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Chapter: Divination
There was silence in the living room as three boys crowed around the laptop.
"Read it again, James…" said Sirius as he pulled away from their circle and started to pace the room.
"Sirius…"
"James, just read it!"
James sighed and read it out loud for the hundredth time, still unwilling to believe it, "During the worst days of the war, a prophecy was made by Sybill Trelawney about the person who would have the ability to defeat Lord Voldemort. There were two possible candidates, both born to members of the Order of the Phoenix in July of 1980: Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom."
"All of it," said Sirius
"Sirius, maybe…" Remus struggled to calm his pacing friend.
'Just read it."
"Dumbledore bade the Potters go into hiding with the protection of the Fidelius Charm. While James and Lily Potter wanted to have their close friend Sirius Black be their Secret-Keeper, Sirius thought the enemy would suspect him, but not a "weak, talentless thing" like Peter Pettigrew. Thus, Pettigrew became the Potters' Secret-Keeper. No one, not even Dumbledore or Remus Lupin, knew of the switch. However, Pettigrew was a traitor working for Voldemort, and he told his master that the Potters were hiding in Godric's Hollow."
James took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. This wasn't true, it wasn't going to happen.
Remus was facing the same predicament. After all, nothing they had read so far had been true.
"On 31 October, 1981, Voldemort travelled there himself. He killed James immediately,"
Sirius closed his eyes and willed himself not to start crying. James was alive; he could see him, hear him. He wasn't dead. His only family wasn't dead.
"But offered Lily a chance to save herself if she stepped away from the crib containing her infant son. Lily refused, and Voldemort killed her"
Here James' voice started to shake as he willed himself to continue reading. It was hard, but the memory of Lily very much alive kept him from stopping.
"Before turning the Killing Curse on Harry Potter. However, Lily's sacrifice gave her son the protection of an ancient magic, and the curse backfired, destroying Voldemort's physical body and leaving a lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead that a fragment of Voldemort's soul became attached to, inadvertently making Harry a Horcrux. Dark Lord fell, though he was not destroyed, sending his followers into disarray."
"Pads, we don't know if any of this is true." Said Remus
"It's all there." snapped Sirius, "In black and white. Our future. Right there!"
"Yeah and me and you are going to become spontaneously gay and start making out!" Countered Remus, "None of this is true, Seer."
"But…"
"He's right, Pads," said James, "Peter would never betray us to Voldemort. Besides the war will be over by the time we get out of school."
Sirius frowned still not completely convinced, but nodded, "You're right. It's insane to believe otherwise."
"Exactly! Like Muggles could ever tell our let alone anyone's futures" said James, "Now let's get out of here and play some Quidditch before I do anymore reading."
Remus rolled his eyes, "And here I thought you were growing up."
"Never, Moons," laughed James as he shut down the laptop and headed over to his broom closet. "Never."
"Hey," said Sirius after some thought, "If none of it is true then does that mean you'll never get Lily?"
James puffed out his chest, "Of course I will. That is the only thing those writers got right."
"Ha," snorted Remus, "I'm more likely to kiss Padfoot then for you to ever snag Lils."
"True," laughed Sirius and then he took off running as James chased after his friends.
"Oi, come back here!" he cried as the three rushed out of the house, all that they had read long gone from their minds.
…
Sirius Black was quite. That never sat well with James. He had known Sirius about 11 years and rarely had he seen Sirius be so still, so silent.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked his brother in all but blood.
Sirius shrugged and James sighed and sat down on the sofa. "Is it about…the meeting…about what Dumbledore had said?"
"He says it's one of the Marauders, that one of us turned traitor," whispered Sirius, still not looking at James.
James nodded, "And we know it's not me…and we know it's not you…"
"Cause I was with you guys the day the Bones died." Said Sirius
"Leaving only Remus and Peter," finished James.
Sirius didn't say anything and instead starred out the window.
"Who do you think it is?" asked James.
Sirius shrugged and starred down at his ring, simple gold band that signified his bonding to Remus, his mate. A smile tugged at his lips, how joys that day had been. When James had given his best man's speech, screaming to the world that he had beat Remus to it…a reference to a joke made long ago, long before Sirius or Remus had discovered their feelings and they had yet to join the Order and fight this war.
And then he frowned when he felt a nudge of a memory, something he had buried long ago…before the war. Searching and dragging it to the surface, he remembered…a night at the Potters and an odd muggle machine.
"Hey, James?" asked Sirius, "Do you remember the day your Dad gave us that Muggle searching machine…I think it was called a laptop?"
The End
Author Note:
This story has been a lot of fun to write and I would like to thank all of those who have stuck with it till the end. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.
Remember to check out my other 'changing the future of the Marauders' stories.
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HM
PS: Yeah I lied about the whole not being able to update. This chapter just popped into my head and it would have been a crime not to write it.
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