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"the big people". I borrowed a few lines from The Philosopher's Stone.
Those lines aren't mine, either.
Summary: What if Harry hadn't been sent to the Dursleys? What if he'd been taken away when his parents died, and been given to people on another planet to foster?
Author's note: This is yet another HP/Sonic Underground crossover. The idea's been bouncing around in my head for over a year, but I didn't actually write anything down until the other day. If you don't like the crossover, no-one's forcing you to read it. And don't flame, or I'll flame you right back. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you" and all that.
What If...? By Chris Atola
She wasn't looking forward to this. Not at all. Visiting death-scenes was not her cup of tea. She gripped the envelope tightly in her hand as she walked into the remains of a once pleasant home. She heard and followed the baby's wails into the nursery, tracing a cross in the air as she passed what had once been James Potter.
Once in the nursery, she quietly walked over to the remains of Lily Potter and placed the envelope in her outstretched hand, repeating the gesture.
"I will look after Harry. I swear it."
Finally, she moved over to the baby, who was sitting on the rug, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes.
"Shh, little one, it'll be alright."
She picked the child up and went over to his crib, picking up the blanket and wrapping him in it. She salvaged what little photographs and personal items belonging to Harry's parents as she could, then moved to the centre of the room. A single tear escaped her. Moments later, both she and Harry Potter disappeared.
~*~
A few minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle was heard. A bright halogen light appeared in the sky, and soon the flying motorcycle landed on the road outside the ruins. A black-haired man with dark eyes, wearing midnight robes, jumped off the motorcycle and ran into the ruins. Seeing the bodies of Lily and James Potter, he cried out "No!" before bursting into tears.
At that very moment, an enormous man flying a broomstick landed outside what remained of the front door. He entered, and, seeing the first man, said, "Sirius?"
Sirius turned his gaze to the other man. "They're dead. Harry's gone."
The other man said nothing, just looking at the two people lying on the floor. Noticing the envelope lying on the floor, he asked, "Wassat?"
Sirius bent down and picked the envelope up, turning it over. In slightly loopy handwriting, there were the words /Headmaster Dumbledore/ written on the front.
He handed the envelope to the larger man, saying, "Take that to Dumbledore. And take my bike. I won't be needing it anymore." He turned and Disapparated with a crack. The one man shrugged and put the envelope in his pocket, the walked to the motorcycle, and flew away.
He flew to Surrey, landing in front of Number Four, Privet Drive, where an old, white-haired man, and a strict-looking woman were waiting.
"Hagrid," the old man said. "At last. And where did you get that motorbike?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Young Sirius Black lent it me. But we have a problem." He pulled out the envelope and gave it to Dumbledore, who accepted and opened the letter. He started to read.
/Headmaster,
You are no doubt wondering what happened to young master Potter. Rest assured, he is in better hands than he would be, in the "care" of his relatives. You will know what I mean this very night.
The child will be returned to Earth when he turns eleven, to attend Hogwarts. However, he will return to his new fosters for all holidays.
The current time-guardian,
Christina Atola./
As he finished reading, he sighed. "Well, it it out of our hands now. Let us hope the time-guardian is true to her word."
Is that good, bad, or absolutely horrible? (I'll even accept flames for this particular chapter, but not later on.) Should I continue?
Summary: What if Harry hadn't been sent to the Dursleys? What if he'd been taken away when his parents died, and been given to people on another planet to foster?
Author's note: This is yet another HP/Sonic Underground crossover. The idea's been bouncing around in my head for over a year, but I didn't actually write anything down until the other day. If you don't like the crossover, no-one's forcing you to read it. And don't flame, or I'll flame you right back. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you" and all that.
What If...? By Chris Atola
She wasn't looking forward to this. Not at all. Visiting death-scenes was not her cup of tea. She gripped the envelope tightly in her hand as she walked into the remains of a once pleasant home. She heard and followed the baby's wails into the nursery, tracing a cross in the air as she passed what had once been James Potter.
Once in the nursery, she quietly walked over to the remains of Lily Potter and placed the envelope in her outstretched hand, repeating the gesture.
"I will look after Harry. I swear it."
Finally, she moved over to the baby, who was sitting on the rug, looking up at her with tear-filled eyes.
"Shh, little one, it'll be alright."
She picked the child up and went over to his crib, picking up the blanket and wrapping him in it. She salvaged what little photographs and personal items belonging to Harry's parents as she could, then moved to the centre of the room. A single tear escaped her. Moments later, both she and Harry Potter disappeared.
~*~
A few minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle was heard. A bright halogen light appeared in the sky, and soon the flying motorcycle landed on the road outside the ruins. A black-haired man with dark eyes, wearing midnight robes, jumped off the motorcycle and ran into the ruins. Seeing the bodies of Lily and James Potter, he cried out "No!" before bursting into tears.
At that very moment, an enormous man flying a broomstick landed outside what remained of the front door. He entered, and, seeing the first man, said, "Sirius?"
Sirius turned his gaze to the other man. "They're dead. Harry's gone."
The other man said nothing, just looking at the two people lying on the floor. Noticing the envelope lying on the floor, he asked, "Wassat?"
Sirius bent down and picked the envelope up, turning it over. In slightly loopy handwriting, there were the words /Headmaster Dumbledore/ written on the front.
He handed the envelope to the larger man, saying, "Take that to Dumbledore. And take my bike. I won't be needing it anymore." He turned and Disapparated with a crack. The one man shrugged and put the envelope in his pocket, the walked to the motorcycle, and flew away.
He flew to Surrey, landing in front of Number Four, Privet Drive, where an old, white-haired man, and a strict-looking woman were waiting.
"Hagrid," the old man said. "At last. And where did you get that motorbike?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Young Sirius Black lent it me. But we have a problem." He pulled out the envelope and gave it to Dumbledore, who accepted and opened the letter. He started to read.
/Headmaster,
You are no doubt wondering what happened to young master Potter. Rest assured, he is in better hands than he would be, in the "care" of his relatives. You will know what I mean this very night.
The child will be returned to Earth when he turns eleven, to attend Hogwarts. However, he will return to his new fosters for all holidays.
The current time-guardian,
Christina Atola./
As he finished reading, he sighed. "Well, it it out of our hands now. Let us hope the time-guardian is true to her word."
Is that good, bad, or absolutely horrible? (I'll even accept flames for this particular chapter, but not later on.) Should I continue?