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Author's note: Many thanks to my amazing beta readers Jo Wickaninnish, Whimsy and CornedBee, and to Dinka Kartinka, without whom it would never have been published.
The Godfather Part I – Decisions
Chapter 1 – The Perfect Plan
Sirius was humming to himself as he
flew over London. He was in a good mood. Things had been quite tense
in the past few weeks, after Professor Dumbledore had made it clear that
James, Lily and Harry were in great danger, but today, a week after
the Fidelius Charm had been performed, still nothing had happened at all.
The Death Eaters hadn’t even come looking for Sirius, although he
was the obvious Secret-Keeper for James. Apparently, Dumbledore had
been exaggerating about the threat.
Sirius, however, had been
lonely. He couldn’t visit James, obviously, and Peter was in
hiding too. As was Sirius, strictly speaking. But tonight, he had
mounted his motorbike and flown to London to check up on Peter. The
poor boy was probably too terrified to have any fun. It was a big
responsibility, of course, being James’ Secret-Keeper, and for a
fleeting moment, Sirius wondered if it might be too much for Peter. He had
never been the strongest of the Marauders. Sirius quickly pushed this
thought away. Of course Peter was up to the task. He had to be. It
was the perfect plan after all.
Sirius landed on the pavement and
parked his motorbike against a wall. He had only recently discovered
the charms that kept the Knight Bus from being seen by Muggles, and
had added those features to his motorbike. “Muggles! Don’
look properly, do they,” Daniel Shunpike had said. And that had
turned out to be the brilliant idea behind the charm. Sirius smiled
to himself. He always loved figuring out obscure or complex charms.
He knocked on the door of Peter’s
flat, amusing himself with the mental image of Peter having a heart attack
at the sound: he would think it was the Death Eaters.
Therefore, it was not really surprising that after a minute Peter
still hadn’t opened the door. Sirius briefly considered
sneaking in, but he finally decided to act responsibly today and call
for Peter instead.
“Peter!” he shouted at the
closed door. “Peter, it’s me! Open up!”
Another minute passed, and still
nothing had happened. Sirius started to feel uncomfortable. What if
they had come for Peter? What if they had found out about the plan?
What if they had taken Peter away? Peter wouldn’t survive that;
he wasn’t strong enough, he would break.
Sirius nervously looked around, but no
one was in sight. He took out his wand and whispered, “Alohomora.”
He stepped inside.
The hall was empty.
The door to the living room was slightly ajar. Sirius pushed it open,
frightened of what he would see. But there was no blood. No broken
furniture. No sign of a struggle at all.
Ice formed in his
stomach, and his brain seemed to want to tell him something, but he
didn’t want to hear it. He walked to Peter’s bedroom. No
Peter. Sirius stood very still for a moment; then he walked to the
wardrobe and opened the door.
The wardrobe was
Sirius sank to his
knees, his face in his hands, as the horrible truth dawned on him.
Dumbledore had been right after all. There had been a spy. And it
hadn’t been Remus.
They had been
stupid. Stupid to refuse Dumbledore’s offer, stupid to change
Secret-Keepers. Sirius had been the most stupid of all, with his
‘perfect plan’. No one would suspect Peter as the
Secret-Keeper, no, indeed. Because no one would be stupid enough to
make Peter Secret-Keeper.
Peter. How could it
be Peter? He might not be the most talented wizard, but he was a good
friend. He always found tricky solutions to practical problems –
that was his real strength. He was often annoying as well, but still
– he was a good friend.
Not any more. The
tidy, unscathed house and the empty wardrobe proved it: Peter was
no longer Sirius’ friend. No matter how little Sirius wanted
to believe it, there really was a traitor. Peter had betrayed them.
Peter. The weak
wizard whom Sirius had trusted beyond all others, apart from James.
suddenly realised that he was wasting time. He had to warn James.
They had to perform the Fidelius Charm again. And Dumbledore needed to be
alerted. But James first.
Sirius rushed out
of Peter’s flat. Within a minute, he was flying again, to
Godric’s Hollow. The Fidelius Charm didn’t prevent him
from knowing where James lived; it prevented him from noticing James.
He would just have to speak into nothing and hope James was
listening. Sirius would not be able to hear a spoken reply, but they
would find a way to communicate.
If the Fidelius Charm hasn’t already been broken.
motorbike swayed dangerously, but Sirius hardly noticed. Could the
charm be broken already? Would Peter really betray his best
friends to Voldemort? Would he really betray their trust?
Cold logic pulled Sirius back to the
horrible reality. Peter had gone from his home voluntarily. If he had
told Voldemort James’ whereabouts as soon as they had met,
Voldemort could be in Godric’s Hollow right now. James, Lily
and little Harry could already be dead.
Sirius urged his bike to go faster. It
couldn’t happen, could it? Voldemort caused death and destruction
everywhere, but James? Surely not James? It wouldn’t get the
But Sirius didn’t believe himself
any more. The Marauders were already lost. Peter had gone over to the Dark
Side. They would never be the same again. And James might be dead.
The final minutes of the journey were
agonizing. It was only six minutes from Peter’s house to
Godric’s Hollow at this speed, and the sensible part of him,
which he hadn’t even known he had, had told him he was much too
upset to Apparate. He would have been splinched for sure. However,
that knowledge didn’t make it easier.
Thoughts about Peter kept haunting him – Peter on the Hogwarts Express in their first
year, Peter with Voldemort, Peter when he was made Secret-Keeper,
Peter laughing evilly over James’ dead body, Peter last week.
Peter evil, Peter not evil.
Finally Godric’s Hollow came into
sight, and all thoughts of Peter disappeared from Sirius’ mind.
There was no Dark Mark. A great wave of relief swept over him; James
and Lily were still alive. Sirius had never felt this anxious. He had
to get to them and get them out of there before Voldemort arrived.
He passed a couple of large trees, and
got his first sight of the house.
Or what had once been the house. It was
The world came crashing down on him. He
howled. He was too late. His best friend and his family, all dead.
And it was his fault. His stupid mistake.
Sirius wasn’t sure how he managed
to get his bike safely to the ground. But he was sure of one thing:
he would find Peter and kill him for this. He didn’t care if doing so
landed him in Azkaban for murder, as long as Peter paid for what he
Rage like he had never felt before was
eating Sirius’ insides when he prepared to change into his dog
form to try to find Peter’s scent. He took one last human look
at the ruined house – and he saw movement. He took a few steps
forward, his wand ready, in a shaking hand.
He lowered his wand again, surprised,
when he recognised the huge form that climbed out of the ruins,
carrying something small. “Hagrid?”
Hagrid looked up. “Sirius Black?”
“Hagrid, what happened?”
Sirius rushed forwards, but stopped abruptly when his eye fell on the
bundle of blankets the giant was carrying. “What’s that?”
“It’s little Harry,”
Hagrid said, sniffing slightly. “Poor boy, he’s lost his
parents. But he’ll be famous in our world, as The Boy Who
Lived. The one that defeated the Dark Lord.”
gone, Sirius,” Hagrid said. “He killed James an’
Lily, but he couldn’ kill Harry.”
Sirius stared at
the bearded face in front of him. He saw a gleaming tear slowly make
its way down Hagrid’s cheek.
defeated ...” he managed. “James ...”
And it was all
Peter’s fault. Sirius felt the anger well up in him again, and
straightened up, just as Hagrid said, “Sirius, I’m
goin’ ter take Harry to Hogwarts.”
“No!” Sirius exclaimed.
“Why Hogwarts? Hagrid, give Harry to me! I’m his
godfather, I’ll take care of him!”
“Can’t do that, Sirius,”
Hagrid said. “Orders from Professor Dumbledore.”
Sirius stared at him, thoughts racing
through his head. He wanted to hunt Peter down, but suddenly that did not
seem the most important thing in the world. Harry was that now. Harry
had no one left, aside from Sirius. Harry was going to Hogwarts, and
so was his godfather.
They drove to Hogwarts together, on Sirius’
giant motorbike. Hagrid had agreed to let Sirius hold
Harry, while Hagrid steered the bike. Although it was the middle
of the night when they arrived, Sirius didn’t feel tired at
all. He was feeling anger and hatred directed towards Peter, the
traitor, but he also felt compassion and love for the baby in his
Hagrid parked the motorbike next to his
hut. The Hogwarts grounds were eerily quiet. Sirius wanted to shout,
howl, cry, to somehow break the silence, but he didn’t. They
walked in complete silence to the castle, up the marble staircases
Sirius knew so well, to Dumbledore’s office.
“Chocolate Frog,” Hagrid
said to the stone gargoyle.
They stepped on the staircase and let
it take them up. Hagrid knocked and opened the door. Dumbledore was
sitting behind his desk, and he raised his eyebrows slightly upon
“Sit down,” Dumbledore
said. “Were there any problems, Hagrid?”
“No, Professor Dumbledore, sir,”
Hagrid replied. “House was almost destroyed but I got him out
all right before the Muggles started swarmin’ around. And then
I met Sirius.”
Dumbledore shifted his gaze to Sirius.
“How did you know?” he asked calmly.
“I went to check up on Peter,”
Sirius said harshly. “He wasn’t there. No signs of
struggle, no clothes. He’s gone. The little rat!” He
swallowed hard. “Then I went to Godric’s Hollow. But –
but I was too late.”
Sirius would have buried his face in
his hands, but they were still holding Harry. Instead he looked at
his godson and carefully traced the cut on the little forehead with
“Peter? Peter Pettigrew betrayed
Lily an’ James an’ Harry?” Hagrid asked.
“He did,” Dumbledore said.
Sirius looked up from the child in his
arms. “How did Harry survive?”
“We may never know,”
Dumbledore said cryptically. After a pause, he said, “Do you
know, Sirius, whether Harry has any other relatives except Lily’s
sister Petunia and her husband?”
“He hasn’t got any
relatives at all,” Sirius said. “Petunia Dursley and that
husband of hers don’t count.”
“I’m afraid they do count,”
Dumbledore said. “Harry will have to go and live with them.”
Sirius’ eyes widened in shock.
Then he relaxed. Dumbledore was joking, of course. It was a strange
moment to be joking, but Dumbledore had always been eccentric.
“I thought you meant it for a moment there, Professor.
Luckily Harry doesn’t have to live with the Dursley family.”
“What do you mean, Sirius?”
Sirius felt his mouth fall open.
Dumbledore wasn’t joking. “Don’t you know James
made me Harry’s guardian?”
“Ah,” said Dumbledore.
“Well, Sirius, I’ll fetch Madam Pomfrey. You and Harry
need a good night’s sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”
Sirius didn’t react. He couldn’t
think straight, but he doubted that the lateness of the hour was the only reason. And he was sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.
Besides, wasn’t Dumbledore avoiding the topic of where Harry
would go now?
But before Sirius had sorted it all out
in his head, Madam Pomfrey had arrived with Dreamless Sleep Potion.
Dumbledore escorted them to a room near his office, and conjured a
little bed for Harry next to the normal-sized one in the room. Sirius
insisted on helping to put Harry to bed and only agreed to drink his
own potion after the small boy was asleep. Then he fell into a deep,