Chapter 47 : Three More
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Secondly, I'm slowly trying to get caught up on my reviews. But seeing as I just posted two new chapters...I'm going to be swamped.
Not that I'm discouraging you. I <3 reviews. =]
Thirdly, Wow, the 65,000+ reads are amazing.
Fourth, this is the biggest time gap that will be skipped in the story. Sorry. I felt horrible writing it.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it WOULD NOT BE OVER!
A YEAR AND A HALF LATER
In the time that passed one’s fear only increased. The loss of Sarah and Nathan had jolted everyone back to reality. It was then that they realized the destruction Voldemort had caused.
James and Lily had moved into the manor and were now living comfortably. The money left in the will amounted to a great number. So great, they’d be able to live the rest of their life in ease. Their marriage, so far, was going terrifically. They had one of two fights or squabbles, as any newlyweds would, but they were all evened out eventually — nothing too serious.
Emma seemed pretty keen with business. She and Sirius were still together and running the bakery smoothly. Emma had become rather inventive with recipes…and was having her boyfriend be her taste-tester. The blue curtains were still up.
Frank Longbottom had moved up to become a fairly good auror. Alice wasn’t as widely known, but she did her fair share of work.
James and Sirius sat together at the kitchen able in the Order headquarters. James had a copy of the Evening Prophet in his hands — and was scanning it for any important news.
“Did you ever think it would come to this?” asked Sirius quietly.
James peered over the edge of the paper at his friend. “What do you mean?”
“Here…” Sirius gestured around himself. “Here in the order of the Phoenix…waging war against the most powerful wizard of our time…You married…I mean, can you really believe it? We’ve come so far…”
“I think…” started James slowly. “…that a part of me always knew I’d end up twisted up in this battle somehow. But it definitely is strange sitting it really happen. I guess I knew…but never really believed it. We’re living life on the edge. We never know…we could die tomorrow.”
“That’s a horrible thought…what’s your take on it?”
James furrowed his brows. “I don’t know. I don’t think one really forms an opinion on death until it’s staring them in the face. I’d like to say that I’m not afraid — that I’ll fight to the end, but I really don’t know. I don’t want to leave you guys…but I can’t make a decision until I face it. Until I know where I stand in life.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” replied Sirius mournfully. “That’s a pretty advanced opinion. You could take over as the next Dumbledore.”
He turned to grin at James, but his eyes fell instead on the back of the newspaper.
“Speaking of death,” he muttered. He pulled the Prophet towards himself and looked at the obituary on the page showing.
“What is it?” asked James.
Sirius spread out the paper on the table and pointed to the little square box, where the name, Orion Black, was clearly printed in midnight ink. “Dear old Dad finally kicked the bucket.”
Sirius gave a wry sort of grin. “Don’t be…he wasn’t much of a father anyways. I mean, you know all about hi s pureblood mania. Besides, he was always at work.”
“But aren’t you a bit upset at all.”
This was a difficult question. Was he upset about his father’s death? He had never really considered his family…a family. They were just too far apart. There weren’t any “I love you” before bed, no hugs before getting on the Hogwarts’ Express, nothing…But then a part of him remembered when he was a little boy and his father had swung him around in his arms. That had probably been the closest they had been to a family….a real one, anyways.
Sirius hadn’t spoken to his father in three years now. They had run into each other once or twice at the Ministry. But he tried to duck into the nearest lift whenever he saw his father coming down the hall.
So, no, it wouldn’t be a change to have his father dead. It was pretty much how they had been living — each pretending the other didn’t exist. But…now they didn’t’ have a chance to make up…they probably wouldn’t have anyways…
“Not really,” said Sirius simply. “I’ll get over it.”
James eyed him with surprised, but didn’t get a chance to say anything because just then Remus ran it. “Are you guys coming?”
“What’s going on?” asked James, confused.
“Don’t you remember? Dumbledore said that every single person in the Order is going to be at headquarters today…so we can meet all the foreign contacts and everything. He’s going to take a picture.”
“Blimey,” said Sirius. “Do you think Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth, is going to come? I’ve heard about him — but never met him. He’s supposed to be a strange bloke, isn’t he?”
Remus shrugged. “They’re all arriving downstairs right now. Come on.”
The three boys ran out of the room and down the stairs. They couldn’t help it. They were excited to be meeting the people who were getting them all the inside information on Lord Voldemort.
They arrived on the first floor and saw a bunch of witches and wizards crowded together in different colored robes. They were all chattering as if they’d known each other forever.
James recognized a lot of them by sight, some he may have exchanged a word or two with.
Lily and Emma came through the front door and joined the men.
“This is exciting, isn’t it?” asked Emma giddily. “Seeing everyone together. Have we all been in the same place before?”
“I don’t think so,” replied Remus. “That’s why Dumbledore insists that we get a picture…so we’re remembered.”
Sirius looked at someone over their heads and called, “Hey Peter! Over here!”
Peter Pettigrew worked his way over to his friends. He had grown taller over the last year and a half…but his hair was slowly thinning out.
“Hey guys. How’ve you been?”
They clapped him on the back.
“Not bad,” said Lily. “I’m so glad that you were able to make it. Just in time for the photograph and everything…”
As if on cue, Dumbledore came out form the entry hall with an old camera in his withered hands.
He stood in front of the assembled group of witches and wizards and waited for silence.
When it came he said, “Everyone standing in this room has at least one thing in common with their neighbors. You’re all willing to sacrifice anything for the good of the world. And for all we know, it could very well come down to that fact.” He held up the camera. “Let us capture this moment in time.”
They all gathered together. Lily and James stood on either side of Peter an all three of them put their arms around each other. Sirius took his place next to James, where he had always stood, and linked arms with Emma. Frank and Alice stood next to Lily. The rest of the Order crowded around them, Hagrid stood in the back corner so that he wouldn’t partially obstruct anyone.
Dumbledore set the camera on a timer and strolled over to join them. He took his place beside a man that he shared somewhat similar characteristics with. James could only assume that this was his brother.
They all looked at the camera lens and smiled as the flash went off. And for that moment, they were happy.
Lily was standing and chatting with Emmeline Vance when Fabian Prewett came running up to the pair of them.
“There’s an abandoned warehouse about a mile away where several witches and wizards are currently staying. They’re on the run from Voldemort. Our sources that that he’s found out about them and is planning an ambush. We’ve got to go and stop him.”
“Who's going?” asked Lily.
“You, James, me, Gideon, Alice, Frank, Moody, and Remus.”
“No, after tea. Yes, NOW!”
They gathered themselves together and discreetly slipped out of the back door, now wanting to alert the others.
“How many are there?” asked Remus.
“Seven or eight…and maybe You-Know-Who himself. We have to be very carefully,”
replied Gideon. “Our goal is just to rescue the others…and if we’re lucky, identify one or two of the Death Eaters.”
“We don’t want to get anyone killed,” growled Moody.
When they were about tow blocks away form the building they stopped.
“We’re going to split up and over al the sides of the building. Get your wands out.”
When they obliged he continued. “Alright, Lily Potter, Remus Lupin, you’re to cover the west side. Gideon Prewett and Alice Newport, South. James Potter, Frank Longbottom, East. Fabian, you and I will cover the front. Act with discretion.”
Lily and Remus quietly headed over to the left wall. From what they could hear and see, the place seemed deserted.
“Should I look?” asked Remus, motioning to the window above them.
Lily shook her head and whispered. “You can be sure Moody’ll make the first move. And believe me, he’s got one hell of a war cry.”
Remus smirked. “And so we wait…”
“Wait and watch…nothing seems to be happening.”
Suddenly there was a crash, a scream of fury, and the unmistakable sound of Alastor Moody yelling for action.
“Showtime,” muttered Remus.
He shattered the window with a spell, and he and Lily began shooting jinxes and curses through it.
Few were making contact because they constantly had to duck from the curses being thrown back at them.
Finally, a Death Eater sent a spell at the wall itself, causing it to crumbled and fall in.
Remus pulled Lily back just in time to avoid being crushed by a large cement block.
Coughing, the two of them emerged from the rubble and peered at the battle raging around them.
One thing was for sure. There were definitely more than sever or eight Death Eaters.
Most of the room had dust and bits of debris flying everywhere.
There was a huddled group of four witches and wizards cowering in the corner. One was holding a screaming toddler.
Fabian and Gideon Prewett were standing in front of the group, acting as a shield, blocking all the spells that came their way.
Lily turned to Remus. “I’m going to try and get them out of here. I think Voldemort has put an Anti-Disapparating jinx on the building. Will you guard me?”
They both ducked as a jet of light streamed over their head.
Remus nodded and pushed her forward.
Lily ducked under the jest of light as Remus stood in front of her, deflecting the curses that flew their way.
She reached the nearest person, a middle aged man and yelled over the noise.
“Come on! We’ve got to get you out of here.” She ushered them over to Frank and James, who were both standing by Remus, deflecting the spells.
The first three ran out of the hole in the wall with their hands over their faces.
Last of all was the mother with the child. She seemed too frightened to move.
Lily took hold of her arm. “You have to trust me. You’re going to be okay.”
“It’s not me,” the woman whispered. “I can’t let anything happen to my baby.”
“Nothing will happen if you get out of here,” said Lily, trying her hardest to remain calm.
The woman eventually took a hesitant step forward…and then another.
They were almost to the exit when a spell pierced Remus, James, and Franks’ defense.
It sent the woman and child flying in opposite directions.
Lily was able to reach forward and stop the woman from hitting the ground.
Reacting on instinct, Fabian dove forward and broke the toddler’s fall.
Four Death Eaters advanced on him with their wands raised.
The woman was screaming and protesting, but Lily and Remus managed to force her out of the crumbling building.
“Remus, what are we going to do?” cried Lily. She gestured to Gideon and Fabian, who were both fighting off a surround group of Death Eaters. The latter was still holding the screaming child and wielding his wand at the same time.
Remus looked back at her, panic clearly showing on his face. “I’ll get the kid.”
Lily looked horrified. “No you won’t. That’s suicide.”
But his mind was made up. “Not if I run fast enough.”
And he took off at a dead spring. As soon as he came to the battle zone he pulled out his wand and yelled, “Protego!” The shield charm worked for a couple seconds. Long enough for him to grab the kid from Fabian and take off again.
When he arrived back at the exit he found the rest of the Order members he had come along with firing jinxes and stunning spells off.
Moody appeared at his died and pointed. “We have to leave NOW.”
A tall, thin man had appeared at the far end of the warehouse. The hood of his black cloak covered his face. All that showed were his snow white hands that grasped the handle of his long wand. Voldemort, yet again, had joined the fiasco.
He sent a spell in their direction that caused more of the roof to fall in. They had little time.
Remus pulled on James’ arm. “We have to go!”
“We can’t!” cried James. “Fabian and Gideon are still fighting.”
Indeed, the two bothers were still battling. They were surrounded by no less than five Death Eaters., all throwing curses at the boys.
Moody turned to James. “There’s nothing we can do.”
Gideon fell first, a killing curse straight into the heart. Fabian, momentarily shocked, continued fighting. The adrenaline pulsing into his brain kept him going.
Five on one — he too eventually fell along with his brother.
Moody pulled on James’ arm and growled, “Not everyone can be saved.”
James allowed himself to be pulled form the ruin. How many times would he hear those words before the end?
I dunno. I'm not happy with this one. It was a chapter that had to happen, but I...well, I don't really think that I'm too good with battles. Although, there is one more in this story...and I think it went all right.
Anyways, I'm babbling. Please please take the time to review. I appreciate all of them. =]
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