OK well this just popped into my head:
Disclaimer: Well, none of these characters are mine. Just the situations that I put them into….
Enjoy and please don't hesitate to give me your opinions I'd really appreciate knowing anything that you think could help!
Sirius Black (photo above) has escaped from his maximum security isolation cell and is on the run. He has been convicted for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and ten others from an explosive device. He has also been convicted for treasonous behaviour being captured conspiring against the government to get communism in England. Do not approach this man for he is highly dangerous and is suspected to be carrying weapons. Be especially cautious as he has been in jail for 13.5 years and is suspected to have been driven insane by it. If you see this man; call this number below immediately 555-774766. For more details about his crimes read the article on page 10.
I gasped as the memories came back to me from before 13.5 years ago, I played Quidditch. I, Sirius, Remus and Peter pulling pranks at Hogwarts, my name wasn't Gregory Jones after all it was James Joseph Potter; my wife wasn't Belle but Lily Annabelle Potter. That could be where I got belle from but I didn't have time to wonder more than that before Belle Lily asked "You remember everything too James?" I turned my eyes up to her and nodded. "How could Sirius be in jail I mean if he went and killed Peter well I could understand I mean he betrayed us to Voldermort, but in front of witnesses and killing 10 muggles as well. He may be a Black but he wouldn't would he?"
"I don't think so Lily but he could have been so distraught about us, but hang on it was him that helped us escape he apparated us to New Zealand and into Auckland Hospital, I remember him saying something about Harry do you remember it's all a bit fuzzy for me?"
"If I remember correctly it was something like I couldn't find Harry he was crying all I could hear was that he couldn't find Harry and he kept repeating it for five minutes he may have continued but I think I went to sleep. Sorry." She sounded miserable, I took the empty mug and placed it on the bedside cabinet along with my half full cold one, then I drew her into my arms and softly kissed her.
When we drew apart still hugging her I whispered into Lily's ear, "It's not your fault; you were awake longer than I was. Ok it has been 13.5 years since that dark night and Harry was one so he should be 14 and a half. Meaning he is probably at Hogwarts. When we get everything back we can hunt Albus down, and sort everything out like where Harry is, Where Remus is and all of our other friends. At least now we know what to do with those two sticks that we have they were our wands. So we don't need to replace those. There is the Potter Vault so everything is going to be fine." Lily wasn't tense anymore in fact she was more relaxed than she had been in a long time. I smiled as I pulled away climbed out of bed and after taking my shower robe off I got dressed for the day, knowing without turning that my wife was staring.
I walked back to the bed and bent down to remove the long box of what had been puzzling objects from our previous life. The wands, a broom(The one I played on the house team with), our diploma's for finishing Hogwarts which we had thought to just be the name of a high school, my certificate for passing Auror training, a photo of Lil's family and the small box of our collection of wizards cards from chocolate frogs. Also was what I now realise was Harry's Christmas present from Sirius, the small toy broom that he broke many an ornament in the house with. I almost laughed at the memory of him speeding 3 inches above the ground straight towards the cat that darted out of the way at the last second.
Although the next memory of Halloween that year with Voldermort knocking on the door and then proceeding to try to kill us and Harry, wiped the smile off my face and almost left me wanting to throw up. I remembered how Lily's distant aunt and uncle who we had just met were the ones who were killed. They had magic that the rest of their family didn't know about. They sacrificed themselves for us thinking we had to be there to look after our son who if the prophesy was correct was either going to destroy Voldermort or be destroyed because neither could live while the other survived. The memory of watching the green light sucking the life out of our relatives in seconds had tears flowing down my face which I hurriedly hid from Lily, but when I looked up I noticed with relief that she was in the shower.
I picked my wand out of the two, when I picked it up and waved it there was the familiar warm glowing sensation that had gone through me when I bought it at Diagon Alley when I was just 11. I smiled and thought for a moment and stood relieved when spells popped into my head spinning around like air in a vacuum cleaner. I cast one little charm wondering if the Death Eaters could sense or had some way of knowing when magic was used. If not them then Albus certainly would. I repaired one of the plastic glasses that had gained a crack at some stage of the dishwasher's process.
I jumped when hands were placed on my shoulders and a feminine laugh resulted; I smiled relaxing with Lily behind me. "What are we going to do first?" she asked sounding a little bit worried. I frowned wondering; "well we should probably go to Gringotts and get money out, get an owl and parchment, ink and quills so then we can send a letter to people and find out what has been happening but I have to say I think it can wait a few weeks, I'm in no rush to get back into being hunted by death eaters nor having to fight for our lives what do you think?" as I finished the question I turned to face her and Lily nodded. There was silence for under a minute and then she said, "I'd rather wait until out memories are fully back if you get what I mean, my recommendation is to wait for Halloween that's three months away, then reassess whether we are willing to go back into the wizarding world then what do you think?" I agreed and said so happy that we would get some time to get used to our minds not being empty of memories other than those of the last few months.
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