Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Greg Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
(1) Halloween.
"Are you sure that it will be safe?"
"I'm positive."
"But Voldemort is still after us."
"Leela promised to take care of them."
The couple that were arguing on their doorstep were Lily and James Potter. Today was Hallowen and their friend, and the godfather to their son, Harry, was having a party at his manor - NOT BLACK Manor - and practically got onto hands and knees to get Dumbledore to say that it'll be okay.
"But I'll be worried the entire time" moaned Lily. James rolled his eyes and grabbed the arms of his wife.
"The sooner we're gone, the sooner we can come back" smiled James and he pecked Lily on the lips.
"I'm sorry, James. But I can't leave them. They need their mother. But you go, you go and have fun. Take lots of pictures for us" she kissed him again.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, Leela and I will keep them safe" she smiled sweetly at him as he left.
Around five minutes after the young father left, the babysitter Leela finally got a seat. The eldest Potter twin would not stop crying. Greg Potter was well known in the wizarding community for having a set of lungs. Meanwhile, his younger brother Harry was very quiet, sometimes people had to check his breathing just to make sure the year old was alive.
Lily was still upstairs, she said she liked watching them sleep.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Startled, Leela shot up.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"I'm bloody coming!" yelled Leela, and in her tiredness forgot all her lessons, not that it would matter much.
She opened the door, rubbing her eyes and died right there on the doormat.
Without a glance at the girl who kissed him on a dare in fourth year, Peter Pettingrew walked into the home of his friends, well they were his friends.
Lord Voldemort a step behind him.
"W-why did I have to knock?" he asked his master.
"Because, if I blew up the house, Harry would be gone without a blink, if I knocked, you told me about a curse that would pull me into the door and I'm to tired to fight that. And if the idiot girl remembered her lessons, she would not think twice to let in Wormtail" smirked Voldemort.
"Now where is young Harry Potter?" asked Voldemort.
"Upstairs my L-l-ord" said Peter and he lead the way to the nursery.
The door slammed shut in their faces.
"You said only one would remain" sneered Voldemort, glaring at his pathetic servant.
"Lily and James were supposed to be gone" said Peter as he forced the door open to see the young mother standing proudly with her wand up.
In their cribs were awake Harry Potter and snoring Greg Potter.
"Unc 'tail?" asked Harry, taking his thumb from his mouth.
"Wormtail, Peter. You traitor" said Lily, tears streaming down her face. She touched her locket, which would alert James that she was in danger.
"I had to. He's too powerful" cried Peter. Voldemort rolled his eyes.
"There is no need for you to die tonight" he said to what he considered filth.
"And you expect me to stand aside while you kill my children. I don't think so" said Lily. Peter pushed her out the way and held her while Voldemort approached the crib.
"Aww, so cute" said Voldemort before he raised his wand and pointed it to Harry, and whispered the killing curse.
"Noo!" screamed Lily as she elbowed Peter in the chin and jumped in front of Harry.
Her body fell to the ground, her hair a red halo surrounding her.
Voldemort merely stepped over her, covering her body with his black cloak and he aimed and struck again.
As the curse hit Harry, the young boy glowed and the spell flew right back to the Dark Lord, who screamed in pain, the scream was so loud that a piece of metal that was on the mobile that sang the Hogwarts theme. It somehow bended into a V shape.
Terrified and shocked, Peter Pettingrew ran away.
Harry blinked past the blood running down his face, his eyes rolled back into his head and the boy who lived lay down and went to sleep, his brother was woken up by the noise and light and looked around. His eyes passed over the steaming black robes and onto the piece of metal. He never saw his mother. He picked it up and screamed when a searing pain erupted up in his hand and he dropped the metal, a V now on his palm. Blinking past the tears, Greg saw his younger brother by ten minutes lying still and covered in blood.
Greg wanted his brother to wake up and began to shake him, somehow getting blood onto himself.
Dumbledore suddenly appeared beside James, Sirius and Remus, who heard alarms from James watch that powerful magic was being used.
James ran from his old headmaster and straight into the house, tripping over Leela in the process. Remus ran up to the young witch as James left her to run upstairs. Sirius followed closely behind, unaware that Dumbledore was glaring at him.
Remus left Leela's body lying on the couch as he heard a anguished cry echo from upstairs, and he bolted up the stairs.
"Is that...?" whispered Remus and he pointed to the black robes. He looked around the rest of the room to see James cradling his dead wife, her eyes empty.
Sirius was leaning over the cribs, picking up the two children. Dumbledore aimed his wand at them.
"Let them go" he said. Sirius glared at him.
"It wasn't him" said James, his voice empty as he lay his dead wife back on the ground. He stood and took the unconscious Harry from his godfather. Dumbledore put his wand away and look closely at Greg.
"Well, was, my dear, now what do we have here?" asked Dumbledore and he picked up Greg, who was staring at the Santa look alike.
Dumbledore grabbed Gregs wrist and saw the V there.
"James, Sirius, Remus. I believe Greg to be the Boy Who Lived."
I know that I have published this before but I didn't really like the way it was going so I have decided to start it all over again.
