Orkney Islands, Scotland. 10/10/1981
The lightning streaked across the sky with a deafening boom. The rain pelted the windows as if to break them. In a tall backed chair by a roaring fireplace a tall cloaked figure sat. The cloak was made of a reptilian hide blacker than night and it radiated such a feeling of anguish and fear that you could almost see it. The figure let his hood down to show a young man no older than thirty. A great scar ran across his face from the bottom of his left eye to his chin like a trench. The man picked up a bell on the table next to him and rang it. The tinny sound reverberated through the halls and the sound of soft running feet echoed around the manor. A short yet stocky man appeared at the doorway.
" Yes my lord?" The man asked breathlessly.
"The Potter man will be arriving shortly," The man said with a voice like fire."See to it that he is taken care of before showing him too me."
"Of course my lord. Shall you and your guest have tea?"
"I do not know. Keep a tray ready. That is all." The man said.
The butler bowed and hurried away. Before long the deep gong like doorbell sounded. A man with messy black hair and crooked glasses stood on the doormat drenched. The butler opened the door and quickly took the man's raincoat.
"Hi. I'm here to se-"
"I know Mr. Potter. Allow me to dry you and your coat before I take you to my lord." The butler said quickly.
He then pulled out his wand and dried Potter's coat and clothes. He led Potter to a room with a small, polished mahogany table. At one end the cloaked figure sat and on the other side an empty chair sat. Then the chair pulled itself back as Mr. Potter walked in the room.
"Thank you Wilhelm. If we need anything I shall call. Mr. Potter please take a seat." The figure crackled in his fiery voice.
Mr. Potter sat hurriedly sat down and the the chair scooted forward on it's own accord.
"Please speak your wishes Potter. I will listen."
"Uhh.. Okay. Ahem. Well as you know the Dark Lord is after us. He will kill us without second thought. But what not many people know is that us Potter's are descended from not one but two Pureblood families. Potter and Peverell. And Harry will have three families to handle if Sirius does not have children. We love him with all our heart. I cannot see him die so early. So not to be an inflated prick but Harry must live." Mr. Potter said rather quickly. "So Mr. Uhh-"
"Call me Harth."
"Okay Harth. Is there anyway to keep Harry from a killing curse casted by one of the most powerful wizards known by the wizarding world. I heard you are an expert in the impossible." Potter said rather awkwardly.
Harth stayed silent and looked lost in thought. He was quiet for so long that Potter started to feel like this guy was a joke. Then without warning he produced a bell and rang it three times. Wilhelm swept into the room and placed a tea set on the table. He then hurried out, shutting the door behind him.
"Help yourself Mr. Potter. I'm afraid this may take a while." Harth said softly.
After almost three hours and 4 pots of tea Harth finally spoke again. This time his voice was not flame but of a tired person.
"I have a way to save Harry, but both you and your wife can not survive. The curse will not take hold until his parents are dead."
"Wait what? Curse? I said save him not curse him!" By now James was standing with his wand in hand.
"If you would please put your wand away I will explain." Harth said in an almost bored tone.
Reluctantly James put his wand in his arm sheath. He was still muttering incentives under his breath.
"As I was saying the curse cannot take effect unless you and your wife has died. I can cast it now if that is your wish. It will protect him from the killing curse but with a price for him. He will bear the curse of the Magalas. The beast as evil as the 7 Levels of Hell in its juvenile state but with adulthood it is an embodiment of heavenly cruelty and fire. Either way he will have the capacity for both great evil or greater good. The upside is he will be nigh invincible. No blade, spell,or bullet can kill him. The way to kill him is not possible in this World." Harth explained. "This cloak I'm wearing," he gestured to himself "is the hide of a Gore Magala from my World. Even removed from the body it causes fear. Be warned, however, the same way i came to this world another can come with weapons that may kill him. So now comes the decision. Will you save your boy from death yet curse him, or will you allow him to die thus ending two or three Pureblood lines. Come to me in a fortnight's time with your decision. If you agree bring Harry. Now begone" So with that James was led out into the wet night by a weary butler.
10/24/1981
The doorbell sounded for the first time in weeks. This time as Wilhelm opened the door, with James, was a red-haired woman holding a bundle of blankets. As Wilhelm removed their coats, Lily tried to engage conversation with the butler. This was, however, shot down as efficiently as with James the fortnight before. He then led the trio to a room different than the one James had attended. This one had bookshelves all around walls and a large dining table in the middle. There were 3 spots set for a meal, as well as the high chair for Harry. At the head of the table sat Harth. This time he wore a nice black Halston suit with wide satin lapels. On the chair behind him was the black cloak he had wore the meeting before.
"Hello there. I see you brought young Harry. And this must be the lovely Lily. How wonderful it is to meet you." This was in his human voice as not to scare Harry or Lily. "Thought a light dinner shall go well before the fun begins."
This was meant to relax the couple but the word 'fun' did nothing but make them even more nervous. Harry began to move as he woke. This preoccupied Lily, so James and Harth sat down making small talk. This confused James, for the meeting before Harth was inhuman . Now he was talking about Manchester United and the weather for their next game. Lily finally finished handling Harry and put him sitting in the high chair.
Once everyone was settled in Harth produced a bell from thin air and rang it. Almost immediately Wilhelm and two other people swept in the room and deposited silver trays in front of the three adults, and have Lily a small basket of baby food for Harry. Then more servers came in and set silver goblets in front of the adults and a iced bucket with wine in the center. A sippy cup with juice was set before Harry who immediately took it and began to chew on it. Finally Wilhelm came in and ask if everything was set. Harth thanked him and sent him off.
Instead of an awkward meeting dinner was actually comfortable affair. By the end of it all James and Lily were far more relaxed. Wilhelm and the other kitchen staff came in and removed the trays but left the wine, which Harth then picked up and beckoned the Potters to follow.