I don't know how this idea came to me, but I do believe I was bitten by a rabid plotbunny. Those things can be so annoying sometimes ^^;
Special thank you to Klee, for being my friend, beta reader, and the kewlest writer on the net! ^_^ Love you, girl! :)
Disclaimer: Fox owns Anastasia, Rowling owns Harry Potter, Klee owns Kaleb, and I own Star :)
London was an enchanted world of elegant palaces and regal parties in the year 1916. Sirius Black entered the home of his beloved friends, James and Lily Potter. The place was alive with one of the many parties the family held, their many happy friends dancing together.
Sirius smiled, greeting familiar faces as he walked through the large room. He sat down on one of the chairs, his grin widening when he saw his only Godson, Harry, dancing with his mother Lily. The boy was six years old, and was the spitting image of his father. They both even wore glasses. The only difference was their eyes. While James had brown eyes, his son had emerald like Lily's own.
Harry playfully stuck his tongue out at his proud Godfather, then laughed as James scooped him up, spinning him. As soon as Harry's feet were on the ground, he raced across the room.
Sirius chuckled as the boy jumped onto his lap, hugging him tightly.
"Sirius!" Harry grinned. "I made this for you."
The older man took the picture the boy gave him, admiring the work. It was an image of a Quidditch player, Sirius' favorite sport.
Sirius hugged the child, "it's beautiful, Harry."
The boy beamed with pride. Then seeming to remember something, his smile faded.
"Do you still have to go to Scotland?"
Sirius nodded, pulling something out of his pocket. "I have something for you, Harry."
The boy looked in awe at the small golden ball, "a Snitch?"
"Not quite," Sirius laughed. "Watch this."
He held up a ring that was attached to a chain, sliding one of the rough sides into a mini slot on the side of the Snitch-looking ball. Sirius turned the ring a few times, winding the ball. Golden wings unfolded from the ball's surface, flapping as a tune started to play.
"It's our song!" Harry gasped, smiling widely.
"On the wind, cross the sea. Here this song and remember. Soon you'll be, home with me. Once upon a December," both Harry and Sirius sang together.
"You can play it at night, before you go to sleep," Sirius told him when the tune ended, "and pretend I'm right there with you."
Harry held the Snitch in his hands, hugging it to his chest as he looked at Sirius with his emerald eyes. "I'll see you soon, won't I?"
"Yes. I promise you," Sirius assured, slipping the chain with the ring around his Godson's neck. "Read what the ring says, Harry."
The boy took the ring in his fingers, his eyes nearly crossing as he read the tiny words etched in the gold. "Together.. in Scotland." He gasped. "Sirius, really??" The boy through his arms around the man's neck, both laughing in happiness.
Not long later, the doors to the room burst open. A cold blast of wind erupted passed all present, sending shivers down their spines. A dark man entered, his body radiating evil and corruption. Behind him was a smaller man. Peter Pettigrew.
"Voldemort," James stepped forth, glaring at the man. "Get out of here!"
"Is that any way to treat one of your guests?" Voldemort asked, mocking surprise.
"Guest? Ha! Your nothing but a traitor! Get out!"
The evil man merely laughed, "Potter, I'm afraid you have no authority over me. Surrender to me, and I *might* let you live."
James didn't back down, hatred on his face. Behind him stood Lily and Sirius, Harry clutched tightly in the arms of his Godfather.
"I'd rather die, then surrender to you!"
"So be it!" Voldemort raised his wand, and sparks shot out from every candle. People screamed. "James Potter, before the night is over, you and your family will die! I will not rest until I see the end of the Potter line, forever!"
From that moment on, the spark of hatred and unhappiness that resided in London soon fanned into a flame that would destroy the lives of many, forever.
In the fear and confusion, Lily and James were separated from their only child.
"Mother! Father!" Harry cried, tears running down his already red cheeks as he searched through the riots for his parents.
"Harry!" Sirius scooped the boy up. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
"Sirius!" Harry hugged the man tightly, trembling.
Sirius pushed passed people, determined to get Harry to safety. He hoped with all his heart that Lily and James were able to do the same.
"Quick, through here!" a servant boy, about Harry's age with blonde hair and gray eyes said, opening a secret door in the wall.
Sirius held Harry's hand as they rushed through, the boy's Snitch falling to the floor before he was pulled through the door.
"My Snitch!" he cried.
"Go!" urged the blonde boy.
Sirius and Harry hurried as fast as they could through the snow and London, racing to make the train. Sirius managed to get on, reaching for Harry. The boy caught his hand, but slipped at the last moment and fell, getting knocked unconscious.
"Harry!!!" Sirius cried as the train rolled away. He struggled against the people holding him on the train, but was unable to jump off.
Sirius never saw his Godson again.
Special thank you to Klee, for being my friend, beta reader, and the kewlest writer on the net! ^_^ Love you, girl! :)
Disclaimer: Fox owns Anastasia, Rowling owns Harry Potter, Klee owns Kaleb, and I own Star :)
London was an enchanted world of elegant palaces and regal parties in the year 1916. Sirius Black entered the home of his beloved friends, James and Lily Potter. The place was alive with one of the many parties the family held, their many happy friends dancing together.
Sirius smiled, greeting familiar faces as he walked through the large room. He sat down on one of the chairs, his grin widening when he saw his only Godson, Harry, dancing with his mother Lily. The boy was six years old, and was the spitting image of his father. They both even wore glasses. The only difference was their eyes. While James had brown eyes, his son had emerald like Lily's own.
Harry playfully stuck his tongue out at his proud Godfather, then laughed as James scooped him up, spinning him. As soon as Harry's feet were on the ground, he raced across the room.
Sirius chuckled as the boy jumped onto his lap, hugging him tightly.
"Sirius!" Harry grinned. "I made this for you."
The older man took the picture the boy gave him, admiring the work. It was an image of a Quidditch player, Sirius' favorite sport.
Sirius hugged the child, "it's beautiful, Harry."
The boy beamed with pride. Then seeming to remember something, his smile faded.
"Do you still have to go to Scotland?"
Sirius nodded, pulling something out of his pocket. "I have something for you, Harry."
The boy looked in awe at the small golden ball, "a Snitch?"
"Not quite," Sirius laughed. "Watch this."
He held up a ring that was attached to a chain, sliding one of the rough sides into a mini slot on the side of the Snitch-looking ball. Sirius turned the ring a few times, winding the ball. Golden wings unfolded from the ball's surface, flapping as a tune started to play.
"It's our song!" Harry gasped, smiling widely.
"On the wind, cross the sea. Here this song and remember. Soon you'll be, home with me. Once upon a December," both Harry and Sirius sang together.
"You can play it at night, before you go to sleep," Sirius told him when the tune ended, "and pretend I'm right there with you."
Harry held the Snitch in his hands, hugging it to his chest as he looked at Sirius with his emerald eyes. "I'll see you soon, won't I?"
"Yes. I promise you," Sirius assured, slipping the chain with the ring around his Godson's neck. "Read what the ring says, Harry."
The boy took the ring in his fingers, his eyes nearly crossing as he read the tiny words etched in the gold. "Together.. in Scotland." He gasped. "Sirius, really??" The boy through his arms around the man's neck, both laughing in happiness.
Not long later, the doors to the room burst open. A cold blast of wind erupted passed all present, sending shivers down their spines. A dark man entered, his body radiating evil and corruption. Behind him was a smaller man. Peter Pettigrew.
"Voldemort," James stepped forth, glaring at the man. "Get out of here!"
"Is that any way to treat one of your guests?" Voldemort asked, mocking surprise.
"Guest? Ha! Your nothing but a traitor! Get out!"
The evil man merely laughed, "Potter, I'm afraid you have no authority over me. Surrender to me, and I *might* let you live."
James didn't back down, hatred on his face. Behind him stood Lily and Sirius, Harry clutched tightly in the arms of his Godfather.
"I'd rather die, then surrender to you!"
"So be it!" Voldemort raised his wand, and sparks shot out from every candle. People screamed. "James Potter, before the night is over, you and your family will die! I will not rest until I see the end of the Potter line, forever!"
From that moment on, the spark of hatred and unhappiness that resided in London soon fanned into a flame that would destroy the lives of many, forever.
In the fear and confusion, Lily and James were separated from their only child.
"Mother! Father!" Harry cried, tears running down his already red cheeks as he searched through the riots for his parents.
"Harry!" Sirius scooped the boy up. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
"Sirius!" Harry hugged the man tightly, trembling.
Sirius pushed passed people, determined to get Harry to safety. He hoped with all his heart that Lily and James were able to do the same.
"Quick, through here!" a servant boy, about Harry's age with blonde hair and gray eyes said, opening a secret door in the wall.
Sirius held Harry's hand as they rushed through, the boy's Snitch falling to the floor before he was pulled through the door.
"My Snitch!" he cried.
"Go!" urged the blonde boy.
Sirius and Harry hurried as fast as they could through the snow and London, racing to make the train. Sirius managed to get on, reaching for Harry. The boy caught his hand, but slipped at the last moment and fell, getting knocked unconscious.
"Harry!!!" Sirius cried as the train rolled away. He struggled against the people holding him on the train, but was unable to jump off.
Sirius never saw his Godson again.