Summary: AU. During the Summer after Harry Potter's fourth year, the Dark Lord gets his revenge. Harry Potter is dead. Now there are four men whom will stop at nothing to cure the fall of the Boy-Who-Once-Lived. Is it too late? Can Harry Potter survive the Dark Lord's wrath once more?
Owls flew every which way, racing the sunrise. Each sped through the wizarding community, bringing the latest issue of the Daily Prophet to not only subscribers, but every living witch and wizard in the British Ministry records (with similar messages being spread through out each of the worlds Ministries). The Emergency Prophet was received with unwelcome, shaking hands in all cases. Gasps and screams of horror, as well as the random faint, had come forth from each of the readers as they were informed of the horrible truth...
The entire wizarding community will surely miss their once savior: Harry Potter, whom was to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his fifth year following his winning of the Triwizard Tournament only two months ago.
There will be more information regarding Harry Potter's death and funeral arrangements in the regular Daily Prophet later this morning.
A pair, man and boy, sat in opposite rooms of an old, quite forgotten castle where each received their issues of the Prophet simultaneously. Both read with grim expressions, tossing their copies to the floor of their respective rooms. The younger spread out on his bed, arms crossed comfortably under his head, smiling wryly at the stone ceiling...
Oh, if only they knew.
Nearly Six Months Later...
Four men stood around a large, rather eccentric looking office, all of whom quite on edge. After all, who in their right, somewhat sane, mind wouldn't be with their world literally going to Hell around them? Strangely enough though, not one of he four men were in a right state because of the afore mentioned reason, but because of the meddling one of them was about to do...
"Remember, you cannot be seen," spoke one, a slowly graying man with more worry lines than his age should be allowed.
"Yes, I know, Moony." replied another with shaggy blackened hair. His cool gray eyes were fixed on the item in his hand.
"The talisman will take you straight to the house," the eldest of them all spoke. This man looked as if he should be an antique at his age, with his extreme gray hair and matching beard. Worry, hope, and anxiety were etched on his aged face.
"Albus, I know." the previous man looked up, giving the ancient man a forced sort of grin.
"Black, don't mess this up." the final man said in a deep, silky, yet worrisome voice. It was a tone that didn't fit his usually sneering form.
Black's eyes snapped to his with determination and force. "I won't, Snape. I won't let him get hurt."
"Sirius, remember, the doppelganger --- " the man previously named Moony started.
"Remus," Black said quietly, yet with the same force. "I know. We've been working on this and preparing for months. I know."
Remus gave him a weary smile: "Good luck."
Sirius returned the smile, gripping the talisman as he felt the magic trigger within it. "I'll see you all in seven months. You'll see me in a few days."
With a final grin, the man blinked out of the office without a sound, leaving the three men to wait, nearly drowning in their hopes and worries.
AN. Yes, so that's the start. Good, bad, or ugly? I'll have the first chapter up mighty soon, seeing as it's near halfway done at the moment.