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Chapter Three: The Secret Keeper’s Mistake

Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat. “So I have some bad news …”

Lily felt her heartbeats speed up. “What is it?”                            

“There’s been a prophecy. About a child born in July … he’s to be the downfall of Voldemort.”

Everyone winced. James cleared his throat. “Do you mean …”

“There is a possibility that it is your child. There’s another possible child … but we need to take precautions. And right now you are going to need to move. I’ve got the location, Godric’s Hollow. It’s a muggle village. It’s a good village. You’ll need a Secret Keeper, so that your location is not revealed to or by anyone.”

James and Lily held each other. Neither of them wanted to move, but they knew they had no choice. If they wanted to keep baby Harry safe, they had to do whatever Dumbledore told them to do.

“About the Secret Keeper …” Albus began.

“Sirius,” James stated.

“Are you sure?” Lily asked.

“He’s my best mate. He’ll never tell anyone. He’s the best one to be given this task.”

Lily frowned.

 

“You cannot be our Secret Keeper, Sirius,” Lily hissed.

“Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

Lily shook her head. “It’s not trust that’s the problem. It’s our complicated history.”

“What? I can’t keep you all safe because whenever I look at you I can’t help thinking about how I want to shag you?”

“Exactly. Something might happen.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m the best choice you have.”

“Tell James you changed your mind. Or I’ll tell Dumbledore to find someone else.”

“Fine. Find someone else. I’m not letting James down …”

“If he only knew …” Lily muttered.

“You’d be out on the street too …” Sirius retorted.

“I hate you!”

“Not as much as I hate you,” Sirius replied smoothly, sidling closer to Lily. He brushed a strand of hair away and tilted her face up to his.

“Oi, Lils, come help me carry the tea in …” James called from the kitchen.

Lily awoke from her trance and jumped away from Sirius. She shot him a filthy look. “See what I mean? I need space from you.”

Sirius put his head in his hands. “Tell Dumbledore to find someone else then … like I said, I can’t say no to James … make Dumbledore do it for me …”

 

“Albus, I cannot have Sirius Black as the Secret Keeper. It’s going to cause more trouble. Besides, if you think about it … whose more obvious than Sirius as Secret Keeper? He’s the best mate. Who do you think You Know Who – Voldemort – would torture first?”

Albus frowned. “Then who?”

“Well I guess Remus is a pretty obvious choice too …”

“You aren’t protecting them by choosing to find someone else …” he replied.

“I know. They’re okay with the idea of fighting Voldemort though … I’ll just pray they never get captured. Honestly, I need to protect my son. So I need a Secret Keeper that no one will consider.”

“I’ll come round tonight and we’ll talk it through with James …”

 

“Who else is there though  …” Lily asked.

“I offered myself,” Albus replied.

“With all due respect, Albus, I can’t ask you to do that … you have enough to think about already,” James insisted.

“I know!” Lily exclaimed.

Albus and James turned to look at her.

“Well?” James asked.

“Think about it. Someone who never really seemed like a close friend. Someone quiet enough to go unnoticed. The final marauder …”

“Peter!” James shouted. It’s perfect. “We’ll move in to Godric’s Hollow and Peter will be our Secret Keeper.”

 

 

“So, Sirius, don’t tell anyone you are no longer Secret Keeper. Not even Remus. You are fully aware that you may be tortured for information, yes?”


“I’m aware. I don’t care. As far as He will know, I’m dying to protect their secret.”

“Then it is settled. Peter Pettigrew, do you agree to my terms? No one is to know the location of Lily and James Potter. No one is to know you are their Secret Keeper.”

“I agree.”

 

 

*** Two Years Later ***

 

Sirius Black sat in a cell in Azkaban prison. He was there for the murder of Peter Pettigrew and for giving information to Voldemort. Of course, none of it was true. And Dumbledore knew that, but that hadn’t stopped Sirius being locked up. Peter had managed to escape Sirius’ revenge. He’d gotten Sirius arrested for murdering him. The coward wasn’t even dead. And the Wizarding World thought that Sirius was a murderer and that he had betrayed his best friend. Although, in all honesty, he had, just not in the way they thought. He had had an affair with Lily. And if he hadn’t he’d have been the Secret Keeper. He’d have kept them safe. In a way, he really was responsible for their deaths. He violently swiped at the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He sighed. “I killed Lily and James Potter ... it’s all my fault,” he whispered.

He punched the brick wall of his cell, hating himself, wishing he could have died instead of them. “I killed them!”

“I KILLED LILY AND JAMES POTTER!” he screamed angrily.

The inmates around him cheered loudly.
“Shut up,” he hissed.

He dropped to the floor, a pathetic mess. “I loved them both so much … and now they are dead … because of me … I murdered them.”

He curled up in foetal position and began to cry, wishing that he could go back in time and make himself a better person.

“I’m so sorry …” he whispered to the floor, unable to lift his head. “I’m so sorry.”

 
 

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