snarled amazingly similar to the way Sirius had in the shrieking shack. He was clearly not impressed at the way his best friends were prolonging telling him what had happened to his son after Hagrid rode off on Sirius's motorcycle. The truth was hard to tell James, as Remus and Sirius both knew how "well" Lily had spoken of Petunia. Not that Lily ever really badmouthed anyone, but she never had anything good to say especially when her temper was not in check.
"Dumbledore put him the care of the Dursley's-"
"HE WHAT!!!"
All of the sudden there was a tremor that shook all but the foundation of Remus's cottage, proving the fury of James Potter's knowledge that his son had been placed with the inadequate family of Lily's horse like sister.
