Julia has a routine of taking a walk at exactly 8:30 every night. No matter what, she always takes her daily walk.
Her beautiful red hair blows in the wind, while her beautiful emerald eyes search through the bush I’m hiding in, almost as though she knows I’m hiding here.
Here comes an opening,
She’s got a broken wing,
If you can feel the sting,
Take care of everything,
If she can make a scene,
I’ll show you what I mean.
I retreat further into the bush. Julia was always a smart woman. She could always sense if someone was watching her. Always.
So, what am I doing here, if I could be discovered?
I had to see her, no matter what the cost. I haven’t seen her in 12 years. Too long. Much too long. I would have of course seen her sooner, had it not been for me being locked in Azkaban for something I had not done.
But, of course, you want to hear the story, don’t you?
“SIRIUS!!” My best friend, James was here, and by the sound of the crying, so was Harry.
“Coming, James!” I yelled back at him from upstairs in my room. My wife, Julia, was at work at the moment. My guess would be that Lily, James’ wife, was also at work.
We all had been best friends since first year. James and I had been in love with Julia and Lily since third year. Yeah, yeah, early, I know. But, hey, if it was meant to be, it was meant to be.
I ran downstairs to see Harry in great distress, while James was in a higher distress. I was wrong. Lily was with them, but she was (if it’s even possible) more distressed than James.
It looked as though Lily hadn’t bothered with brushing her long red hair. Her emerald eyes were outlined with smudged mascara and liner. Sometimes we’d joke that Julia was Lily’s long lost sister, seeing as they looked exactly alike. They had become best friends, more like sisters, faster than James and I.
It was a week before Halloween, Julia and I were planning on going trick-or-treating with them, mainly because, we wouldn’t have to change from our wizards clothes. We could look like a pair of corny parents.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. I couldn’t keep the worry and alarm out of my voice.
“Oh, Sirius.” Lily then burst into tears. This was normal, she had been doing this for a while now. I had no idea why, but by the looks of it, I was about to find out.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated, though more forcefully.
“Sirius, mate,” James sighed, looking agitated. “We just had a meeting with Dumbledore. A prophecy has been made. It’s about Harry, or it could be.” He paused again. “We have to go into hiding. Apparently Voldemort is after us so he can kill Harry. The prophecy said that either Harry or another boy, I don’t know who, would destroy Voldemort. Dumbledore thinks that Voldemort will go after Harry. He also thinks that we should make him our Secret Keeper. I think otherwise. Sirius,” James looked directly into my eyes. “I want you to be our Secret Keeper.”
She sprinted into the living room, looking very alarmed.
“Julia...” I started. I knew she was going to object to this. There was a very good chance that I was going to die. It was most likely. I would do it though, if it meant saving James and Lily’s life, I would do anything.
“Don’t you Julia me!! You will not be doing it!! I forbid it!” She then burst into tears. “I’ll do it instead.”
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
I walked over to her, held her in my arms, and whispered loving and comforting words into her ear.
“Will you guys think about it? Please?” James asked, trying to calm Harry, who had now gone into a full blown tantrum. “We’ll be back tomorrow morning for your answer.” All three dissaparated.
“Please don’t do it Sirius. Please.” She was still sobbing into my shoulder.
“Sweetheart, do we have another option?” I asked her gently.
“Yes, I told you, I’ll do it instead. I don’t want you dead. Please, Sirius.” She now looked up into my eyes, pleading me with her own eyes.
“Honey, you’re not going to do it. I’m putting my foot down on that.” I said sternly.
“Well, I’m putting my foot down on you doing it.” Although there were tears still running down her cheeks, she had on her stubborn face. I knew from ten years experience that she was not going to back down. I wasn’t either, so this was going to be tough.
I sighed. “We’ll think of something.” I finally said.
The next morning, we had come to an agreement when James, Lily, and Harry arrived. Unlike yesterday, Harry was perfectly calm, though Lily and James were just as distressed as yesterday.
“So?” James asked.
“Okay, we’ve talked about it and we’ve come to a decision. Neither Julia or I will be your Secret Keeper, but…” For at that moment James and Lily looked so sad that I had trouble continuing, but I knew I must. “We know who would be perfect.”
“Who?” James asked, looking very surprised.
“Peter.” Julia said, confidently.
They both looked like they had been confounded.
“Peter?” Lily whispered.
“Yes. Think about it. Voldemort wouldn’t even dream of thinking Peter would be your guys’ Secret Keeper. Sirius and I would be safe. You, James, and Harry would be safe. Everyone would be safe, well, at least, as safe as they can be.” Julia said.
They thought about it for a moment then, their mouths broke out into two huge smiles. The smiles I haven’t seen since Harry had been born.
Before they were about to leave, I asked James for a private word.
“Okay, James, don’t tell anyone that you decided to make Peter your Secret Keeper. If anyone asks, tell them that I’m your Secret Keeper, then no one will suspect Peter.”
“I don’t know, Padfoot.” He said uncertainly. “What will Julia think?”
“That’s why I’m not telling her. She’ll worry like there’s no tomorrow.”
“What will I worry about like there’s no tomorrow?” Julia had just come outside where we were at.
“Nothing, Dear. I said quickly.”
She let it go, which I was surprised at.
A week later, James and Lily were dead, their house was destroyed, and I couldn’t eat, think, feel, or barely move. Neither could Julia.
I went after Pettigrew, for I knew he had betrayed them. When I found him, he was shouting on a street corner, saying I was going to kill him like I had killed Lily and James.
This made me seriously pissed. But, before I could do anything, he took out his wand and blew up the whole street, killing twelve people and faking his own death, making people think I had killed thirteen people.
Before I knew what was happening. I was taken to Azkaban. Taken from my home. Taken from Julia, my whole life.
I don’t want to see, I don’t want to be,
I don’t want be anyone, anymore,
I don’t want to fake, I don’t want to break,
I don’t want to say anything, anymore.
So, that’s the story.
Julia, like everyone else in this world believes that I had killed James, Lily, and Pettigrew.
My belief is that when she heard me talking to James, of course, she only heard the last part, so, naturally, she came to the conclusion that I was just telling James and Lily that Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper to stop Julia from worrying, but when I was talking to James, she must’ve thought that I had told James that I wanted to be Secret Keeper, instead of Pettigrew.
Life’s a peach, ain’t it?
Every time you walk away, I wish you’d stay,
Instead of pushing further away.
Every time I hear you say, you just need one,
To take this pain away.
So, now I’m hiding in a bush, watching my whole life walk on by.
I can tell, just by looking at her that I had broken her. I made a mistake, I knew that. Had I just told her what I was talking to James about, I might not be hiding in this bush. I probably would’ve been walking with her, or perhaps, giving the fact that I am the most wanted wizard in the world, in muggle world and wizard world, we might be sitting in our old living room, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes, never looking away. Making up for the past twelve years.
You’re a broken wing, not a broken thing,
You can heal in time, if you try,
It’ll be okay, you can walk away,
Things never turn out the way we want them to, though do they?
I’ll just have to keep dreaming about her. I’ve lasted twelve years. I think I can last another year or so, or however long it takes me to get Pettigrew and clear myself of all my “crimes”.
Well, I’m off to Hogwarts. I had seen Pettigrew on a boy’s shoulder in the Prophet, who I know to be going back to Hogwarts this year.
I started to back away slowly, memorizing every bit of her so I can remember, for ever how long I needed to.
It’ll be okay, you can walk away,
Okay, this is my first at a one-shot and a song fic, so, I hope you all liked it (maybe even loved it?)
Please review, people. I love them, and it gets me really pumped. lol.
The lyrics are Broken Wing by Thousand Foot Krutch, whom I love VERY much.
And the AMAZING banner up at the top of the chapter is by the_real_mrs_potter.