Hey Readers, sorry I've been a little slow with the updates, I've had a whole week off this week but my laptop crashed and I lost my work on the chapters, that means I was unable to upload for any of my stories ): But I decided that I would get out something this week and because this story had the least work to do, I chose to work on this one XD
Here's an extra long chappie for you
Edited: 2/3/2012
Enjoy!
I'm coming for you
Chapter 4
Deep within Hogwarts, three men were talking in low tones about things that should not be. An old man with a long white beard sat behind a desk, half moon glasses on the tip of his crooked nose as he leaned onto an old desk that was littered with rolls of parchment. A strange bird sat behind him, letting loose a few calming notes at odd intervals. Across the circular room filled with strange silver contraptions sat two other men. One with faint scars across his face and greying brown hair, the other with sunken deep blue eyes and shaggy black hair that fell to his shoulders. Both men had pained expressions on their faces as they watched the old man across from them, examine an old newspaper.
"Headmaster?" Remus Lupin asked quietly, leaning forward in his seat desperately. "What do you think?" He continued in a strained tone.
"I must say dear boy, I am not entirely sure what I am thinking most of the time." Dumbledore said slowly, lowering the paper so that a twinkle could be seen in his intense blue eyes.
Sirius shifted next to Remus, barely concealing his frustration.
"However, this article has become a liability-"
"-A liability?-!" Sirius exclaimed, standing from his seat and gesturing with his hands "It's a little more than that! Some – someone is- is – playing some sort of sick trick- and we all know who!"
Sitting down again, there was a cold shift in the air as if the Dark Lord loomed over all of them for a moment.
"You are correct Sirius- that is in fact, if the rumours are true..." Dumbledore elaborated carefully, looking at Sirius with a heavy gaze.
"But Headmaster-" Remus said in a strained voice "-They aren't rumours, we saw- the grave, Peter was there, moving-" he paused, trying to gather his thoughts "-We saw him moving the soil back in place- as- as if-"
"-Someone had dug him up!" Sirius finished in a vicious voice, his hands clenching and relaxing over and over again.
Dumbledore seemed a little lost for a while before he looked Remus in the eye.
"You know this could be a ruse" he said quietly, but with contempt.
Remus sat back in the chair and put his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes as everything caught up with him.
"I know-" came his muffled response "- and that's why I'm worried."
Sirius stilled and looked over at him, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, watching as his friend looked up at him briefly before facing Dumbledore once more.
"I mean this could do some serious damage... To Harry." He mumbled and closed his eyes for a second before opening then to see the Headmaster's response.
Dumbledore remained quiet.
"Oh Merlin, Harry... This could destroy him- if he thought- that-"
"His father was somehow still alive?" Dumbledore finished for him. Sirius nodded and sat back in his chair, letting out a long sigh.
"What I find difficult to believe is the idea that Voldemort would go to these lengths. Why would he "bring back the dead" so to say, Voldemort has no interest in them." Dumbledore paused and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Are you saying that it is possible that..."
"Whatever has happened concerning James may be true?" finished Sirius, looking ruffled and glancing at Remus to see the same reaction.
Dumbledore frowned and seemed to decide something,
"No spell can awaken the dead."
"Exactly!-" Sirius exclaimed, sitting straight and looking over at Remus again. "So that means that-"
"-Unless he was never truly dead." Dumbledore said quietly, cutting over Sirius with ease.
The silence hung heavy, crushing those beneath it into complete oblivion.
There was a bang and Sirius was on his feet, his chair tipped over on the ground.
"NO! No- Nu-uh, never. I checked- his- I WAS THERE! I saw him- both of them! They had no pulse! Believe me- I've never looked for something so hard-"
Dumbledore watched him quietly, making no attempt to calm him.
"They're- they- James and Lily are DEAD Dumbledore- please- don't even, I couldn't bare it- if –if I hoped and you- you were-"
"-Wrong." Remus finished, staring off into space, his face pale and eyes red.
"I am not suggesting that my theory is anywhere near to the truth, but we need to-"
Dumbledore stopped abruptly when he was cut off by loud whirring coming from one of the silver objects. He looked at it in shock before jumping when the object gave out a loud shrill.
Standing at once he took hold of his quill and wrote a quick note down before giving it to Fawkes.
"You know where to go."
Both Sirius and Remus watched this exchange with alarmed expressions on their faces,
"Dumbledore- what's going on?" Sirius asked quickly as Remus looked between the loud silver object and the Headmaster, his eyes narrowed in thought.
"Is that-" He said slowly before Dumbledore spoke over him,
"Someone has used magic in Little Whinging-" he stopped to look at both men, "Someone other than Harry." He finished, causing both Remus and Sirius to jump to their feet.
"I bet it's- I'll kill whoever they are!" Sirius spat, getting his wand from his pocket,
"Sirius," Dumbledore said in a steady voice, "If there is anyone of importance in relation to what we have spoken of here, today, you will bring them to number 12 Grimmauld Place, at once." He stared at Sirius until he nodded.
"Good, I believe we are in need of some answers. Meet back at Grimmauld place with Harry as soon as you can reach him. Do not do anything foolish." And with that, he disappeared on the spot, making Sirius and Remus jump back in shock.
"Can he- do that?" Sirius asked slowly, as Remus paced around the desk and towards the fireplace.
"Come on. We'll floo to Mrs Figg's place, it's the fastest way."
"But-"Sirius said, still staring at where Dumbledore had disapparated,
"Sirius! Come on!" Remus said loudly, dragging them both into the fireplace.
Jerking awake, Harry realised with a jolt that he didn't regain consciousness naturally. It must have been only seconds after he had fallen into the darkness, blinking in the light of a Patronus so strong that it had flushed away all doubt. That is, until now.
Groaning, Harry rolled onto his back and felt around for his glasses, thankfully finding them quickly.
He froze. Through the darkness of the underpass, Harry could just make out a wand as it pointed over his heart. The owner a couple of paces back, silent and unmoving. Harry squinted and tried to see the face of his attacker. Unable to make out anything, Harry searched for his wand, his hands trembling.
"Don't move." A deep voice said sharply, taking half a step forward. Harry frowned when his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Why did the man's voice sound somewhat familiar?
"Who are you?" He asked defiantly, shifting on the ground to a more comfortable position. The man tensed when he moved but did not attack.
"That is of no importance, the question is, who are you?-" Harry's head was spinning. The man didn't know who he was? He can't be a deatheater then...Right?
"-And why were you being chased by dementors?"
Someone squeaked in the darkness and Harry was suddenly reminded of Dudley's presence. His heart racing, Harry tried to see where he was. Could he grab his wand for him? Did he see where it went when the man had collided with him?
"Dudley-" Harry tried, but stopped abruptly when the man span on his heel and pointed his wand at his cousin's face, which let out a yelp of surprise.
"Why does that name ring a bell..." The man muttered under his breath, looking at Dudley with his back turned on Harry.
Harry didn't want to move encase he did something to warrant an attack on either him or his helpless cousin.
"Leave him out of this, he's just a muggle." Harry said quickly, his heart leaping again when the man turned his wand on him once more.
"He's responding very well for 'just a muggle'" The man replied in a low voice, different from before. Harry narrowed his eyes, was the man changing his voice to conceal his identity? Maybe he really was a deatheater, just trying to fool him into relaxing.
"Are you an Auror?" Harry asked quickly, looking around the underpass to try and find his wand. His hands were sweaty and he really needed to get up and stretch the kink in his spine out.
The man shifted, almost nervously, hesitating before he replied,
"I- I was-"
"But now?" Harry countered bluntly, his apprehension growing steadily.
"I- it doesn't matter-" He said slowly with a softer voice.
Harry froze on the ground when he spoke without his rough voice, tingles spread across his entire body and he felt a little faint. Where was the voice from? Why couldn't he place it properly?
Unable to reply, the man took the advantage of stepping closer and gripping his wand tighter.
"Are- are you a prisoner- from- from Azkaban?" the hard voice was back and it shook Harry from his stupor.
"No- No I'm not- why would-"
"Then why are dementors chasing you!" The man shouted over him, making Harry shrink back.
"I HAVE NO IDEA!" Harry yelled back at the man, getting annoyed at him and the whole entire situation.
"Yeah right." The man muttered, keeping his wand trained on him.
"Oh for God's sake." Harry said desperately, forgetting the wand on him and tried to get to his feet.
"Stay where you are!" the man shouted at him but Harry ignored him,
Swearing the man pointed his wand at him viciously and a red beam came out and hit Harry square in the chest, sending him to the ground and winding him. Gasping, Harry lay on the floor dazed and he vaguely heard Dudley say,
"What did you do, leave 'im alone!"
"Stand back." Harry's attacker said in a low voice, not turning away from him. Dudley fell silent.
"Dudley- run!" Harry rasped, rolling onto his side and coughing violently.
"I've had enough of this." The man said in a hard voice, he walked up to Harry and leant over, grasping his collar and lifted him to his feet. Harry gasped and flinched, waiting for the man to hit him or curse him.
His eyes flew open in surprise when the man did neither but instead swung him around and slammed him into the wall of the underpass. Harry let out a yelp and struggled, but the man just lifted him from the ground and kept him pinned against the wall.
Harry could see a flash of glasses in the dim ceiling lights, which flickered from above. Harry grabbed the arm that was holding him up for support and tried to catch his breath, his heart crashing against his rib cage and his breathing ragged.
A wand was stuck under his chin and Harry swallowed loudly. His attacker seemed to be torn between putting him down and going further, but instead he removed his wand and sighed.
"Who are you?" he whispered, almost to himself and before Harry replied the man raised his wand and said,
"Lumos."
A blue white light grew from the tip of his wand and Harry squinted at its brightness. Closing his eyes he waited until the man said something.
There was silence,
And then,
"Harry...?-!"
He opened his eyes slowly and the man gasped. Suddenly he was on the floor and the man had backed away from him. Now that Harry could see properly, he looked up into the lumos lit face of his attacker.
And all the breath went from him.
There, standing a little away from him was a tall and lean man, with pale skin, hazel eyes behind glasses like his own and messy black hair that framed his face.
It was like looking in a mirror, except this was no reflection.
Harry was looking at James Potter, his dead father.
"Oh."
James Potter was pointing his wand at the boy in front of him. He was unconscious and with a flick of his wand, he awoke him.
Once his patronus had left him, reality for James had set in. Why on earth would a dementor be chasing this person? Unless he was dangerous... And was on the run? Was it possible that the boy in front of him, groaning as he came back to the land of the living, was a prisoner? A criminal?
"Don't move." He said lowering his voice, so that nobody could try to figure him out. The boy moved on the ground and squinted up at him, James couldn't make out any of the boy's features so he hoped he wouldn't see him either.
"Who are you?" he said, sending shivers up James's spine, he tensed, wondering why that voice made him want to lay down his wand and help the boy.
"That is of no importance, the question is, who are you?-And why were you being chased by dementors?" He asked, shaking his head and repressing a feeling of protectiveness that was rising from his chest.
"Dudley-" the boy said, reminded James of the other kid that was also in the underpass, swearing silently he spun around and stuck his wand out, causing the other boy to yelp. Looking him up and down, James did not see any wand and therefore didn't see him as a threat; he cursed himself for not realising sooner. Looking at the boy's form, a memory was nagging at the back of his mind,
"Why does that name ring a bell..." he asked himself quietly.
"Leave him out of this, he's just a muggle." The boy on the ground said quickly, from behind him. James turned back towards him and pointed his wand at him again, smirking a little when the boy shifted, apparently uncomfortable.
"He's responding very well for 'just a muggle'"
"Are you an Auror?" The boy asked quickly
James shifted, unsure of how he was supposed to reply.
"I- I was-"
"But now?"
"I- it doesn't matter-" He said slowly with a softer voice.
James stepped closer and gripped his wand tighter; the boy was avoiding his questions.
"Are- are you a prisoner- from- from Azkaban?"
"No- No I'm not- why would-"
"Then why are dementors chasing you!"
"I HAVE NO IDEA!" he yelled at him,
"Yeah right." James snorted; keeping his wand trained on him.
"Oh for God's sake." The boy muttered and tried to get to his feet.
"Stay where you are!" James shouted, not wanting to hurt the boy, but keeping his wand on him. When the boy ignored him he cursed and felt a wave of magic run through him and pass out of his wand.
It flew into the boy square across his chest and James swore when he hit the ground and tried to catch his breath. Shocked, he jumped when the muggle spoke.
"What did you do, leave 'im alone!" James saw the boy move toward him and he pointed his wand at him
"Stand back."
"Dudley- run!" the boy croaked, rolling onto his side and coughing violently.
"I've had enough of this." James muttered and moved to get the boy to his feet so that he could see him in a better light. Seeing the lights on the ceiling of the underpass, James moved the boy towards the wall, but was shocked at his own strength when the boy gasped and yelped when he slammed him into the wall. James paused, wondering if he had hurt him but when the boy remained silent, he leant forward and asked,
"Who are you?"
The boy did not respond and in annoyance, he flicked his wand and whispered
"Lumos."
The light lit of the boy's face and James felt as if he was looking into his own face. He had the same glasses as him and black messy hair was in his face and hung over his eyes. His chest tightened and he felt as if he couldn't breathe. Staring at him, James felt a rise of guilt and anger over take him and he felt his hands shake as he held, the boy- his son, Harry.
"Harry...?-!"
And his son opened his eyes. Deep green eyes bore into him, wide, confused and unseeing. Through his shock, James could hear the screams of his wife as she tried to protect their son. The son that he was roughly keeping pinned against the wall.
Out of disgust at himself, he let go of Harry and he fell to the ground. James hardly realised he was moving away from him until he felt the other wall of the underpass press against his back.
He's alive, my son, Harry! My son is alive! And I just... scared the shit out of him... Oh.
Harry was looking at him in shock, his hands were shaking and his chest was heaving with quick breaths, James flushed and felt ashamed of himself, he was about to move forward to help him to his feet when another voice came from nowhere and made him freeze.
"Stay away from my Godson you filthy deatheater!"
Turning on the spot, James was met with a very angry and ragged, Sirius Black.
Mrs Figg was happily sitting in her living room, stroking one of her cats as he drank from a tea cup when the fireplace burst into action, filling the room with a green light and spitting out two dusty and swearing men.
Shrieking, the cat jumped from the sofa, causing Mrs Figg to drop her tea and leap from the sofa. Within the space of about two seconds, her evening had turned into pandemonium.
One of the men she recognised as Sirius Black, but before she could demand as to what going on, he leapt from the floor, yelling at the top of his voice and rushing towards the door, slamming it against the wall and leaving a trail of black dust across the carpet as he ran out onto the street, heading towards number four.
The other, Remus, stood slowly and groaned, rubbing his backside.
"Bloody landed on me, the dog." He muttered before freezing and looking up a very ruffled and confused Mrs Figg.
"What, may I ask, is going on?-!" She demanded. Remus winced and glared at where Sirius had disappeared.
"Sorry Mrs. Figg, we were with the Headmaster when he got a response from some sort of sensor, saying that someone had performed magic near here. We've come to check on Harry, to see if he's alright."
Mrs. Figg looked a little pale and she sank onto the sofa again, nodding to herself.
"Right, of course, is there anything I can do to help?" she asked in a shaky voice while brushing soot off herself distractedly.
Remus shook his head,
"Although, you could stop the neighbours from calling the police when they see a crazy looking man, covered in black soot running down the road. We could really do without that." He smiled and moved across the living room so that he could leave and follow Sirius before he did something stupid.
"Right, okay, I'll get right on that! Now go help Harry get out of whatever mess he's in now."
Remus nodded and left, running down the garden path and sprinting to catch up with his best friend.
He found him outside of Harry's aunt and uncle's house, slamming on the door with his fist.
When Harry's aunt Petunia opened the door with a huff, Remus jogged up behind Sirius and laid a hand on his shoulder. Both men flinched when Petunia let out a shrill scream,
"You- You're that-that Sirius Black- the murderer! Well he's not here; he left about an hour ago! Leave us alone and take him with you!"
She went to slam the door but Remus pushed past Sirius and put a hand on the door.
"Harry's not here? Where did he go?"
"What's going on dear?" Vernon called from inside the house, before waddling up to his wife and looking at the men outside. When he recognised them he glared.
"We don't want your folk here, bugger off!"
Sirius growled and Vernon and Petunia jumped and backed off a little.
"Where is my Godson you stupid man! If he's hurt- so help me- I'll take my boot and plant it straight up your-"
"-We need to know where Harry is, he could be in danger." Remus said loudly, cutting off Sirius and pushing him further away from the door.
"Danger- why?" Petunia asked quietly,
"Because there might be some men after him out there, we need to get him to safety." Remus replied, looking at Harry's aunt with a pleading gaze.
She looked thoughtful for a while before glancing at her husband.
"I sent him out, after dinner. He hadn't been out in weeks and I thought- thought that maybe he needed to get out for a while."
Vernon looked at his wife strangely, as if she had grown another head.
"I don't know where he would have gone though" she added softly.
Remus was losing his patients and his heart beat was rising out of fear for Harry.
"You don't have any clue?" he asked desperately.
"No I-"
"Probably gone to that bleeding park, rough kids hang around in those sorts of places." Vernon said, talking over his wife as he turned his back on the door and went back inside the living room.
Remus looked at Sirius and he shrugged at him, turning back to Petunia she nodded slowly,
"That is probably your best bet." She said with a tone of finality.
Remus nodded at her and turned to leave when she spoke again,
"Make sure he's alright – or- I'll- I can't stand him moping about any more." Remus looked at her with a brow raised. He smiled in response and dragged Sirius after him as he stared at Harry's aunt.
"Come on-" he muttered to Sirius as they began to run down the road, "- I don't think it's far from here."
...
When Remus and Sirius came across the park, their panic increased, there was nobody there and it was getting darker. A cool breeze hit them and both men shivered involuntarily.
"Remus- he's not here- where-" Remus held up a hand, cutting off Sirius as he closed his eyes and opened up his magic.
His wolfish qualities allowed him to have a sort of second sense when it came to magic, he could feel it when it had been used.
"Remus?" Sirius asked,
"Someone's apparated near here, in fact- just over-" he lifted his hand and opened his eyes, pointing towards a field behind the park "-there."
They remained silent, looking at where Remus had indicated,
"We need to split up." Sirius got out, after a minute. Remus nodded and moved towards the park.
"He was here, he must have been." Remus said quietly. "Let's check the perimeter; whoever they are could still be here.
Sirius nodded and moved after Remus,
"I'll go to the point of appearance and you can check the surrounding area." Remus pulled out his wand, remembering that Sirius had left his.
"Take my wand."
"But-" Sirius protested,
"I'll be fine; you however, need to make sure you can defend yourself." Sirius huffed but snatched the wand from Remus.
"I don't need looking after" he grumbled under his breath. Remus grinned and turned towards the field where he had felt the magic.
"Oh yeah- just sent up red sparks if you find him, I'll be there as soon as I can." Remus said over his shoulder and started running around the fence of the park, leaving Sirius standing there stupidly, looking around.
"If I were Harry, where would I go..." Sirius said to himself as he scanned the landscape, stopping when he looked towards a break in the trees; he squinted and could make out a patch of concrete in the shape of an arch. Stilling, he listened hard and could just make out faint traffic.
"Where there are other people, witnesses." Sirius muttered, jogging in the direction of what he thought was an underpass.
"Sirius?-!" Both Harry and James said at the same time, causing them to look at each other. Harry felt a little apprehensive, Sirius had just called this man a deatheater, and he began to back away from him slowly.
"Harry-" Sirius said, stepping towards him with his wand pointing at the man.
"No! You- you're- Peter said- you stay away from him." The man who looked like James said, growling as he moved in front of Harry and walked towards Sirius.
Sirius growled and moved forward as well, challenging him, "Get out of the way!" He said as a red beam came from his wand and narrowly missed James as he dodged it.
"He's not your Godson! Sirius Black is his Godfather; you're just wearing his face! Back off!" James yelled in retaliation, sending his own spell towards Sirius who had to duck and roll on the ground to avoid it.
Sirius pointed his wand at the sky and let off red sparks, much like the ones Harry had used when he had found Fleur in the maze last year.
"What would you know about it, you're just deatheater scum.-" Sirius spat, aiming his wand at the man who looked like James. "-Wormtail's probably trained you in all you need to know!"
"Peter told me about Harry, that he was-"
"A traitor?-! I'll bet he did, now back off or I'll take you apart." James stumbled back a little at Sirius's words and his wand lowered a fraction. Harry's heart was racing as he watched Sirius move forward a little, a livid expression on his face that made him shiver.
"No- he said- you- that you were a death eater- but, but I-" James stammered and took a step back, moving towards Harry again.
"-Of course he would have said that! That's what he told everyone when he blew up a street of thirteen muggles!-" Sirius sent another curse at James, who ducked and sent one back which missed.
"- Now who are you? How- dare you, look like him- like James!" Sirius spat, breathing heavily with a dangerous gleam in his eye.
James was shocked and paused,
"It's me- I'm James! Nobody else, I'm James Potter!"
Sirius let out a shout and caught James in the side with a silent spell that knocked him to the ground.
"JAMES POTTER IS DEAD!" Sirius yelled, watching as the other man scrambled to his feet and threw a shield around himself as Sirius sent a stunning spell.
"Oh really?-" James yelled back at him, "- If you truly believed that, the Sirius I know wouldn't be trying to stun me! He'd being trying to kill me!" James raised his wand and was about to send another curse towards Sirius when Harry let out a yell,
"NO! Don't- don't kill him! Please!"
James froze as he heard the fear in his son's voice, he looked over his shoulder and saw that Harry had stood up and was leaning heavily against the wall, his face was pale and he had one hand pressed against his forehead.
"You think that-" James whispered, but Sirius yelled over him,
"Harry! Run!"
Harry went red and shook his head,
"I'm not leaving you here!" leaving off 'with him' by shutting his mouth with a snap.
Sirius growled and was about to send another spell when another person came crashing through the undergrowth that surrounded the underpass.
Remus stopped and leaned over, breathing heavily and trying to say something,
"You- you found him-" he gasped and stood straight, freezing when he took in the scene before him. Harry was leaning against the underpass wall, clutching at his scar, standing in front of him was a tall man with his wand pointed out, looking very much like James Potter.
"James- What... Sirius?" Remus gaped as he stared at the man that could only be his best friend. He moved towards him but Sirius put an arm out and stopped him,
"It's not him- look, we need to get to Harry, I'll keep him busy while you get to Harry, okay?"
Remus nodded and moved around the pair that was locked in a standoff.
"Remus-?" James said in a shocked voice, taking his eyes off Sirius to look at him. Remus paused a little but shook his head, keeping his eyes off the figure, but that voice was so familiar it was almost torture not to run over and envelop James in a bone crushing hug. "You're with Sirius- but- this guy- he's a deatheater?"
"No- he's not, surely you'd know that, being one yourself" Remus spat, trying to get closer to Harry.
"But-" Sirius didn't let him get any further, he yelled and a red beam came rushing at James, who made a complicated move with his wand, sending back the spell towards the caster. Sirius moved out the way in time and James struck again, a yellow light almost hitting Sirius, skimming his arm and leaving a shallow cut.
The two continued to fight, beams of light crashing against each other and the men diving out the way when one came towards them. Both were knocked onto their backs at one time, but they were back on their feet in moments, sending curses back and forth once more.
Remus, keeping away from the fight, made his way over to Harry, who was kneeling on the ground when one spell almost hit him that was meant for James. His hand was away from his forehead but he was extremely pale and hadn't stopped shaking.
"Harry!" Remus called and he looked at him with wide eyes, searching Remus's face for some sort of explanation. "Keep your head down, I'm going to get you out of here."
Rushing to his side, Remus grabbed Harry's shoulders and looked him over for any wounds.
"Are you hurt?"
Harry shook his head and looked back at the two men fighting.
"Professor Lupin... What- what's going on, that- he looks like- it can't be him? Can it?" Harry unconsciously grabbed Remus by the wrist and was squeezing hard.
"Look Harry- we need to move, I'm taking you to Sirius's old house, Dumbledore's orders."
Harry looked at him wildly,
"Sirius's house? Dumbledore's orders? He hasn't contacted me all summer and now this happens?-!" he said angrily but letting Remus pull him to his feet and move him away from the fighting.
"Yeah come on-" Remus shouted over the noise, making Harry duck when a spell came over their way.
"But what's going to happen with my- with him? Do you think it's Voldemort?" Harry asked, getting to his feet and running with Remus to get out of the way of more spells.
"I don't know Harry, I've just got to get you out-"
"HARRY!" A shout make them both jump.
Harry and Remus looked around and found James staring at him desperately, his wand lowered a little and he took a step in their direction. Sirius took his chances and fired a stunning spell at him. It hit the man in the chest and he was blown off his feet and landed on his back a few feet away. Harry was breathing heavily and resisted the urge to go over to him.
Sirius looked over to Remus and chucked his wand at him, "Go and take Harry to safety, then come back for me and this piece of dirt." He indicated over his shoulder at the man flat out on the floor.
Remus nodded and grasped Harry by the shoulder, "This is going to feel a bit funny" he said before a crack rang out across the area. Both Harry and Remus were gone.
Sirius let out a sigh and looked at James; he walked over to him and sat down heavily. He grabbed the man's hand and looked it over, knowing that James had a small scar on his middle finger of his left hand from an accident in potions in fifth year, where Snape had shoved him in the shoulder when he had walked past, causing James to slice his finger open.
When he found it Sirius closed his eyes and held back a groan. He looked so much like him, it was so hard not to grab him and hug him. He lightly punched James on the chin, feeling anger rising within him.
"That's for Harry" He muttered quietly.
Five minutes later, Remus appeared next to him and knelt down, taking a hold of his shoulder and telling him to hold onto James.
The three men disappeared and left the area eerily quiet.
A few seconds after they had gone, Dudley appeared from the shadows of the underpass, looking around with a frown on his face.
"What the bloody 'ell was that all about...?" He said to himself before looking up at the sky. It started to rain and Dudley sighed in frustration and apparent confusion.
Moonlight ran across the elaborate carpets of the darkened room and broke around a figure that was lying on the floor, breathing heavily and shaking in terror.
A tall man robed in black prowled the shadows, holding a bone white wand in his left hand, twirling it teasingly as he watched the man on the floor in amusement.
"I'm not particularly pleased Wormtail." Lord Voldemort hissed quietly, making the man on the floor shiver and back feebly away from him.
"I – I am sorry- my my Lord-" Peter Pettigrew had a small cut down the side of his face and he was very pale. His small eyes were wide in fear and the pupils were dilated. "- I was not pre-prepared for his appearance."
"Fool!" Voldemort spat viciously, "Because of your blunder, James Potter has escaped me and may have fallen into the hands of the enemy!" pointing his wand at Peter he froze. A strange expression came over his face and his eyes became unfocused. Peter remained on the floor, eyes clamped shut, unaware of this occurrence.
Voldemort could feel a cold, sharp shock throughout his whole system. It was disjointed and irrelevant to his situation, but somewhere in the depths of his mind, he could feel Harry Potter's horror as he took in the face of his dead father.
The boy's shock was so apparent that he hadn't felt Voldemort enter his mind for a few seconds. Voldemort allowed a smirk overcome him and he laughed, his high voice echoing around the room and filling Peter with even more fear.
Voldemort lifted his wand and turned away from Peter, who was trembling on the floor, looking at his master with shock as he showed him his back.
Smiling evilly, Voldemort closed his eyes and revelled in his discovery, not only did he have a connection with the boy, but he could use it to unhinge him further. Hopefully, the appearance of his father would allow Voldemort to slip into his mind and bring him closer.
Maybe letting James Potter go was for the best, he could become the key to the boy's undoing. Harry Potter would rise with his support and crash and burn when Voldemort was there to take it away from him.
Chuckling, Voldemort turned on his heel to face Peter.
"Get up Wormtail; you have done me a great service tonight."
The room seemed to get a little colder when the Dark Lord smiled wildly and bared his teeth.
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