The Adventures of Harry Potter
1. The Boy Who Lived
Sirius Black was facing his godson, who now was sleeping. The sight was heart breaking. because on one hand, he could see his godson, sleeping in his cradle, calm and sound. On the other hand, there lay lifeless bodies of two of his best friends.
How could it happen?
He didn't know.
...
Few hours earlier, he was preparing himself to visit the Potters. He replaced his Auror uniform with (decide the dress). Picked up the keys to his favourite motorcycle. And checked the wards of his house, just to be sure.
Potters were going to have a surprise tonight, he decided.
He quickly started his motorcycle, which still amazed him - how muggles made such beauties, Merlin knows - he thought. Yet he had added his own improvements in said motorcycle. Some were the invisibility charm, some speed booster charm and one he liked most- flying charm.
Anyone would think why a wizard- and a powerful one, as Sirius- would use a muggle means of transportation over Aparition or Floo Network or even Flying Brooms, but his friends knew better. All his life, he couldn't accept how people could go as dark as his family was. He was ready to put up with them for their pure-blood superiority facade if they didn't consider following the terrorist in British Wizarding World -as Lily called him sometime, or Dark Lord -as said terrorist's followers called him- or as You-Know-Who and Who-Must-Not-Be-Named -by those who feared him. He was forced to call him with these names instead of what the terrorist called himself - Lord Voldemort- but couldn't.
Back to what he was thinking, so he was so much into his motorcycle for two reasons; one: to taunt his muggle hating family and two: in carrying out reason one, he actually got the kick of it. He liked how it felt when he rushed past muggle traffic on his bike, his white 1959 Triumph 650 T 120 Bonneville would have caught anyone's eyes had there not been a notice-me-not charm as well on the bike. Even as he was speeding it towards Godric's Hollow, he was enjoying the ride.
He had no idea, what his destination had laid for him.
...
As soon as he reached Potter's Cottage, he felt him, but no longer than say- 5 seconds- and the presence was gone. It was dark. Not as in dark arts or dark magic, but dark as in evil. He hadn't felt such darkness around him, but only heard about it from his friends, who were resident of Potter's Cottage.
Soon he caught himself out of daze and came to the conclusion. He needed to know, he needed to see. It can't be! he thought. They must have survived, they can't die. With these thoughts, he reached inside the house. He could hear a cat's sound cutting off abruptly, but couldn't spare the attention. He was more concerned with James and Lily, and Harry.
He looked for them at ground floor, but didn't find them. He grew tense. It can't be, he repeated. Gathering his Gryfindor courage, he climbed the stairs, but stopped midway(mid-flight?), and then and there he broke down as reality hit him.
They are dead!
"L..Lily!" he cried and reached to her, at the same time looking for James, and "James!", as soon as he saw Prongs. He backtracked to the nearest wall in denial. But something caught his eyes, the child sleeping in his cradle, his godson.
"No" and he reached the cradle. Afraid of his godson being dead. But only for a moment, because as soon as he reached the cradle, the child sleeping in it stirred.
It was all it took to break his shock and he found himself crying. He didn't know what to feel! Should he feel sorrow for he lost his to deer friends! Or should he cheer for his godson who survived!
Survived!
He finally noticed the cause of all this mishap, or the physical form of it at least.
In one of the corners, there was the body of most feared wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, in unrecognizable shape. He looked like he also was sleeping, in least comfortable position. Sirius was alert, because who-knows-what the wizard in front of him could do, he was not taking any chances.
Minutes passed.
Nothing happened.
He soon recognized the signs and decided that the terrorist wizard was now as much dead as possible.
Dumbledore needs to know, he thought and tried to conjure patronous, only to find a small white dull mist which faded next second away.
He gathered himself again, and this time, thinking about his survived godson, cast the spell Expecto-Patronum, and this time, as expected, two grimm-shaped patronus came through the wand and raced towards its respective destinations. On second thought, he sent one more to Mad-eye.
And now he would wait.
Unknown to himself, he began analyzing the situation, blame Auror training.
How Voldemort found them?
The house was under Fidelius Charm. He shouldn't have known where they lived. Unless...
He stopped himself thinking as such.
Peter would never betray them.
Breaking his thoughts, a silver phoenix came into view, and a disturbed and grim voice of head of Order of Phoenix spoke exactly nine words, "Wait for Hagrid. Give Harry to him. Find Peter."
Even after patronus faded away, he stood there, disbeliving what it meant. Surely Dumbledore meant that Wormtail was the traitor, with only question remains if it was willingly or should they be looking for another dead friend.
He couldn't believe it. In last hour, he had lost his three friends.
He hurried to the cradle where his godson was sleeping. As he picked him up from the cradle, he noticed it.
The mark that everyone will know.
The mark that will change everything.
The mark that was not there before.
The mark of that resembled the lightining, on the forhead of the boy who lived.
Dumbledore was caught in quite a storm now. He had just recieved a message from SIrius' patronus. While he anticipated Voldemort's action soon, he did not think of what had happened to be possible.
Many things occupied his mind at that time.
Voldemort had attacked Potters' Cottage.
He wouldn't have been able to find them due to Fidelius Charm.
Which brings us to first conclusion: Peter had been compromised.
Next thing his mind registered was that now Voldemort was dead. But it was not time to celebrate. Lily and James are also no more. But, and here was a big but, Harry had survived, just as in prophecy.
Even if Voldemort was dead, peter possibly compromised, most death eaters must know the place as well. Harry's removal from Potters' Cottage is most important. Realising this, he sent two patroni, one to Hagrid, one to Sirius.
Now that immediate response has been taken care of, he moves to next questions.
How?
How did Harry survived? Was Voldemort killed because of either of James' or Lily's curse? Was it because of Harry's accidental magic? Or did they performed some magic unknown?
He had to put this line of thought aside when he saw Alastar's face from fireplace.
"Heard about Potters. We are going there." was a short greeting from Moody.
"Of course. Let me know what you find." was Dumbledore's response.
And with that, Moody's face was gone.
While thinking of all of his questions, he was studying his instruments. Some were set on Potters' and some on Longbottoms'. One thing was sure now; Voldemort had picked his equal in young Harry. While the prophecy was completed or not was yet another question he had, he also knew to keep his eyes on Harry Potter for he was a measure factor that defeated a powerful wizard.
Hagrid found one thestral as soon as he can and instructed it to flew them to Potters' Cottage in Godric's Hollow. Thestrals are beautiful and intelligent beasts, he thought. It was equally sad for those who could see them.
But he wasn't thinking same now. How could he? He had just heard from Dumbledore that James and Lily were -
After rubbing off tears from his eyes, he made himself to think about what Dumbledore told him to do. Bring Harry to the Headquarters.
In not more than an hour, he was down on his feet again. Looking for where Potters' Cottage should have been. All he could see was- what? Some old battered house, where there were bushes of various kinds, wildly occupying walls and grounds.
He was about to think what he should do now, but then caught the motorcycle. It was parked opposite side of street to the house. He recognised it as Black's muggle thing.
"Glad you could make it Hagrid. Take Harry to the headquarters now. I am going to find Peter." Sirius said dryly while handing Harry to Hagrid.
"Is it true?" Hagrid asked, "James and Lily? They are-"
"Yes. And how are you going back?" Sirius asked, desperately changing the subject.
"Um? Yes, I'll go with thestral."
"I see. Actually I don't." He was trying hard to keep himself sane. And then he apparated.
Hagrid then looked at the little child, who was same size as his palm. He wouldn't cry, he promised himself, and carried with him on the thestral. Before he could leave though, Mad-eye came into view.
"Straight to headquarters?", he asked Hagrid.
He only nodded in answer.
"Where's Black?"
"He's going to look for Pattigrew."
On hearing this, he also apparated, leaving Hagrid behind.
Hagrid couldn't help but think about certain umbrella right now, but again gathered himself as he had a mission to bring Harry Potter to the headquarters.
Most Order member were sitting at their respective position, perhaps standing excitedly would be a better description.
At the head position was head of the Order, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. at one side of him was Alaster Moody, a senior Auror at the DMLE. On the other hand was Sirius Black, with Remus Lupin at other side of him. There were few more; Frank and Alice Longbottom, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance, Minerva McGonagall were few more to name them.
The excitment was filled with anger, sorrow, surprise and a small part of happiness.
"Before we go any further, here is what is know to us. Lord Voldemort died yesterday. He killed James and then Lily, before trying to kill Harry."
Some gasps could be heard in the silence formed when Dumbledore addressed them all.
"Is harry also-" asked Alice.
"No. He is alive and well. And is currently sleeping in one of rooms of headquarters."
Several people released breaths they didn't know were holding.
"How?" asked Frank.
"How what? How Harry survived? At this point, we can only guess."
"Yes. No. No, I wanted to ask how he knew where they were?" The guess Dumbledore said was know by Longbotom couples. Afterall, their son was another possible candidate for the prophecy.
"It can have only one answer, Pettigrew told him."
This raised many questions among Order members.
"We were considering possibility, that Voldemort used Legilimency. But that was before-"
"He is a traitor." Sirius almost barked, which would remind them of his animagus form. "That rat betrayed James and Lily. I will kill the rat as soon as I find him. Dementors would be last thing he should be worrying now."
"What happened?" Elphias asked, reading the signs.
"Yes, that's what we are here for. Sirius, Alastor, report the incident."
A.N. BEGIN
Hello all.
I have this idea right now, not much sure about it. It is not a question of IF, but WHEN I could put it as a story.
If anyone is interested in breaking rules of original plot, and add some pseudoscience, message me.
Until then, I will keep readying the next chapters.
A.N. END
