#LIGHTNING SCARS ARCHIVE#

He’d also taken Parvati Patil to the Yule Ball, which should have been a sign of his cowardice and utter worthlessness even then. He faced death that night and then ran as quick as he could from it at his first opportunity. He saw how hopeless and pathetic he was against Voldemort. Harry didn’t plan on fleeing, he didn’t plan on being a coward. “We?” Harry asked, too exhausted to hide the hope in his voice. “If or when Voldemort comes back, we’re leaving.” “You’re not staying,” Sirius said, his voice dropping to a growl. If I’m the one meant to kill him, then I’ve got to stay.” “Flee? That’s your advice, Sirius? I’d be a bloody coward, leaving these people behind. Harry opened his eyes partially and peered at Sirius through his lashes. Anyone can shoot an AK at the bastard, it doesn’t need to be you.” I won’t have you at risk playing Dumbledore’s games. “If he comes back, you’re getting the hell out of the battlefield, Harry. “After a fucking dragon and… and everything else… I’m just going to die when Voldemort comes back?” “I don’t think James knew it, not as much as I know anyway, or… or he probably wouldn’t have believed it.” I said fuck this country, we’ll move somewhere that I’m still your guardian but not a fugitive, and then he dumped the prophecy on me. He said the signs look like Voldemort’s returning soon, somehow, and we had a row.

He sighed when Harry’s expression turned prompting, “I told him I was going to take you and leave the country. “Just like that?” Harry asked, surprised. He sometimes had a shadow in the back of his eyes, an ever present haunting from his time in Azkaban, but when he was furious, it seemed to cloak his grey eyes completely. “Dumbledore told me.” Sirius’ face got dark quickly. “Piss off.” Harry sighed and slumped against the tree and tried to focus on what was important. “Maybe send Bill an owl? Ask him to come?” “And I’m saying ‘definitely’,” Sirius smirked. “I said maybe I’m interested in blokes, Sirius. He never should have told Sirius about his confusing dream about Bill Weasley after the Quidditch World Cup. It won’t work out well and it’s not fair to her.” “Don’t take some poor girl to the ball because you’re scared to be yourself, kiddo. Harry raised a brow in the mirror, “And?” “Harry, she makes it sound like that’s a female.”

“One of the Weasley boys? That other Hogwarts champion? Maybe-” “Ooh, who are you thinking?” Sirius asked eagerly, his mood shifting quickly as always. “I called you to ask for advice about who to ask to the fucking ball, Sirius!” “I’m dead then.” He let out a bitter and unamused laugh, sounding mildly hysterical, before Sirius could even speak. “And my parents defeated him three times?” Harry asked, his mind racing as quickly as his pulse. He also ‘marked them as an equal’, which I guess makes it more plausible with the scar and all.” “Allegedly,” Sirius said the word slowly, “the kid who’s supposed to be his downfall was born to parents who ‘thrice defeated him’.

“So if he comes back he’s going to kill me? It’s literally bloody prophesied?!” His heart beat so quickly, and pounded so hard, that Harry was sure the creatures snuffling around in the dark could hear it. Harry was hidden out in the Forbidden Forest, hidden beneath his cloak, warm from the charm he had cast before leaving the castle. “It basically says that in the end- it’s you or him, one of you has to kill the other.” “There’s a prophecy about you and it’s why Voldemort targeted your parents,” Sirius whispered in a rush. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 76978 Chapters: 18/? Comments: 499 Kudos: 1000 Bookmarks: 258 Hits: 14565

#LIGHTNING SCARS ARCHIVE#

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Lightning scars