Harry Potter and the Squib's Rebirth

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

AN: This is a little story I felt like writing. It will be highly AU, hopefully a bit of fun can be had. The prologue is a bit rushed, but I wanted that feeling of urgency. The following chapters will be longer and more detailed. The next should be up within a week! Enjoy!

Prologue

The moonlight sifted through the ruins of the house. Here and there scraps of paper floated in the night breeze, here and there bits of dust fell back to the ground. In the middle of it all was a crib. In the crib was a baby.

The peace of the night was disturbed by a loud crack. Tall and thin, an elderly man appeared from thin air. Three other cracks sounded shortly afterwards. Appearing were two men and a woman. They all had wands in their hands.

"No. . ." whispered one of the men, his long black hair hanging over his face.

"James!" shouted the other.

"Harry. . ." was the name that the first, elderly man spoke. "Harry is still here."

"Is he alive, Albus?" the woman asked sharply.

"Yes. Follow me." Albus led them in through the ruins, over to what appeared to have a been a living room, on the ground they saw the crib.

"Thank God," said the man with long black hair.

Upon hearing this, Albus turned to him. "You'll have to take him Sirius. Take him to Black Manor. . ."

"What about Pettigrew!" the man, Sirius, snapped out.

"Harry is more important. Take him, Sirius, and raise him as your son. I will deal with Pettigrew."

"Very well, Albus. But be warned: if you don't find him, or the Ministry doesn't punish him strongly enough, I will hunt him down and kill him."

"Have you thought, Sirius, that perhaps we do not know the whole story of why he did what he did?"

"Yes, Albus. And I know that that doesn't matter. I would have died for Peter – for Pettigrew, as would Remus and James. No matter what. We trusted him with our lives, as he trusted us with his. He sat there, as I told James to use him as his Secret Keeper, and he nodded and said yes. He betrayed me! He killed James and Lily! If you don't deal with him appropriately, then when Harry is old enough I'll take him rat hunting, and we'll give Pettigrew a Marauder's revenge."

Albus Dumbledore bowed his head. "Very well, Sirius. However, I think there is one thing you should know about Harry Potter."

Sirius lifted his head and looked at the baby Potter. He picked him up out of the crib, and held him. "What, Dumbledore? What else?"

"Harry Potter cannot do magic. I am afraid that he is a Squib."