It should have been Padfoot. James shouted over his shoulder: Take Harry and go!They didn’t have any more time, and Harry needed to be safe. Lily needed to be safe. He could see in her eyes that she wanted to argue, but they both knew the importance of Harry’s life. They both probably knew that James was always meant to be the martyr. He listened to the thud of Lily’s feet carrying her and their son upstairs, into someplace safer than here. James looked for his wand, didn’t have time to grab it. The door was blown open. It should have been Padfoot. Pettigrew had betrayed him; one of his best friends has condemned him to death. James knew that it should have been Sirius. He should have pushed harder. He shouldn’t have let Sirius convince him otherwise. Sirius was predictable, yes, but Sirius wouldn’t have let this happen. A flash of green light. Less than a second left. James Potter always excelled. He was the top of the class, a leader within the Order, a man he hoped Harry could look up to. He gave everything to Lily, he always smiled at his son. He became an animagus for Remus. He took Sirius in. He was there for people, and now? Now he wouldn’t be. Now he just had to hope. Now he needed his wand. Now he needed to buy Lily time. Now he needed his friends. I’m sorry. A thud. It should have been Padfoot.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:35:01 +0000
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