My attempt of a Harry Potter fanfic. This idea has been swimming in my
mind for quite a while. We all know Hagrid pulls Harry out of the flames
after Voldemort attacks. But what if he had gotten there too late? What
if someone else pulls him from the wreckage? Someone who sets on using him
for their own schemes...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 1- From the Ashes
Peter Pettigrew stared into the window of the Potter house with a mixture of awe and fear running through him. What had just happened? A moment before, his master had just disposed of James Potter. Serves him right, that self-righteous bastard. Always full of himself and his ideals. The almighty and seemingly invincible Prongs. Ha! He got just what he deserved. As Voldermort moved to his next victim, Peter felt a pang of guilt wash over him. Lily Evans had never treated him badly. She had been one of the few who cared about his opinion and what he had to say. Unfortunately, neither she nor the other Marauders had any concept of what true power was. They would never amount to anything above average. He would rise above them all with the help of his master. For that reward, the price almost seemed too good to be true. Nothing could go wrong now...
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now..."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead - "
"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy..."
In another second, Peter could see the body of Lily Evans-Potter slump lifelessly to the floor. Her clutch on her baby didn't seem to loosen one bit. Turning his head slightly, he saw his master with a homicidal glint in his eye as he starred at the Potter Baby. This was it. After Harry has been killed, nobody would stand between Voldemort and ultimate victory. He would stand under his master as a loyal servant and would be granted power beyond his wildest dreams.
Suddenly, Harry's ferocious bawling had ceased. Thinking that his master had already completed the task, he looked to where the infant was only to be frozen in his tracks. Harry was looking directly at him. His intense emerald green gaze held his own, and Peter found himself unable to look away. He truly had the eyes of Lily, yet there was something unmistakably different about them. They glowed with an eerie fire of hidden strength and willpower. It was almost as the child could look into his very soul and find his deepest secrets. Peter had a strange desire to approach Harry and examine him closer before Voldemort's voice broke him out of his stupor.
"At last! The final Potter shall fall!" Voldemort's form towered high above his infant adversary. With a malicious smile, he pointed his wand at the child and shouted the killing curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
What happened next was forever etched into Peter's mind in slow motion. He would always remember the scene and every small detail. As soon as the words were spoken, the unmistakable green light of the killing curse left Voldemort's wand. Peter didn't dare blink or he thought he would miss the initial impact. The green light enveloped Harry and totally obscured him from view. With baited breath, Peter watched as he expected the light to fade away and leave a lifeless shell. He had seen his master use the curse countless times already, and each time it produced the same results. This time, however, was not the same. Harry Potter started glowing white, almost as if angel wings were wrapped around him. The light of the killing curse clashed with this new glow. In another second, the green was hurled back towards the caster at a blinding speed. Peter barely had time to recognize the horrified face of Voldemort as the rebounded curse hit him directly in the chest. It totally engulfed him before he fell to the ground convulsing uncontrollably.
"H-how can this be..." Voldemort's faint voice started to trail off as his body reduced itself slowly to nothing. Peter stared at where his master had been standing. There was no evidence that the greatest sorcerer ever to walk the face of the planet had ever set foot into the house. Peter then turned his stunned and slack-jawed expression towards the child who had single handedly defeated the Dark Lord. What the hell had just happened?
Harry instantly resumed crying. Peter looked around frantically. People would be arriving on the scene, and he had to get out of here. Why did he have to foolishly conjure the Dark Mark so soon? He had planned to apparate away with his master as soon as business here was completed. Now what could he do? He spent the precious few seconds he had left to find some solutions.
Peter had always been the practical Marauder. Prongs was too caught up in himself to realize the risks he was taking. Padfoot was too careless about everything. As long as he got a laugh, he didn't bother with the consequences. Moony just went along with whatever Prongs and Padfoot thought up. Peter's eyes suddenly narrowed as the thought crossed his mind. Padfoot. Sirius Black. Peter's eternal tormentor. Every time Peter advised his fellow Marauders about the dangers of a prank, they would laugh at him. If he refused to participate, they would prank him instead. Black was the worst of them all when it came to pranking Peter. He would be merciless and wouldn't stop until Peter was thoroughly humiliated in front of the entire Great Hall.
He would get them back. He would get every individual involved in making his life at Hogwarts a living hell. He had started with James, and wouldn't rest until each and every one of them paid dearly. Unfortunately, his one source of vengeance and power had just been vanquished. He couldn't fathom how a one-year-old child had defeated Lord Voldemort. Shaking his head, he again turned to look at a now exhausted Harry who was sleeping in his deceased mother's arms. As Peter continued to watch a now peaceful Harry, a thought occurred to him. The solution to his problems was sleeping right in front of him. If Lord Voldemort had enough power to bestow upon him, then surely this boy would grow up infinitely times more powerful than his old master? Peter grinned and stooped forward and picked up the sleeping child. A thin cut the shape of a lightning bolt on Harry's forehead was all the evidence he had to support tonight's events. It was the mark of the killing curse.
Peter jumped in surprise when someone pounded on the front door. He peaked out a window and saw Hagrid's giant silhouette frantically trying to gain access. Peter made a break for it. People would definitely get suspicious if they found him here tonight. Desperately trying to not awaken the sleeping Harry in his arms, he jumped out a back window and ran into the woods. From the distance, he could hear Sirus's motorbike approaching. As soon as he got to the house, Sirius jumped off and ran inside. Peter took this opportunity and quickly hopped on the still running motorbike. Anguished screams were heard inside and he didn't bother looking back. With Harry tucked safely in one arm, he rode off into the night. ~*~
It was dawn before Peter hastily rode to the outskirts of Diagon Ally. The lack of sleep was getting to him, but he couldn't really rest until he was safely hidden to ponder his next move. No doubt news had spread about the Potters' demise. Most would think it was Sirius Black, but he knew that some would figure it out. It would still be too dangerous to walk around as Peter Pettigrew and holding Harry Potter. Muggle London would be his best bet.
Pulling out his wand, he transfigured himself into a taller man with red hair and brown eyes. It was a dramatic change from his short and pudgy stature into what he willed himself to become. He then turned his attention towards the child and surprised to find those unnaturally bright green eyes gazing back at him silently. He hadn't realized that he had been awake. It was one of the many mysterious qualities of the Potter boy.
After giving Harry red hair to match his own, he proceeded to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron. There were relatively few people as it was in the middle of the night. Without attracting any unwanted attention, he carried Harry through the door and into muggle London. It wasn't too long before they settled into a nearby hotel room. Harry went to sleep instantly when placed on one of the beds in the room. Against his better judgment, Peter tucked him in. He had to act as a father figure now. The boy would never trust and obey him if he was mistreated in any way. This would take some practice, but if he acted right, the rewards would be astonishing.
After Harry drifted off, Peter let his mind wander. The other Death Eaters would no doubt be after his blood. They would blame him for the downfall of their master and would torture him. The other side would eventually be after him also. Sirius Black would certainly tell his side of the story and the blame for the Potters' death would be shifted to him. It was both torture and death by Voldemort's followers, or Azkaban for being captured by the ministry.
Peter rolled over and all his worries vanished. He now possessed a secret weapon that neither side had ever seen before. The boy that lay before him can survive killing curses and defeated the most powerful wizard of all time. If he can be brought up right, Peter would be safe from anything thrown against him. Life would be just as he intended it to be when he joined the ranks of a Death Eater. He closed his eyes and smiled before falling into a dream where people would rue the day they crossed Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter.
A/N: Well that's chapter 1. What did you think of it? Just for clarification, nobody knows for a fact what happened to Harry and Voldemort. The light side thinks that Voldemort has taken Harry, and the Death Eaters don't know what happened to their master. Just that he went on a mission with Peter and disappeared. Harry is NOT famous and the scar means nothing to people.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 1- From the Ashes
Peter Pettigrew stared into the window of the Potter house with a mixture of awe and fear running through him. What had just happened? A moment before, his master had just disposed of James Potter. Serves him right, that self-righteous bastard. Always full of himself and his ideals. The almighty and seemingly invincible Prongs. Ha! He got just what he deserved. As Voldermort moved to his next victim, Peter felt a pang of guilt wash over him. Lily Evans had never treated him badly. She had been one of the few who cared about his opinion and what he had to say. Unfortunately, neither she nor the other Marauders had any concept of what true power was. They would never amount to anything above average. He would rise above them all with the help of his master. For that reward, the price almost seemed too good to be true. Nothing could go wrong now...
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now..."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead - "
"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy..."
In another second, Peter could see the body of Lily Evans-Potter slump lifelessly to the floor. Her clutch on her baby didn't seem to loosen one bit. Turning his head slightly, he saw his master with a homicidal glint in his eye as he starred at the Potter Baby. This was it. After Harry has been killed, nobody would stand between Voldemort and ultimate victory. He would stand under his master as a loyal servant and would be granted power beyond his wildest dreams.
Suddenly, Harry's ferocious bawling had ceased. Thinking that his master had already completed the task, he looked to where the infant was only to be frozen in his tracks. Harry was looking directly at him. His intense emerald green gaze held his own, and Peter found himself unable to look away. He truly had the eyes of Lily, yet there was something unmistakably different about them. They glowed with an eerie fire of hidden strength and willpower. It was almost as the child could look into his very soul and find his deepest secrets. Peter had a strange desire to approach Harry and examine him closer before Voldemort's voice broke him out of his stupor.
"At last! The final Potter shall fall!" Voldemort's form towered high above his infant adversary. With a malicious smile, he pointed his wand at the child and shouted the killing curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
What happened next was forever etched into Peter's mind in slow motion. He would always remember the scene and every small detail. As soon as the words were spoken, the unmistakable green light of the killing curse left Voldemort's wand. Peter didn't dare blink or he thought he would miss the initial impact. The green light enveloped Harry and totally obscured him from view. With baited breath, Peter watched as he expected the light to fade away and leave a lifeless shell. He had seen his master use the curse countless times already, and each time it produced the same results. This time, however, was not the same. Harry Potter started glowing white, almost as if angel wings were wrapped around him. The light of the killing curse clashed with this new glow. In another second, the green was hurled back towards the caster at a blinding speed. Peter barely had time to recognize the horrified face of Voldemort as the rebounded curse hit him directly in the chest. It totally engulfed him before he fell to the ground convulsing uncontrollably.
"H-how can this be..." Voldemort's faint voice started to trail off as his body reduced itself slowly to nothing. Peter stared at where his master had been standing. There was no evidence that the greatest sorcerer ever to walk the face of the planet had ever set foot into the house. Peter then turned his stunned and slack-jawed expression towards the child who had single handedly defeated the Dark Lord. What the hell had just happened?
Harry instantly resumed crying. Peter looked around frantically. People would be arriving on the scene, and he had to get out of here. Why did he have to foolishly conjure the Dark Mark so soon? He had planned to apparate away with his master as soon as business here was completed. Now what could he do? He spent the precious few seconds he had left to find some solutions.
Peter had always been the practical Marauder. Prongs was too caught up in himself to realize the risks he was taking. Padfoot was too careless about everything. As long as he got a laugh, he didn't bother with the consequences. Moony just went along with whatever Prongs and Padfoot thought up. Peter's eyes suddenly narrowed as the thought crossed his mind. Padfoot. Sirius Black. Peter's eternal tormentor. Every time Peter advised his fellow Marauders about the dangers of a prank, they would laugh at him. If he refused to participate, they would prank him instead. Black was the worst of them all when it came to pranking Peter. He would be merciless and wouldn't stop until Peter was thoroughly humiliated in front of the entire Great Hall.
He would get them back. He would get every individual involved in making his life at Hogwarts a living hell. He had started with James, and wouldn't rest until each and every one of them paid dearly. Unfortunately, his one source of vengeance and power had just been vanquished. He couldn't fathom how a one-year-old child had defeated Lord Voldemort. Shaking his head, he again turned to look at a now exhausted Harry who was sleeping in his deceased mother's arms. As Peter continued to watch a now peaceful Harry, a thought occurred to him. The solution to his problems was sleeping right in front of him. If Lord Voldemort had enough power to bestow upon him, then surely this boy would grow up infinitely times more powerful than his old master? Peter grinned and stooped forward and picked up the sleeping child. A thin cut the shape of a lightning bolt on Harry's forehead was all the evidence he had to support tonight's events. It was the mark of the killing curse.
Peter jumped in surprise when someone pounded on the front door. He peaked out a window and saw Hagrid's giant silhouette frantically trying to gain access. Peter made a break for it. People would definitely get suspicious if they found him here tonight. Desperately trying to not awaken the sleeping Harry in his arms, he jumped out a back window and ran into the woods. From the distance, he could hear Sirus's motorbike approaching. As soon as he got to the house, Sirius jumped off and ran inside. Peter took this opportunity and quickly hopped on the still running motorbike. Anguished screams were heard inside and he didn't bother looking back. With Harry tucked safely in one arm, he rode off into the night. ~*~
It was dawn before Peter hastily rode to the outskirts of Diagon Ally. The lack of sleep was getting to him, but he couldn't really rest until he was safely hidden to ponder his next move. No doubt news had spread about the Potters' demise. Most would think it was Sirius Black, but he knew that some would figure it out. It would still be too dangerous to walk around as Peter Pettigrew and holding Harry Potter. Muggle London would be his best bet.
Pulling out his wand, he transfigured himself into a taller man with red hair and brown eyes. It was a dramatic change from his short and pudgy stature into what he willed himself to become. He then turned his attention towards the child and surprised to find those unnaturally bright green eyes gazing back at him silently. He hadn't realized that he had been awake. It was one of the many mysterious qualities of the Potter boy.
After giving Harry red hair to match his own, he proceeded to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron. There were relatively few people as it was in the middle of the night. Without attracting any unwanted attention, he carried Harry through the door and into muggle London. It wasn't too long before they settled into a nearby hotel room. Harry went to sleep instantly when placed on one of the beds in the room. Against his better judgment, Peter tucked him in. He had to act as a father figure now. The boy would never trust and obey him if he was mistreated in any way. This would take some practice, but if he acted right, the rewards would be astonishing.
After Harry drifted off, Peter let his mind wander. The other Death Eaters would no doubt be after his blood. They would blame him for the downfall of their master and would torture him. The other side would eventually be after him also. Sirius Black would certainly tell his side of the story and the blame for the Potters' death would be shifted to him. It was both torture and death by Voldemort's followers, or Azkaban for being captured by the ministry.
Peter rolled over and all his worries vanished. He now possessed a secret weapon that neither side had ever seen before. The boy that lay before him can survive killing curses and defeated the most powerful wizard of all time. If he can be brought up right, Peter would be safe from anything thrown against him. Life would be just as he intended it to be when he joined the ranks of a Death Eater. He closed his eyes and smiled before falling into a dream where people would rue the day they crossed Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter.
A/N: Well that's chapter 1. What did you think of it? Just for clarification, nobody knows for a fact what happened to Harry and Voldemort. The light side thinks that Voldemort has taken Harry, and the Death Eaters don't know what happened to their master. Just that he went on a mission with Peter and disappeared. Harry is NOT famous and the scar means nothing to people.