Savior
AN: Hello. So this story is Sirius saves Harry story except he also saves the Longbottoms. A few days after the Potter's death Sirius and the Longbottoms move to France. Since I don't speak French, when they are in France (or any french speaking countries) it will be normal. When they are anywhere that does not speak French, anything they say in {French will be written like this.}
As of yet, there are no pairings.
AN: 1ST YES I'M ALIVE. 2ND THIS STORY IS NOT ABANDONED (I lost interest and the I got it back and then I lost the journal that I am writing the hard copy in. Found it tonight 7/29/19), 3RD I AM REWRITING THIS STORY AND TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER (I've gone through the reviews looking at what you guys have pointed out. Thank You to everyone who did point something out. I am trying to be more descriptive. No promises on the grammar part though.) 4TH I have up to chapter 15 written but I have to get them typed so please be patient. THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed, Feel free to point stuff out, from any inconsistency to my terrible grammar, but be nice about it please and thank you. I love you guys!
[Parseltongue]
'Thoughts'
Chapter 1 Rewritten
And so It begins
31st October 1981
Marauder's Den, Diagon Alley
5 pm
Sirius groaned as he collapsed onto the threadbare couch, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The meeting had been grueling. Another long session listening to Albus Bloody Dumbledore drone on about the necessity of non-lethal force in dealing with Death Eaters. His blood boiled. How the hell are we supposed to win this war if we don't fight back? he thought bitterly, eyes flicking to the old clock hanging on the wall, its ticking a constant reminder of time slipping away.
A sharp pang of longing pierced him. He wanted nothing more than to go see James and Lily—and, of course, little Harry. The thought of the baby brought a smile to his face, a rare moment of warmth. Harry was like a beacon of light, cutting through the darkness that had overtaken their world. But then a cold thought crept into his mind, clouding the warmth: Harry has a prophecy hanging over his head. His heart twisted at the thought.
Sirius closed his eyes, his mind wandering to his brother and his small family. Please, Merlin, let them make it out alive, he silently prayed as he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Marauder's Den, Diagon Alley
7 pm
The sharp, shrill sound of the alarm sliced through the silence like a knife. "YEEOOOOOWWW. YEEOOOOOWWW." Sirius jerked awake, disoriented, his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes darted around, his mind racing to catch up. 'The alarm?' he thought, confusion swirling in his mind before terror settled in. He paled, realization dawning like a cold hand gripping his throat.
Peter. That was the only reason the alarm would go off—Peter had betrayed them.
Sirius' fists clenched, his teeth grinding. You son of a bitch. Fury, grief, and panic surged through him, pushing him into motion as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch and threw it on. The sharp image of a doe appearing in the middle of his living room almost made him stop in his tracks.
"Lily's Patronus," he whispered, his heart sinking as Lily's voice rang through the room, clear and urgent: "Sirius... Don't come to the cottage. Convince Mad-Eye of your innocence. And promise me you will take care of Harry. Don't let Albus put him with my sister. If you can't convince Moody, send my will to Alice and Frank. On second hand, make a copy and send it to Severus just in case. We love you, Sirius. Make sure you raise Harry like he's your own. Now go. Lily, take Harry and go."
The words hit him like a hammer, his throat closing around a sob. Sirius' chest tightened as he heard James' voice, full of love and strength, as the doe's Patronus faded into nothingness.
"I solemnly swear to raise him as my own, Lily. He will grow up loved, and he will know of his parents' bravery and how much they loved him. I swear it," he whispered to the empty room, his voice thick with emotion as he clutched Lily's will. Time to convince Mad-Eye, he thought grimly as he apparated from the apartment.
Mad-Eye Moody's House, Location Unknown
7:30 pm
"Mad-Eye! You paranoid bastard, get your ass out here!" Sirius shouted toward the small, nondescript house in front of him. But this house was anything but ordinary—its outer appearance was deceptively normal. The strange charm that protected it from prying eyes made it a perfect hiding place for a mad, battle-hardened Auror.
"What do you want, you lily-livered traitor?" Mad-Eye's voice barked from inside, followed by an Expelliarmus shot through the window.
"Protego!" Sirius shouted instinctively, deflecting the spell, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite the gravity of the situation. At least he's still got some fight in him, Sirius thought as he dodged another hex.
"Reducto! Why should I believe you?" Mad-Eye snapped, relentless.
"Look out the window and I'll swear an oath that I didn't do it," Sirius called, narrowly avoiding the blast of the Reducto spell. The hexes were becoming decidedly less harmless by the second.
"Prove it," Mad-Eye growled, stepping into view, wand raised.
Sirius exhaled slowly, then raised his voice in a clear, powerful declaration: "I, Sirius Orion Black, hereby swear on my life and my magic that I did not betray my brother in all but blood, James Isaac Potter, nor his wife, Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, to the man known as Voldemort." A brilliant, golden light flared around him, casting long shadows on the walls of the yard.
Mad-Eye eyed him for a moment before a nod of approval came. "Well, you're still standing, Black. Now prove you still have magic."
"Lumos," Sirius muttered, the tip of his wand glowing like a beacon in the dark. Mad-Eye limped closer, a reluctant respect flickering in his one good eye.
"Nox," Sirius added, the light dimming, leaving the night shrouded once more.
"Well, this is something," Mad-Eye said, quirking an eyebrow.
"I'm going to the Potters' to get Harry. You'll back me at the Ministry?" Sirius asked, straightening his jacket and fixing his gaze on the older Auror.
"I'll meet you there in two hours," Mad-Eye said with a curt nod, and with a crack, he disappeared, leaving Sirius alone once more.
Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow
8 pm
Sirius' heart dropped as he appeared on the front lawn of the Potters' home. The familiar, comforting sight of the cottage was now a nightmare. The front door stood wide open, inviting him into the wreckage. One side of the roof had collapsed, a gaping hole exposing the sky above. His legs almost gave way beneath him as the weight of what had happened crashed into him.
He stood still for a moment, breathing deeply, forcing himself to focus. Panic won't help anyone, he thought. His pulse hammered in his ears as he scanned the ruined house, a feeling of dread curling in his gut.
A rustling noise behind him snapped him from his thoughts. He spun around, heart leaping into his throat. "Hagrid?" Sirius asked, voice thick with disbelief.
"Sirius," Hagrid's deep voice rumbled, as the half-giant approached, his massive frame looming in the twilight.
"Hagrid, wait. Let me do it," Sirius said quickly, his eyes darting back to the ruined building.
"Ehh?" Hagrid asked, confused.
Sirius didn't answer. Together, they moved toward the remnants of the house, the smell of destruction thick in the air. The devastation was unbearable, and when Sirius reached the body of James, he dropped to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"James," Sirius sobbed, his voice cracking. "Oh, Prongs. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The pain of the loss was almost unbearable. His mind reeled with memories of their friendship—James' laughter, his bright hazel eyes lighting up with mischief. It was all gone. The world was colder now. There would be no more late-night planning sessions. No more running on full moons. No more jokes.
With trembling hands, he reached forward and gently closed James' lifeless eyes. The action felt so final, and Sirius could barely breathe, as if the weight of the loss might crush him.
A sudden wail from upstairs pierced the silence. It was a sound so heartbreaking, so raw, that it cut through his grief like a knife. The cry of his godson.
"Harry!" Sirius called, his voice shaking as he rushed upstairs.
AN: That's it for this chapter. Review Please. And Let me know what pairings you would like to see.