Rewriting History

Featuring Harry Potter and Louis Broker

Written by Atainne Warren

Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling.

Louis Broker is property of Atai.

Part one: Prelude

Entry one: Father's Son

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"Nice one James!" Sirus had said. He had called Harry by his father's name, after a curse Harry had nailed upon Lucius Malfoy perfectly. The moment after Sirus had said it, Harry and Lucius' eyes had met. In that heartbeat exchange, there was just a breath of understanding. Lucius could read straight through the boy's emotions, feelings and every expression Harry had ever made. Everything laid bare for the dark blond.

Then Sirus cursed Lucius.

Choices made.

Promises broken.

Bellatrix Lestrange skittered to a halt and took in the scene for one sharp moment. Her large dark eyes fell upon the act playing out near the stone veil. Lucius sneered up at her cousin, who held his wand at the said blond's throat and taunted him, almost like they were back in school. Disgusting. Bringing her wand up, she spoke the curse instantly. It didn't cross her mind of what effect it would, or might have, she just acted on pure instinct. Something she'd always done, and something she wasn't proud of all the time.

"Avada Kedvada!"

Alliances made.

Families broken.

Harry watched with sick fascination as the green streak of the spell came in like lightning, and dead hit Sirus in the back. Direct blow to the heart. Bellatrix was a good witch, light or dark, that fact did not change. Right or wrong. Another fact that sunk in at that moment, in realizing that, was that Harry's godfather Sirus... was fading away into the veil. Battle noises faded away to silence. As he cried out, Harry could no longer hear his own voice, let alone the voice of his friend and ex-teacher Remus Lupin. Heart aching, the boy-who-lived felt the sharp tang of numbness seep into his suddenly cold skin.

Sirus Black was dead.

Let go.

Let live.

Bellatrix took in a sharp breath. Spell coming in for contact, reason and family ties sped up and took hold of her. So much so, she almost screamed out for him. Alliance and shock froze the words in her throat as the spell caught him in the back, spun him around and his balance slipped. Her cousin fell into the veil. If the curse had not killed him, then he was surely dead now, the veil would make sure of that. Bellatrix turned to flee, numb, afraid and confused she slipped into the shadows with a mad cackle that held a trickle of cold hysteria. Behind her, the boy-who-lived gave a cry and pursued her. He followed her through the shadows, and all to give a grief roughened shout.

"Crucio!"

He who looses so much,

must be prepared to loose more.

Harry came to a shuddering halt. The curse hadn't done much in the power department, instead it seemed to have given his target a slight jolt. Her lips parted and exhaled in a hysteric giggle. She seemed out of breath, and enjoying every tremor that ran along her skin as she tittered to herself madly. Harry watched with the same sick fascination he'd given Sirus' death before the same numbness bubbled to the surface and he leveled his wand at her again.

She pouted.

If we are to survive,

a veil of shadows must descend.

White mist flowed through the air, Voldemort appeared followed soon by Dumbledore. Bellatrix fled the scene via floo and the rest was history, until a month or so after Sirus's death.

And we who suffer little

must share his pain.