Prologue
All was quiet in the little town that was situated in Nothern Scotland. The small gardens and not too large park lay abandoned as all people were inside now that night had fallen. Only the stray cat or wild dog roamed around for thrash in the garbage binns or rats in the sewer. It was still warm, though the cloudless air would start to cool off soon enough on this day at the very end of July.
Then, from the forest at the edge of the village, a figure seemed to appear out of nowhere, though if there had been any bystanders, they'd probably have sworn the figure came from the depths of the forest. The man, for it was certainly a man, albeit a young one, was rather short and could be called chubby. His hair was dirty blonde and when he looked up at the half moon for a moment, his pale blue eyes could be seen. He started moving towards the town. His pace was shakily and nervous, though the closer he got to the little town, the more he seemed to hide it.
He arrived at a home that stood a bit out of the town and after a second of hesitating, knocked on the door.
Almost immediately, the door was swung open.
"Finally! What took you so long, Peter?" The young man who opened the door asked. He was of average height and rather thin. His hair was a sandy brown and his eyes were a gentle blue with darker flecks through it. "We Floo'd you hours ago!"
"Sorry, Remus, but I couldn't leave right away. I came as fast as I could. Has it arrived yet?"
"No, come on inside. I can't leave Sirius alone for too long. He's even more nervous and agitated than James. James is with Lily and the Midwitch."
Remus led Peter out of the hall, into a cosy living room. In it were a few others, another young man, of the same age as Remus and Peter, around twenty, with silky black hair that was longish, but didn't go past his neck. He was tall and had a strong built. His eyes dark-blue and his ear sported a silver ring with what looked like a black piece of fur hanging from it. He was pacing the room, his eyes never leaving a certain door. Further, there were two older people. A man and a woman, sitting on the couch. The man had blonde hair, while the woman was goldenbrown.
The woman was the first to speak.
"Hello Peter, trouble at work?"
"Something like that." The short man nodded.
"Well, you didn't miss too much. According to the Midwitch, it should only take a few more minutes, so you came just in time." The oldest man said.
Remus then said annoyed. "Sirius! Plant your arse down for a while! You're driving me nutters!"
"Yes, Sirius, listen to the Prefect. He might not be in school anymore, but you'd better beware!" Peter said with a grin.
"Oh shut it, Pete! Besides, James was Head Boy, go bugger him."
"No can't do, he's not here."
Remus merely chuckled as Peter sat down on a second armchair. Sirius stayed quiet, which was a very good indication to his nerves; Sirius was never quiet! The older pair just looked amused between the youngsters.
Fifteen minutes passed in silence as Sirius continued wearing a hole in the carpet and no sound came from the other room, as the Midwitch had placed a Silencing Charm on the door.
Then, finally, the door opened and the Midwitch stepped out, followed by a beaming messy black-haired young man, carrying a bundle of sheets in his arms.
Sirius was immediately with the other black-haired young man.
"And?"
Every head was turned to the messy haired man with the hazel eyes.
"It's a boy!"
"Hah!" Sirius said. "I knew it!"
"Oh God!" Remus exclaimed. "Now he'll be even more insufferable!"
"I see the old Sirius is back again?" Mr. Evans remarked.
"Away with the calm." Peter sighed dramatically. Sirius whacked him on top of his head.
They all milled around then to get a good look at James Jr.
Once friends and grandparents had looked at the small bundle of human sleeping peacefully in his Father's arms, they looked expectantly at the just-turned-Father.
James pretended not to see the inquisitive looks that were directed at him and just looked fondly at his son that looked so much like him already.
Mr. Evans then cleared his throat, making James look up innocently, feighning to be shocked.
"Oh! You're probably waiting for his name!"
"Of course not! We're waiting for him to sprout antlers!" Sirius said sarcastically.
"With flowers in it." Peter added mock-seriously.
Everyone chuckled or laughed at that.
"Oh, well, I'll just go away again then." James said, half turning around.
"Just tell us already!" Remus exclaimed.
"Fine, fine. Because you ask it so nicely." James said. He then drew up his chest and cleared his throat importantly. "My son, Heir to the Potter-family and future Quidditch-player for Gryffindor and World-Cup winner for England, will be called as of now; Harry James Potter!"
Fifteen months later, in the middle of the night, a small boy with messy black hair and green eyes was laid on the doorstep in front of a house in somewhere in Surrey, wrapped in a bundle of blankets and two men and a woman walked away with heavy hearts.
The next morning, a black-robed man with flashing darkblue eyes strode through a certain castle named Hogwarts, on his way towards the headmaster. Miles away from Surrey.
As he reached the statue of a gargoyle, the man started listing off numerous sweets and swore loudly when the gargoyle didn't move to any one of them.
"Damnit Dumbledore! Just get down here!" He yelled at the gargoyle.
Luckily, at that moment, the gargoyle started to move and out came a tall royal-robed wizard with white hair and beard.
"Ah, Sirius," He said amiably. "I thought I heard someone here. Why don't you come up." The wize wizard then turned and climbed the stairs that were behind the gargoyle again.
Impatiently and slightly annoyed, the young man followed the Headmaster into his circular office, that was still filled with portraits of former Headmasters.
The Headmaster sat down behind his desk.
"How did it go with Mr. Pettigrew?"
"He's been sent to Azkaban, an anti-Animagus spell placed on him to last a lifetime." Sirius growled dangerously. "But where is Harry!"
"He's been taken to a safe place." Albus Dumbledore said, folding his long thin fingers.
"What! Where! Why!" Sirius exclaimed.
"I've placed him with his Aunt and Uncle in Little Whinging. He'll be safe there."
"His Aunt and – Dumbledore! They hate Lily! And James even more! Harry'll be – We're his Godparents! We're supposed to take care of him now that – " Sirius swallowed. Hard. "You can't just send him to those... those... Muggles!" Sirius exclaimed finally.
"Sirius! Calm down! I know Lily and James appointed you to take care of Harry, but – there are certain things that need to be cared of too. Voldemort might be gone for now, but his followers are not. And they're sure to want revenge for the demise of their master. Through his Mother's blood, I've placed a protection on the Dursley residence to keep him from being harmed there."
"But Lily's told me often enough that Petunia didn't even wanted to acknowledge her when she was at home! How could Harry ever live normally with them!" Sirius said heatedly, not even really trying to keep his rage in check.
"I've written them a letter and they understand the situation. I'm sure it will work out fine. I've also placed a confidant of mine there to keep an eye on things."
"Dumbledore, you can't – !"
Dumbledore held up his hand to silence Sirius.
"My decision is final. It's the safest place for Harry to be and I insist you keep out of this!"
The man oppisite the Headmaster glowered, but kept his comments, knowing it was no use.
Sirius swept out of the room, leaving the Headmaster to his office.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes behind the halfmoon glasses.
"I really wish I could let him take care of young Harry Potter, Fawkes, I really wish I could..."
So, here's my very first chapter. I hope you liked it. I'll put up the next chapter really soon, I promise, but first: Please Review?