James Potter (marauderprongs) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-11-04 10:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, character: james potter, character: remus lupin, dead character: harry potter, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Prongs Rides Again
Who: James Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, possibly others?
Where: Godric's Hollow to Hogwarts and back to Godric's Hollow (but oh, how it's changed!)
When: Wednesday, November 4, just after 7:00 PM
Rating/Warnings: PG+ for language? James is not a happy camper.
Summary: The much-anticipated return of the original James Potter
Seizing his wife's shoulders, James turned her and gave her a powerful shove toward the door that led back toward the nursery, their son, and possible, just barely possible, escape. As soon as she was moving, he turned back to face the door, ripping his wand from his pocket.
“Go! Run! I’ll hold him off–”
Hold him off. James Potter alone against the most powerful, most feared Dark wizard the world had yet seen, and who knew how many of his followers besides. It was laughable. But he would try. If he could buy just a minute or two, even a handful of seconds, just long enough for Lily to get the baby, get out the back and Apparate away…
That was all he asked for. Just let him hold Voldemort off for long enough. Just let Lily and Harry escape. Just let them be safe. If he could have that, then he would consider his life well spent.
Just let them get away!
The door exploded inward.
*~*~*
His back hit the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of him, but it was no worse than a solid Bludger hit and he'd be damned if it was going to keep him down. Turning his shoulder into the grass, he rolled himself to his stomach and got to his feet.
Wait - grass?
Wait... where was he?
The spell that had blasted through the wall had dazzled his vision and coated his glasses (along with his hair, skin, and pyjamas) with plaster, but it seemed like dark had taken on a different quality. Instead of the middle of the night, surrounded by the shadowy shapes of furniture in their snug little sitting room, he was outdoors, in a wide open space, dimly lit by some magical illumination. And he knew this place. Even half-blinded, he knew it. This place was as familiar to him as his own home - more so.
How the hell did I get to Hogwarts?! But he dismissed the question quickly. It wasn't important; what mattered was what had happened at the house, what mattered was Harry and Lily. He had to find them. If they weren't here with him, he had to get back.
James looked around wildly. He was on the Quidditch pitch, therefore somewhere around here there had to be - there, leaning against the base of the bleachers, a godsend. A broomstick. With that, he could get off the grounds even faster than he could as Prongs, and keep his wand to hand at the same time. He ran over and grabbed it, throwing his leg over it, but then he hesitated, squinting into the darkness.
There was a figure hurrying toward him, half-hidden by shadows but familiar. Long red hair shone even in the thin grey light and James felt his heart leap in his chest.
"Lily?" he called hoarsely. If that was her - and it had to be, didn't it? - where was Harry? Where was their son?