Hey guys it's a miracle! I am editing two chapters in one day! I do realise this is the most I have done in ages... Sorry about that...Yes I also do realise that I probably should be revising for my geography exams tomorrow but I find that this is a good stress release...
So as usual these main characters don't belong to me (this is a disclaimer) all except little Lucy and the cat knocker that were only in this story a bit last chapter...
Chapter 5
My feet slam onto the cold stone and the feeling of depression washes over me. Something bad has happened I can tell. People bump into me as they rush to something down the very street I was about to head for. I force my feet forward like they weigh twice as much as they do, it seem like I move a very slow inch towards my house.
Wormtail wouldn't have done this.
Would he?
Panic takes over I suddenly become light as a feather as I run round a corner into the crowd of witches and wizards making their way towards my house, I am hoping more than anything that I am wrong and that little Harry, my beautiful wife Lily and my best friend Sirius are safe and alive.
But I fear the worse.
My feet pound the earth as I round the corner and bolt down the road each side lined with cottages all still all quiet. My heart is now pounding in my head with a sickening beat.
My house, my wife, my son, my best friend are just round the next bend then I'm home safe.
I take my last steps to the bend as I round it the blood in my veins freeze.
My house is destroyed.
A large figure comes out of the remains of my house holding something small in its arms.
My son.
I sprint faster than ever to get my son back.
If my suspicions were correct then this boy is my boy.
The last of my family left, I fear if this figure is holding him and not Sirius or Lily.
I pull my wand out of the folds of Sirius's cloak and aim it at the large dark figure and shout "Stupefy!" The jet of red sparks hit the silhouette in the back and rebound.
'Wait'
I think to myself, I know who that is. That's Hagrid. I call out to Hagrid now
"Hagrid! Hagrid!"
The figure turns slowly and from the light from the tip of my Mahogany wand, that I bought 10 years earlier, I can see the tears swelling and falling from those dark eyes.
I fear the worst has indeed happened.
I come to a stop just a few inches from Hagrid mouldy rabbit skinned coat and shakily ask
"Hagrid, what happened?"
I can now see that Hagrid is beside himself with grief and my last hopes are washed away with every fresh tear that appears in his eyes. He looks up trying to focus and in a shaking voice answers
"He killed 'em. You know who killed 'em all but lit'le Har'y 'ere."
My knees shake so much that I collapse on the floor in despair hot tears cut deeply down Sirius's face that I will now have to wear in shame and in debt for the rest of my arrogant life. At my foolishness of leaving them! For changing the secret keeper. Everything's my fault. My fault! Nobody else's... All mine; I shouldn't have trusted Wormtail... I shouldn't have done. He has indirectly killed the two people I loved the most in the world.
Four words pulse through my head "Lily's dead, Harry's alive." Over and over again those pulse through my head until I gain some strength in my legs.
I weakly force myself up from the ash strewn ground to my numb feet and in the strongest voice I could muster
"Give him to me."
"No"
Hagrid replies in a barely holding it together tone...
"No"
"Give him to me Hagrid I am his godfather and his guardian. Give him to me"
I plead, frustrated that I can't tell Hagrid. I can never tell anybody of what I have done.
"I need my godson. Hagrid. I need him!"
"I can't Sirius. I can't. Dumbledore's orders. You know... He's going to Lily's sister."
"She hates him"
"I know but orders are orders you know that."
I now that this battle if going to be fruitless Hagrid would follow Dumbledore's orders to the grave and I couldn't kill this man as well. So I give up in pure grief that shakes my whole body. Then manage to say is a barley audible whisper
"Okay. Take the bike"
"What?"
"If I can't have my Godson then take my bike, as...as... as a gift."
I manage to force these words out but saying them makes me feel physically sick. How can I give my son up? How? But after what I have done to his mother and his godfather it's probably not best I keep him.
"But you love your bike."
"I won't need it anymore."
Hagrid wipes his eyes with one enormous hand sniffs and then nods curtly turns and walks away.
I stand still waiting and watching...
I hear the roar of Sirius's bike then fade into silence.
Now one word is engraved in my brain with burning fury;
Peter.
Peter.
Peter.
Hey guys there wasn't much editing needed here but I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There is some extra description. I hope to have edited the next chapter soon so I can get back to finishing writing the next chapter for you guys all to read.
