Chapter 2
Yeah, I might be back, i dunno yet. A/N will explain a bit more.
Dsclaimer: One year, three months, and thirty days later, i still dont own Harry Potter. A bit disappointing, i will admit.
"Peter."
James had been repeating the name over and over, rocking back and forth, eyes wide and horrified, as the mediwitch shined her wand into Harry's eyes, the small boy clutched in what could only be described as a viselike grip by his mother.
At first, Lily was relieved. Then reality struck, and she leaned over and vomited in the shredded sitting room, for the first time understanding how close they'd come.
But now?
Now Lily was pissed.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to hunt him down and I'm going to kill him."
The door to the small study crashed open as two men-boys, really-rushed over to their friends.
"Sirius," James croaked. "Remus. It was Peter. This whole time... Peter."
"You don't know that," Remus said quickly. "He could've been tortured, threatened, something. I can't believe that he would just give you up."
"I suppose we'll just have to ask the little rat, won't we?" Sirius snarled.
"Sirius," Lily snapped. "Stop. If you kill him, and we have no proof he is a Death Eater, you will go to Azkaban. I know you want to find him. So do I. But right now, everyone thinks you were our Secret Keeper, even Dumbledore. Do you really think they will hesitate to arrest you, to call you a traitor? Bagnold isn't stupid, she will listen, but her curse-happy Aurors might not."
"I know this might not be the time," Remus said quietly, a small smile on his face. "But you do know that we are her curse-happy Aurors, right?"
They laughed then, more to relieve tension than out of humor. But they knew that there would be a long road of pain and suffering ahead.
All they could do was lower their heads and charge right through it.
And hope that they would come out alive.
...
They talked for hours, reminiscing, laughing, crying, comforting, and most of all, planning. Planning how to keep Harry safe, how to keep themselves safe, how to gather information on why Harry survived, and of course, how to find Peter.
...
"Hello, James Potter."
James's eyes snapped open as the voice echoed around the room.
When his eyes finally alighted on the figure that stood before him, he inhaled sharply.
It was naked, and It's skin was black as coal and shot through with veins and swirls of purple and blue, green and gold, red and silver.
The universe was painted on It's flesh, stars and galaxies twisting and sparkling with sublime light, the most glorious thing he had ever seen.
It was neither man or woman; It simply was. When It smiled at him, James felt a simultaneous wave of comfort and flash of pure terror.
"What are you?"
It's eyes, one golden like the sun-and when he looked closer he realized that indeed it was the sun-and one totally black, glinting like onyx, were fixed on him with a look that said James would soon regret his question.
"I am Death," the voice whispered. "Destroyer of Worlds."
"And I have come for what is mine."
A/N: So... hey, guys. It's been what, five months? More? Sorry about that, guess I've just lost some of the passion for a while. This might just be a one-time thing, I'm not sure yet. I know I've probably lost most of my readers, and I won't get your hopes up about being back just yet, I just randomly felt inspired. It's long overdue, I know. Sorry again.
~~~J, a friend. "Sanctissimi cordis, quam acerrimi animi!"