Author note; Dear God it took me a while to write this and I am extremely sorry about that, we have had to much work going on before winter break for me to be able to write anything. But I hope that this is good for you all for now. And I decided to put the poem in as a tester, tell me how it goes.
Disclaimer; Don't own, don't sue, obviously if you can recognize anything from this I don't own it, I am getting nothing from this, no money, nothing, so don't worry. The song is 'arms of the angel' by Sarah McLachlan.
Rating; PG – 13, for language, abuse, etc..
Summary; 5th year. Coinciding with a plan of Voldemort's gone array James Potter is brought back from the dead. Currently at the Dursleys Harry is having one of the worst summers yet, how long can he hold on?
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Fiona12690- haha ur welcome for the dedication, no I don't think Harry will commit suicide, or at least now. And thanks for the praise, I appreciate it!
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CHAPTER 3 – ALL IN THE LIFE
Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance
Forthe break that will make it okay.
Sirius Black walked down Privet Drive, in his dog form, having a little bounce in his step, which was to be expected because of the fact that his friend had just been brought back to him.
He had been called to Dumbledore's office about two hours ago, and had been told the whole story. And albeit he hated Snivellus with a vengeance but he did owe the slimy git one. Dumbledore had almost immediately sent him to get Harry after the small meeting they had held.
So, that brings us back to where we began, Sirius was looking back and forth between each of the house. Thinking to himself how it was kind of disturbing that each of the houses where almost the exact same. But he pushed the thought to the back of his mind not wanting to ruin the high feeling he had right now.
It was pretty late and was extremely moist on the ground, making his paws shiver slightly. And all around he could smell wet dew almost making him sneeze.
He now began to count down the house numbers until he came to the one he was looking for.
Pawing up to number four, he looked around, and then quickly transformed into his human form.
Opening the white door with his wand, he entered as quietly as he could, keeping in mind what Albus had said, about not being seen, and getting out as quick as possible. His nose caught a sent that made his face scrunch slightly, but not being able to recognize what it could be.
Theres always some reason to feel not good enough
and its hard at the end of the day
Stepping around, Sirius brushed his dark brown bangs away from his eyes, and squinted his crystal grey eyes trying to make out the general shapes of the house. Waiting a moment he let his eyes adjust to the dark hue around the house hold, allowing him to see enough to get by.
Tip toeing towards the stairs he ascended them slowly, tapping each step forward idly, making sure to step over each step that squeaked.
Reaching the top he opened the first door on the right, finding it to be an abnormally clean bathroom, he slowly shut the door.
When the old marauder began to walk towards the next door, a strong sent stopped him, almost making him draw back in disgust. It was vaguely familiar, the sent of blood which he had become accustomed to smelling, back in the old days. When the marauders hung out on a full moon, and walked in the forest and smelt the blood of victim animals. Not to mention that his time in Azkaban only enhanced the familiarity with that smell.
Not really wanting to think of what the smell could be originating from he walked towards the room which gave off the majority of the odd smell.
Upon opening the door, what greeted him was grotesque. The smell at least tripled in power and the sight was not satisfying either.
Harry Potter, his godson, was lying in a pile of his own blood, seemingly fresh, and looking paler then- well Snape, which was really saying something.
Not really comprehending any thing, just moving on impulse, Sirius quickly grabbed Harry, holding his godson tightly in his arms. Picking him up quickly, but as gently as he possibly could, he carried Harry out the door and to the avaparation (sp? How the hell do you spell it?) point, and avaparated to the edge of Hogwarts, and ran with him to the infirmary.
I need some distraction oh, beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
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They may be empty, and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
Harry slowly opened his eyes, noting that all was dark. Sitting up slightly he looked around, and sighed.
Even with out the aid of his glasses, and even though the darkness of the room, he could tell that he was in the Hogwarts infirmary, seeing has he had been there countless times before, and was now the most common visitor. Looking out the window he saw that it was dark out, nearly midnight if he was correct.
Laying back down he tried to re gather his thoughts, and try to remember why and how he ended up in Hogwarts personal hospital.
His expression darkened after he remembered what had occurred.
His uncle had been really unhappy, of what he was unsure but when he got home Harry had gotten beaten. Albeit, it wasn't the worse one ever, but…enough to make him lose consciousness.
That's probably how they found him, the thought was almost enough to make him groan in annoyance. He could have done with out their knowing of what happened. Hi really didn't need the entire of Hogwarts staff looking on him with looks of disappointment, or worse, pity.
No, he thought, that was defiantly something that he didn't need, at all.
In the arms of the angel, fly away from here
from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreakage from your silent revire
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here
Straining his ears Harry heard echoing footsteps drawing near, laying back down, not really caring how they found him. The door opened slowly, making the creaking more emphasized.
To his surprise it wasn't the headmaster who entered, instead his godfather walked in, his steps slow, almost hesitant in a way. Sirius, Harry thought, must not know that he had awoken, seeing as how he made no move to make conversation, so Harry just stared at Sirius wondering what he was doing.
Looking at Sirius' face, from what he could make out from the dark abyss anyways, was striated, and stressed. Suddenly Sirius transformed into his Padfoot equivalent and jumped on the bed, settling himself at Harry's feet, and shortly falling asleep.
Harry watched his godfather with a look akin to love, or strong compassion, before he too drifted off, giving in to the feeling pulling him back to the land of dreams.
So tired of the strait life and every where that you turn
theres vultures and theifs at your back
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The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
James Potter paced around the Headmaster's office, in a quick fury.
His old look of old ratting clothes and looks where now gone. In their place was a clean cut man, with newly looking clothes, and a new completion. Though his pale façade, lean, too thin body, and tired look, stayed with him.
His head was spinning from what had happened in the short time, in shorter then a week in fact. He had woken up from the hospital about 4 days ago, learning right away of what had happened, and what he had missed.
Greatly, was he surprised that his little baby had survived that night, and he was extremely proud of what his son had accomplished.
It dont make no difference escaping one last time, its easyier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh this glorius sadnes
that brings me to my knees
Grudgingly admitting to Severus that he was thankful for what he had done,(to which Severus made some smart ass comment back about him better being thankful.) because now Snape was useless as a spy, though they were trying to get him back to Voldemort's good graces.
After all this had been explained to him, he had been reunited with the marauders, Remus and Sirius. To which they shared a very heartfelt reunion. That same day, Sirius had been sent to retrieve his son, and came back with a near corpse.
Even he didn't look that bad a few days ago and he came back from the dead. Now leaving him to find out that his son's flesh and blood had abused him, and he hadn't woken up for three days.
He sighed, and then he rubbed his temples, this was just too much he thought.
His mind was just in complete disarray, nor was he entirely sure what to think. So he just decided to wait till his son woke up before really deciding what to do and what to feel. Sirius had just left to go sit with his son; James somehow believed that Sirius somehow blamed himself for this. Albus and Remus left to discuss something or another, leaving him in peace, in one way or another.
He sighed, damn, he thought, this is really screwed up.
In the arms of the angel, fly away from here
from this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreakage from your silent revire
Your in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here
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Authors Note; Again I am so sorry that I am updating this so late, but at least it isn't super short right? Ah well, what can you do? This chapter was really awkward to write and I hope that it wasn't easily to see that. These kind of chapters have to be there to keep the story going, no matter how annoying and hard they are to write.
Any ways as I have asked before if u have any pranks that you think the marauders should do please tell me, or if you have any other ideas for the story, they will be greatly appreciated.
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-Little Padfoot