Author’s Note: As of 17 July 2003, this story has
been Order of the Phoenix-ized.
However, since I began writing way back February, there are some
important plot aspects that will not change.
Fortunately, that is the beauty of an Alternate Universe. Arabella Figg, for example, is not a Squib
in this universe. There are a few other
minor differences, but I do hope you’ll enjoy Promises Unbroken
regardless of those. Thanks for all
those who have continually read my story, and I hope you continue to enjoy it.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings of Harry
Potter belong to the wonderful and talented J.K. Rowling, whom I thank very
much for the loan of her playground.
The plot, however, and anything you do not recognize, belongs to
me. I am not making any profit from the
writing and display of this story, except for gratification of my ego and
quenching my thirst to write.
“Then you should have died!”
roared Black. “Died rather than betray
your friends, as we would have done for you!”
Prologue: As We Would Have Done for
Upon the hill sat a monument of
stone, shaped in the form of a pillar.
It was made of gleaming black marble, with a six-pointed gold star on
the top. Inscribed upon the memorial
were the words:
Faithful until the
Gone, but never
set over Godric’s Hollow, its rays reflected off of the six-pointed star, it
illuminated the faces of the three men who stood silently before the
monument. At the bottom of the hill
stood a red-haired woman, but she was separate from the others, allowing them a
last goodbye. However, even she would
never have claimed that the wind caused the tears in her eyes. To do such would be to dishonor the most
noble of sacrifices. The men gathered
at the monument knew she understood, and knew she shared their grief, but this
was a moment that they alone could share.
the monument was not a tombstone, and nor was the hill a graveyard. His body, after all, had never been found.
after what seemed to be an eternity of silence, the center man spoke. He was around thirty years old, with unruly
black hair, and hazel eyes that might have been striking if they had not been
so sad. “True friendships never really die,”
he whispered heavily and slowly. “And
family isn’t defined by blood. It’s
made strong by bonds that won’t break, tempered and tested by trials and pain. What we are is brothers, and as such we
remain, loyal to one another until the end.
And no matter what happens between this moment and then, I shall always
be thankful to have had such friends.”
shorter and slightly plumper figure to his left sobbed, his blond head shaking
in the desperate disbelief they had lived with for over a decade.
until the end,” the third man quoted in a choked voice. His light brown hair was already streaked
with gray despite his relative youth, and tears shone in his blue eyes. “Oh, Padfoot…why did you have to mean that
always thought he would be the last to go,” the short man added.
the first, in a blaze of glory.” The
center man pushed his glasses up his nose convulsively, as if searching for
something to do with his hands. “He’d
hate us not knowing.”
right most figure laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “He made his choice, Prongs…and it was one
he would have been proud of.”
know… I just miss him.” Finally, James Potter let the tears fall. “It’s been ten years… And I still want him
back. I still wish he hadn’t done it.”
not your fault, James,” Peter Pettigrew whispered. “It’s not anyone’s fault, except for
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s. You never
thought he’d have to die for you.”
if I hadn’t asked him…”
Lupin turned and wrapped his arms around his friend. “Don’t even say it, James.
Don’t do this to yourself. You
don’t know what would have happened in the war, and you don’t know if Sirius
would have lived or died. Don’t kill
yourself over what might have been. We
can’t change that now. All we can do is
honor his sacrifice. All we can do is
remember the good times. And we can go
on with our lives, as Sirius would have wanted us to. Let us remember him as he was and live for the days he let us
hate the fact that he died for me,” Potter replied stubbornly, his face buried
in Lupin’s shoulder. James Potter was a
strong man, but there were moments when he needed this.
gave him a gentle glare. “You’d have
done the same for him, James, just as any of us would have for each other. You said it yourself—we are more than just
friends. And Sirius”—here, his voice
finally broke—“Sirius gave us a future.
He kept you, and Lily, and Harry safe.
I think he’d be proud of that.”
died a hero,” Peter added. “Just like
he always wanted.”
don’t think he endured Voldemort’s torture out of a desire to be a hero,
Peter!” James snapped. He might have
gone on if not for Remus’ embrace.
didn’t mean it that way, James.” He
tightened his arms around his friend.
“But he’s right, in a way. No
matter what they did to him, Sirius never broke. He did die a hero.
And I wish I could thank him for saving you almost as much as I wish we
could have him back.”
might have been fooled by his friend’s calm voice if he hadn’t seen the tears
streaming down Remus’ face. “Me, too.”
me,” Peter whispered. “I wish it hadn’t
been this way.”