Looking into the Past
Summary- AU. On Harry's sixteenth birthday Sirius and Remus give him his mother's diary. While learning about his parents' lives, he grows closer to one Draco Malfoy. Slash Remus/Sirius. Harry/Draco. This story was posted before but it is being completely rewritten.
A/N- I recently took down the original of this story because I didn't like how it was turning out and by uploading new content into old chapter spaces I felt that since this one if becoming so drastically different from the other that it should just become it's own story and the other one should disappear. For example, in the original everyone ws straight and now four of them are gay. And I really don't know how it happened. But I have talked too much, so enjoy!
Halloween night, 1981.
The Potters were seated in their living room, enjoying a peaceful night. There was a small fire going in the fireplace and young Harry was playing with some of his toys. His parents, Lily and James, were sitting close together on the couch, quietly talking and watching over Harry, making sure he did not get to close to the fire. Harry had just thrown one of the soft balls he owned at himself when they heard the front door burst open. Both of the adults sprang up from the couch. Lily picked Harry up from off the floor while James started performing protective spells over the three of them. He then turned to his wife, a look of seriousness and grief in his eyes.
"Lily, take Harry and go. Try to get out of the house or something. Send an owl to Dumbledore; let him know it wasn't Sirius who betrayed us. Now go!"
"But, James, I can't leave you here!"
"Yes, you can. We need to try and save Harry. He deserves to live more than we do since he has had so little time here. Lily, you have to try and keep him safe."
"I'll try. I love you, James."
"I know. I love you too. Hurry, he's almost here."
Lily nodded once, tears gathering in her eyes. She held Harry closer to her as she an out of the back of the room and upstairs. She opened the door to Harry's room and locked it securely after she was inside. Harry's room had the most protective spells on it simply because Harry was the only one unable to defend himself. Lily put Harry down in his crib then crossed the room to the desk. She quickly pulled out a small roll of parchment and inked a quill. In a hurried scrawl she wrote:
Dumbledore,
I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but when you receive this we'll be dead. Our location has been sold out to Voldermort and James is downstairs fighting him now. There are two things you must know. One- we switched our secret keeper to Peter because we wanted to keep Sirius safe. Two- we have placed a number of protection spells on Harry and his room so if by some miracle he survives because of them, send him to live with Sirius. They're going to need each other.
-Lily.
Rolling the parchment up into a small scroll, Lily quickly crossed the room to the window. The family owl was in her cage curiously watching the young witch. As Lily neared her, she stuck out her leg, allowing Lily to securely tie the scroll to it.
"Hey, girl. I need you to deliver this to Dumbledore immediately. Once you deliver the letter, go to Sirius' and wait there. Harry will be there, alright?"
The owl, Hedwig, hooted once and flew out the window Lily had just opened. After watching Hedwig for a few seconds, Lily went back to the crib. She picked Harry back up and held him close.
"Harry, your father and I love you very much. I just hope that everything works out and you stay safe. Be brave my little one, we will never leave you."
Lily opened her mouth again, but before she could say anything the door to the room flew open. Lily turned around hopefully, but saw it was not James and only held Harry closer to her.
"Where's my husband?"
"Where do you think, dearie? He's dead. Just like you two soon will be."
"I may die, but you will not kill Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl! You know it's all your fault that Harry and James are dying tonight."
"Oh, shut your mouth, Tom."
"How dare you call me that filthy muggle name!"
"How can you stand being such a hypocrite? You're only a half-blood but you prance around like an effen pureblood."
"You filthy mudblood! No one talks to Lord Voldermort like that!"
"If most of the wizarding world wants you dead, you can't be much of a lord."
"It's only mudblood trash like you that wants me dead. If the wizarding world wasn't so polluted, the people would be able to see how right I am."
"There is nothing right about how you think. If you have to kill off three-quarters of this world's population to make everyone believe in you, you can't be thinking right. Why are you like this? Killing innocent people can't really make you this happy. Can it?"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You're the stupid bitch who decided to have a kid and go against my warnings. I've left you so many warnings, killed hundreds, but you refused to listen."
"Oh no! Don't you go blaming your killing sprees on me. I don't know what happened to you when you were younger to make you like this, but seriously, can't you go see a therapist and try and sort out all your problems that way?"
"You dare mock me! I've had enough of your babble. Avada Kedarva!"
Right before the green light came out of Voldermort's wand tip, Lily turned once again towards the crib and shielded Harry's body with her own. As the light hit her square in the back, she was jostled forward and Harry fell out of her arms into the crib. Lily's body crumbled to the ground, her green eyes starring into nothingness. Voldermort let out a cackle of laughter before walking closer to the crib.
"You know, Harry, it's all your mother's fault that you're dying tonight. If you had been born into a different family, things might have been different for you. You may have lived past the age of 5, depending on what type of family you were born into. But I'm afraid that with a mother as powerful as yours, I cannot allow you to live. Who knows, you may have inherited some of that power and one day could have become more powerful than me? And we can't have that, now can we?"
Voldermort let out one more laugh before leveling his wand with Harry's head. The young baby starred at the wand curiously. He grabbed onto one of the bars of his crib and pulled himself up, trying to get a better look at the wand tip. Voldermort took that moment and utter the two fateful words to kill Harry. As soon as the green light left his wand tip, he turned around and started walking out of the room. If only he had stayed a moment longer, he might have seen the light shield that went up around Harry or the bright light that rebounded into him, causing his soul to depart his body and him to not be heard from for many years...