Apologies for not updating The Mage Of Kingsman, my health has taken a flip and a story like that is not something im interested in at the moment, especially something where its all guns a blazing and all that.
So here's the first chapter for a redo of my first Fic under DarkLordWill, I hope you enjoy it, its a bit lighter.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone (Marauder edition)
Chapter One –THE BOY WHO LIVED IN THE ARMS OF A CRIMINAL
Mr. Black, of number twenty-eight, Knightbridge Avenue, was, at the moment, not very happy. In fact, one might go as far as saying, he was distraught. Staring down at his best friend and brother in all but blood, Mr. Black howled in agony. Before the pain of encountering his now late friend, Mr. Black was the first person you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because it was just in his nature.
Mr. Black was a kind of "police officer", and he would say that he was a very good "police officer", his colleagues would agree, to an extent. He was a slender man, with high cheekbones, long black hair and a trimmed beard. He knew it himself, that he was good looking, he would often use his looks and charm to talk to any lonely women he would encounter at a bar he may go to. Mr. Black had a one-year-old Godson called Harry and in his opinion no one else had a better Godchild.
Getting back to the present, Mr. Black who had briefly recovered from the ache of seeing his friend laying on the floor at the top of the stairs, slowly opened a door leading into a nursery, his watery eyes fell on the body of a red headed young woman whose own eyes were open and vacant of life. Again, a surge of grief ripped through him, he fell to his knees and roared in anger and sadness. He held onto the lifeless woman's hand, his whole world had been torn apart when he stepped foot into this house.
He stopped shaking in grief when he heard a faint sound coming from the cot just in front of him, peering into it he saw a black haired boy wrapped slightly in a blanket, green teary eyes looking up at him, a crimson lightning-bolt shaped cut prominent on his forehead. His Godson Harry, was alive. He smiled, a small flame seemed to ignite in Mr. Black saddened heart, the boy grinned and waved his hands in the air wanting to be picked up. Not wanting to upset the lad, Mr. Black bent down and picked the little boy up and cradled him in his arms, he looked down, felt himself smiling.
"Hello Pup" Mr. Black whispered, Harry giggled, noticing the blood coming from the cut on his Godson's forehead he used his sleeve to wipe it away.
Snapping out of the brief happiness, Mr. Black looked around at the Nursery, feeling his emotions dropping again, he checked the lad once over for anymore injuries before exiting the room and the house, he said a short farewell to his best friends and entered the cool November night. Looking around he noticed the locals starting to gather at a distance, shaking his head he walked over to the motorbike on the road, swinging his leg over he checked that Harry was secure in his arm, his other hand on the bike. Taking one last deep breath, he looked up at the cottage, the breath was released in a shudder.
Before he started the engine a huge man approached him, he wore a thick leather coat with many pockets, his face was mostly covered in hair but the skin that was shown was ashen.
"They're gone Hagrid, except little Harry here" Mr. Black whispered, Hagrid seemed to go paler at his words but nodded. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes.
"P-P-Professor D-Dumbledore," Hagrid stammered "said t-tha' I should take the lad t' h-him if he was alive, he s-said tha' the a-alarms connected to the house went off"
"I can't do that Hagrid, I'm his Godfather" Mr. Black replied shaking his head whilst stroking little Harry's hair. Hagrid looked at the boy in Mr. Blacks arm, he started to shake and a low moan came from his lips within his beard.
"WHY THEM?! WHY JAMES AND LILY, THEY DI'N'T DO NOTHIN' WRONG?!" Hagrid wailed, Mr. Black jumped at the sudden shouting of the big man next to him and Harry opened his eyes in fright before crying.
"HAGRID! Shush! I just got the Pup to sleep!"
"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore said I had to though!" Hagrid said quite seriously, Mr. Black stared at his Godson then up at the large man. They both looked around at the sound of sirens in the distance, Mr. Black thought for a second before turning back to Hagrid.
"Hagrid, where did Dumbledore ask you to bring little Harry if anything was to happen?" he asked, Hagrid's face looked thoughtful for a second before he stuffed his hand into one of his many pockets. Pulling out a small piece of parchment he showed Mr. Black.
"Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey?" Mr. Black read allowed in confusion, then realisation "No! Not to Lily's sister, Petunia?! He'll despise the boy, anything to do with magic she hates with a passion, along with that big no-necked husband of hers…Vernon!" Mr. Black pulled the boy closer to his chest in protection.
"Sirius, I has to, Profes-"
"I'll take him to Dumbledore and talk to him! Try and put some sense into him" Sirius turned the engine on and the motorbike shook beneath him, a thought crossed his mind.
'But what about me? I'm surprised Hagrid hasn't attacked me yet….Peter! That little traitor' Sirius swore under his breath. Revving the engine, he looked up at Hagrid once more.
"Don't worry Hagrid, I'll keep the boy safe, he's with his Godfather and I'd give my life for him" Hagrid nodded and stepped back, Sirius smiled weakly once more at the boy before taking the break off and driving off into the night.
Hagrid stood still for a few seconds before he heard a faint popping sound behind, turning he saw a black clad man, his face pale, his hair covering his face slightly, he recognised him as the new Professor and old student at the school. Approaching the man, Hagrid laid a dustbin lid sized hand on the man's shoulder, he jumped slightly before looking up at Hagrid.
"James and Lily, are both...gone, Professor Snape" Hagrid said in sadness, the man looked sharply up at the cottage.
"I'm so sorry Lily…" he whispered to himself.
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Sirius Black looked down at the sleeping babe tucked in his arm, he had fallen asleep over Bristol and they were getting closer to their destination, looking down he spotted a street without any lights on, peering around the surrounding area he realised nowhere else was in darkness.
"This has to be it" he steered the motorbike around in the air to circle the street, before aiming the bike at the road like a landing strip. Checking the precious cargo in his arm was safe, he looked up and spotted two figures standing in the middle of the street watching him land. Holding Harry, slightly more forecfully, the bike shook hard as his landed and came to a stop, the two figures stared at him.
Pulling his goggles up onto his forehead he looked at the two people in front of him, both had long sticks out and both looked extremely angry. The person on the left was a severe-looking woman, who had rectangle shaped glasses and her hair pulled into a tight bun, she wore a dark green cloak, the man on the right had bright blue eyes, half-moon shaped glasses perched on a very long nose, a very long white beard and he was wearing some very garish coloured robes.
If one was to look out one of the house windows at this very moment, a resident of Privet Drive would find these three people very strange and weird, not the sort of people they wanted around this place, messing up the normalness of the street.
Throwing his leg over the motorcycle, Sirius held Harry cradled in one arm and raised his other in surrender, a normal person would scoff at being pointed at by two people with sticks, but these weren't just any old sticks found on the ground. Sirius thought quickly.
"Now, I know what both of you are thinking" He said, his eyes bouncing from one person to another.
"I'm sure you do Black" The woman said with a Scottish accent, Sirius gulped. Looking at the man, Sirius went paler, he hadn't been looked at like that for a long time, the last time was his fifth year at school and he hoped he wasn't going to be given that look again.
"I didn't do it…I mean…I wasn't the Secret Keeper!" Sirius said quickly, he wished he had thought of something better than that. The man on the right raised an eyebrow.
"And why, should we believe that?" The woman nodded in agreement with the man.
"Because…. because I wouldn't have come to you if I was! Think about it Professor, why would I, the traitor of my best friends come to you straight away? I'd be an idiot to do that…." Sirius trailed off, he gave the old man a pleading looking, he felt Harry squirm so he shifted his arm slightly for the boy's comfort.
"I have Harry?" he said hoping that this would calm the two Professors in front of him. The woman gasped and rushed forward and looked at the little boy in his arm.
"Oh Merlin" She whispered, she looked up from the boy to the man. "Albus, Harry, Cut"
Albus Dumbledore walked slowly up to Sirius Black and Minerva McGonagall, his long-time colleague and friend. Looking down into the arm of Sirius, he saw a small boy with black tuff of hair, he was fast asleep, on his forehead however was a deep red cut, in the shape of a lightning-bolt.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Unfortunately, I cannot, that cut is deep enough to leave a scar which will stay with him forever. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well – give him here, Sirius – we'd bett-"
"No" Sirius interrupted, Professor Dumbledore looked surprised, he is rarely interrupted.
"…and why not?" Sirius noticed Professor McGonagall reach for her wand again. 'Ah'
"He's not staying with Petunia, Hagrid told me where you want to hide him, I take it he told you what had happened after I left, how the house was in ruins and Voldemort was gone, J-James and Lily both dead" he pushed the grief down again.
"He did"
"And you had already put a plan in place just in case anything was to happen, however I'm going to have to disagree with you on the plan, of all the people you could choose, why Lily's sister? Petunia wouldn't love the boy, wouldn't care for him?" Sirius gasped. Professor McGonagall nodded, he heard a whispered 'that's what I said, but no…' from his old teacher.
"It's the only family he has left…" Professor Dumbledore said like it was the ending answer to everything.
"I don't care if she was the last human on Earth, she is not having my Godson!" Sirius said sharply, he couldn't believe that he, a twenty-one-year-old was having an argument with an old man in the middle of the night holding a baby. Said baby gurgled and Sirius smiled. Looking back up at his old Headmaster, Sirius waited for the disappointed reply.
But he didn't get one.
"Then who would look after him?"
"Me" Professor McGonagall spluttered on air at his reply, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow again.
"You? My dear boy, at the moment in the eyes of law, you are a wanted criminal, just because you came here with the boy doesn't mean you are as the Muggles would say 'off the hook'" Dumbledore explained, Sirius fidgeted.
"Well then, take me to the Aurors, I want a trial, a proper trial as well, Ive seen how the Death Eaters get a trial, if you can call it a trial…" Sirius mumbled, both he and Professor McGonagall waited for Dumbledore's reply.
"Okay" Sirius looked at the Professor in surprise and it seemed McGonagall was shocked by his answer.
"Really?!" he asked.
"Yes, if you are innocent you may raise the boy, he is after all your Godson, if you are guilty however…well, you know what will happen." Sirius eagerly nodded at his reply
"Don't worry Professor, for once I'm going to be responsible…. for not being the responsible one…respons-"
"Yes Black, we get what you mean" Professor McGonagall said exasperated, Sirius grinned. Little Harry had fallen asleep again.
I hope you understand what this story will be like.
Hope you enjoyed it :)