P.s I have read some flames, and decided I don't like them, so from now on all flames will be ignored! Unless they aren't so discouraging and mean. Lol! And give helpful advice! And to remind any of you who said that it was changed form the story, well I kind of told you that, and if you don't like, don't read! Lol! And thanks for you who have given all that encouraging support!
Disclaimer: jk Rowling owns…blah blah, following chapter is mostly from 'The order of the Phoenix' with a couple changes of my own. ENJOY!Aparation chapter 12: Tears, and Tom
Screams
Shouts
Light
Silence.
It didn't mean anything to James anymore, or anybody else.
Sirius fell through the veil.
James subconsciously felt tears well up in his eyes, and a fiery anger burning somewhere deep inside. This wasn't supposed to happen…but it all made sense now…
The groups looked at Sirius and were depressed to see the usually so cheerful figure, look so down and sad, But James could detect some anger in his eyes too. But it was hard to tell, there were so many emotions going through his eyes and body you could hardly tell how he felt, James was almost afraid to say anything. He looked ready to explode.
"…Sirius?"
His friend's body was stone rigid and his face was a pale grey, like a cement wall. There was no movement from him as he stared hard at the veil. Nobody spoke.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled desperately. This time James could not hold the tears "SIRIUS!"
Harry ran towards the veil and jumped, but Remus came and grabbed him before he reached the veil. Harry struggled in Remus grip, but James knew it was no use, Moony's werewolf abilities made him really strong.
"There's nothing you can do Harry,"
"HELP HIM! SAVE HIM!" Harry yelled, desperation and loss was written all over his helpless face. James had to turn away from the depressing sight. "He's only just gone through!"
"Its too late Harry…He's gone"
Harry finally stopped struggling and just stared at the veil with teary eyes, there was something like loss and sadness overpowering his emotions so he couldn't think straight. Half the group who were watching had to turn away from the sight; it was one of the hardest things to look at for them. Some of them even knew how it felt to lose someone, for they have themselves, but it made it ten times worse when the person who died was watching it, and by his 'Godson' no less.
"No…no im not Harry… Im right here…"
James looked at his best friend, and felt a little bit of hope well up inside him. Maybe all was not lost. Sirius was almost reaching a hand out desperately, as if trying to get harry. James had never sent his expression of seriousness and longing on his friends face before in his life. It almost broke his heart…
James finally looked back at the scene and for a moment wanted nothing more then to go and grab harry…to tell him it was okay…but he couldn't and that hurt him deeply…
He wiped a small tear from his eyes as he watched Harry from afar.
Lupin finally managed to drag Harry away from the veil, but harry didn't struggle, he just stared at the veil as if all hope was lost.
"Sirius…" he whispered. The real Sirius had to look away, tears stung his own eyes.
"Harry?"
Harry finally turned around to see Neville looking at him sadly. "Was…was Sirius black…was he a friend of yours?"
Harry seemed to not be able to do anything but nod.
"Harry… ib really sorry…"said Neville
Harry didn't respond, a burning shadow flickered across his eyes…
"Here" Remus said quietly moving towards Neville, but ducked as a curse was sent their way. The battles had continued "prior incantem!"
Neville's legs stopped dancing around and hung limply on the ground. Remus was still holding a secure hand on Harry's shoulder, to James amusement. Was Harry not trustworthy? Or an impulsive actor? James wondered idly
Suddenly a loud 'BANG!' reverberated around the room, and Harry spun around, along with the rest of the group to see Bellatrix's triumphant laugh, and high shriek as Kingsley hit the ground in pain.
"YOU KILLED SIRIUS! I'LL KILL YOU!"
That was the outburst that scared them all. Harry wasn't Serious was he? But obviously he was as he took off after her, up the stone steps…
"Harry-no!"
Shouts were hear around the room, but harry ignored them, his face a livid vision of revenge. The group shivered but followed him non-the less.
The group was panting by the time harry reached the elevator. They got a little breather though at the circular room, until Harry shouted, "Where's the exit?" and the door opened to reveal the exit tot heir amazement. But their surprise was wasted as he hardly waited to respond and span off down the hall towards where they were still waiting for the lift to open. Harry didn't wait for the doors to open all the way as he squeezed his extremely skinny and small figure through he lift and pushed the first floor level qui8ckly.
James cursed, the real elevator was stills till and people were so bust watching the lift open and close, they didn't think to open it for real and go up the lift themselves.
"Crap" James muttered "I think we have to take the stairs now"
Sirius quirked a brow "why not apparate?"
Moody rolled his eyes "I wonder, maybe because you CAN'T" he bellowed in frustration at how someone could be so thick.
"Fine!" Sirius huffed "side with you then…"
"Umm… are we going to get a move on or what?" Franck questioned irritably.
"An excellent idea Longbottom" Dumbledore remarked rather coldly. Nobody bothered to argue with his sudden change of tone and sped up the steps nearest to them. James was a very fit person, and seemed to be the only one not huffing and puffing by the time they reached the entrance hall, where they stared in shock At Harry who was hovering behind the Fountain of Bertham. (Is that how you spell it?) And currently shouting at Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Give me the prophecy potter, or does the death of my dear cousin pain you too much?" she mocked him horribly.
James noticed her walking slowly towards the fountain, as Harry seemed to stop breathing; a fiery red glowed in his eyes as he jumped out from behind the statue and did something that chilled them all.
"Crucio"
Cold.
That's how James felt right then as The Cruciatus curse went flying form Harry's wand and made contact with Bellatrix.
Scared.
Is also how he felt that his own son had enough power to manage working an unforgivable.
Sad.
That Harry had enough anger, hate, and pain, to be able to use an unforgivable.
Torn.
That his own son wanted to hurt people, and had to sink so low to do it, because it wasn't any ordinary bully he was dealing with now, and words would hardly make a difference.
Bellatrix shrieked just as the others did, when she flew off her feet, obviously not expecting that. Her body withered for a bit before Harry seemed to regain himself and pulled back, almost horrified at what he had done.
Bella got up and wasn't smiling anymore.
"My Gosh…" Dumbledore muttered. James knew exactly what he was thinking.
How? Why?
"Never used and unforgivable have you Potter?" she said, the smirk back in place. "You have to want, to cause the person pain…want to enjoy it…Hate and anger wont last you long"
Harry didn't seem to register what she was saying as he suddenly reeled back, clutching his head in obvious pain. James could barely see his brilliant green scar bleeding through his hands…and another thought suddenly hit him.
"Dumbledore…"
"Albus"
"Ya whatever" James said to Dumbledore's amusement. "Why is it we can see the color more clearly now?"
Dumbledore sighed deeply "another time James, another time"
James sensed a big discussion with the old man was needed rather badly sometime soon.
"You can't win potter!" Bella shrieked, "I have learned the dark arts from the dark lord! And im not afraid to use them…"
Harry let out a shrill but painful, almost maniacal laughter "Well I guess you're out of luck then!"
She seemed to almost stop smiling "what do you means potter? This isn't some game! Now GIVE ME THE PROPHECY!"
Harry started laughing again, and it sent a cold shiver down James' spine. "Well it broke! What are you going to tell you're master now?"
Bella stopped smiling "LIAR! GIVE ME THE PROPHECY!" Now they could all sense fear laced into her voice as well as panic "Accio prophecy! Accio prophecy! ACIO PROPHECY!"
But nothing happened.
Harry's laughter was sheer pain now. And he was doing something funny, like clutching the scar on his forehead like he had a giant migraine. Tears were threatening to spill form his eyes from the pain.
"Don't waste you're breathe!" he yelled desperately "he can't hear you!"
Suddenly everything seemed to get cold, and James felt a horrible forbidding grow inside him…
"Can't I, Potter?"