Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do own the plot and any characters not belonging to JKR.
Being Harry James Potter-Lupin
Remus John Lupin-Potter sobbed heart brokenly, clutching the lifeless corpse of his husband James Potter. He felt ill with grief as he stared into the dead and unseeing hazel eyes of James Potter. Eyes that in life was full of love and a warm mischievous sparkle and lust for life.
Not too far from where Remus kneeled now rocking with James in his arms was Sirius Black, sitting among the rubble that had once been Godric's Hollow. He held his wife, Lily Black, to him, his face buried in her vibrant auburn wavy haired, as he sobbed loudly, rocking backwards and forwards. He threw his head back and screamed in agony "LILY!"
Remus went suddenly ridged when he heard the faintest whimpering that soon become louder. Soon the whimpering turned into full out crying. Remus knew the sound of that crying, how could he not, it was the sound of his baby son. He sobbed this time in relief, as he gently lowered James's body onto the ground, before making his way slowly and carefully towards his and James's one year-old son.
He carefully moved some of the rubble aside until the scent of his son became overwhelmingly strong. He took in the smell of fear coming off of his little boy in waves. It was sickening to both he and the inner wolf in him. Their cub was in distress. The wolf roared at the injustice. His mate was dead and his cub had been hurt.
He carefully lifted the screaming toddler into his arms and cradled him. He carefully checked him for injuries, but found none, except for the scar on his fore head in the shape of a lightening bolt. Remus knew without a doubt that this scar was a cursed scar, from the results of dark magic done wrong.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he thought back to what the prophecy had said 'The dark Lord will mark the chosen one as his equal' Remus felt sick from sheer terror and rage. Voldemort, the murdering bastard had chosen his and James's son, and not the Longbottom's baby son.
He slowly walked back over to James's body, just as Albus Dumbledore followed by Minerva McGonagall arrived onto the scene. Minerva gasped and placed a hand over her mouth, as a look of grief over took her usually stern features.
Albus Dumbledore looked deeply saddened and grave. The usually bright twinkle had left his bright blue eyes, leaving them looking dull and hollow. He clenched his fists at his sides in both rage and grief. He turned to face his wife Minerva, who now had tears in her eyes.
They both stood and took in the devastation around them. Remus Lupin-Potter could be seen kneeling over the lifeless body of James Potter, whilst he desperately clutched and soothed a sobbing Harry James Potter-Lupin, whilst also trying to get his own sobbing under control.
The sight of the usually proud Sirius Black, sobbing as he clutched a dead Lily Black to him, was a truly heart breaking sight to behold. It was more then obvious to both the elder wizard and witch, that Peter Pettigrew the secret keeper of James Potter and Lily Black, falsely known as Potter, had betrayed them. He had been the spy the whole time.
Albus realised that neither James, Remus, Harry, Sirius, Lily or Hermione Jane, Sirius and Lily's year-old daughter, could stay in the country. They would be hounded by the press and the ministry. No, the best the six of them could do was to get out of the country, at least until everything had blown over. He would deal with the searching of Peter Pettigrew.
He would have to place them under a glamour charm and give them different identities, and then send them off to live in the muggle world, in America. The four of them could always learn the different customs. He would send for them to return when Harry and Hermione were due to go to Hogwarts.
But first of all, he knew he would have to stop both Sirius and Remus going after Peter. The last thing any of them needed was to end up serving time in Azkaban where they had both ripped Peter to shreds.
Minerva sniffled and said "Oh Merlin, Albus, I can't believe James and Lily are actually dead." Albus replied "They won't stay like that for long Minerva my dearest." Minerva looked at her husband as if he had finally lost his marbles.
She looked from the two grieving men clutching their dead spouses, to her own spouse and asked incredulously "Albus, they're dead, you can't resurrect the dead for pity sake, what on earth do you mean they won't be dead for long?"
Albus replied "They won't stay dead for long, because I without either yours or Mr. Lupin-Potter or Mr. Black's knowledge, have with the help of Severus Snape, and two other potion masters, who all wished to remain unnamed, have created a potion combined with a spell. That will resurrect any member of the dead, as long as they've been dead no longer then twelve hours, and have been taking the potion on a regular basis for more then eight weeks."
Minerva looked at her husband in horror and hissed quietly "Albus Dumbledore, what on earth have you gone and done. You should have told me, at least. The ministry will have a field day, and more then possibly send you to Azkaban for creating such an illegal spell and potion."
Albus replied "That my dear, is the reason why I never mentioned it until now. I knew you'd try to talk me out of it one way or another. And as for the ministry, they aren't going to find out, meaning I won't be going to Azkaban any time soon."
Minerva asked "But how do you suppose you'll keep this from the Ministry?" Albus replied "Simple. Severus and the two other potions masters, all swore an unbreakable wizard's oath, to me, vowing to me, that they'll never tell another living soul about what we created together, in less surfer the consequences, which ultimately is death."
Minerva did not know whether to burst into tears, thump her husband over the head, or curse him back into his nappies. She chose neither, and instead made her way over to Remus. Albus followed his wife at a slight distance, knowing not to stand or walk too close to his wife, at least until she had calmed enough, that she had no lingering desire to cause him any kind of physical harm.
