Pottergirl
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Well, hello there, dear reader ^^
I was in a Harry Potter-mood today, so I wrote a one-shot about Sirius.
It's about the moment he discovers what has happened to James en Lily.
It's a really emotional moment for Sirius, and I just tried to put that moment into words. Personally, I think it worked out pretty well.
The title of this story, 'Changes', refers to the fact that Sirius' life is turned upside-down by what happened after his best friend and wife were killed - Sirius' period in Azkaban, wanting his revenge on Pettigrew, consumed by grief about the deaths of his best friend and wife.
I'd like to know what you think. If you find any mistakes, please PB me so I can change it. Other comments/critizism can be posted in this topic, or can be sent to me by PB.
Pottergirl
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Changes
Sirius was looking at Peter. His eyes had widened, his face was very pale and he looked serious – a rare thing.
‘Peter, what happened?’
His voice seemed to be coming from far away, and it trembled slightly as he spoke. He kept looking at Peter, who was looking at his wand between his fingers. When Peter didn’t answer, Sirius glanced at the wreckage behind him again. For a split second, he thought Peter was gone when he turned his head back, but Peter was crouching on the ground – he had dropped his wand.
‘Peter, tell me what happened!’
He was anxious to hear what was going on and he felt a strong desire to know where James and Lily were, and their little baby son, Harry.
Peter straightened up again, but there was something different about him. The way he looked at Sirius made Sirius frown. He was just about to ask what was wrong, when Peter opened his mouth.
‘James and Lily are dead, Sirius. The Dark Lord was very pleased when I helped him to find them.’
And before Sirius could even response, there was a loud BANG. Sirius fell to his knees at the impact of the explosion. He heard the sound of screaming voices, and he thought he could hear Peter’s voice, too. He didn’t know what to do. He looked around, but the smoke was blocking his sight. He knew he had to get his wand, he knew he had to get after Peter, he knew he had to do something, but a strange feeling made him stop.
He straightened up, feeling like he had just been Petrified and Un-Petrified in a few seconds. The smoke slowly started to drift away.
Sirius stared blankly at the street, which had cracked at the impact of the explosion. He knew Peter wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. James and Lily just couldn’t be dead. He surely had made a joke, like they were back at Hogwarts again. Actually, Sirius thought bluntly, actually it was kind of funny. Voldemort had been looking for James and Lily and Peter just made a joke about Voldemort finding James and Lily and killing them.
He started to laugh.
First, he laughed softly, looking at the street, but when he became aware of the destroyed house in front of him, he laughed even harder. That must be part of the joke, too. He laughed, and laughed, like he had never laughed before. The sound of sirens reached his ears, but he started to laugh as hard as he could, trying hard not to hear the sound of the sirens. He wasn’t aware of the fact that several Muggles were a little way further on the street, shocked, wounded, some of them dead…
Suddenly, reality came upon him like a square smack in the chest. His laughter died out, the deafening silence overwhelmed him. It’s not a joke. He looked at the destroyed house again. He took a few steps forward, until his feet were in the middle of some splintered wood and fragments of glass. Peter was the Secret-Keeper. He did betray James and Lily. He did tell Voldemort where they were.
Sirius slammed down on his knees again, ignoring the pain of a fragment of glass cutting into his left knee. In fact, he didn’t even feel the pain. His body was paralysed, his mind blank. James and Lily are dead. He stared at a shattered piece of the window that was lying a few feet further away from him. James and Lily are dead. Dead. His vision got misty. He didn’t swallow, he didn’t try to stop the tears to stream down his face. He just let them. His cheeks got wetter and wetter, his shoulders kept shaking, and he didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt the weight of a massive hand on his right shoulder.
‘Sirius? Yeh okay?’
Hagrid’s voice sounded thick with tears, too, but Sirius didn’t listen to him. James and Lily are dead.
Hagrid’s footsteps made the ground shake a little, but Sirius still didn’t response. Hagrid seemed to be looking for something in the wreckage that had once been the house of James and Lily Potter.
Sirius just sat there. James and Lily are dead.
He heard Hagrid almost cry in relief when he lifted up a small bundle of blankets from the ruins.
Sirius had almost forgotten about Harry. He got to his feet immediately.
‘Is he still alive?’ he asked. His voice was hoarse.
Hagrid nodded silently, his large fingers caressing the blankets and gently brushing some dust off them.
‘Gotta get ‘im ter Dumbledore,’ Hagrid grumbled, not looking up.
Sirius got closer, looking at the small bundle that was Harry. A large, bloody scar disfigured the small forehead.
‘You can use my motorbike,’ Sirius offered.
It seemed like the only thing he could do.
‘Thanks,’ Hagrid said quietly. Sirius led him to the bike and watched Hagrid taking off.
The sirens were close by now. He knew the Muggle Police was coming, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything at the moment. James and Lily are dead.
Something bloody was lying on the ground beside him. He looked at it and realised it was a finger. Then, he remembered Peter yelling like he was in agony.
Suddenly, a loud crack was heard, and Sirius heard footsteps. He didn’t care who it was or what they wanted.
‘Sirius Black?’
The voice sounded unfamiliar but surprised. Sirius didn’t look up. A cold feeling spread across his body, a threatening feeling. All the happiness drained away from him. Dementors. He knew they were approaching, but he didn’t move. He realised that he was going to be accused for this murder. The game Peter and Voldemort had played with him, had resulted in the perfect scenery. Peter became Secret-Keeper, passed on the information to Voldemort, Voldemort killed James and Lily, Peter disappeared, killing a few Muggles on the way and leaving only his finger, so it would look like I’m the one who did this. Sirius felt an enormous anger welling up inside him, but grief pushed it away. James and Lily are dead.
Dementors grabbed his arms. Their grip was too strong to struggle against, and the dead, slimy fingers cut into Sirius’ arms. The sound of their rattling breath filled Sirius’ ears and once again, all the happiness seemed to be sucked out of him.
But he didn’t pass away.
He didn’t give up.
Peter betrayed James and Lily, and now they’re dead.
He realised he was going to be sent to Azkaban, he didn’t have any proof that was going to get him out of there.
But he would get out.
He would get his revenge.
That was the only thing that kept him going.
His only hope.
His only trust.
I’ll have my revenge. Peter will die. I will find him, and I will kill him.
Revenge.
That was the only thing that kept him going.
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