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Rating: PG-13. May change with future chapters.
To Take in a Son
The dark magic detectors in his office were blaring, and Albus was in as state of confusion. "How could he have found them? Sirius never would have turned," he thought.
Grabbing Fawkes' tail, Albus was whisked toward Godric's Hollow, and to the home of the Potters'. When he arrived Albus' heart froze. The house was in ruins. What had been a beautiful two story home, now lay only in a heap, smoke still billowing into the sky. Albus' eyes automatically raised to the sky in search of the mark, but it wasn't present.
Quickly Albus trudged his way into the rubble in search of the Potters. He found James first, the look of determination still plain on his face. Albus stopped for a moment to allow his friend to rest.
Closing his eyes Albus whispered to James, "I am sorry dear friend. I wish I could have done more for you."
Albus made his way farther into the debris while small fires erupted as the last bits of oil ignited. Albus was about to turn around after not finding Harry or Lily when he heard a cry. Startled Albus turned toward the sound and ran. There, buried under a mattress was Lily. She was face down, holding something in her arms. When he gently rolled her over, the sight that met Albus' eyes shocked him.
Staring back at him was a pair of emerald eyes. They were half closed behind the mop of jet black hair, but Albus knew he was awake. Harry was starting to squirm in the dirt as Albus bent to retrieve him. "My dear boy, what happened here?" he whispered, making his way toward the street.
By the time he arrived Aurors were swarming the site. Alastor Moody, an old friend approached him. "Albus what happened? Where's You-Know -Who?"
Albus shook his head at the silly name. "I do believe he is gone Alastor. Harry here is the only one who can say for sure, but I don't think he's in any position to tell.
Alastor looked sharply down to the blanketed figure in Albus' arms. "A baby. He couldn't kill a baby. How is that possible? After all the people, how could a baby stop him?"
"I don't know Alastor, but I need to get Harry out of here to somewhere safe. Let everyone know what has happened. It is time for our world to celebrate."
With that Albus walked clear of the anti-apparation points and disappeared. When they re appeared the two were standing in front of a small cottage surrounded by hills. "Welcome to my home Harry. I do believe we need to clean you up."
Soon Harry was clean and warm lying in front of the fire. Albus knew what he had to do; the prophecy still heavy on his mind. There was no other way, he knew, but that didn't make it feel any better. His letter finished, Albus stood from his desk. As he gathered Harry once again in his arms, he couldn't help the pang of guilt that spread inside him.
"I'm sorry Harry. I wish there were some other way." They two men apparated away from the Albus' family cottage and arrived in front of a plain looking home. Right away Albus knew he was in trouble. Standing directly in front of him was a small tabby cat who was quickly making its way toward them, and by the swish of her tail, Minerva wasn't happy.