Okay guys, so I am kind of new at this. This is my frst fanfiction. The idea actually comes from an unfinished french fic named another story. I kinda liked the idea and I got the okay to translate and continue the story. And I can tell you I am excited :D

Well, here it begins !

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Edited version

Chapter 1: The great Attack

An All Hallow Eve

Tonight, I remember the start of it all. Even if I do not want to. It just … keeps happening. Will it ever stop? Magic haunts me … down right to my name. I hate it so much it hurts. My body even stopped remembering ages ago the feel of the thrill. I convinced myself it was nothing. But the tears still flow unwaveringly, staining slowly with their watery color the sheets I sat upon.

I was told to write down what I remembered. So here is the story of too many fallen people I once hold dear.

As I might have told before, I know things, things I should not possibly know.

I was five. And I saw death right in front of me.

Black as the blood in my veins, it was spilled to my feet with a joyous glee, one I will forever be afraid of. I spent my whole life trying to stop that ugly feeling from resurfacing again. It didn't work. Sadly, I live with this clench forever, knowing that had I done something more, it would not have happened. All that slaughter …

But you are not here to hear about my own sad life.

It was a night like all others. Or at least at first. Maybe it was a bit cold for an October night. I don't know. For the muggles, everything seemed as fine as it could be, children running all over the place for treats, impersonating real wizards and witches without knowing they were watching them in distaste. Let's face it people, no one is happy to see they are seen as man-eater or some ugly-something-humanoid. Inferii might though.

Hum, back to the story at hand.

The streets were crowded. But only muggle-crowded. The whole of Britain Wizarding World was at war, waiting for misery to come at their doors. Few witches were out in the night, and those that were, kept looking around them afraid of the darkness. And for a good reason. Dementors lurked around, sucking the soul of unsuspecting people.

But if you were one to let your ear open, you would have realized one grand secret : panic, fear and blood coated the minds of the magic-folk. On the third street, right off the great boulevard, around the corner with the corny muggle pub, you would see the leaky-cauldron. And then just after that, Diagon Alley. Turn a bit to the left after Madam Malkin's shop and here you can find yourself on Knockturn Alley. What a charming street … with the all so charming witches and wizard all here because of some unsavory business. Nowadays, though, nobody cared. Everyone just wanted to know they would be safe by the end of the day. Sadly, it was not the case.

The small tavern, next to the old barn – yes there once was a barn on Knockturn Alley, before some dark Wizard thought it would be funny to cook together all the roosters- was buzzing with sound and merriment, even in these dark times. Here's the catch though. There were no Aurors. Only Death-Eaters. These people lived for the thrill of serving their Master, the Oh so great Lord Voldemort. All of them agreeing with his every word, mostly, death to all non-magic people, slavery for the others. Even I, at a time, worshipped the very ground he walked on. Ah, you did not expect that, uh? Ha, well, let it be another bit added to my tab of being a traitor.

Outside of that tavern, no one knew for sure who could have commandited an attack for sure – for an attack was sure to follow. But, eyes still lingered on the left arm of unknown people before hurrying out of sight. It was never prudent to tarry too long in one place when knowing death was awaiting in a corner.

Curfew was at eight, so very soon, no one was in the tavern of Knockturn Alley. Some rats might have stayed there though. And that was worrysome. As a whole, the place fully crowded minutes before, was now empty. Suddenly, the atmosphere became eerie.

The situation was very much tense, all waiting for that bolt of thunderstorm to strike, waiting for the one who would begin that all-out war. On the one hand, you would have the Death-Eaters, led by one crazy Lord Voldemort, and on the other hand, the Order of the Phoenix led by one mighty Albus Dumbledore. And in the middle of it all : the whole magical population of Great-Britain.

So this night I keep talking about, just so that you can commit into your tiny head every single detail possible, was not a very good one for just about any sane person. And certainly not for one Albus Dumbledore. Truth to be told, the mightiest Wizard from these last 5 decades seemed particularly las. In his eternal magenta robes and his half-moon spectacles, he was watching raptly his strange silvery trinkets making awful noises on his desk. No doubt only him could possibly know what these weird shaped objects meant. And perched on his shoulder, a beautiful phoenix was singing a macabre song. Yes, tonight, it was better not to be Albus Dumbledore. Breaking the enchantment, the door of the desk-room opened on two professors of the reknown Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One of them was affubled of big black capes and dark greasy hair. The other one was a woman, a bit on the strict side, and dressed in elegant emerald robes.

"Why have you called us here Albus? It is late and students-

A simple gesture of the headmaster stopped the flow of words from the woman. The other man seemed to just wait, lost into his own world, eyes unseeing.

"Minerva, I think tonight, we will have a lot to do. Listen to what Severus has to say."

All the looks veered towards the potion master named Severus. Even the portraits hung on the walls were looking at him. With a trembling voice, he finally uttered a word, eyes still unfocused.

"I just received the informations. I did not think it …" a small break happened, "The Dark Lord approaches. He … he demanded to all his Death-Eaters to attack certain places at once. A small force will attack the Ministry, another a village. Another one the Longbottoms. Maybe one will go after the Potters, the Michaelsons and Smiths. Tonkses are sure to be targeted with Bellatrix in the ranks. Unfortunately, I don't know where He will go. No one does. I just know the attack will begin at nine tonight. That's all I know Albus … I did not receive any orders … I must not be in his favours and-"

"To lament oneself won't help you at all Severus."

"-Sorry! But … since when did you know ?"

Another silence followed the question. Then, a whisper from the headmaster. Slowly a strangled noise coming from the woman was heard.

"Minerva, it is not time to despair yet. There is still a lot to do and I am sure we can do something."

Suddenly, a white bolt came from one of the wooden object of the Headmaster.

"I sent a patronus to the Order. Our sole hope is that it's not too late to act. For our future …"

And yet another silence accompanied the three wizards in the room, only this time it was overruled by the huge timepiece of Hogwarts ringing nine. 9 pm. The attack had just begun. And no one realized just what an important detail had just escaped their attention. To this day, in the pensive, I can hear myself screaming at them, trying to hurl objects at them. If only … if only they had realized it. Maybe, all of this would not have happened. Couldn't they see it? The flow of magic was being tempered with.

But a bolt later and the phoenix perched on the shoulder of the Headmaster had just disappeared, and with him, the three other persons in the room.

In memories, you can go back and forth from place to place. Here is just a rag-tag put-together piece of memory. It is lucky I have this much, but those are my most prized possessions. The people it once belonged to are long gone now, and I am the only one wielding the truth of that night. Yet I don't know who to cry for: for loved-ones gone, for mistakes that cost the life of around thousands of wizards or just for the misery I am about to retell you. For, don't misunderstand what I am trying to do here. This, is, the war recounted. From both sides. Unraveled to you as I understood it.

Riddle Manor was a sore sight for the eyes. It was, once, a great castle. But it lost its shiny luster long ago. Now, it just looks like a great lump of trash put together. It wass not worthy of any title now.

But in the main room, sat hundreds of dark-masked wizards, all of them kneeling in front of one white faced man.

"My Lord, I beg of you, what are your ord-"

The person kneeling in front of the marble throne never got to finish his sentence. A green bolt had just hit him square in the chest. In the huge ball room where sat a bald man with red eyes, everybody tensed. He-Whose-Name-Must-Not-Be-Pronounced was lifting his wand.

"No one talks. Wait for my signal. No one removes his hood. Commit suicide otherwise."

The anxiety, which ruled in master in the huge room, increased even more. The eyes of everyone riveted on their comrade's corpse.

"Everyone's got their specific orders. Bella, I won't accept any failures. Do you hear me ?"

"Yes Master."

The voice of Bellatrix Lestrange seemed oddly subdued. Oh well, it would not last for long.

"You'd better." Said Lord Voldemort. Under the threat, a smile played on the lips of the deranged witch.

"It won't be necessary Master." Whispered the witch with such softness it should have been impossible for one trembling witch like her. But she was insane and it was well known. She was particularly known for her crucio-happy wand casting.

Lord Voldemort did not say anything else. He smiled, once, twice, before laughing like a child before lifting yet another time his wand. A strong light came forth and then no one was there. All of them were gone with a loud bang. All but the corpse of that one Death-Eater.

The attack had just begun, and already bolts of all colors smeared the sky. In the Manor, the corpse of an unknown Death-Eater waited for a snake to come.

As I said, and I promess I won't interfere with you after that note, I like to know things. So I recorded the most important places. Maybe you have seen for yourself such atrocities. Maybe you were out that night, to defend or attack, who cares at this point? So much worse was unleashed after that. But that night was a night for terrible acts. Here is what happened at the Ministry, there is what happened at the Longbottoms and over there you will find the terrible fate of the Potters. Some leagues away, this metamorphmagus child is dying. His name was Fergus Michaelson. He was six. I like to think it cld have been anyone else. Bu it wasn't. Without knowing it, Something darker than ever before had begun to unleash its wrath. And I would come to understand it years later.

At the Ministry of Magic, things went south real fast. Usually, night was a time for sour Aurors to spit against society. Tonight though, was all-Hallow-Eve. So despite the rather gloomy atmosphere of the whole day really, voices were booming loudly.

"-Ah Perfect ! Potter, Black ! With me !"

A deep voice, more grunting than welcoming was heard above the hall of chimneys. A man with a wooden leg and more scars than a man should ever have stopped himself in front of two wizards. The two wizards, Black and Potter, did not say a word nor exchanged laughs.

"-not time to laugh you Flobberworm band. We're going to hunt Death-Eaters tonight, t's going to rain this pest. So"

"Constant vigilance" said the two other men laughing wildly at a joke only them could ever hope to understand. Then they shut up. "We're with you Moody" said the man sporting glasses.

"You don't have a choice Potter. Black, not a word from you. Every Auror is requisitioned. Tonight will be a downright massacre, so no false notes. Either way, it's death awaiting us."

"We're always serious when working ! "smiled the second man, Black.

A glare and a pointed look from the two men in front of Sirius Black stopped him in his tracks. Yes, he did not want to confront the two wizards in a one on two battle. Chances were, he would lose in a mere three seconds. Three seconds being the time it would take him to apparate away but also the time his partner would have to erect an anti apparition ward and just enough time for Moody to stun him. Ha … he could try something else … but somehow, he knew it would not be worth it. He had so many things up his sleeve for other persons. Persons like … his very own crazy family.

Coughing just a little bit to hide his day dream, he leaned over his long time best-friend and Partner in crime at work, James Potter.

"Think he's still mad at us for the Polyjuice ?" mouthed uncertainly Sirius while following Moody throughout the maze the Ministry was.

"I don't think he knows it was our doing."

"Not so sure … I had intensive training for two weeks after that small prank. "

"Well … mate, you were the one who gave him the potion."

"He should be ashamed to have drank it. And how in hell did he expect me to know he would take the appearance of Servilus ? Which, by the way, makes me think – shut up Potter, yes I think – how did you take a sample of his hair without having your hand rotting ? And the smell dude … the smell and grease … Ahh, don't you touch me ever again ! And I am so telling Lily for that one"

"Bro! I put on some gloves. Have some faith!"

The silent begging of one James Potter did nothing to stop Sirius from cackling loudly. Ignoring completely the grunts of Moody Mad Eye – perks of being hit-Wizard.

"CONSTANT VIGILIANCE! Bumbling idiots! You! Stop waving your wand around before you hurt yourself!" screamed the old Auror at some poor witch strolling with a stack of paper following her. "You two! Stop fooling around. We're taking the portkey! Hurry up! Come one! "

"Where to?"

"Not here!" was the rough reply.

Just in time, the three men held on some tiny rope and disappeared. The dodged the green bolts too. With that, the strangled cry from wizards came into focus.

"DEATH-EATERS IN THE MINISTRY!"

Soon, the Ministry was no more than a battle of all colors fighting for life.

Longbottoms residence was a rather lonely mansion on the side of a park. Let it be not said that Pureblood Wizards had no tastes. The mansion was absolutely gorgeous. The small alley leading to the mansion, though, was completely useless and well, full of dirt. And this is where the three aurors that disappeared from the Ministry – or escaped, depends on your point of view, but I like to be optimistic, so let's keep it light – appeared. All of their wands up in their hands.

"What are we doing here?"

"Longbottoms. We secure the area, rough up some Death-Eater baby and we go on our separate ways." The three men treaded lightly on the path, waiting for some kind of ambush. "They might already be here, be careful."

Thing is, Death Eaters were not there yet. It was from the distinct noise of apparition the three Aurors realized they had some company. James stopped and showed eight with his fingers.

The message was passed down. There were eight Death Eaters. The Secret Keeper of the Longbottoms is either dead or a death-Eater. Possibly both.

James then flaunted his invisibility cloak and went slowly toward the great doors of the mansion. No words needed, James was the only one who knew the mansion that much, even Frank Longbottom admitted as much after some party. Sirius just waited next to Moody Mad eye, a disillusion spell already in place.

The battle went sourly. The eight Death-Eaters strove hard against the wards of the Mansion, unable yet to disable them. Sirius and Moody kept waiting for James to come back but he was not. They decided to act a few minutes later, but the moment the first spell was thrown the eight death-Eaters focused their attention solely on Moody. Sirius tried to counter them but failed and ended up throwing hexes all over the place. Bolts of all colors went back and forth, with a fair share of green spells but few found their original targets. Fortunately for the Aurors, they were agile enough to keep dodging the green spells. But there was something odd on this battle. The moment one spell was out, the whole bunch of Death Eaters was upon them.

"They are not here for the wards!" shouted Sirius. "They want to keep us out!"

With two flicks of his wand, three Death-Eaters collapsed. With a huff, Sirius kept on moving, escaping an orange spell by a few. He heard Moody shouting some obscure threats at a death-eater – Sirius actually pitied for a second the poor dude. Then he remembered he served Lord Voldemort and actually sent a tripping jinx toward the unsuspecting death-eater. Shouting blue murder, Sirius then went back into the small crowd.

"Sectumsempra"

The purple spell touched Moody dead on his left eye. An actual scream escaped the lips of the old Auror before a yellow spell went hurling at a frightening speed toward the Death-Eater who cast it. He never woke up. Sirius, try as he might, could only stop the unstoppable. Moody was down and Sirius would not be able to be a match for three fully trained Death-Eater. Then as quick as ever, a spell touched him. Sirius stopped moving altogether.

"NOOOO! Padfoot!"

An orange bolt cut through the air and finished the Death-Eater who had touched Sirius. James came through the foliage, all bruised up but overall in good shape. Following him, was one Frank Longbottom. Even through rage and tears the two Aurors ended the two last Death-Eater in mere seconds.

"Hurry, we must take them inside" screamed Frank. His nose was bleeding and his left arm formed an angle it should not have. James had only eyes for Sirius, not caring about his face at all.

"Hurry up, everything is not lost yet. He was not hit by an avada. He is still breathing."

The two Aurors levitated the two bodies and took them straight through the doors. There, waiting for them was Augusta Longbottom, the mother of Frank, in her eternal eagle-hat. Sha was definitely irritated.

"-How dare they!? How did that sneaky little serpent dared! By my own Secret Keeper too! This, … this means war!"

The old witch tried a few choice words that made Frank go an exquisite green color. The old witch stopped when she saw James.

"Eh, got all banged up, not so much of a pretty face anymore."

Without so much as an another word, potions floated towards them and went down on the nearest table.

"Move idiot. Put him there. And Frank, go look for the magic eye your grandfather left. It should be in one of the shelves."

No questioning why a magic eye would be there, Frank went straight through the shelves.

"Calm down James. Sirius is just stunned. He should be up and about with a good Ennervate. But Moody … well … Frank?! The eye!"

The eye asked for came tumbling down. Not really paying attention to the gory details, Augusta took it in her hand and plucked it in the socket left in Moody's face.

"It will have to do for now."

James was ready to throw up after that demonstration and Frank was probably already rejecting his dinner somewhere on the ground.

Only a few moments later did the talking begin.

"They came all at once. At nine exactly, they were at the doors. And Bellatrix Lestrange was there. She managed to infiltrate the Mansion and she found us. It was just me, Alice and small Neville. Fortunately Mom was there too. She managed to stop Bellatrix in her folly and bought us enough time for Alice to take Neville in a safe-house. She should be back any time now, with some reinforcements." Frank took a swing of Butterbeer, "But Bellatrix was not alone. Her husband was there too. Rodolphus. I think Rabastan might have been somewhere too. He is never too far from his brother. Anyway. I engaged Rodolphus in a duel. But things went rather downhill. He would have killed me had James not come through. We then succeeded in putting him off, but he escaped. I did not understand why too. Bellatrix did the same. It must have been a ploy to get us here but, why?... well there is nothing to do anymore."

"Hmm. Yes. That little devil, Bellatrix Lestrange did the same thing once she realized Neville was not there anymore. Might be safer to bring him back here. They would not dare to come back with a house full of Aurors." mumbled Augusta Longbottom.

"Neville?" one disorientated Sirius asked

"The Prophecy bro." reminded James to his best-friend, "we must protect Neville at all cost ccording to Albus Dumbledore." he ignored Franck Longbottom's grimace. He, too, didn't like that prophecy. But Neville would save the whole wizarding world one day. So, all of themhad to protect the boy for now.

A pregnant silence cut the room. The green flames flared to life and let Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin and Alice Longbottom walk through.

The news spread like a wildfire. Besides Hogwarts, in merely minutes everybody was aware of the Death Eater attack. As one they had attacked. But retaliation was on its way. Even if Diagon Alley was badly damaged, goblins and wizards alike lying on the ground, Fabian and Gideon Prewett were there. At the Ministry, Albus Dumbledore had just come with, in his wake, some strong Warriors named the Na-Dragons. The Minister herself, Bagnold was showing some serious spirit for such an old witch. Villagers, even through the fires ravaging their homes, dented the forces of the Death-Eaters like nothing. The most surprising thing though, was the fact that the Death-Eaters were slowly reclining. All the members who arrived at the Longbottoms, headquarters of a night, said the same things. Besides the massacre, Death-Eaters were either committing suicide once their identities revealed, or apparated away. Not one building, not one monument had yet to fall to their fearsome numbers. And they kept on going as if they were winning. Worse news though, Lord Voldemort had yet to come on the battlefield. The apprehension of his coming was what stroke fear. No one knew. At ten thirty, the Attack was not over. But no one was lingering on the floor of Longbottom Mansion.

Tonight had been terrible. Tonight had been bloody. But tonight was far from over.

The Longbottom's safe house was just a normal magic house. It was not that much warded either. After all, Franck and Alice were on the side of hidden in plain sight. Either way, the safe house belonged to some very old wizard named Alfred Rottingpot. He had once a very flourishing career in the Ministry but now was in a magic retirement. Working was not a part of his life anymore. Now, he could just rest in his house and look up at the sky at night. Or just babysit some baby. As it was, when Alice Longbottom came tumbling out of the fireplace, he had no other choice but to help her. After all, he had known her for the better part of his life. Well, he had known her parents, but that was jst a very small detail. Out she came, and she was holding in her arms a small five-year-old Neville. The poor boy seemed completely terrorized and utterly spent at the same time. Alice did not seem to hold it in better than he was.

"Death Eaters at the Mansion. From the insane laugh, I would wager Bellatrix Lestrange was there leading this attack. Not sure though, she kept her mask on. I must hurry Al."

With a swish of his wand, Alfred took some potions to heal the small cuts on Alice's arm and then took Neville from her arms.

"Don't you worry about your little tyke. I have him. He is in good hands. Hurry up and help them."

More than ever, Alfred knew what it meant. As terrible as it could be, he just knew a terrible fate could befall him, Neville or Alice. Somehow, he was just tired. He found himself staring at the window while Alice went out, Neville already sleeping on the couch upstairs. For a long while, in silence, Alfred looked outside. It was, the only thing keeping up to date with the news. In state of wars, he had naturally warded his house against intruders. Just the bare minimum, but it was enough to keep at bay his old friends, if ever they were still alive. The clouds above kept on looking more and more sinister. Each and every bolt coming from one wand was reflected on the once white clouds. As the night grew darker by the minutes, the landscape seemed just … dying. Collapsing on itself. The beautiful land barren of any human soul.

As if answering an unsung plea, the weather, on his own accord, began acting.

"It's gonna rain … And the Wizarding world is at war right now … What a waste."

On this last thought, Alfred moved from his window panel. He went to the kitchen to drink a cold Firewhiskey. And right when the drink was at his lips did he hear a sound on his door. Somebody was knocking.

"Dad! Open, it's me!" a cry said.

Holding in a whisper at the thought of his idiot son who kept on forgetting the spare keys, Alfred opened the door a tad bit angry.

"You could have paid attention and kept your keys with y-"

As many other wizards that night, Alfred Rottingpot did not finish his sentence. Lord Voldemort had just made an apparition. An awful smile gracing his face.

"Perfect, Bella. Perfect." the Dark Lord whispered.

Slowly, he discarded the corpse that was Alfred and cast a quick homenum revelio. That particular spell pointed him then where the last living being of the house was. As slowly as ever, knowing his plan was about to be complete, Lord Voldemort went upstairs. Walking like family might do on burial event.

"Such a disaster … a house like this, home of some pureblood wizard."

A sneer escaped his lips, and as undignified it might have been for him, Lord Voldemort stopped a moment to stare at some odd painting.

"Traitor to their own blood. These pests don't have a place in my society anymore."

The painting went down in ashes. Lord Voldemort kept on walking. After an entirely too long time, he finally came to the room that would held the boy. The red eyes of the wizard became alert. He sleeps. Foe some odd reason, Lord Voldemort found that fact funny. Here, the fearsome wizard took time to take in the scene. No need to hurry when wizards were at each other's throats. Such beauty. Such craftsmanship. And only his mind could potentially realize how great, how terribly ingenious his plan was. There, just in the back of the great mage, black clouds were forming. Obscuring the path way back. But lord Voldemort did not know that. Lifting his hand, his eyes redder, about to commit yet another crime, his wand came down

"-Avada Kedavra"

The spell was what ended Lord Voldemort. In this time, in this era, it was his end. This night, Lord Voldemort went down, killed by his own trap. His soul scattered to the four winds, a scar left on the small Neville and some dark robes at the end of the bed.

The small room was not even in disorder. And that is how the Longbottoms found their son, sound asleep with no care in the world people had died in front of him.

Some time ago, in another part of the country, at Godric's Hollow more exactly, war had yet to come. But as small as the village could be, it was a well known wizard village. Death-Eaters were bound to come at some time. But the only sound that disturbed the tranquility of the village was the loud crack of apparition. James, Sirius and Remus appeared a bit confused but overall in great shape. The three men went down the alley to Potter cottage.

"The village does not seem to have been attacked. What a lucky night for you James." Observed Remus nursing a sore arm. A grunt answered him.

"Whatever. Lily would have slaughtered them anyways."

A smile appeared on the three men faces. No doubt Lily could knock all the Death Eater.

"Finally home. Come on guys."

James led the way to a small cottage. And when he opened the door, instead of being welcome by the warmness of his home or the charming wand of his wife, James was met with a wall of mud before being taken down by some force.

"Ah!"

Neither Sirius nor Remus helped him, apparently scared through their wits by some lady behind him.

"Dad! You're home!"

"Wahou Prongslet, that thing was your doing?" asked Sirius poking with his wand the mud wall. An angry shout, also known as Lily, urged them inside.

"Uncle Padfoot! Moony! You're all right!" screamed a small dark haired boy.

"Of course I'm fine." Huffed Sirius. James and Remus sent pointed glares that Sirius tried to ignore.

"Harry James Potter! How many times do I have to tell you to come to bed! Immediately!"

Laugher followed her statement.

"Why are you all laughing? Harry, bed, now."

"Yes mum. Da, you coming too?"

"Sure, come up, I'll be right behind you."

Harry went up the stairs leaving the adults in the hall. Remus took the chair while Sirius went in the kitchen to eat some left-overs. Lily, looking at James like she had never seen him, finally said.

"Well, you are coming late. I heard some terrible news from …" she snapped her eyes shut for a while. No one tried to contradict her. Changing the topic as soon as possible, Lily glared at Sirius. "By the way, what have you been teaching Harry? You have the worst influence on him."

"Me! What have I done again?! Why not James! I feel injustice here!"

A wand met with Sirius face. The poor lad then tried to hide behind James.

"Alright. I'll admit it. Everything is my fault. I am to blame for all your troubles. So I apologize for the cat, the holes in your wall, the broken vase and the cake in your kitchen. And for your hair. Especially your hair. Pink hair was never your thing."

"What are you talking about?! Pink ha-"

The smiles on the three Marauders were priceless and just what Lily needed to understand the situation.

"Alright. You win. But James, your son is one ugly little monster."

The smiles did not dampen one bit.

"I'll have you known he redecorated his room. With Gryffindor colors too."

"Of course, my champion will be a lion!"

"… He transfigured wandlessly the blue rug into a lion plush eating a rat."

"He is a gifted youngster!" shouted still behind James, Sirius, "Only five and he can already understand magic laws!"

"…"

"…"

"You taught him to do that, did you not?"

"Look at it on the good side, Lily flower, He knows some advanced transfiguration."

"James! He is barely five! Between this and the broom-toy … He almost killed the cat! I thought it had a heart attack! And when it went into his room the lion roared."

"Lily, you worry more about the cat than Harry. That is worrysome."

"By my beard, my eyes must be failing me!" cried Sirius, laughing madly

"Diantre!" James was playing the game with Sirius.

"By Morgana! What an horror!"

"Enough!" screamed Lily to stop the antics of Sirius and James, "Harry's doing it on purpose. He likes to scare the cat."

"Me too! He just take a bit of wisdom from us! And in a few years he will be able to scare Minnie too."

After some shouting and some wand casting, the four adults stopped talking for a while, all utterly tired. Lily's hair finally took the right shade of red after a flick of her wand.

Sirius walked to the window when he heard a commotion outside.

"Something's happening outside. Those are not bonfires …"

"James, hurry up to the children. They need to be safely tucked at a safe-house. Hurry."

But it was a lost cause. The moment the words escaped Lily's lips, the door of the small cottage went down. In its wake, some Death-Eaters. And just in the middle, the shortest one said.

"I'm sorry Prongs."

"Wormtail!" whispered shocked James.

"YOU TRAITOR!" barked Sirius, wand at the ready.

The battle began and very quickly it was a race against time to save or kill the children. The spells were fired in all directions and Lily's charming abilities proved very effective. But the Death Eaters were far too many.
"Quickly upstairs I have a portkey with me" shouted Lily

However the noise had awakened the two Potter children. They pressed against each other when the door was broken. A Death Eater came in and pointed his wand at the children. Maureen wept with all her might and Harry tried to attack the legs of the Death Eater. But faster than the Death Eater's lightning, James arrived and grabbed his two children. He disappeared with Sirius, Lily and Remus very badly.

When he arrived, that is, at his safe house, James noticed several things. First, the safe-house was thrashed. Then, Remus was spread out on the ground and Maureen was in Lily's arms. At last the arm holding his son seemed very light. It was Lily's cry of confusion that forced him to face reality. Harry was gone. From the shirt James had held, there was only a piece of bloody cloth left. Panic and despair mingled with tears and the most extreme rage ever seen in James Potter appeared.

In a wizarding village:

There was a clap of thunder and then nothing. The child got up in the middle of the rubble and heard a noise.
" Quick ! It came from above! "
The child soon made out a few little things. 1, people had returned to his house, 2 his family was not there - could be downstairs still fighting, 3 he had to leave as soon as possible in hiding. That's what he did. He took care, however, to take a magic wand that lay on the ground without an owner. No doubt it could serve well.
The noises coming from the bottom became stronger and stronger, the struggle intensified, he felt it. Then he did the first thing that came to mind. He jumped out the window. Thinking about it, he thought that it was very stupid because now he had a pain in his legs. The shock had numbed his feet especially. But he did not stop. He remembered vaguely that his father had told him that in case of danger it was necessary to hide and to melt in the mass when we was pursued. Now, it seemed to him quite correct to go hide. So he ran into the streets, clearing a passage and avoiding the spells the sorcerers made. He avoided a lot of green evil. He was however spotted by two death eaters.

" Look at this ! A little piece of garbage without his parents! "

"He's not running fast, Rook."

"Easy and fun prey, I say we go McNair."

Soon there was a hunt. The child tried to escape but he had no luck at all. He tried nevertheless to escape at all costs from his detractors. He walked into an alley and saw a dead wizard with open eyes. He repressed a sob and could not help looking at him.

"Go and show your snotty head"

"What does he look like already?" It seems like he can change the color of his hair whenever he wants to" said in a very bad english some wizard.

"A metamorphmagus child ... it is very rare ... We have to bring him back to the manor, too precious to be lost that one."

When he heard these words, the child was panic-stricken, he disengaged himself from his hiding-place, and ran towards the exit of the village. He broke a house door and took the first broomstick he saw and flew off the cliff. At least he thought that there he could find help. It was not the case. Very quickly, in the air, he met the shots of the Death Eaters and could joyfully discover a mini battalion of wizards in black hood to the coast.

"Not my friends," said the child to herself.

This was probably his last thought. He was touched by McNair's spell and fell to the ground. He crashed and vaguely felt his skull hitting the rock. Before closing his eyes one last time, he saw the shadow of three Death Eaters stepping forward with sadistic smiles. Strangely, the child chose for a last form the same as the sorcerer who died on the alley. That was his last expression too.

In another wizarding village:

Bellatrix Lestrange was furious. While she had succeeded in her mission - to bring the little Londubat to Rottingpot - and to destroy in her wake some wizard villages here and then, she could not help shouting with rage. She had not been able to lay her hands on the renegades of her family. Between her sister, and dared-she-say, her niece, and her good-for-nothing cousin, she felt like a disgrace. After launching another Unforgivable she had the secret of, the Death Eater felt her skin freezing and her tattoo stung her. She shouted even more furious than ever because she, better than anyone, understood what it meant. Her Dark Lord had just died. Defeated. By a simple kid. Yes Bellatrix was really foaming with rage. She immediately called to order the other Death Eaters and killed those who did not listen to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw kids running around and trying to escape. She killed them all. No remorse felt too. How could they deserve to live when ... As she returned to the Lord's mansion, all the Death Eaters Apparated with her. Besides the corpse of the Death Eater half-eaten by Lord Voldemort's serpent, Bellatrix waited all-night with her fellow companions for an eventual return of the master. He never came back.

And all of you, remember it, for 1985 was a key date in the war between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Read it again and pass down what you've learnt. This staged the very first step of the horrors. Something much more sinister had breached the world and recovered from its long slumber because of this war. Me thinks both Voldemort and Dumbledore knew it, too. They felt it in the air, like a thunderstorm approaching.

Here. I hope you all liked it ^^

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