A Very Sirius Christmas Carol
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5
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chapter 4
Chapter 4
When Sirius opened his eyes again, they were in another room all together. It was a familiar room, he had been here many times in the past, and he had loved it. In one corner of the room, there was an antique cradle, carved and spread with knitted blankets. In the cradle laid a small boy. Just a baby, sleeping with his diapered end sticking up in the air, slightly snoring. A woman with brilliant red hair faced the cradle, humming quietly to herself. The humming rose into a crescendo into a light singing, but the baby did not stir.
Sirius gasped as a grown Lily Evans looked up from her reading. Her brow furrowed, but her singing continued. It was almost as though she knew someone were to walk through the door. And to Sirius’s surprise, someone did. With his back to the door, the offending person had walked right through him as though he were a shadow, not a single questioning look given. The man then walked to where his wife was seated and dropped to his knees in front of her.
Lily gasped and looked to the door, but there was no one else to enter behind him. She schooled her features and looked back to her husband in front of her.
“James! You’re home early!” She said in a false cheerful voice.
But the James in front of her seemed not to notice the forced expressions or the trepidation in her eyes. He was rifling through a bag that he had carried in with him. He started to talk to her as he searched for an item.
“Lily,” he started, “I saw an old friend of ours today!”
“Oh, who was it?” She asked, her eyes flicking to him and the door.
“Guess!” He rolled his eyes at her.
“How can I? Sheesh! I don’t know.” She pretended to think for a minute, not wanting her husband to know that she knew who it was already. “Sirius Black!” She said laughing.
“Sirius it was! How you always guess, I’ll never know.” He missed the knowing smile she flashed as he continued to rummage through his bag. Her eyes nervously fluttered from the doors to the windows now and she grimaced. “I passed him as he was hunched over that desk of his, studying his books, learning all the new spells he can. He’s alone a lot lately. Maybe we should invite him over to see Harry more.” James looked up quickly and caught his wife’s eyes on the door.
Can’t you see we’re going to die James?
Lily’s voice reverberated through Sirius’s head and James again closed his haunted eyes. But even as Lily’s mental scream of torment escaped her mind, her melodic voice was even and steady and she replied, “Yes, James, that’s a brilliant idea.” It was stiff, but James went on talking.
“Spirit, remove me from this place at once, I cannot bear to see it!” He turned to the specter and shouted. James’s surreal face did not change, but the eyes opened and it seemed to Sirius that they were not their normal hue, nor the dead grey color they had been, but they were as green as Lily’s or Harry’s had ever been and they shone with a fierce light, as though torched from the inside.
“I told you, these are things from that past that have happened. Don’t blame me for what you failed to see.” James replied.
Sirius drew his arm back and swung. His hand went right through the specter with a small puff of dust, but no change came to James’s face. Sirius tried again, to no avail. He was insanely frustrated and screaming to be let go from this display. Even as he spoke, the door to Harry’s room had been blown open and the former Voldemort had entered the room. James fell to the floor dead, and Lily had thrown herself in front of the cradle. She was screaming, and there was the same fire in her eyes that he had seen just now in the specter’s. He grabbed for anything to cover his eyes with, he couldn’t bear to see this, it was too much.
The specter’s robes were no longer intangible and he clutched them and buried his face in them. He heard the last screams of Lily and what sounded like a car backfiring. He howled, sounding much like a large dog baying at the moon, and pulled the robes closer to his face.
When the sounds subsided, he slowly realized that he was no longer on his feet. Nor was he still in Godric’s Hollow. He was lying in his bed, his old robe pressed to his face, sweating profusely and feeling as though he had run a marathon. He sat with a start and looked about the room, but other than the robe in his hand, there was nothing to be seen of the specter which had caused him so much distress. He sank back to the pillow and was asleep before his head could comprehend what had happened.
When Sirius opened his eyes again, they were in another room all together. It was a familiar room, he had been here many times in the past, and he had loved it. In one corner of the room, there was an antique cradle, carved and spread with knitted blankets. In the cradle laid a small boy. Just a baby, sleeping with his diapered end sticking up in the air, slightly snoring. A woman with brilliant red hair faced the cradle, humming quietly to herself. The humming rose into a crescendo into a light singing, but the baby did not stir.
Sirius gasped as a grown Lily Evans looked up from her reading. Her brow furrowed, but her singing continued. It was almost as though she knew someone were to walk through the door. And to Sirius’s surprise, someone did. With his back to the door, the offending person had walked right through him as though he were a shadow, not a single questioning look given. The man then walked to where his wife was seated and dropped to his knees in front of her.
Lily gasped and looked to the door, but there was no one else to enter behind him. She schooled her features and looked back to her husband in front of her.
“James! You’re home early!” She said in a false cheerful voice.
But the James in front of her seemed not to notice the forced expressions or the trepidation in her eyes. He was rifling through a bag that he had carried in with him. He started to talk to her as he searched for an item.
“Lily,” he started, “I saw an old friend of ours today!”
“Oh, who was it?” She asked, her eyes flicking to him and the door.
“Guess!” He rolled his eyes at her.
“How can I? Sheesh! I don’t know.” She pretended to think for a minute, not wanting her husband to know that she knew who it was already. “Sirius Black!” She said laughing.
“Sirius it was! How you always guess, I’ll never know.” He missed the knowing smile she flashed as he continued to rummage through his bag. Her eyes nervously fluttered from the doors to the windows now and she grimaced. “I passed him as he was hunched over that desk of his, studying his books, learning all the new spells he can. He’s alone a lot lately. Maybe we should invite him over to see Harry more.” James looked up quickly and caught his wife’s eyes on the door.
Can’t you see we’re going to die James?
Lily’s voice reverberated through Sirius’s head and James again closed his haunted eyes. But even as Lily’s mental scream of torment escaped her mind, her melodic voice was even and steady and she replied, “Yes, James, that’s a brilliant idea.” It was stiff, but James went on talking.
“Spirit, remove me from this place at once, I cannot bear to see it!” He turned to the specter and shouted. James’s surreal face did not change, but the eyes opened and it seemed to Sirius that they were not their normal hue, nor the dead grey color they had been, but they were as green as Lily’s or Harry’s had ever been and they shone with a fierce light, as though torched from the inside.
“I told you, these are things from that past that have happened. Don’t blame me for what you failed to see.” James replied.
Sirius drew his arm back and swung. His hand went right through the specter with a small puff of dust, but no change came to James’s face. Sirius tried again, to no avail. He was insanely frustrated and screaming to be let go from this display. Even as he spoke, the door to Harry’s room had been blown open and the former Voldemort had entered the room. James fell to the floor dead, and Lily had thrown herself in front of the cradle. She was screaming, and there was the same fire in her eyes that he had seen just now in the specter’s. He grabbed for anything to cover his eyes with, he couldn’t bear to see this, it was too much.
The specter’s robes were no longer intangible and he clutched them and buried his face in them. He heard the last screams of Lily and what sounded like a car backfiring. He howled, sounding much like a large dog baying at the moon, and pulled the robes closer to his face.
When the sounds subsided, he slowly realized that he was no longer on his feet. Nor was he still in Godric’s Hollow. He was lying in his bed, his old robe pressed to his face, sweating profusely and feeling as though he had run a marathon. He sat with a start and looked about the room, but other than the robe in his hand, there was nothing to be seen of the specter which had caused him so much distress. He sank back to the pillow and was asleep before his head could comprehend what had happened.