I don't own Harry Potter... If i did, like many of us, I'd rewrite the ending with HHR.This is my first HHR Fic. Please save the flames. This story has been stuck in my head for a while. Based on a movie I watched a while back. The rating will change to M in the later chapters. For now, nothing deadly.
"Minister Potter, this is the new bill that I propose we submit to Wizengamot next month" Hermione said.
"It's pretty much self-explanatory, all the bill entails is basic rights for magical creatures" she explained.
James Potter read through the bill as she spoke, impressed by the exemplary effort she put in.
"You know Ms Granger, it's pretty much the ambitious and best thought out directive I've ever read in my time as Minister of Magic and if this doesn't win their votes I don't know what will" he smiled. "Thank you Sir" she blushed.
"All we can do now is present this at the next meeting and knock their socks off" Sirius said. "Well, Miss Granger, you'll definitely be getting the vote of House Black" he winked at Hermione.
"Thank you Mr Black, it will bring an end to slavery as we know it. A long shot, I know, but a chance none the less" she said emphatically.
"If that's all, I think we can call this meeting to a close" James said. He received confirmation from the rest of the attendees and with that the dismissed them.
"So Prongs, heard from Harry lately?" Sirius asked. James stood up and made his way to his liquor cabinet and pulled our one of Oden's finest then made his way to his desk, sighing deeply he sat down and summoned two glasses.
"I'm afraid not Padfoot. He's always throwing himself into his work. He hardly ever has time to come home when he does have time off. It's like I don't know my own son anymore" James said downing his drink.
Sirius looked at James, really looked at him, his hair unruly as ever just no longer black like it used to be a few years back, his eyes dull and joyless, his forehead wrinkled from the lines of frowning, he was now the shell of the man he once was. "Prongs, did you ever try talking to him, apart from official meetings off-course" Sirius asked.
"Oh, I've tried, God knows I've tried but he always has an excuse that he was busy and had "stuff" to take care of" James said.
"If you'd like, I could always talk to him" Sirius suggested. James smiled, "as much as I appreciate it, I would rather have this talk with him myself" James said. "I proud of him, I mean, which father wouldn't be, Head Auora at 24, the youngest ever, beating me by a year. Yet, it seems he still wants to prove himself further, throwing himself in harm's way time and time again. I'm terrified that one day I will receive "THAT" owl and ….I. .I" he sighed unable to complete the sentence.
Sirius truly hurt for his friend, "Lily would have whacked him upside the head and told him to get his act together."
James smiled sadly at the mention of his late wife's name. "She was taken away too soon" James said almost inaudibly.
"I'm so sorry that they those sons of bitches were never caught. I hope the rot in the deepest depths of hell" Sirius said angrily.
"Let's not dwell on the past, Harry is the future and I need to remind him of that before it's too late" James said reaching for parchment and his quill. He began writing then quickly sealed the letter and sent it on its way with his owl.
"Honestly after Hermione's bill for the Equality is passed, I'm going to ask her to introduce the Ministry into the 21st century, I mean owl mail, when we can use instant messaging on cell phones" Sirius mocked.
"Speaking of Hermione, she reminds me so much of Lily, young, ambitious, fiercely loyal and beautiful. The Brightest witch of her age and now the youngest Head of the DMC. It's no wonder Lily took her under her wing." James said smiling.
"Yeah, she did look up to Lily, she was pretty much a younger version of her and talk about accomplishments, I mean she needs little or no motivation whatsoever. I'm surprised that she's single. She's quite the looker once you get passed the hair" Sirius snickered.
"Oh come on, I kind of like her hair. I think it gives her character" James said with a distinct look in his eyes. "Oh I know that look Prongs" Sirius smirked.
"Are you sure she's not won the affections of any young man yet? I need you to do sniff around, find out what you can and let me know" James said seriously.
"Yes Sir" Sirius said and left. James looked out the window and thought about Harry.
Harry received his father's letter and by the looks of what he read, it sounded urgent. He dreaded going home, since it brought up the memories of his mother. He couldn't bare the painful memories but he had neglected his father in the process of staying away. He loved his father but until he caught his mother's murderers he could never truly move on with his life. Deep down he blamed himself for what had happened to her…
"That's Potter's wife and by the looks of it, she's not alone. If we take her out, it would send a clear message to the Ministry that we mean business" the man said.
"Oh come on, that's the Minister's wife. We'd be dead before we know it" the other voice said. "Either which way, those were the orders from the boss, we take her out and Minister Potter is as good as gone" the third voice spoke. "Who's the brunette?" the first man asked.
"Who cares, we're here for the redhead. Waste not, want not" the third voice said. "Go" he said.
Lily and Hermione were on their way back from Diagon Ally after their lunch date. "I still can't believe that people treat house elves that way" Hermione said.
"Hermione, love, not everyone cares as much as some of us do. Sometimes I wonder if we're doing enough to help them. Take poor Remus for example, can't get a steady job because he was a werewolf, I mean I managed to find a cure and helped him and so many others yet he's stuck with the stigma of being a werewolf, sometimes the wizarding world can be so cruel!" Lily said.
"I know what you mean, as much as I love living in the wizarding world, I'd always dreamt of living near the seaside away from all this drama" Hermione said dreamily.
"Promise me something Love" Lily said. "Anything Mrs Potter" she replied. "Promise me that you will use that wonderful brain of yours and change this world so that everyone will have equal rights and abolish this blood feud that's destroying our world" she said.
"I'll try" she. "Oh I have no doubt that you will do great things love. You just have to believe it" she said and Hermione blushed.
"Come on let's have some tea" Lily said ushering her in then stopped behind her sensing something was off.
"What's wrong Mrs Potter?" Hermione asked when she realised Lily was not following.
"HERMIONE! GET DOWN NOW!" Lily screamed and was hit in the chest with a Stunner. She noticed everything around her going black but the last thing she saw was a flash of green and Lily Potter falling to the ground.
When Harry reached home he was too late, the three men had been long gone. He slowly walked over to his father who was bent over his mother's body, distraught.
Harry's world collapsed around him as he watched the coroners take his mother away. He turned and saw Hermione on the stretcher as the Healers worked tirelessly to revive her. He's father went over to him and hugged him and the two men cried over the loss of the women who held them together.
They were interrupted from there embracing when they heard Hermione scream out for Lily. James made his way over to her to calm her down, but the poor girl was inconsolable.
Harry looked over at her and took pity on her knowing that what she witnessed will haunt her for the rest of her life. Once she calmed down enough the Auora's interviewed her though she was no help since she was stunned before she could see anything.
After the funeral, Harry watched and waited for everyone to leave to speak to Hermione. He needed to bring justice to his mother and she was the only one who could help.
He made his way over to her, "Hello Miss Granger" he said with an unsteady voice. "Mr Potter" she whispered.
"I understand you and my mother were close" he said and she nodded. "Then you will fully understand my vengeance for justice" he said and she simply looked at the freshly covered grave.
"If I may, with your permission of course, could have a copy of the memory of the day of the attack" he asked. She looked somewhat perplexed by his request.
"Look, Miss Granger, I know it's a lot to ask of you but I.." he said cracking up and then looked away trying to hide his emotion.
"Can you assure me that you will do everything in your power to bring these sons of bitches their comeuppance?" she asked.
"Yes, you have my word" he assured her. She pulled out her wand and pulled a silver strand from her temple and gave it him. He then conjured a vile and slipped it in.
"Thank you, you have no idea what this means to me" he said and offered her a handshake. She reluctantly took it and then walked away.
Even though Miss Granger had given him the memory, he had a hard time watching it. All it did was fuel his anger and need thirst for revenge which made him into who he was today.
He felt like such a disappointment not fulfilling what he promised to do, nevertheless it didn't stop him.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts when his cell phone rang, it was his current fling. He did not have time for a serious relationship until he put his current case behind him. He didn't answer the call but instead opted to reply with text message saying he wasn't interested and that he had to leave town for a while and didn't want to be contacted. He knew that some of these women were only in it for the fame and money, the only way to get rid of the clingy was to be blunt.
He then replied to his father's owl, accepting his invite but yet he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he's life was about to be changed forever. He had 2 hours to get ready for his meeting with his father and he had the urge to get his introduce is "pops" to the wonderful world of cell phones.
He disapparated into Muggle London and walked into a mobile outlet to grab him a basic phone then he went back home.