A/N-Not mine, JKR's.
I have had this little idea in my head since the beginning of my 7th grade, when re-read I was only able to write a bit and left it. Now I have completed this chapter. Please enjoy.
I looked up and saw the mass of Dementers surrounding my cell. I can never explain how cold and empty I felt now. My only relief is that I can turn into an animagus, thanks to Moony. The dementors cannot feel me when I am in my animagus form.
I saw the minister walking down the aisle, towards my cell. I wonder why. He never comes here. Stupid git, scared of the Dementors, I expect. He walked until he reached my cell and then, he stopped. He turned to face me. He had a newspaper under his arms. As he turned to leave again, I called.
"Minister?"
He turned to me, fear in his eyes.
Well, I just turned as much as pleasant as I can.
"Can I have that newspaper please? I miss doing the puzzle"
Fudge looked thunderstruck for a minute. Then he stammered out.
"Err...certainly. Here you go."
He quickly placed the newspaper in my outstretched hand and walked away.
I turned back to my cell and unfolded it. I had to know about him. About Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, my godson, Lily's and James's son. He'll never know of me and I'll never know him, but still...
Then I saw a picture. The picture of a family of 9, standing in front of the Pyramids. All of them had red hair. Above the picture was a caption.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE
Arthur Weasley, Head of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon draw.
A delighted Mr. Wealey told the Daily Prophet, 'We will be spending the gold on a holiday in Egypt where out eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for the Gringotts Wizarding Bank.'
The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of term of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
I looked at the picture of my distant cousin's happy family. Molly was one of my favorite cousins. Her family was big. I felt so jealous, thinking about my own family, and their pureblood mania. How I hated their theory about the purebloods being superior to others.
I looked at the picture again. One of the boys looked about Harry's age. They might be in the same year. My eyes wandered towards his face and then to his shoulders...
No! There was no way! He couldn't be alive. He was dead. Dead for thirteen years. How could he be alive?
Then another thought stuck me. If he was alive and is living with this boy, that means he is living with Harry!
No! I cannot let Harry be in danger again
I was foolish and made a mistake 13 years ago and I won't do the same mistake again. I was never going to let Harry Potter be in danger again.
A/N-Thoughts? Please review guys, only then will I decide whether to continue or not…