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Summery: A prophecy is a fickle thing, many parts of any prophecy can be interpreted in many different ways. History forever changes at a slight misunderstanding.
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Within the bounds of the West Country of southern England lies a small village nestled between the rolling chalk hills. A quaint village called Godric's Hollow which is populated by small number of people who the outside observer would declare them to be a 'bit odd' and 'eccentric' which when you're outnumbered vastly by sheep and cows is saying something.
This small collection of Tudor looking cottages and shops with small narrow streets is normally quite peaceful, apart from Sundays in summer when bikers enjoying a ride out in the pleasant weather descend upon Godric's Hollow single pub en masse before continuing on to small tight winding country roads that lead off from the village to the coastal regions.
Unlike over small villages these ones doesn't really complain about the noise from the summer visitors and the occasional brave winter ones, which is slightly strange as they don't need the tourism money like over small remote places which sell fudge and assorted rubbish in the local post office.
The reason being that when you can cast a silencing charm, not much can bother your if you want to lie in on a Sunday morning, only problem is that you got to remember the cast the spell the night before. The country life can be quite pleasant when you have magic to get around the normal inconveniences of remote living.
The population of Godric's Hollow is one of the few places in mainland England which is inhabited entirely magic users and doesn't use Muggle replant charms en-mass, quite forward thinking really but considering this is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor not surprising.
Today on 31 October, 1981 was an auspicious day, almost everyone in the village was gathered in the single local pub to celebrate and also to mourn as this was 'M' day.
For this was the day that Lord Voldemort attacked the Longbottom's, not much was known but some details was clear, the Dark Lord was dead and so were the Longbottom's but not the infant son.
James Potter, father, husband and a proud member of the Order Of The Phoenix stood next to his wife in a large room with the rest of the village.
"Everyone" he announced holding a drink high in the air "Please raise your glasses for the Longbottom's" he scanned the room, seeing faces of varying expressions, from depressed to cheerful, most of the village knew the Longbottom's, often did the Potters often to take care of the infant Neville as Frank and Alice Longbottom did for their own child, it wasn't a strange site to see Lily and James Potter with two prams taking the toddlers out for walk on the weekends.
"They were good honorable people who I am proud to fought alongside with, as close as family as anyone can be" James held the right hand of his wife tighter looking into eyes for strength.
"They are now gone, but so has the Dark Lord, their sacrifice will be remembered forever. We are now facing a new era of peace and prosperity due to what happened this day. Please raise your glasses"
James Potter looked upwards and muttered "The Longbottoms"
Everyone in the pub replicated his actions with down cast expressions.
Later on James and Lily Potter in a booth in the far corner of the pub still sombre as everyone else started to get more and more cheerful and the drinks continued to flow.
"Knighton's kid is with Harriet, most of the little ones are asleep at this point and the young Miss Knighton is looking a bit worn" Lily said with a small smile.
"Well that might put her off having kids of her own then, Merlin only knows why she is obsessed with having one at her age already, her father, old Henry will be happy with that" James retorted with a smile while looking at the door to the small parlour were his own child will be hopefully be sleeping at this point.
Lily looked at this with a smirk "Well tonight will be normal as ever but without the standard worry of attack" she grimaced "it's going to be odd thinking about the future now, we been dealing with those fanatical monsters for so long now…"
James looked up with a contemplative eye " We still got to deal with his followers, a task that Dumbledore will be more than up to" James looked smug at the thought "After that floo from Minerva I am feeling optimistic, the Order will assemble most likely for the last time and Dumbledore will decide on the next steps but with You-Know-Who gone the Death Eaters will be disarray and the Ministry can easily deal with those dregs"
Lily still looked worried "But what about poor Neville, you know what people are saying about him, he is just a baby and already everyone's talking about him like he is the future head of the Auror's before he has even been to school…." She looked pensive "well Frank and Alice would be proud if he follows in their footsteps".
"Well" said James "We should get back home, we got a lot to talk about tomorrow with Dumbledore and we got to deal with the battle axe Augusta as well, she will need our support but I feel that dear old Augusta will take Neville and shut out the world entirely" James stood up holding out a hand to help Lily from her seat "We will offer to take care of Neville for a few days until everything has settled down and play host to Augusta as well, I feel she appreciate the peace that our wards offer when the Daily Prophet comes hunting" Lilly said "Also Harriet will like a more permanent playmate"
James smiled slightly froze "We just got ours to her first birthday, I had a full night's sleep two nights ago in as long as i can remember… Do we really want to double our problems"
Lilly bumped into him with her hips with a smirk on her lips "Well they could be tripled soon"
James potter looking a bit startled "We talk about it later" A smile grew on his face "I wouldn't mind, its just that the first one was a surprise.." he walked towards the door at the back "I will get Harriet, you tell Sharp at the bar we see him tomorrow to settle up the tab and if he want to come with us to the Order meeting"
James and Lily with Harriet in a small baby carrier walked home lost in the thoughts of the young Neville and what the future will hold for him and also Harriet.
As James walked in and headed for the stairs Lily stood at the entrance and looked around at their humble semi-detached cottage, a small smile was on her lips as she looked down at the small baby carrier. Harriet soundly asleep with her little hands curled up around her head, small strands of red hair poked through a little woolen hat. Lily was proud of what she and James accomplished in such a short time. After both graduating Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with very good grades they both got a good jobs, got married and purchased a nice little home where they can raise a family.
She picked up the baby carrier and with practised absent-minded skill with spell work, cast the locking charms on the doors and windows, feed power to the external wards and reapplied the silence charm the walls and windows of the house, it's a Sunday tomorrow and with everything that going to happen Lily really wanted a nice lie-in.
She walked up stairs to put Harriet in her crib and get herself to bed, happy that the world, after all the sacrifices everyone has made will become better.
As the rest of the Wizarding world celebrated to the early hours, four of the dredges of society namely Death Eaters Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, and Bartemius Crouch Jr.
Bellatrix with a mad gleam in her eye and thirst for blood she sneered and the cosy little cottage, her fingers grasping around the long Walnut, dragon heartstring wand pitched white with the strength of her anger. With the Blasting Curse ready in her mind she used her over hand to mention to her two companions.
They moved towards the darkened house.