Freedom
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,279
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Freedom
Freedom
Author: Prongs
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all things ‘Harry Potter.’
A/N: This is the 250 member story for the SiriusXJames group. Unlike the previous member stories, this one will have several chapters. Hope you like it!
~*~
Chapter One
James Potter slumped down into the corner of his cell. He tried to will himself to sleep, but all he could do was think about his life and the complete and utter mess it had become.
Not a day passed that he didn’t worry about his husband, his son, and his friends. Had Harry survived? Probably not. Was Sirius all right? Had he forgotten about James? Was Lily alive and trapped in some sort of a living hell, too? Where was Remus?
James groaned and closed his eyes. He often wondered how many years he had been trapped in this despicable prison. The number of escapes that James had attempted ranked in the high hundreds, yet he had never been successful. Multiple deatheaters seemed to only have one purpose in life—keeping James Potter locked away forever.
James swallowed hard and forced himself to open his eyes. The door to his cell was opening and in strolled a deatheater carrying some bread and a small glass of water.
The deatheater shut the door and walked slowly over to James, who was still sitting in the corner of his cell. He watched the deatheater with interest. Typically, they threw the food down and left the room as quickly as possible.
“You look awful,” the deatheater spoke.
James looked up in shock. None of them had ever spoken to him before. Never. He hadn’t heard a human voice in years.
“Do you have any idea how long you have been here?”
James shook his head. He was almost afraid to try using his voice.
“Harry is alive,” the deatheater spoke softly.
“What?” James croaked.
“He survived that night,” the deatheater continued. “Lily died.”
James’ eyes searched the deatheater.
“Your husband is dead, James.”
“When?” James whispered. He felt tears forming in his eyes.
“A few weeks ago,” the deatheater replied.
James numbly stared ahead at the door to the cell. He wasn’t contemplating escaping. He was instead considering death.
‘You can’t kill yourself now after all of these years,’ a voice in his head spoke clearly. ‘You need to escape and find your son. Besides, what if this deatheater is lying? What if Sirius is really alive?’
“It may not be permanent, though,” the deatheater said, watching James’ face closely.
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” James asked wearily. His throat was sore from speaking again.
“He’s trapped behind the veil.”
James’ eyes widened. “He can be saved then.”
The deatheater nodded his head.
“Is anyone trying to save him?” James asked urgently.
The deatheater shrugged his shoulders. “How would I know?”
“You seem to know an awful lot. Why are you talking to me, anyway?”
“Don’t think about why. Just concentrate on what I’m telling you,” the deatheater replied.
“How old is Harry now?”
“Almost sixteen.”
James tugged at his hair. “Fuck.”
The deatheater snorted. “That always was your favorite comment when you were at a loss for words. You never talked like that until you met Sirius.”
“Who are you?” James asked cautiously.
“Ahh, I was waiting for that quen,” n,” the deatheater remarked as he removed his mask.
~*~
TBC
Author: Prongs
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all things ‘Harry Potter.’
A/N: This is the 250 member story for the SiriusXJames group. Unlike the previous member stories, this one will have several chapters. Hope you like it!
~*~
Chapter One
James Potter slumped down into the corner of his cell. He tried to will himself to sleep, but all he could do was think about his life and the complete and utter mess it had become.
Not a day passed that he didn’t worry about his husband, his son, and his friends. Had Harry survived? Probably not. Was Sirius all right? Had he forgotten about James? Was Lily alive and trapped in some sort of a living hell, too? Where was Remus?
James groaned and closed his eyes. He often wondered how many years he had been trapped in this despicable prison. The number of escapes that James had attempted ranked in the high hundreds, yet he had never been successful. Multiple deatheaters seemed to only have one purpose in life—keeping James Potter locked away forever.
James swallowed hard and forced himself to open his eyes. The door to his cell was opening and in strolled a deatheater carrying some bread and a small glass of water.
The deatheater shut the door and walked slowly over to James, who was still sitting in the corner of his cell. He watched the deatheater with interest. Typically, they threw the food down and left the room as quickly as possible.
“You look awful,” the deatheater spoke.
James looked up in shock. None of them had ever spoken to him before. Never. He hadn’t heard a human voice in years.
“Do you have any idea how long you have been here?”
James shook his head. He was almost afraid to try using his voice.
“Harry is alive,” the deatheater spoke softly.
“What?” James croaked.
“He survived that night,” the deatheater continued. “Lily died.”
James’ eyes searched the deatheater.
“Your husband is dead, James.”
“When?” James whispered. He felt tears forming in his eyes.
“A few weeks ago,” the deatheater replied.
James numbly stared ahead at the door to the cell. He wasn’t contemplating escaping. He was instead considering death.
‘You can’t kill yourself now after all of these years,’ a voice in his head spoke clearly. ‘You need to escape and find your son. Besides, what if this deatheater is lying? What if Sirius is really alive?’
“It may not be permanent, though,” the deatheater said, watching James’ face closely.
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” James asked wearily. His throat was sore from speaking again.
“He’s trapped behind the veil.”
James’ eyes widened. “He can be saved then.”
The deatheater nodded his head.
“Is anyone trying to save him?” James asked urgently.
The deatheater shrugged his shoulders. “How would I know?”
“You seem to know an awful lot. Why are you talking to me, anyway?”
“Don’t think about why. Just concentrate on what I’m telling you,” the deatheater replied.
“How old is Harry now?”
“Almost sixteen.”
James tugged at his hair. “Fuck.”
The deatheater snorted. “That always was your favorite comment when you were at a loss for words. You never talked like that until you met Sirius.”
“Who are you?” James asked cautiously.
“Ahh, I was waiting for that quen,” n,” the deatheater remarked as he removed his mask.
~*~
TBC