The Black Circle
Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)
Pairing(s); HP/OC (friendship) ( Pairings subject to change)
Warning(s): violence, language, slash
Prologue
( The Daily Prophet)
Late last night the Dark Lord, whose name I shall never write nor speak again – I am sure I am not the only one whose fears have been realized – struck again. And this time he struck not one, but four homes.
All four homes were located in Godrics Hollow, and were inhabited by either top Aurors or members of Albus Dumbledore's ORDER OF THE PHOENIX (for more on THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX turn to page 42). The murder of one family in particular forced the esteemed Hogwarts Headmaster to 'lose his cool'.
The Potter family, whom we all knew and liked, were what looked like the last family to be attacked. James Potter (39) was struck by the killing curse (For more on the killing curse turn to page 45) before the Dark Lord even entered the room. It was proven that the curse was shot from the wand of one Emile Vance (For a list of the captured Death Eaters turn to page 44), who confessed under Veritaserum the plan behind the killings and the members involved. Lily Potter (38) was struck down by a killing curse not long after James.
But there is not only heartbreak and loss on this night. Young Harry Potter (1) survived the attack with nothing more than a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Rumor has it that because Lily Potter had thrown herself in front of the curse meant for young Harry, she had inadvertently placed a strong love-protection charm on the young man that later saved him from the deadly curse and rebounded it back onto the Dark Lord.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Dark Lord has been defeated! Finally, the world can rest and be assured that his dark rein is over.
Four Years Later
Grease sizzled as bacon was expertly flipped in a medium sized pan. A curse was muttered in a soft tone as some splattered over the edge. Harsh blue-green eyes turned to the silent figure standing at the edge of the counter, a large plate in hand.
"It's a real shame you're so young. You could be doing this while I curled my hair." The woman spoke harshly, patting her frizzy hair with a bony hand.
"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia." The woman, Petunia Dursley, snorted softly.
"Hold up the plate." The boy held up the heavy plate and Petunia tipped the bacon onto the flowered surface, ignoring the soft yelp her nephew let out when the how grease splattered onto his hands. "Go put it on the table. Take a piece – a burnt one, mind you! – then go to your cupboard."
"Yes Aunt Petunia, thank you Aunt Petunia." Four-year-old Harry Potter softly slid the plate onto the kitchen table and grabbed a small piece of burnt bacon. He scurried out of the way as his aunt slid a plate of stacked pancakes next to the bacon and retreated quickly to his the cupboard under the stairs.
At the tender age of one Harry's parents had been killed in a car crash. Or so he had been told. But strange dreams and even stranger occurrences in his short life led Harry to believe that his parents' deaths were no accident, nor were they 'usual circumstances' he had been led to believe.
Instead, if he were to believe his nightmares, they had been murdered. By a man with red eyes and dark hair. If he were to believe his nightmares, they would have been murdered by magic. And if he were to believe his nightmares, he too was able to do magic – like them.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by his uncle's deep voice and the accompanying rattle of the rafters as the large man tromped down the stairs. "Where's the boy Petunia?" Harry tilted his head.
"In his cupboard. Why?" His uncle muttered something Harry could not quite make out. "What might you need him for? The lazy no good boy would only get in your way."
"Not this time Pet." Harry cracked open his door and closed his eyes as they moved into the living room. Sometimes if he willed it, his hearing would get better and he would be able to hear the conversation. And there it was, an increase in his hearing just like before.
"Were you gambling again Vernon?" Nothing new there. Vernon's gambling problems were always high.
"Maybe a little." Harry heard a snort from his aunt. "I'm in deep this time, and there's only one way I can get out of it." Harry heard a sigh and a soft thump and his aunt – he supposed it was his aunt, as his uncle's large body would have made a bigger thump if it fell on a couch – fell onto the couch.
"I've warned you Vernon….. Who did you brass off this time?"
"One of the Black Circle." There was an even louder sigh. "Look, I know how to make it go away and I need the boy."
"For what?"
"I know a man who will buy him."
TBC
Thanks a bunches to my new beta animewolfgirl. I will be sending her each of the chapters I have posted, so don't expect an update chapter wise until after she finishes looking at what I have written as well as what I wrote for chapter two. Enjoy!
