Stone of Life Peverell Edition

A.N

This, is the first chapter of The Peverell Edition, the remastering of Book one.
What this is, is me correcting mistakes in the book, and adding new content.
Consider this, the Game of The Year edition of Stone of Life. Who knows, I may even include a "DLC" or two. Maybe something special… later on...
Anyway, enjoy.

-The Dark Tipped Snake.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

CHAPTER I: WE ALL DIE IN THE END

Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow, England.

(Midnight, October 31st, 1981)

"Sweetie… I don't know how to tell you this… I have always known you were a bright boy Hadrian, but you need to understand now." Lilith Kristine Potter, the wife of Britain's newest Dark Lord, James Potter, muttered in a soft voice.

She was standing inside of the nursery they had built together inside the old home of James' uncle, the Potter Cottage. She was whispering to her only child, her son, Hadrian James Potter, in the dead of night.

She was trying her hardest to explain to her son, while ignoring the sounds of her husband slowly dying on the ground floor below. She knew Dumbledore had come for them, and was slowly coming for her.

"Hadrian… There is a man coming to us now… A very bad man. He just killed your father, and is most likely going to kill me now…. The bad man may seem nice, or even caring… but you must not listen to him. He will try and make you do things you don't want to, and maybe try to get you hurt. Don't trust him…
The one mistake I have honey, is that I have to leave you alone in this cruel world." Lilith began to tear up at this point, as she looked at her young son, whose attention was focused solely on her.

"I just hope Sirius or Tom are there for you… If not… I just want you to know Hadrian, your father and I… we will always love you."

Hadrian then began to silently cry as well, as he knew what was coming next.

"Now, now, honey… We all die in the end. Don't fight it, don't fear it. Just try to avoid it, but if you can't… Don't cry, don't give up. Just accept it. We will be waiting for yo-" She tried to assure her son, only to have her soul leave her body, as a green light hit her in the back. She let one last tear fall, and mouthed one last word of affection to her son, before she let go.

"That was a sweet speech Lilith… but I must interrupt." Albus Dumbledore, living monster darkly said, as he stepped into the nursery. Dumbledore then locked eyes with the young Potter, and saw anger and contempt.

"Oh, don't give me that look you runt! I'm just doing what's right…" Dumbledore stepped towards Hadrian's crib, and aimed his wand at the infant's head.

"No offense child, but you were just unlucky… I'm just cleaning up the world, starting with the Potters." With that, Dumbledore sent out the simple green spell, which surprisingly didn't kill the boy, but sent a wave of pain back at Dumbledore.

Hadrian Potter wouldn't die that easily.

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

( November 1st, 1981)

On the edge of the street, known as Privet, there was a small community garden. Surrounding the garden, was a white stone wall, which kept the plants from growing outward.

Sitting atop the wall, was a cat. The grey and black Tabby Cat, merely sat there, doing most of nothing.
Some people of the people noticed the cat, and the nicer of the bunch called to it, but upon being ignored, moved on.
Being ignored bothered the cat, not even a tad bit.

The small cat walked through the neighborhood, on it's journey of exploration. It had observed the place it roamed, and it's people. The mere cat checked where it was once or twice, just to know whether it had been correct in traveling here. While the cat wandered the area, it encountered an unpleasant man several times, who thought the cat was interested in the man's shoddy house.

As if... It thought.

Even after the humans had retired for the night, and went to join the realm of Morpheus, the cat remained conscious.
After several hours of the cat's journey, it had found the wall with the view, and had settled there for the time spent.

The cat had remained on the wall for a long period of time, just waiting for something to happen on the street. It took till midnight for the cat's wish to be granted.
As if he had formed out of the air, a man suddenly stood on the street, brushing off his arms. The cat shot it's tail about, and looked sharply at the man, contempt in it's eyes at the sight of the man.

The man was unique, as he looked terribly strange, as he dressed nothing like the residents of the street. As a tall person, he normally towered over most people, which infused a typical nerve of the man.

His hair, was long like that of a madman, as the length and coloring of the hair was recognized as old. Both his hair and beard were long enough, that it gave the illusion that he never shaved them, which could have been very true.

His clothing was mostly comprised of a pair of violet robes, which reached down to his ankles. His robes were accompanied by various pieces of golden jewelry, black boots, which also had buckles of the golden color. His eyes were of a unsettling blue color, that some would find beautiful, but had a twinkle in them that was slightly scary.
In the moonlight, they shined brightly, giving them a frightening look.

The name of this insane man, was Albus Dumbledore.

It was relatively unknown why the man had come to the street, but only two people knew why he was there, and he was one of them.

For you see, most people on the street would dislike him so much, they'd try their hardest to ignore him. They'd fail.
He was focused on himself, which was the reason it took him several minutes to realized he was being watched.

The only indicator that he gave at the realization that was being watched, was his sudden look at the cat, which was still staring at him all the way from top of the wall.

His look was stopped quickly, as he looked down once more, and gave a simple mutter. "I should have known." After almost a minute, he found his object quarry. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter, but looks aren't what they seem.

He flicked the top of it upwards, held it up high in the air, and flicked it with the tip of his thumb, and the nearest source of light went shadow black.
He flicked the trigger once again, and the next light, that of a street lamp; joined it's brother in darkness.

He used this 'lighter' twelve times until the street was bathed in darkness, making him nearly invisible. If anyone in their house looked out of their window now, all they would see was the dark of the night, and the shining moon.

Once he had finished his task, Dumbledore slipped the tool back inside his cloak and set off down the street at a slow pace, until he arrived at house number four, where he then sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't bother to look down at the cat, but after a few seconds, he spoke a single sentence to the cat.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." The old man turned to smile at the cat, but it had disappeared, and in it's place now sat a rather angry looking woman, who was dressed very similar to him, but with rather square glasses instead of Dumbledore's half ones.

Her robes and cloak, instead of being horrifyingly purple like Albus', her's was a slight emerald colour. Her long black hair was drawn into a tight bun, which sat softly on top of her head. Her face was held tight, as her features matched her mood, wound-up and pissed.

"How did you know it was me?" She asked him, though she slightly knew. Dumbledore could see almost everything, and didn't miss any details of thing around him. His deduction skills were unmatched, though he was becoming slightly senile, his skills were still there.

"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat look so angry." He said, looking down at her, before looking once more at the house in front of them.

"You'd be angry too, if you had to sit on a wall the entire night, waiting for you to arrive. " Professor McGonagall muttered, as she revealed that smidgen of information. Dumbledore stiffened at this revelation, and just looked at her once more.

"I would ask how you knew this, but I won't. I know it's common knowledge of their deaths now, but I wish you didn't concern yourself so much." Professor McGonagall sniffed at the words, and struggled to keep in her tears. She instead sent a cold and icy glare at the murderer.

"I couldn't ignore it, and I won't celebrate a loss of life…. Unlike the filth you call people." She said angrily at him, before continuing. "They are all monsters, rampaging and practically screaming out their happiness. They're all so loud, the Muggles are even catching on. " She jerked her head, motioning towards the Dursleys' dark living-room window, where a television was left on, broadcasting the news of strange occurrences.

"The Muggles might be left out, but they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something with everything they've been seeing. There is all these wizards running around celebrating, there is swarms of owling carrying letters, and there was a firework storm down in Kent!" She exclaimed in a flurry of anger and emotion. "I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle, the damn fool never had much sense in matters like these. Why'd he even think shooting stars were a good idea? He torched a bloody farm!"

"You can't blame them," Dumbledore said gently. "The Wizarding world just dodged a bullet last night, you can't expect them to not celebrate their survival."

"I know that," Professor McGonagall muttered irritably. "But we can't just be stupid because we're 'safe', I mean… people are just running around in the muggle world, yelling to the world how happy they are."

"I agree, they could be more careful, but they're excited Minerva. Let them be" He said softly, but firmly. She then quickly threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but when he didn't, she went on.

"You know, it's strange, isn't it? That the Potter family would drop...dead, right when it would be convenient for us all… Albus, you wouldn't know anything about what happened would you?" She asked while reading his face for any reaction.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, growing annoyed at her questioning. "I promise you, I have no idea what happened to them, and if I did, I would tell all of you" He said carefully.

I need to end this conversation, and quickly... Dumbledore thought to himself, while slightly on nerve.

"Would you care for a Jelly Baby?" He said casually while holding out a tan bag containing the gummy treats.

"A what?" She said while staring at him as if he had just grown a second head.

"A Jelly Baby. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm grown rather fond of recently. Apparently they're famous because of some show on their television, and because of it Jelly Babies are so expensive." He said, while growing even greater anger.

"No, thank you," Professor McGonagall bit back coldly, as she didn't think this was the moment for muggle trash, she then spoke in an accusing tone. "If you know nothing, then we must find out who-"

"My dear Professor, surely a reasonable person like yourself must know that, even if we try to find their killer, we may never know the truth.. If anything, we should be grateful that they're gone. Who knows what could have happened if they lived?"

Professor McGonagall then sent a icy glare at him, which he tried his hardest to ignore. He was only succeeding by a little bit.

"You most of all Minerva, you saw how James was at the last court meeting. If the man was given a few more years, he might have been worse than Grindelwald, and his wife… " Dumbledore was slightly saddened at having to mention his old friend but his sadness was buried by sugar and sweets.

"I know he was...dark, but I always liked to think, if we had just tried a little more back when he was in school, we might have brought him back," Professor McGonagall said, now depressed at the thought of her dark would-have-been Lion.

"And we might not had to, if only it wasn't for that bloody hat." She continued, the depression in her heart, now transformed into bloody anger at the old cloth hat.

"Professor, we've been over this, the hat was corrupted, there was nothing we could have done. Since then, I've cleansed it, and wiped it's relative memory. This won't happen again,"He said, attempting to calm her anger, and wash away her sadness. "And you shouldn't blame yourself for James' descent, he chose that road, and no matter how much we tried, he would have stuck to it." She turned towards him suddenly at the words, and shifted her anger at him and his ignorance.

"How would you know? He could have changed! We could have helped him, but you told us all to leave him alone! You drove him to the dark!" She quietly screamed at him, her eyes turning into a shade similar to hot molten magma.

"I knew James better than anyone, or I thought I did, but once he was re-picked, I couldn't help him anymore. I am sorry Minerva, but I tried my hardest." He said in a soft tone, though his entire mood was utterly false.

Instead of falling for his sad act, Professor McGonagall shot a piercing, sharp look at Dumbledore and said.

"You know, they're spreading rumours, about what happened to them. We all know their cottage in Godric's hollow was broken into, and the Potter family was slaughtered, but there's a rumor about who killed them..." It seemed that Professor McGonagall had finally let out what she wanted to know, which she was determined to know the truth of, no matter how much it hurt her…

She wanted the answer, and she would use any method she knew to get it, even if she had to tear Dumbledore into pieces to find out.

It was plain that whatever these 'rumors' were, she was not going to rest until Dumbledore told her the truth. Dumbledore, however, was snacking on more jelly babies to avoid answering, as he did not want to.

"What they're saying," She pressed on while slightly tearing up, but not at him, but the fate of her favorite student. "Is that last night, you marched up to their home. You went after James and Lilith, and struck them dead. The rumor is you killed Lilith and... James Potter, is it true?"

At that, Dumbledore knew he'd been beat, and he knew he couldn't keep the the truth from her for long. She would find out anyway, as it had always been a struggle to hide things from her. He bowed his head to confirm his crime.

Professor McGonagall just gasped, sadness took over, and anger fled.

"Lily and James... I can't believe it... I don't want to believe it... Oh, Albus... how could you?" Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"They were too far gone, I tried to help them, but they didn't-" He said heavily, trying to explain his actions in the best light possible.

"Don't touch me." She said in a dangerous voice, but it trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They are saying you killed their son, little Hadrian. Not even a year old, and you killed him, a child… What the hell is wrong with you!" She screamed, her eyes locked on him, her face twisted up as she looked at him like he was a monster.

"Minerva... the boy is fine, after I...was done with Lilith and James, I found Hadrian in the nursery. I attempted to pick him up, but something went wrong. I was hit by, some kind of curse. I was hurt by it, I almost fell unconscious from the pain. It left a mark as well." He said softly, as he lifted his long hat up to reveal a deep, red raw scar covering his right cheek, trailing all the way up to his hairline.

The scar resembled a large, jagged, twisted, lightning bolt. He still felt a throbbing pain in it, as blood and pus began to run from it every once in awhile.

"But, what kind of curse leaves a scar? I've never heard of a curse like that before." Asked Professor McGonagall, while looking at it curiously.

"I've no idea what the curse was, I don't even know if it was a curse. It could have been an enchantment placed on the crib, or a spell placed upon the room. I truly don't know… " Dumbledore gave a sigh, as he reached into his cloak, and took a gleaming, gold plated watch out from it.

He held it lightly in his long, pale hand and looked at it. If someone observed the odd head of the watch, they would see that it wasn't a normal pocket watch.

On it's clock-face, there were twelve hands, but no numbers.
In their place, twelve little planets twirled around the edges of the watch, telling something to you, but it was hard to understand what.

Dumbledore must have understood the movements of the watch hands and the twirling of the planets though, as he slid it back in his pocket and said with an annoyed and unpleasant face.

"Hagrid's late. He should have been here almost fifteen minutes ago. He better not be drinking…"

"Why is Rubeus suppose to meet you here? What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall wondered, looking sharply at the man, as she still was angry at his actions.

"He's helping me at the moment, as I can not lift Hadrian, Hagrid is helping me transport him here."

"What gives you the rights to do that? The Potters already have a will, and I bet you it didn't say to bring him here." Professor McGonagall muttered, standing up urgently, and watching him with a cold stare for his insolence.

"This is where his only relatives reside. If he lives with them, the curse should stay active, which might protect him from other beings as well." He said, hoping it was true.

"Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching these muggles the entire day. The man hates the abnormal with a passion, even just seeing a cat staring at him pissed him off, and the woman, she's a few steps from insanity considering how wound up she is. And they've got this son - horrible little runt, selfish, greedy, idiotic. If Hadrian lives here, I might just kill them myself."

"Minerva, you better think about what the consequences of that would be… Besides, I have left a letter for them to explain everything. I will also check in on him…"

"A letter?!" Professor McGonagall repeated in a mad tone, as she contemplated killing him out of mercy, as she figured someone would kill him for his actions. She just stood still to him, and gave him a simple look that held anger, hatred, and the potential of death. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? You expect a letter to be enough, to explain to the boy how you ruined his life, and his future? Just because you didn't like his parents! What would you even put in it? Sorry Hadrian, but I killed your parents and doomed you to live with these horrible monsters that will treat you like shite!
These people will never understand him! They will hate him with the fiber of their being!"

"They might," Dumbledore stated calmly, as he began to grow sick of her questions. Anymore, and he would have to wipe her memory. The idea began to sound better and better."Even though they'd hate him, it would be better than being in a world, where people will hate him even more than the Dursleys ever could. People will want his head just for being a Potter, they will try to kill him, just because of his parent's horrid mistakes. Don't you see the importance of him being here? Just for the chance of living?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, then stopped, took a deep breath of cold air, and said a short sentence.

"Yes...yes, you're right, I see your point now… But I still don't agree." She looked downwards, as she hadn't thought about what the wizarding world's opinion of young Hadrian would be, and what could happen to him inside it. Perhaps, She thought. Perhaps it would be better for him here…

"My question is, why is Hagrid so late…?" Dumbledore said, before trailing off into silence. His question hung there, before McGonagall interrupted him.

"Perhaps something went wrong, are you sure you should have trusted Hagrid with something as important as this? He does forget things, and drink his mind away..."

"I would trust Rebeus Hagrid with my life." Dumbledore said in a truthful tone, though that sentence was entirely false.
The oaf was barely worth keeping him around, and Dumbledore felt extreme hate at him on certain days.

"I'm not saying he wouldn't be able to handle this," Professor McGonagall said begrudgingly, as she thought about every time Hagrid had shown up at the castle drunk off his ass. "But you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to get distra- what was that?" A growl-like sound had suddenly spread through the street, as it vibrated through the air.

It slowly grew louder as they looked everywhere on the street for some sign of the cause, as it swelled to a loud roar, as a object soared forward in the sky. As they looked up, a motorcycle suddenly dropped from the sky, smashing into the ground in front of them.

While the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man riding upon it. He was the size of a storybook ogre, and twice as hairy.
He had arms the size of a gorillas, and a body as wide as a tire. The man was massive compared to normal people, and had insane, stretches of matted black hair and a lengthy beard that covered a portion of his face.

His shoulders were as broad as a wooden board, and had long, thick arms the size of Tubas.

In his massive hands, he held a bundle of blankets, which contained a small pale form in them.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore said to the half-giant, acting like he was relieved."At last you join us, and where did you get that motorcycle?" He said, eyeing it curiously, as he wondered what could go wrong about the theft.

" I ... Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore." said the half-giant, dismounting the motorcycle as he spoke, while being cautious of the delicate mound of blankets in his arms."Umm... the youngin', Sirius Black left it at the cottage, so I borrowed it... but I've got young Hadrian here." He said, as if the news would make them forget the crime he had committed, and just passed off the child as a reason to explain himself.

"Aside from "borrowing" the motorcycle, were there any other problems?" Dumbledore asked once more, as he wondered if he'd have to Obliviate or kill anyone.

"No, sir, house was burning down when I got there, but I went in, grabbed him, and got right out all before the Muggles could show up. Little Hadrian fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol, but he fussed for most of the night." They then noticed Hagrid's body was singed grey from ash in certain spots, but was otherwise fine. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall both shot a look inside the blankets and looked at the small form within.

Inside the cover-cave, lie a small baby boy, fast asleep, but with an uncomfortable frown upon his face.

"He looks so sad," Professor McGonagall said while looking down at him. "But he looks like..." She then stopped suddenly and just looked at the child, tears lightly forming in her eyes.

"James?" Dumbledore provided when she stopped, he could tell that just seeing him, reminded her of her former student. He also wanted her to feel some hurt, as he was still angered at her gall to question him. She nodded at the name, but said nothing.

"Rubeus...we'd better get this over with, we only have a small window of time before we have to leave." Dumbledore said hurriedly, as he took Hadrian in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house in a rush.

"Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir?" Hagrid asked the old man, as he reached towards the infant once more. When Dumbledore nodded hesitantly, Hagrid bent his large, hairy head over Hadrian and gave him a short, scratchy kiss on the forehead. At the touch, Hagrid let out a loud howl like a wounded animal.

"Shhh!" Professor McGonagall hissed out, not believing the half-giant for making such a sound."You'll wake those monsters!"

"So-r-ry, s-ometh-ing just h-hurt me. I'm gonna' need ta' sit down for a lil' bit." Hagrid said, as he suddenly fell to his knees.

Dumbledore instantly knew what had happened, but wondered why the curse affected the hybrid now, but not inside the home. It dismissed his theory of something placed inside the Nursery, and confirmed that it indeed was someone on Hadrian's person.

Dumbledore took a deep breath then, and walked across the short lawn, to the door of the home.

He then laid Hadrian down on the stone doorstep, pulled a brown letter out of his cloak, and then tucked it inside Hadrian's green blankets, and headed back to the other two.
He walked at a slow, calm pace, and put a sad look on his face, to fool the two that waited on him.

Unknown to them, he was filled with joy on the inside. He just hoped the child died under their harsh care, as he knew they'd be rough with the boy.
He did not need another Potter to deal with, after he had gone through such work killing the parents.

For a full minute the three adults stood looking at each other, but only Hagrid and Mcgonagall turned to look at young Hadrian's form at the door.
Dumbledore meanwhile was waiting to leave, but he knew that they would finger him a bad person if he left them before it was appropriate. He did not need them both thinking ill of him, not now.

Hagrid's shoulders fell downward then, and Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore angrily, but he simply ignored her.

"Well," Dumbledore said, speaking out, as he mainly wanted to leave the street and the events that occurred there. "That's that. We don't belong here, so let us go. If I'm needed by either of you, I can be found at my home." He spoke with a plain tone, as he didn't want to reveal his true emotions.

"Yeah," Hagrid said in a very muffled, saddened voice." I better be bringing the bike back, before Black goes and says it was stolen. G'night, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir." He said respectfully, but didn't look at either of them.

After he wiped his teary eyes, Hagrid climbed back on the motorcycle and kicked the engine several times, until it burst into life; and with a loud roar it shot off into the air and disappeared into the cloudy night sky.

"I shall see you soon, I hope, Professor McGonagall," He said, sending a meaningful look her way. Professor McGonagall just stared at him.

"Don't count on it." She said as she appearated to a place he wouldn't find her, her family home in Scotland.

Dumbledore, now alone turned and walked down the street while humming a favorite tune of his. On the corner he had stopped at, he took out the same silver lighter" from long before.

He then flicked the top once, and all twelve balls of light sped back to their respective lamps, and Privet Drive was bathed in light, giving it the illusion that nothing had happened on the quiet street.
He apparated from the street then, and went to celebrate with his people.
He couldn't wait to bask in their adoration.

Immediately after he left, a warm orange breeze flowed through the hot air, and beat away at the foundations of Privet Drive.

Despite the aero assault that occurred there, the street remained completely unaffected by the steaming breeze.

Faintly a lion's proud roar was heard in the distance, which many would have questioned, as the Zoo was on the other side of Surrey.

In the back of the windy air, was a shining gold trail of light, which circled around young Hadrian's basket.
After it circled thrice around in the air, the trail vanished in a burst of dark green fire, that heat up the air even more. No living soul had seen the brilliant display of natural magic, or the force that ended it.
The entirety of Privet was exactly the same, unchanged by it's visitors.

At the edge of morning, there was only one thing that had changed, young Hadrian James Potter.
A small smile had crawled onto his face, as he settled into a peaceful sleep, not even knowing what lie before him.
He didn't know his true origin, or that fact he didn't belong to the world he would find himself in.

He didn't know that his real world despised him and his name, or that The Woman would soon wake him in a few hours, nor that the next few years of his life would become absolute hell for himself and others.

He also didn't know that all across the country, different people celebrated the murder of his own parents.
The Wizards and Witches of the United Kingdom raised their glasses for a toast, and cheered on a monster. All together, they would scream,
"To Albus Dumbledore- The Lord of Light!"

Did you enjoy this revisited memory? I hope you did.

Darin and myself will be fixing up old chapters, and adding new things to them.
We are essentially remastering the first book, and perhaps the second later on.
This is mainly a small side-project, that will be worked on the side.

Anyway, have a good morning.
-DTS