James Potter (call_me_prongs) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-22 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network, james potter, james sirius potter, sirius black |
James Arrives
Who: James Potter I, Sirius Black, Jamie Potter
Where: The lobby of the hotel
When: Oct 31 1981 to the very, very, very early hours of this morning
What: James arrives
Status: Incomplete
Warnings:
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Lily didn't hesitate and James couldn't spare a moment to make sure she and Harry got out safely. Not with Voldemort heading towards him. His mind was racing. How had this happened? Peter wouldn't have betrayed them--couldn't have. His mind wouldn't accept that as truth; he must be dead. They couldn't have made a mistake in trusting him. He was a Marauder. He wouldn't have betrayed them. These thoughts happened in an instant as he prepared to face Voldemort. He took a step towards him, intending to go on the attack, and realized he'd left his wand on the couch--Stupid!. There was a flash of green light before he could even think of his next move, and--- He landed on his back, cracking his head against the hard floor. Stunned, it took a moment for him to scramble to his feet, prepared for whatever Voldemort would throw at him next. He'd thought for sure he was done for, but apparently, Voldemort wanted to---his thoughts trailed off abruptly as he processed his surroundings. No longer in the cozy cottage that he shared with Lily and Harry, he was in the middle of a hotel lobby. He looked around, panicked now. What had happened? He hadn't had a Portkey and he hadn't apparated, but how had he gotten here. Where was Voldemort? Had he used some unknown spell to send James away so he would have easier access to Harry? He tried to Apparate, desperate to get back to his family, and he felt the familiar tugging sensation but when he reappeared he was right back in the hotel lobby. A flash of pain went through his arm, and he looked down and saw that he was bleeding; he'd Splinched himself in his panic and a large chunk of flesh was gone from the inside of his right forearm. Not caring about the blood or the pain, he ran towards the front door of the hotel, thinking that there had to be an Anti-apparition jinx on the hotel. If he could get far enough away, he could Apparate home. Maybe he wouldn't be too late. The door opened into an unfamiliar landscape. He looked around, saw nothing that indicated where he was, and tried to Apparate again. Same effect. He landed back in the middle of the lobby. He looked around wildly again and noticed someone coming down the stairs. It took him a moment to process, then he took a step closer. "Sirius? What the fuck is going on?" |