The Last Descendant of Emrys
The tower clock of the Godrics Hollow cathedral chimed twelve times heralding the midnight hour breaking the quiet of the small village. On the seventh chime a deafening explosion drowned out the remaining chimes before silence and a feeling of dread settled on the entire village. Moments later a soft pop sounded and with a swish of sky blue robes a man appeared in the middle of the street wand in hand and keen blue eyes searching the area around him.
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and leader of the forces of light nearly fell to his knees at the scale of the destruction before him. At the end of the street he stood upon was a two story manor with a smoldering hole in place of the rooms that had made up the nursery for the occupants one year son. 'I have failed.' he thought to himself as tears welled in his normally sparkling blue eyes. 'It wasn't supposed to end this way they weren't supposed to die.' he despaired 'What a fool I have been.' Several minutes that to the aged wizard seemed like hours went by as he silently berated himself falling deeper and deeper into despair. Wallowing in his failure he almost didn't catch the sound of crunching glass and the creek of the damaged door opening. Cold anger filled eyes immediately snapping the struggling figure hobbling from down the debris strewn path, he set off down the road aura flaring wand aiming, and a deadly spell on the tip of his tongue ready to cut down any enemy.
Just as he was about to confront the figure the moon peeked out from behind the clouds to reveal pale skin and flame colored hair beneath the shadow of the hood.
"Lily!" he gasped in shock and relief.
With a speed defiant of his age he sprinted to her in time to catch her before she fell to the ground, gently lowering her to the ground he brushed back her hood to look into her brilliant emerald eyes.
"A-Albus?" she rasped tears streaming down her dirt smudged face. "He's dead Albus."
"I'm so sorry Lily I didn't make it in time to save them c…" Albus began before Lilies' hand gripping his robes made him stop.
"N-no Albus V-Voldemort he is dead." she said a sad smile on her face that quickly turned to a grimace of pain. "T-take care of H-Harry." With that she fell unconscious just as Dumbledore noticed the tiny struggling form of Harry Potter wrapped in her robes. Gently laying her head on the ground he scooped him up and immediately jumped to his feet and drew his wand as a surge of magic preceded a series of pops. The area lit up in with flashes of spell fire all aimed at Dumbledore and all fizzling uselessly against a glowing shield of magic.
"Stop! You fools lower your wands! It's Albus put down your bloody wands!" A familiar voice rang over the shouted spells and miniature explosions. Pushing through the crowd of Aurors and Hit Wizards came Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Rushing over to Albus she sighed in relief upon seeing Harry nestled in his arms sound asleep.
"The child must be exhausted." she said smiling down at him. "Did anyone else survive?"
"Lily has slipped into a magical coma, and I believe James is dead." Dumbledore answered quietly his eyes taking in the Aurors as the began searching the debris and house for the bodies of James and hopefully Voldemort.
"What about Voldemort?" she asked just as quietly.
"Lily said he died, but I fear tonight is only the beginning my dear Minerva." he replied. "For now let us focus on the present, Lily needs to be taken to St. Mungos for treatment and we need to notify Sirius that Harry lives."
"Not so fast Dumbledore."
Dumbledores' eyes fell on the Minister of Magic strolling up to them in his pinstriped suit, scarlet tie, long black cloak flowing out behind him and pointed purple boots clicked on the cobblestone road. Under his arm he carried his infamous lime-green bowler.
"Cornelius how can we help you tonight." Dumbledore said his usual twinkle returning to his eyes as he addressed the Minister of Magic.
"You can hand over the boy Dumbledore, that's how you can help." Minister Fudge said imperiously.
"Lily and James' will was very clear as to the Guardianship of young mister Potter Minister." McGonagall said sternly.
"Yes well the situation has changed." Fudge said reaching into his cloak and producing a thick scroll emblazoned with the symbol of the Ministry of Magic. McGonagall took the scroll and with a flick of her wand broke the seal and began reading.
In the case of one Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lillian Marie Potter nee Evans. We the members of the Wizengamot have ruled that since his legal Godmother one Alice Longbottom is currently unable to care for the well being of the child due to her current mental faculties being compromised and the imprisonment of his legal Godfather one Sirius Orion Black for the murder of one Peter Alan Pettigrew and twelve muggles. One Harry James Potter is to become a ward of the state and as such is to be given into the custody of his next of kin one Petunia Leann Dursley.
The bottom of the scroll was signed by the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and sealed with the Ministry's' official seal. Dumbledore and McGonagall were silent for several minutes, their minds working overtime to find a flaw in the Ministry's' decree.
"What about the Potter Will? James and Lily had one made when she found out she was pregnant." Dumbledore asked the Minister.
"Sadly the Goblins have been unable to find the Potter's' Will." he replied with a small smirk. "They have expressed their deepest regrets and assurances that if they find the thief that he or she shall be punished heavily."
"Well Minerva it seems that the Minister is well within the law and that we have been given no choice in the matter of young mister Potter." Dumbledore said resting a weathered hand on McGonagalls' shoulder. "Minister we shall hand over the child, but I assure you that once the Potter Will has been found that he will be put in the home that Lily and James wish him to go to."
The Minister was slightly taken aback by the straight forwardness of the normally cryptic Dumbledore, but recovered quickly saying. "Really Dumbledore if the Goblins couldn't find the Will what hope do you think you have of finding it?"
"We shall see." was all he said before handing Harry to the Auror who had come to retrieve at a wave from the Minister.