A Warriors' Heart Summary:
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Chapter 1
Remus Lupin smiled warmly at the sleeping bundle in the cot. He had finally be able to get fifteen month old Chris Potter to sleep, after much patience and trying. He grimaced at the memory of the youngest Potter child, screaming his lungs out, ordering to be picked up.
Shaking his head, Remus quietly made his way out of the room, carefully trying to not make any loud noises that would wake the sleeping child. Quickly and quietly the werewolf, made his way down the stairs and back to the lounge room, to see if Sirius had any luck in getting the Potter heir to sleep.
Upon entering the lounge room, he also most sighed in annoyance at the sight in front of him. There was, the usually loud and boisterous, Sirius Black rocking a sleeping child in his arms, humming a quiet, unnamed tune.
Braking the silence, Remus chuckled, "I never thought, I would see the day Sirius Black starts humming to children."
Said man glared darkly at the still smirking werewolf.
"Shut it, Moony," Sirius grumbled and childishly stuck out his tongue at his friend.
"Remind me again. Why are we babysitting?" Questioned Sirius, causing Remus to sigh.
"Padfoot, I've told you before," explained Remus, "Lily and James need a break, from the twins."
Sirius snorted, "If you ask me, they just needed a break from Chris. He is James' son hands down except for his red hair."
Remus raised an eyebrow in question.
"Don't get me wrong, he's a cute kid, but he's loud all the time," Sirius started, "Always whinnying, and oh so deafening."
"Reminds me of someone," Remus teased, again Sirius poked his tongue out.
"I find it amazing that neither Prongs nor Lily have gone crazy from his continuous screeching. I, don't mean to play favourites, but if I ever had children, I want them to be as easy going and quiet as little Harry."
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Dinner passed and as the night progressed Sirius began to grow restless, while Remus quietly read a book. Sirius tapped his fingers along the couch arm rest, wanting something to happen.
Both men jumped as a bang echoed throughout the house and the door flew off it's hinges. A shadow loomed in the doorway, and immediately Remus and Sirius jumped to their feet, wands in hand.
"Voldemort ," both men hissed with disgust.
"I'm disappointed, Wormtail," Remus and Sirius gasped in surprise, "You told me that the Potter's would be here, not some babysitters."
"Master," A voice whimpered, "Their children are here, though."
"True."
"Moony," Sirius whispered, "Get to the children. I'll keep snake face back."
"Okay," Remus whispered back, quickly leaving the room.
Sirius sneered at his once friend, "How could you, you traitor?"
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort hissed pointing his wand at Sirius.
On reflex, Sirius rolled out of the way of the green curse.
"Expelliarmus," Sirius snarled, but the curse missed it's target.
Sirius and Voldemort duelled for a few minutes longer, until finally the Dark Lord was able to hit his intented target.
"Avada Kedavra," he hissed, watching with glee as the green light struck the chest of Sirius.
Sirius's wand dropped from his hand and hit the floor with a soft thump, his body soon followed.
Wormtail's eyes went large, as his ex-friend fell lifelessly to the floor.
'What have I done,' Was the only thought running through his mind, as he followed his master up the stairs.
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Remus quickly, run up the stairs, carefully avoiding the the steps that made noise.
He cringed when he heard a yell, 'That means their started to duel.'
Quickly he made his way into the twins room and sighed when he saw that they were still both asleep. Confidently, the werewolf stood between the door the children, praying that Sirius was okay.
His heightened hearing was able to pick up the fight that was going on downstairs. Finally Remus heard a thud and panic began to fill his mind.
'Sirius please be okay.'
Straining his ears, the werewolf was able to pick up two pairs of footsteps coming towards the twins' room.
Gripping his wand tighter, Remus ready himself for his confrontation.
The door slammed open and Voldemort smirked victoriously at Remus.
"One down, one to go," The Dark Lord mocked.
"Why Wormtail?" Remus questioned, "I thought we were your friends. We trusted you."
"Move aside, werewolf," Voldemort ordered, "And I'll spare your life."
"Never!" Exclaimed Remus.
"Fine," Voldemort declared, "Then pay with your life. Avada Kedavra!"
The green curse took Remus by surprise, and hit him square in the chest. The force behind the spell sent Remus, flying back into the wall behind him and the force of his body upon impact caused the wall to crack under the pressure.
"Too easy," the snake man hissed, "Wormtail! Make sure no one else is here."
Wormtail nodded and quickly scampered out of the room.
Voldemort sneered at the back of the whimpering man, and proceeded into the room, walking closer and closer to the cot housing twin boys.
"So," he began, looking down at the two children, "One of you is to be my downfall. Not if I get you first."
Raising his wand, Voldemort uttered the two words that activated the killing curse, "Avada Kedavra!"
He watched closely as the green curse flew at the sleeping twins, a smirk firmly upon his face.
Suddenly Harry opened his eyes, and sat up. His eyes glowed silver, as the killing curse came closer. Upon contact, Harry's eyes turned pure silver and the curse hit Harry's forehead. The force of the spell pushed against a silver light, that erupted from the young boy's eyes.
Harry blinked and the green light was pushed back to it's caster.
Voldemort stood in complete shock, as his killing curse zoomed back at him. He couldn't even scream as the spell hit him, killing him instantly, leaving behind a bundle of black robes.
By this time Chris had woken up to see what all the noise was about, but before he could cry; plaster, from the wall where Remus's impacted, fell cutting a 'V' into his cheek.
Blinking in surprise, be began to wail as the pain set in.
Harry blinked sleepily at his brother, willing him to be quiet. His forehead hurt and he wanted to go back to sleep. The dark haired boy could feel something warm dripping down his face. Without wiping the warm stuff anyone, Harry fell forward, sleep catching up with him.
Chris continued to wail for someone to pick him up.
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This was the scene that Albus Dumbledore walked in on. The alarms and wards in his office had gone off a few minutes after Voldemort had set foot inside the Potter home.
His aging face was twisted in pain and sorrow as he looked around the room where Sirius's body lay. His eyes were wide open, staring blanking at the ceiling, his wand at his feet.
Quickly moving to the body, Dumbledore closed the eye lids of his deceased student.
Taking a shaky breath Albus moved up the stairs to the twins' room, praying and hoping that at least one of them was still alive. Upon entering the room Albus' eyes immediately focused on the fallen body of Remus Lupin. His face saddened at the light sides' loss.
'The Potter's will be home soon, I need to find out which one is the chosen one.'
Looking at the cot, the aging man caught sight of the crying boy, his eyes landing on the 'V' shaped cut. With a quick wave of his wand, Dumbledore could feel the dark magic pulsing from the boy. Unknown to him, that Harry lay in front of his brother, which was what the wand was picking up.
"Chris is the Chosen One," Dumbledore smiled, as he picked up the sniffling child, "'V' stands for Voldemort, and he always was the bigger of the twins."
"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore tensed at the sound of the musical, yet powerful female voice, "I've come to collect your debt."
TBC . . . How was it? Do you reckon it's interesting or boring?
This chapter is just a teaser. I what to know if I should continue. If I continue, there will be a twist with Remus and Sirius.