Prologue-October 31, 1981
Disclaimer: All characters belong to
J.K. Rowling. I am just playing.
had had a very uneasy feeling all day. It was something that he just couldn’t
shake, and he couldn’t concentrate on anything. All day his mind had
been on the Potters. He didn’t know why, but he was suddenly questioning his
decision to switch with Peter and allow him to be their Secret-Keeper. Peter
was the least likely to be targeted by Voldemort, and certainly the
least likely to be the spy. No, Sirius would be the one Voldemort would come
for. It was the perfect diversion.
changed because he feared death. It was quite the opposite. He would die
before he betrayed Lily, James, and Harry. He feared the Veritaserum that he was
sure to be given, and didn’t like the thought that he could be forced to
give up his friends' whereabouts. He didn’t like anyone else controlling him,
and this way he couldn’t tell, even if he wanted to. He didn’t fear the Death
Eaters, either. He almost welcomed a fight for his life and the adrenaline
rush that would come with it. He just didn’t want to be the death of two of
his best friends and his godson.
He did, however
feel bad about for switch for Peter’s sake. Wormtail had begged him to
let him do it. He was eager and just wanted to help. Sirius had to admire him
for it, but he wasn’t sure if Peter knew what he was getting himself into. He
didn’t want to endanger his friend, but he knew that Harry must be protected at
all costs and it seemed that Wormtail understood that as well. He could do no
more than he already had. Surely, Wormtail would not betray them.
He had finally
gotten to the point where he just couldn’t sit still any more and had to go
check on them. It was long past nightfall when he left his flat. He hopped on
his motorbike and when he was outside of the city, he took to the sky. The
bike had definitely been worth the investment. Had it not been for chill he
been feeling creep through his body, he would have been enjoying himself.
Very little compared to the wind combing though his hair and the sheer power
that came from the bike. It was freedom, most of the time. But even that
didn’t stop the shivers going down his spine.
He nearly fell
off the bike when he saw Godric’s Hollow. From the sky, it looked as if the
roof had caved in. He had hunch as to what caused that and he dearly
hoped that he was wrong.
He felt like he
had been hit in the stomach with a Bludger as he landed the bike. Wormtail.
Wormtail had done this. His blood was boiling and he was almost blinded by the
hatred that slowly consumed him, like the fire smoldering in the front yard.(Nice!)
He hoped to God this wasn’t what it looked like. He dashed toward the house as
quickly as his legs could carry him.
he yelled as he burst through the front door.
It had been
unlocked. Bloody hell, this couldn’t be a good sign. His eyes fell over the
room and took in all of the damage. Even though nothing was going on, the
place was total chaos. Furniture was overturned, books were lying face down on
the floor, some with pages loose, and there was a gaping hole in the ceiling.
Sirius could see up to the second floor. From the doorway he could see a
figure lying on the floor, covered by the rafters. He went to unearth what
turned out to be James Potter’s body. He almost recoiled at his
friend’s blank face. His wand was still tightly clutched in his left hand,
where it must have been when he died. He had died fighting. There was no other
way James would have gone. Sirius punched the nearest wall, his eyes burning.
It took a
little bit for him to get his bearings straight, but when he did, he noticed a
sound coming from the demolished upstairs. It was faint, but definitely
there. He reluctantly left James to find the source of the noise. He
carefully climbed the stairs, half of which had been blown away from the wall.
He stayed close to the wall and had to jump a few gaps. More than once, the
step under him threatened to break and even lost pieces as he stepped on it.
The closer he got to the upstairs, the more he was able to discern what he was
hearing. It was a baby crying.
around the wreckage and tried to find his godson. He got to the nursery door
to find that he couldn’t get it open. Alohomora didn’t work. He pushed on it
a little and it gave slightly, but wouldn’t open. Something was in the way.
He didn’t want to kick the door in, just in case Harry was right inside.
bellowed, and the door smashed to bits. He ran into the room and could
see a flash of red on the floor next to the crib. He let out a slow
breath, forced down the lump in his throat, and tried not to think about it.
Not too far
from his mother’s body lay Harry Potter, alive under his upturned crib, which
must have saved him from the falling shrapnel. Sirius very carefully flipped
the crib over and picked up a screaming Harry. Much to his horror, Harry’s
head was covered in blood. He took a handkerchief out of the pocket of his
jeans and tried to clean him up. When he had wiped all of the blood away, a
lightening shaped cut was visible in the middle of the boy’s forehead. What
the devil? Something had definitely happened, but Sirius couldn’t figure out
what or how he even survived. He really didn’t care at the moment and was just
glad he was alive, but it was probably important.
He didn’t have
the time to think about that. He had to get Harry out and get to Dumbledore.
It probably wouldn’t be too long before Aurors got there. He didn’t really
relish that thought much.
he said to the boy, who had stopped crying by this point, “Time to go.”
him in his jacket and made a sling which hung around his neck, though he still
held on to Harry with one hand. He got on the bike and took off toward
Hogwarts. Dumbledore would have an answer. It was what he needed most right
right in front of Hagrid’s hut and dashed into the castle. Harry had fallen
asleep around the time they crossed over into Scotland, which was fine with
him. It would be easier to speak with the headmaster this way.
As soon as he
entered the castle, he was intercepted by Professor Minerva McGonagall.
Sirius,” she greeted him a little sharply, which was almost cheerful for
have to speak to Dumbledore. It’s important.”
answered him. They walked in silence to the Headmaster’s office as Sirius was
left wondering how Dumbledore knew. The man never missed a trick. He had to
smile to himself. He just hoped that he would be believed by the old warlock.
If Dumbledore didn’t believe him, he was done for.
He entered into
the office, which was much less inviting than he remembered. Albus Dumbledore
waited patiently behind his desk.
“Please have a
didn’t do this,” he blurted out, “Peter and I switched. I swear I would never
For a moment,
Professor Dumbledore was still. Sirius was unconsciously holding his breath.
Dumbledore then silently nodded. Sirius let out a sigh of relief.
I was about to send Hagrid out to get him.”
down at the boy and wondered why he wanted Hagrid to find Harry. He didn’t
like where this was going at all.
“It seems the
first part of the prophecy has been fulfilled.”
nodded, a little curtly, as the old man was stating the obvious.
“He will need
to be well hidden. No doubt Voldemort’s supporters will be looking for him.”
didn’t have a good feeling about the look he was being given.
taking him away from me,” he growled.
“I’m afraid I
have to,” Dumbledore answered a little too calmly. It was really nerve
grating that the man could be so calm at a time like this.
“No you can’t!”
Sirius shouted, “He was left to me by his parents! His parents just died to
protect him and I’ll be DAMNED if he goes to those relatives of his! You can
at least respect James and Lily by granting their wishes!”
him a stern look, but Sirius refused to back down.
Professor,” Sirius begged, albeit through gritted teeth, “Let me keep
him. I can protect him.”
“I cannot do
that. He needs to grow up away from our world.”
raise him as a Muggle,” he answered stubbornly, “Whatever it takes.”
would be a little too difficult.”
“But I can do
it. Please. Lily and James trusted me with their son, that should be good
enough for you.”
quiet for a few minutes, got up, and walked toward the fireplace. Sirius
inwardly groaned as the older man paced about the room.
Peter? Do you know where he is?”
hiding behind garbage bins in Knocturn Alley like the coward he is,”
Sirius spat angrily, “I’ll get him for this.”
“That would not
be wise. You could end up in more trouble than you can get out of.”
“Then do the
one thing that will assure you that I won’t go after a Death Eater who betrayed
the best friend I had ever had,” Sirius countered testily, “You can’t expect me
to sit here and do nothing if I have nothing holding me back but your word.
Once again, I am not a Death Eater out to kill the boy.”
thought on this a moment and Sirius could tell by the look on his face that he
was stuck. Good. He wasn’t going to let Dumbledore take his godson
from him. Harry was HIS responsibility now and that was final..
Sirius. However, I will only agree under certain, VERY strict conditions,” he