Discalimer: I receive no compensation for this in monetary or any other way. All characters and settings are property of JK Rowling and her publishers. I only own the clothes on my back and the debts I owe.
AN: Just a plotbunny that's been hopping around my brain, I hope you can enjoy it. I will return to my other works soon. My pc died and I just got enough funds to replace it finally. I was going to update HPandTHD and ROFP, but this one wouldn't let go. This fic will be graphic in nature and contain many adult themes and of course my zesty lemons, for they are the spice of life…Also my characters will be ooc and there will be some changes. I feel strongly that the main character relationships in canon were wrong, and I was left completely unsatisfied with the outcome of DH. All the build-up, it's like having insane UST then finding out the other is a sexual dud. It just went nowhere. Thus I find myself writing fics in an attempt to find the satisfaction. There will be no bashing of the Weasley family in this fic, as I feel doing so has almost become cliché. However, there will be some violence as I always felt Harry was a bit too, vanilla and emo. For me, he built a bridge and got over himself. Also if he's gonna face down the worst Dark Lord in British history, and be marked as an equal at 15 mos old, then he's gonna have to be even more badass as a teen and young adult. And of course my absolute last thing to say about it all is that the biggest mistake made in canon was the death of Sirius Black. I almost stopped reading the series because of that one. But enough of my rambling…
There's a saying that there only two things in life that are certain: death and taxes. When one looks at the world through that perspective, one misses the little things that make it worth living. What about love or friendship? What role do those play in the grand scheme of things? What about rage and injustice? Many things affect the human condition, and one would be around the twist to discount the possibilities that his or her experiences in the world are depth and breadth of it all. The world holds many wonders and not everything can have a truly rational explanation despite mankind's arrogant assumption that everything can be explained through science and that if it cannot then it must be rubbish. But keeping that common belief in mind, it is easy to see how someone faced with a slew of oddities and happenstances that just defied logical reasoning would be willing to accept a rational explanation he or she hadn't thought possible until it smacked them in the face.
Which leads one to the heart of one such occurrence that changed the life of quite a few members of an entire generation as it had many times before, but had gone unnoticed to society as a whole. To most of the world, the date October 31, 1981 was just another Halloween spent taking little children door-to-door for candy and treats whilst dressed as cute versions of animals, legendary monsters or comic book heroes and villains. To some others is was a night of debauchery and drunken parties. To some few others it was a night of Samhain, a pagan festival of the new cycle, during which ancient forces aligned to give birth to the next lunar cycle. But in a society cloaked in shadows and hidden by the mists of antiquity, it was thought to be the most bittersweet night in modern history, as the end of a great evil, but at the cost of the loss of good people, friends and parents. An infant, born of prophecy was orphaned that night, though he somehow survived the tragic events that had claimed the lives of his parents. Where they fell before the onslaught of this evil one, he somehow not only survived, but vanquished his parents' murderer. And yet the cynical world shed not a tear for this boy, as those events were not noticed by the world as a whole, insignificant except to those select few. Yet certain circumstances heralded the beginnings of an era, a return of Power unseen for millennia. Unbeknownst to even those deemed the most powerful in that small society cloaked from the world at large, the orphaned tyke was infused with this Power. A certain man, agent of both Britain's MI-6 and the Ministry of Magic, a rakish rouge known as Sirius Black, brother in all but name to the fallen couple arrived on scene to find another friend Reubeus Hagrid, holding an eerily silent babe, and openly mourning his beloved friends. Sirius Black was godfather to the small babe, and fought against his initial urge to hunt down the traitor who led the evil wizard Voldemort to the small cottage in Godric's Hollow. He had to protect his godson in some way, so he took the lad and hopped upon his enchanted motorbike and rode away. His only mission that night was simple, find his last friend Remus Lupin and find a awy to bring back his fallen brother. Magic is a fickle thing, and one of the cardinal rules was one cannot bring the dead back to the world of the living, but no bodies were found in the wreckage of the cottage, so Sirius hoped beyond all hope that somehow James and Lily Potter had somehow survived as well.
Zooming through the moonlit countryside, Sirius and young Harry Potter approached their destination, which to all appearances was a tiny run-down shack in the woods, but to those who knew the secret was a place known as the Marauder's Den. Coasting through the heavy wards, Sirius then parked his bike and dismounted. He reached over to the passenger compartment and hefted Harry onto his side and carried him into the dwelling. "Remus! That rat bastard betrayed them! Voldie got to Prongs and Lily! I think he tried to kill little Harry too, but somehow Harry survived. The whole place was destroyed, and Hagrid couldn't find their bodies!"
A thin shabbily dressed man came out of the den to the entryway, a look of shock on his face. "Sirius? Are you certain? There were no bodies found? And little Harry is alright?"
"Yes, he seems fine, if a little distressed of it all. He got a small scratch on the forehead here, kinda looks like a lightning bolt, but aside from that, hasn't even cried a wink."
As if talking about him triggered something, little Harry cried out with a huge grin, "UNCA MOONY! FLY!"
Remus just shook his head and burst out laughing, "Only you, cub. A bleeding house collapses all around you, your mum and dad are missing at best and Padfoot here brings you cross-country in the middle of the night, up way past your bedtime and you want to fly your broom! You really are James Potter's lad!"
Sirius turned to Harry and blew a raspberry on his belly, making the little boy giggle, "Now young Prongslet, let's get you a bath and then tuck you into bed and Uncle Padfoot promises to let you fly in the morning after brekkie."
Harry tried to wiggle away in protest "NO BATH! FLY!"
Sirius simply conjured a tub of warm water and a bar of soap and then after stripping Harry down placed him inside with a few toys. Quickly scrubbing him down and rinsing the suds away, Sirius conjured some night clothes for Harry and then brought him to his room. He then tucked the tyke into the bed and sat with him until Harry began to drift into the land of Nod.
Remus waited whilst Sirius put young Harry to bed. He was certain that the lightning bolt scar was a clue to the true happenings that night, he just couldn't put a finger on its significance. He poured through Lily's journals on rituals and runic arrays hoping to find a reference, thinking he must have remembered the scar from notes on some of their experimental rituals while Lily was researching the origins of the Killing curse and ways to use magic to circumvent it. She had to have found something. Voldemort was not known for leaving witnesses behind and if his standard approach was to be believed, Remus knew James must've tried to hold him off so Lily could take Harry and flee the scene from the back. Remus also knew that neither Potter would have been breathing if Voldemort got close enough to Harry to cast a curse. Lily Evans Potter would have died before she let that maniac anywhere near the boy, and James would have died before letting him anywhere close to Lily, yet for no bodies to be left behind, flagged something in Remus's mind. It was a mystery.
Remus looked up to see Sirius in the doorway of the study, a glass of firewhiskey in one hand and a joint in the other. Remus chuckled to himself, "Padfoot! Seriously?"
Sirius grinned, "Of course I do all things most Siriusly! After tonight, I need a bit of mellowing. Fancy I won't be able to for quite a while after this, what with having to play the responsible godfather and all. If only I had time to give Emmaline a call. But debauchery is not on call tonight. Tonight," Sirius poured another glass for Remus and handed it to him before raising it in toast, "we celebrate the loss of the best of us, our true brother and the only woman we both ever loved, to Prongs and Lily!" then Sirius slammed the glass back before lighting his joint. He inhaled the sweet rich smoke deeply into his lungs and after holding it there for a bit, released it out exhaling the blue smoke, reveling in the calm numbing effect creeping upon him.
Remus took a few hits too and then after some time responded, "Padfoot, I honestly do not think they died. I think Lily found a ritual and somehow is out there somewhere, waiting for us to find a clue to bring them back home. I distinctly recall something about that lightning bolt scar in some her research notes. I have to find it."
Sirius raised an eyebrow and straightened up somewhat in response, "Moony, if anyone can follow Lily's notes and solve this mystery it's you. I know they are not dead. I can still feel Prongs in here," Sirius tapped his chest over his heart, "and I know he would never give up on us if we were the ones trapped out in the Great Beyond. You'll find them. I'll raise Harry, as they wanted me to, both in the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. For the first few years we'll stay here, so the trail of the Death munchers can grow cold, then we'll find a good neighborhood in the muggle world and send him to primary school there. Then when the time comes for Hogwarts, we'll cross that bridge. Meanwhile, I have to report in. The Crown was very incensed at the destruction of an ancient site, hence why they dispatched me to investigate."
Sirius then took his leave. Remus sat at the desk again leafing through his best friend's notes, "I swear to you Lils, I will find the way!"