Fierce Determination

Chapter 1

A/N 1: I've been having some real troubles with WordPerfect so if the format is really off, tell me about it. So far it looks alright to me

A/N 2: I've been seeing a lot of stories about Harry's twin being the boy/girl-who-lived and then Harry is abused or sent away. Then after reading what Sheeza88, or whatever his screen name is, wrote on PotterPlace3 about possible stories to write, I decided to write this.

Summary: AU The Potters are attacked, but not killed. Harry's sister is thought to be the girl-who-lived, and James and Lily act like normal parents and treat their children the same. Both are trained from a young age to prepare them for what is to come, but Harry is trained harder than his sister and falls into his role as her protector. Will be super Harry insofar as Harry as a first year will be able to kick the hell out of most 6th years and even some 7th year. He won't be whipping up on adults though.


7:34 P.M. October 30th 1981

"Sirius!" a voice shouted while pounding on the door. "Sirius you have to help me!" More pounding, more insistent than the first. "Sirius wake up! Please Wake up!"

"Huh–waa–I'm up, I'm up!" Sirius Black awoke with a start. Glancing over at his alarm clock, his eyes came into focus and he read what it said with a groan. "7:34 in the evening! Peter you better have a damn good reason for waking me up. This damn graveyard shift is going to kill me! I've got to get someone to switch with me." Sirius muttered to himself as he rolled out of bed.

"Sirius! Wake up! Please!" Peter Pettigrew shouted again pounding even harder.

"I'm Coming!" Sirius shouted then under his breath added, You whiney little bastard.

"Hurry! Please! Open the Door!" Peter shouted still pounding on the door as hard as he could.

"Wormtail, you break my door, I'm going to kill you ass." Sirius said as he made it to his front door. Opening it he complained: "Peter its 7:30 in the fucking evening. You know I work the graveyard shift at the Auror Headquarters. Can't this wait till later? I need my sleep."

"Sirius! You have to help!" Peter said frantically forcing his way in. "Please! You have to hide me! You have to protect me!"

"Hide you? Protect you? From what?" Sirius asked even though he knew the answer. He knew what, just not why.

"From Vvvvvv—Vvvvv—from You-Know-Who." Peter finished in a whisper. "He's after me! ME! Of all people, he's after me! H-he came to me in person! W-wants me t-to spy on D-Dumbledore and the Ministry. Somehow he–he's found out about my Animagus form. W-wants me to use it to spy for him. I don't know what to do! I'm so scared! He's given me three days to think about it. Says if I try to run, He'll hunt me down and k-k-k—do me in! If I say no I'm a dead man! You've got to help me!" Peter gasped out not able to say the words.

Voldemort knows about Peter's rat Animagus? Sirius thought to himself. He must know about the rest of us too! But who could have told him? The only one's who know are me, Prongs, Lily, Wormtail, and—and—and Remus! That dirty Werewolf Bastard! I'll kill him! I'll stab his eyes out with a silver spoon! I'll cut out his tongue with a dull silver knife! Vaguely, Sirius heard Peter calling his name.

"Sirius! Sirius! Are you all right? You've got to help me!"

"Peter, you've got to go to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do. He'll know how to hide you properly."

"NO!" Peter screamed grabbing the front of his shirt. "I've already been to Dumbledore. He's gone mad! He wants me to join You-Know-Who! Wants me to spy for him. You're my last hope! I can't find James and Lily anywhere. Haven't seen them in weeks. No one has, not even Dumbledore. I'm afraid something has happened to them and the twins. Remus has gone missing too!"

"Remus is a dirty traitor! He's the one who's given us all away!" Sirius snarled. Peter's eyes flashed in what he thought was realization. Then Sirius began thinking along the lines of Dumbledore. Peter could be used as a spy. Taking a single look at Peter and Sirius had to do all he could to hold back his laughter. The man was actually quivering in fear. He'd be found out before he even saw Voldemort again. He needed more time to think, but all he could think about was different ways in which to kill the Werewolf. There was only one thing to do. He had to let Peter in on the Secret.

Hurrying in to his kitchen and finding a spare bit of parchment and quill Sirius wrote six simple words.

The Potters live at Godric's Hollow.

"What's this?" Peter asked when he was handed the parchment.

"Read it. Memorize it. Burn it. Don't read it out loud." When Peter had finished and Sirius watched as it was burned sufficiently and he had vanished it himself; only then did Sirius explain. "A couple weeks after their twins were born James and Lily went into hiding at the behest of Dumbledore. Apparently, a few months prior a prophecy had been made and only recently did Dumbledore figure it out. Though he didn't tell them the specifics, he told them that it entailed one of the twins, though not which one. Dumbledore wanted to preform the Fidelius Charm himself, but James insisted that I be the secret keeper." Sirius stated proudly. "We agreed to keep this between the four of us—not even James's dad knows."

"Oh." Peter said, realization dawning on him if not somewhat slow. "So this is where James and Lily are staying–Godric's Hollow. But, where's Godric's Hollow?"

"Are you a complete idiot? Don't you remember the summer after our sixth year when we stayed in James's Uncle's cottage?"

"Oh yeah!" Peter said turning red with embarrassment.

"Yeah dumbass! Go there as soon as you can. I'll be along in a few days and we'll figure out where to go from there. Right now I've got a traitorous Werewolf to kill. Well? What are your waiting for? Go you fucking retard!"

So busy was Sirius, plotting his revenge on a completely innocent Werewolf that he didn't notice the evil smirk that appeared on Peter's face before he disapparated.

8:04 P.M. October 30th 1981

Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail a.k.a. 'The Fuckup' a.k.a. the Dark Lord's most faithful and soon to be second-in-command couldn't help, but laugh as he appeared, not at Godric's Hollow as Sirius thought, but outside a small cottage that was not too far from his destination, The Riddle House.

Peter continued to laugh as he walked the path to the Dark Lord's Ancestral Home. He couldn't help, but laugh at the idiots who would meet their end at the hands of the man who they had all, at one time or another, called pathetic. Poor Pathetic Peter Pettigrew. No one ever suspected him. No one ever noticed him, except when he took the blame for a prank committed by his so called 'friends'.

He had been turned by the Dark Lord in his sixth year when Regulus Black had caught him turning into his rat and spilled the beans to the Dark Lord. Peter had then been approached by the Dark Lord himself and given an offer that he couldn't refuse. He had joined out of cowardice at first, but soon came to love his new role. Sometimes at night he would catch himself laughing hysterically at the joke that only he was privy to. It was a pity that Regulus had to die. Peter actually liked him.

He had been taught Occlumency by the Dark Lord himself and quickly became a master of it. He had been hiding his true feelings since what seemed like forever and always wearing a mask of emotions that were not his own. The Dark Lord had just needed to teach the finer points of it and now he break down sobbing with real tears at the snap of his fingers.

Soon everything would come to fruition. The Potters would all be dead—he had entertained the idea of keeping Lily for himself, but the more time he spent with Death Eaters the more that sloppy seconds, with a filthy Mudblood no less, began to sicken him.

Sirius would hopefully kill the Werewolf and Peter would be there to watch him break as he was told that it was not Remus, but Peter who had betrayed them and how he had killed Remus in cold blood. Then for every time Sirius had poked fun at him—he, Peter, would hold him under the Cruciatus for a minute. At that rate Sirius would have a date with the Cruciatus for the next eight years of his life.

By this time Peter had entered the Riddle House and reached the sitting room where the Dark Lord would be waiting. He reached up to knock, but was called in by the cold voice of the Dark Lord.

"Enter Wormtail." How Peter hated that nickname, but the Dark Lord insisted on using it. "I have been waiting impatiently. Did you get the information?"

"Of course, My Lord." Peter said from one knee after he had kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's cloak. Holding up both hands to show that they were empty, Peter flicked his wrist and suddenly the piece of parchment that Sirius thought had been burned and then vanished, appeared in Peter's hand. Another flick of his wrist and it disappeared again only to reappear in his other hand. Another flick and it disappeared again.

Sirius had made fun of him endlessly when he had shown them that he had learned what the muggles called magic. Sirius thought it a 'complete waste of time' that would 'never come to any use' and that Peter was 'the dumbest person alive to even attempt to learn it.' A small smile crept its way on Peter's face as he thought of his revenge on the person he hated the most on this world.

"I am unamused." hissed the Dark Lord. Anger was evident in his voice—more so than usual.

"I'm sorry My Lord." Peter apologized before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the parchment and handing it to the Dark Lord. "Please forgive me."

The Dark Lord snatched the parchment opening it up and reading its contents quickly. "Crucio!" The Dark Lord roared. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME!" He shouted as he banished Peter through a wall.

"My Lord? I don't understand. I was just showing you how I managed to get it from Black without him being suspicious. Have I not done what you asked?" Peter managed to gasp out, fear overwhelming him.

"A DOZEN EGGS! A LOAF OF BREAD! CEREAL! DOES THIS SOUND LIKE THE LOCATION OF THE POTTERS?"

"My Lord? F-flip it over. Black was in a hurry when he wrote it and grabbed the nearest bit of parchment he could find." Peter said, fearful of the Dark Lord's wrath.

"Oh. So it is. The Potters live at Godric's Hollow. Well done Wormtail." Voldemort said, memorizing what was written before casting the parchment aside carelessly. "Go back to your rathole Wormtail and pretend as though you know nothing. The Potters shall die tonight, but I still have use for you."

12:15 A.M. October 31st 1981

James Potter had just finished setting up his last of three pranks. He knew that Sirius would be coming to his house directly after work like he did every Halloween and boy was he in for a nice surprise. James's only regret was that he wouldn't be awake to see it happen. But, he had made sure that he would be awoken for the aftermath, and the new camera that Lily had bought him for his birthday would ensure that it would be a lasting memory.

Climbing the narrow staircase that lead to the three bedrooms in the cottage, James was surprised to hear the alarm on his first prank go off when he reached the top. "Sirius you old dog!" James said descending the stairs. "You just couldn't wait could you. I bet you thought you'd surprise me with a prank. But, not this time. It's 'ol Prongs that's coming out on top this—year." The last word was said as he reached the bottom of the stairs, expecting to see Sirius fallen into his trap. Instead it was on extremely pissed off Dark Lord in a frilly pink dress robe.

"I was just going to kill you outright, but now I think I'll enjoy torturing you until the end of time." Voldemort said pointing his wand at himself and changing his robes back to normal.

Damn, James thought to himself. He couldn't help, but admire and feel terrorized at the sheer power of Voldemort. He had put his best work into that prank to make sure it wouldn't come off for at least an hour and he had removed it with barely a second thought.

"James's Potter what is with all the racket? Whatever it is knock it off and come to bed now! Your going to wake the babies."

The sound of Lily's voice snapped James into action. "Lily! It's Voldemort! Take the kids and run! I'll try and hold him off!" It didn't take anything more than Voldemort's name and Lily was off running to the kids room.

James attempted to level his wand at Voldemort, but was quickly blown through the kitchen door. Voldemort took his time making his way towards the kitchen. He knew it was too dangerous to try any kind of magical transportation other than the Knight Bus with children under the age of three. Lily and the kids weren't going anywhere.

As Voldemort broke the threshold of the kitchen the second prank that James had planned for Sirius initiated. "I'm a little teapot." Voldemort started in a high pitch singsong voice, going through the motions and everything.

Now's my chance. James thought to himself. I can end it all here! "Avada Kedavara!" he shouted, the Killing Curse issuing from his wand. Amazingly, Voldemort overcame the charm and disapparated a split second before the curse made contact.

Appearing behind James, Voldemort performed a simple Stunning spell and James slumped to the ground unconscious. It would take a couple months for James to die with what Voldemort had planned for him. Nobody does what he did and gets away with a clean death.

Lily Potter rushed down the steps, still in her nightgown. She knew she had promised James that she would take the children and run should Voldemort ever find them, but she couldn't let him face Voldemort alone. Together they would escape like they had the other three times.

Her babies, the most precious things to her in the world, were hidden safely in there room where only one person aside from herself would be able to find them should the worst happen, and that man was Albus Dumbledore. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she did not even have a chance to raise her wand as she was dropped.

12:34 A.M. October 31st 1981

Alex Potter, little brother to James Potter entered the sitting room of the Dark Lord unannounced. He had come at the designated time, knocked for as long as he could be bothered before entering. The Dark Lord had told him to be here at 12:30 precisely and the evil bastard couldn't even bother to show up himself.

Moving towards the Dark Lord's throne Alex did the one thing that he dreamed of doing in the, hopefully, near future. He sat on it. That's how he came to notice the piece of parchment laying on the floor.

"The Potters live at Godric's Hollow." he read aloud, and the meaning of this sank in immediately. The Dark Lord was going to kill James and Lily. While he hated his older brother as much, if not more, than the next guy, he did not want anymore of his family to die. In fact that was the one agreement that he and the Dark Lord came to. He, Alex, would join the ranks of the Death Eaters and inform what the Aurors were up to, and in return the Dark Lord would leave the rest of his family alone. He had to get to Godric's Hollow fast.

Apparating to Godric's Hollow immediately, he ran to the front door as fast as he could to see it hanging open. Running inside the worst was realized as he saw Lily lying at the bottom of the stairs, and James in the kitchen. Both were unmoving and that could only mean one thing. The Dark Lord never left opposition alive. He could only pray he wasn't too late to save the twins.

Rushing up the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could, Alex was able to witness the Dark Lord pulling two turtles out of a terrarium. "I've finally found you." The Dark Lord said, and Alex could only think that the Dark Lord had gone completely insane. "That girl was more clever than I thought." Voldemort said setting the turtles down on the changing table and flicking his wand.

Where the turtles once rested now lay two one year old babies. Little Annabelle and Little Harry.

"Expelliarmus!" Alex said the first spell that came to his head. Absolutely nothing happened.

"Foolish boy, you're opponent has to be holding something for the disarming spell to work. Don't they teach you anything at that Auror academy?"

Alex couldn't believe how stupid he was. He had been so intent on the twins that he did not see Voldemort set his wand down on the table. Not only that, but he had started out with a spell that any first year could have blocked and blown his cover. Why hadn't he gone in for the kill?

He had no more time to ponder this as Voldemort had already sent a curse flying his way. He apparated to the side and sent a Killing curse at the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord apparted to Alex's original position and force Alex to Apparate in front of the twins.Now he couldn't move anywhere lest a curse hit the babies, typical rookie mistake.

"Step aside you idiot and perhaps I shall overlook your treachery and let you live."

"No."

"I've only come to kill the children, now STEP ASIDE!"

"Only you would stoop so low as to kill a couple of one year olds Voldemort. I'm not moving."

"And I had such high hopes for you. Oh well. Avada Kedavara!"

Alex dropped lifelessly to the ground. The twins, who up until this point were enjoying the magic show immensely, knew something was wrong and began to cry.

"Don't worry little ones. It will all be over soon. But, which of you to kill first?

12:45 A.M. October 31st 1981

Sirius had hunted for Remus for hours but was unable to find him. Here he was Forty-five minutes late for work. He had just got the reaming of a lifetime from Mad-Eye and was now assigned to a desk for the next week. He didn't even take the time to notice that it was now Halloween, his favorite holiday.

He was dead tired to top everything else off. He had not gotten the twelve hours of sleep that his body required and he was going to pay for it. He'd probably just stop over at James's after work and crash there for a while, before trying to figure out what to do with Peter.

He was shuffling through the endless amount of paper work, when he felt it. Something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, but he had a gut feeling. After countless times of them saving his life, Sirius had learned to trust his gut feelings, and right now it was screaming for him to check on James and Lily.

Apparating directly to their cottage, Sirius was shocked to find it in ruins. The entire top half of the cottage was gone. He knew the implications of this. James and Lily Potter were both dead, as well as Harry and Annabelle. But, no one should have known where house was unless he told them.

And that's when it hit him—Peter! Not a second later he was gone to Peter's house.

1:15 A.M. October 31st 1981

James awoke with a groan of pain. He attempted to stand, but realized he couldn't because of a large weight on his back. To his shock and horror it was debris from the second floor of the cottage. Searching frantically for his wand, he found it among the rubble and quickly levitated the debris off him.

Standing was agony, but that was the furthest from his mind right now. He had to find Lily and the kids. He could only pray that they had made it out alive. Picking his way through the rubble towards where the stairs to the second floor would be.

When he reached the stairs, he saw something that would haunt his dreams for years to come. There, laying motionlessly face down, was his beautiful wife, Lily. James gently rolled his wife on to her back and brushed her hair out of her face.

Relief like nothing he had ever felt before overwhelmed James as Lily's eyes flickered open and she groaned in pain. "James? What happened?" Lily asked after she composed herself.

"Voldemort." Was James's simple answer.

"THE CHILDREN!" Lily shouted sitting upright immediately. "Where are the kids?" Lily demanded.

"I don't know." James said simply. He didn't know when it had happened, but he had already resigned himself to the fact that his children had to be dead. Seeing Lily here, must have done it. She would have never left the kids alone somewhere else, so that only meant that they had to be upstairs, and there was no longer an upstairs to be seen.

"James we have to find them!"

"Lily." James said softly.

"NO! Don't say it! I know they're alive. There's no way Voldemort could have found them."

"Lily, even if he didn't find him—the second floor is gone—there's no way they could have survived."

"You don't know what your talking about!" Lily shouted pushing away from him. "I transfigured them into turtles! Their shells would have protected! That's why I chose that animal."

James eyes lit up in hope. Could they really have survived? Was the only thought going through his mind. "Help me find them!" Lily shouted snapping him back to reality. "I put them in a terrarium that I transfigured in their room. Hopefully they fell straight down.

James was on his feet in an instant. Together he in Lily carefully sifted through the destruction. Examining each piece carefully before vanishing it. The miracles of miracles happened when James removed a particularly large piece of rubble, and there protected in a blue cocoon of magic were both Harry and Annabelle, sleeping peacefully in their human forms.

"LILY!" James shouted, running forward to the children, only to be repelled by the cocoon. James got to his feet only to watch as Lily, in her rush to get to her children was repelled the same way he was. He would have laughed had the situation not been so serious.

Leveling his wand at the cocoon, James performed the spell that was specifically designed to bring down shields. He held it on for a full minute with no success. James couldn't help but be amazed. Some of the strongest wizards' shields had been felled after about ten seconds under his spell and this one didn't even seem to be weakened.

"Lily we'll have to do this together." A nod of the head and a look of fierce determination was all that answered James as he and his wife performed the spell in unison. It took over a minute for the shield to be destroyed and when it was it was like none James had ever seen. Instead of just dissipating like a normal shield, it shattered into thousand of pieces, sounding just like glass breaking. The pieces remained on the ground for a few seconds before finally disappearing.

So amazed at what happened that James did not realize that his wife had already scooped both children in her arms and was squeezing them so hard that they had begun to cry. Walking slowly towards them he encompassed all three in his arms and made soothing sounds for all their benefit. In their happiness and relief they never saw the body of James's little brother Alex.

After sometime just standing there, together, James took Annabelle from Lily and they began walking to the end of the drive way to the nearest road. Sticking out his wand, James summoned the Knight Bus. When it appeared, James walked directly on, ignoring the conductor's little spiel. Going directly to the driver James flashed his credentials that he always had on him and said, "I'm Senior Auror James Potter. I am hereby commandeering this vehicle. You will take us directly to Hogwarts forgoing all stops. Be quick and careful about it there are children on board."

Sitting down on the bed beside Lily, he couldn't help but notice the roll of her eyes. "Was that really necessary?"

"Of course it wasn't, Love." James stated, kissing her on the lips as the Knight Bus took off. "Do you want me to take him?" James asked as he saw how uncomfortable Lily was. He had grown up in the wizarding world and the Knight Bus was a favorite form of transportation for him. Lily hated it.

"No, I'm fine." said Lily, not looking it one bit. "Okay, you better take him." She said–after the Bus gave a particularly violent lurch–as though it were her idea in the first place. Shifting Annabelle in his arms, James took Harry from her and enjoyed the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.

1:44 A.M. October 31st 1981

James had sent a Patronus ahead of him to warn Dumbledore of his arrival, so it was no surprise when the Gargoyle that guarded the entrance of Albus Dumbledore's office was already open. "Is everything alright?" Albus all but sprung from his seat as James and Lily entered.

"Yes, everything's fine if you don't count Voldemort attacking us in the middle of the night and our house being blown up. Oh yeah, are children were almost killed and somehow a shield surrounding them that took both Lily and I, working together, over a minute to bring down." James said, sarcasm dripping heavily.

"But, you're all alright? That's the important thing."

"Yes, Albus, we're fine, for the most part. We've come here because we want you to take a look at Annabelle's forehead." Lily said walking around Albus's desk so he could have a better look at said baby. Albus made to take the baby from her, but Lily clutched the baby to her. She realized how silly she was being and handed the baby to Albus.

Dumbledore had prided himself on not being one to surprise easily. Even when he is surprised he is able to hide it well. But he was unable to hold back the gasp that escaped him. On the little girl's forehead was a scar in the shape of an ornate and serpentine S. that radiated evil and Dark Magic. It radiated an evil and dark magic that Dumbledore would recognize anywhere. That of Tom Marvolo Riddle

"What do you make of it Albus?"

"I cannot be sure, not until I investigate further, but if it is what I think it is, your daughter may become the most famous witch in the world. I must go to where this happened."

"It happened in our home in Godric's Hollow." James replied.

"Where is that?" Albus asked.

"You know where it was. It's where we got married."

"And that would be where?"

"Albus you were there. You performed the ceremony."

"I remember that, but I cannot recall—the Fidelius Charm. It must still be in place." state Albus.

"But that would mean—No! I refuse to believe it. Sirius would never give us up to Voldemort. He would die before doing that."

"James." Lily said softly. "I don't want to believe it anymore than you do, but it has to be true. It's the only way Voldemort could have found us. It's the only possible explanation."

"Lily take care of the kids. I'll be back as soon as possible." James said handing Harry to Lily and kissing her on the cheek. He made his way for the door, but his arms and legs snapped together and he fell on his face, stiff as a board.

"I'm sorry James, but I can't risk losing you." Lily said levitating James to the couch and putting him to sleep. "Albus, you'll have to find Sirius and get the secret from him. It would be best if he believed we were dead."

"Yes I believe you are correct. Do you need any help with the children?" Albus asked handing Annabelle over to Lily. "It seems that young Harry has a scar on his head as well." Albus observed before examining it like he did Annabelle. "As I thought just a normal scar in the peculiar shape of a lightning bolt. It does not radiate evil like Annabelle's does."

"No, he must have got it when the house collapsed." Lily stated. I'll just floo Madame Pomfrey up here and have her help me check the children over. You should hurry." Lily said solemnly.

"Yes of course." Albus said before hurrying out of his office. The world was in for a most welcome surprise if his hunch was correct.

A/N: Yes I know what you are thinking. What the hell are you doing writing another damn story. Well I'm sorry I couldn't help it. This idea hit me and wouldn't leave me alone. I think how I'm going to do it is write one more chapter to this story and then write two more to Ultimate Betrayal, then two to this story and so on and so forth. I apologize if you were hoping for a chapter of Ultimate Betrayal. Just know that I haven't abandoned it.
Also a lot is not what it seems in this story, just wait for things to be revealed.