A/N: This story breaks up abruptly, changing the scene and/or time. Please bear with this, and you are sure to enjoy.
I think that only adventure is missing from the series. That's why I have written only battle stories. This is my first try at another genre because of the endless coaxing of my friend Nivedita Tuli. Hope you like it.
CHAPTER I – The Weasleys
'Arthur, why are you so late? I was so worried, and Ron kept crying the whole day today!' said the exhausted figure of Molly Weasley.
'Water, Molly, please,' replied Arthur Weasley.
Their son, Percy, quickly dashed out of the hall, and appeared moments later holding a glass of water.
'Thank you Percy. Remind me to give you some of the new magazines I have brought for you,' said Arthur.
'Answer me Arthur!' said Molly, her patience wavering.
'He's dead,' said Arthur with a hint of disbelief.
'What? Who's dead? I can't afford to lose anyone af – after Gideon and Fabian, Arthur!' Molly's voice had jumped an octave.
'No – no, you misunderstand. You-know-who's dead,'
'Now now daddy, it's not time for jokes,' said Bill, who had just entered the hall.
'I'm not joking!' shouted Arthur, making Percy jump.
The party was silent for a few seconds.
'Who did it? Dumbledore? I knew only he could do it. Where did he duel him? Did anyone else get hurt?' Molly showered him with questions.
'No. He didn't challenge him. And Lily and James – are dead,' the word blocked his throat for a moment.
There was a few minutes' silence.
'If not Dumbledore, then who? Who had the power of killing him? asked Bill.
'Their son. Lily and James' son. I don't know how it happened – I know he's one! I didn't see it happening. You-know-who arrived at their house and killed them both. But Harry had some power which repelled the Avada Kedavra and kill him instead,'
'But then – what about – the boy? Where – will – he – go? said Molly, between sobs.
'I asked Dumbledore. I suggested that we take him. But Dumbledore says he will go to his aunt and uncle in Surrey. There must be some reason,'
'That boy will be famous. The world will know his name before he can even say it. He will do great things, that much is obvious,' declared Bill.
'It's time for celebration for now!' shouted Fred and George, who had been eavesdropping.
Somewhere far away, a boy was being looked upon for the last time in twelve years by his godfather. A boy with a lightning-bolt-shaped scar.