So basically, I finally managed to find a fanfiction depicting the characters of Kurinoone's universe reading her Harry Potter fanfiction, and it hasn't been updated in like FOREVER. So I decided to create my own.
The following story involves characters reading The Darkness Within, a Harry Potter fanfiction created by Kurinoone, who was inspired by A Shattered Prophecy, written by Project Dark Overlord.

Disclaimer: Everything recognisable belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling, except Damien, who belongs to Kurinoone. I am simply borrowing them. Everything in bold is Kurinoone's story.

Enjoy!

Sirius tugged Lily into the Room of Requirement, glancing behind him to make sure Damien, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George where following. They where, albeit with confused looks on their faces. Lily looked around the spacious room, filled with comfortable looking couches and a crackling fire. She noticed with ever increasing confusion the people standing around. James, Remus, Tonks, Alastor Moody, Severus, McGonagall, Kingsly, Arthur, Molly, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Percy all smiled as she entered the room with Sirius and the kids. Well Moody didn't smile, but his grizzled expression did soften. James strode over to her, greeting Sirius with a clap on the shoulder and an, "alright Padfoot?" before turning and giving her a kiss. They broke apart as Damien made a disgusted noise.

The doors suddenly opened again, and everyone watched as Dumbledore strode in, carrying a book. "Good evening. I'm sure you are all wondering why you are here." Indeed they where. Lily was in her office preparing for the next lesson when Sirius waltzed in, grabbed her, and dragged her here, picking up the children along the way. He wouldn't answer her questions, instead claiming that Dumbledore sent him, and that he had no idea why.

"I have received some news, and a package," Dumbledore continued gravely, only the twinkle in his eye giving away his happiness at the moment. "The news, well there is certainly no easy way to say this but... the news... well..." He turned to look at where James and Lily stood with the Weasleys, Damien and Hermione. "Harry Potter is Alive."

An immediate uproar followed these words, exclamations of confusion emitting from the underage witches and wizards, "Who's Harry Potter? Why was he dead?" And denial coming from the adults, "They found a body Albus! He's dead! Impossible!" Throughout it all, James and Lily stood in stunned silence, hardly daring to hope that Dumbledore spoke the truth.

Dumbledore allowed them to go on for a few minutes, before loudly clearing his throat. "I assure, I speak the truth. I must beg of you now to listen to my explanation, and not interrupt." He motioned for them all to sit down on the couches, and after a moments hesitation they did. Lily, Remus, James and Sirius took up one couch, with Damien, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George on another. Molly and Arthur sat with Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Percy. Severus, McGonagall and Dumbledore occupied another, and the last was claimed by Tonks, Kingsly and Moody. Once they were all seated, and their attention shifted back to him, Dumbledore began his explanation.

"I have recently been informed by someone close to Voldemort that he never killed Harry Potter, but instead raised him as a son." James and Lily flinched, opening their mouths to interrupt, but Dumbledore held up his hand. "Despite what we believed to be true, the body we found was not Harry's. The person who gave me this information also gave me this." He brandished the book in the air. "This book details the life of Harry, not just his past, but also his future. They gave this to me in the hopes that we can change his fate."

"Who was it?" Lily croaked out. "Who gave that to you?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Narcissa Malfoy." At the protests this raised, he once again cleared his throat to silence them. "She revealed all this to me under the influence of Vertiserum, and I have checked this book over multiple times with numerous spells. She speaks the truth, and this book truly does detail the life of Harry."

Silence overcame the room, as they took this information in. The silence was broken by Damien. "Who's Harry? And why does he share our last name? Is he a relative of mine? Why would you think he's dead? he shot his questions at his parents.

"Damien, Harry is your older brother." James sighed. "We believed he was murdered by You-Know-Who when he was only a year old." Hermione and Ginny gasped. "We didn't speak of him, tell you about him, because it was too painful. It still is. Which is why," he shot a pointed look at Dumbledore, "this better not be some sick joke or something."

"Never." Dumbledore proclaimed. "Read this book, and everything will become clear. Now who wishes to read first?" As everyone pondered the Headmasters words, which as usual made no sense, Bill raised his hand, and summoned the book over to him. He cleared his throat and read:

"Chapter One: Betrayal"

'It really is creepy how much he looks like James.' Thought Lily. Even at the age of one, Harry, her son had such similarities to his father. His hair was just as unruly as James'. She had always told her husband to do something about his hair but James would always flash a dazzling smile ate her and continue to run his hand through his hair, making it messier.

'At least he has my eyes.' Lily thought thankfully as she looked down at the playing child in her lap. The emerald green of Harry's eyes made him look even more adorable. The raven haired child was currently sitting on his mothers lap, happily chewing on his toys and every so often he would look around at the door.

"Who are you looking for sweetie?" cooed Lily holding Harry close to her.

"He's looking for me, isn't he?" James said with a sad smile. Lily nodded,

"Every night."

She knew perfectly well who Harry was looking for. It was the same every evening, around seven, Harry would eagerly anticipate his father's return from work. Of course for an ordinary one year old it was not possible to be able to determine the time but Harry was no ordinary boy. For that matter neither were Harry's parents. Harry and his parents were a wizard family. James was a pureblood, while Lily came from a muggle family. Even so, she was one of the most talented witches of her generation.

"That you most certainly are Mrs Potter," McGonagall smiled at Lily, her former, and favourite, student.

As if on cue James arrived through the front door of the house looking a little dismayed, but at the sight of Harry and Lily, his hazel eyes lit up and a small smile graced his face.

"Hey, how's my little man?" asked James as he strode over to Lily and picked up Harry who was gurgling frantically to get his father's attention.

"Man?" Damien said. "You never call me a man."

"James, how many times do I have to remind you? He is a boy not a man." Lily reprimanded playfully.

James just shrugged and replied.

"Boy is so... I don't know. It just sounds weird, like I am telling him off. He's my 'little man'." He said, cuddling Harry affectionately.

Lily smiled at her husband. In her opinion James just didn't want to sound too fatherly since he was only twenty three years old.

"Oh yes, and he's simply ancient now." Sirius said with a cheeky smile, before James hit him over the head.

Lily was just about to get up to get dinner when a knock interrupted them. James was instantly on alert. He silently handed Harry over to Lily and drew out his wand. He went over to the door and motioned Lily to go to the other room with Harry. Lily nodded and proceeded to the room quickly. Usually Lily wouldn't take an order from anyone, not even James, but ever since that wretched prophecy was made things had changed dramatically. They had moved to Godric's Hollow and only a hand selected few knew where that was. Lily waited apprehensively, wand held in one hand while still carrying Harry. She would hex anyone that as much as cast a shadow over her only son.

"Mum... It's not... You-Know-Who is it? You're all gonna be okay, right?" Damien quietly asked. Lily shook her head no. No it wasn't Voldemort, and no, they weren't all going to be all right.

She heard James mutter a spell that allowed him to see who was at the door. Suddenly the door was opened and Lily could hear laughing and a voice that she knew all too well. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She came out of her room and made her way downstairs. Sure enough there were her husband's old friends, Sirius and Peter. Sirius had annoyed Lily senseless in her years at Hogwarts, always goofing around with James and getting him into all sorts of trouble. Of course, James wasn't exactly the innocent party but since Lily was now his wife she preferred to blame Sirius. Peter was always so quiet that Lily sometimes wondered what he was doing being a Marauder. Remus was the only one Lily could have an intelligent conversation with. Unfortunately, he was not here tonight as he was having his little 'furry' problem as Sirius had so sensitively named his condition.

Sirius avoided Remus' glare by turning his head pointedly away.

"You could let us know you're dropping by Padfoot." Lily remarked as she handed Harry over to his Godfather who enthusiastically reached over and cuddled him as close as he could.

"Where is the fun in that?" He enquired as he gave Harry his trademark bark like laugh.

Harry was already waving his arms around and giggling at Sirius and his antics. Lily looked on affectionately at her son; he really was fond of his Godfather. Peter was also looking on and Lily wasn't sure if she was just imagining it or not but a look of regret flickered on his face. An almost pained expression was evident in Peter's eyes.

"Why didn't I know?" Lily almost sobbed. Damien was taken aback by his mothers sudden mood change, and dread filled him. Something was going to happen. The tension was thick in the air.

"Peter, are you okay?" she asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

Peter quickly looked away and shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Yeah um…I just...just, had a long day...that's all..." he mumbled, looking positively sick.

"Bastard." Snarled Sirius, looking absolutely murderous. Molly gave him a sharp look, but decided to let his language slide, given the situation they were reliving.

"Don't talk to me about having long days." James joined in. "I have had the most supremely awful day."

"Oh, what happened?" Sirius quickly asked while still letting Harry pull on his shoulder length, dark locks.

"Well, with the attacks coming in left, right and centre, I don't know how much more we can take before it all goes pear shaped."

James had a sad look in his usual sparkly hazel eyes. James loved being an Auror even though he had admitted he had only become one since that was the career path Sirius had chosen but he quickly became very fond of his role as a fighter for the light side.

"Really? You never told me that." Sirius tilted his head to the side, looking at James.

"That's because I didn't want you to get an even bigger head." James snarked, to laughter.

However, after the prophecy was made about Harry, James was increasingly becoming more and more paranoid. He didn't like the idea of his child being faced with such a huge responsibility. 'Saving the World' that was his job, not Harry's.

"My son should never have been involved in any on this." James looked down sadly, and Lily took his hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

So James being James was working day and night to eliminate Voldemort's forces. However, this was becoming more and more stressful. Voldemort always seemed to be one step ahead of the Aurors.

Sirius looked a little disheartened by the look on his best friend's face. Sirius, Remus and James were Aurors, as was Peter but James was the one most focused on the war. He wanted it over and done with so that Harry could have a normal life.

'Lot of good that did him.' Snape thought, without the courage to say it out loud.

Lily sighed and lifted the playing form of Harry from Sirius and gently rocking him, took him upstairs to his room. There she gently placed him in his cot and smoothed his hair down in another futile attempt to make his hair seem somewhat tidy.

"I wonder if he looks like you Dad?"

"I hope he does," Lily exclaimed. "He looked so much like him as a baby, I can only imagine what he looks like now."

"Well, we will get a chance soon love, a chance to be a complete family." James smiled at the very thought. Getting Harry away from Voldemort would be the hard part, but sitting down with him and explaining everything, there were no doubts in his mind that Harry would join their little family again very quickly. After all, why would he not?

"You may think this is funny now, Harry, but trust me, when you're older you won't find settling your hair amusing at all." Lily told the small raven haired boy as he giggled and tried to grab his mother's fingers as she gently stroked his hair. Lily turned and left her boy playing happily in his cot.

She was just making her way downstairs when she suddenly realised with a sickening feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't something she heard but in fact the lack of sound at all. The three men in the living room were deathly quiet. That in itself was odd since Sirius happened to be present. Lily quickly took out her wand and took a deep breath. What she saw as she entered the room would haunt her for the rest of her life. There on the floor was the body of her James with a growing pool of blood near his head. A broken bottle of firewhiskey was lying not too far away. Sirius was also lying on his back completely unconscious.

"Oh my God!" Hermione gasped. Lily squeezed her eyes shut as she vividly remembered what was to happen next. There was nothing she regretted more than not turning around.

"Oh God!..James!..James!"

Lily rushed towards her husband, completely forgetting the third person who was in the room. If Lily had noticed him, standing just behind the door, she might have been able to stop the tragedy that was looming near. As Lily came towards James, Peter who was pointing his wand at Lily came up behind her and attacked before she could reach her husband.

"Stupefy" he whispered.

"Mum he hurt you! I'll kill hi-"

"No you most certainly will not." James sternly said.

"Yeah pup, that's our job," Sirius added, to the horrified looks of Lily, Molly and Hermione and a nod from Remus.

Lily fell, unconscious even before she hit the ground. Peter looked at his former friends, all of them lying on the floor of their own home, hurt and betrayed by their own friend. He took a shaky breath and tried to calm his frantically beating heart. He was certain that if he hadn't cast the silencing charm on the door then Lily would have been able to hear his heart thumping in his chest more loudly than the bottle breaking during the attack James and Sirius has so unrepentantly received.

He cast another regretful glance at his friends and then left the room clumsily and made his way to Harry's room; all the time repeating under his breath "Forgive me, Harry…sorry James…Sirius, so sorry."

"Not forgiven Wormtail," Sirius hissed.

He had not thought he would get this far. He had hoped that James or Sirius or even Lily would have been able to stop him from doing this, but since they didn't expect him of any sort of betrayal, let alone an attack and kidnapping of Harry, he had managed this far. He didn't want to do this but there was no other way. The Dark Lord was very clear in his instructions. Harry was going to meet his fate at the hands of Voldemort himself.

He slowly opened the door and found Harry sleeping soundly clutching his stuffed toy hippogriff. Peter looked down at the sleeping child and felt the horrible sensation of guilt wash over him. He was leading this child to his death. Harry was only a year old, he was just a baby.

"YES! HE WAS A BABY PETER! MY BABY! WHY! WHY WOULD YOU-" Lily broke down, sobbing into James' shoulder as Damien looked on, horrified to see his mother so broken. Molly moved over and sat next to Lily, wrapping her arms around her, offering comfort, mother to mother.

Peter had felt just as happy at the birth of Harry as the rest of the Marauders, but once the prophecy had come to light things had changed. This boy was prophesized to bring down the Dark Lord. But for Peter, the Dark Lord had to win this war. Peter would have power beyond anything he could imagine. The boy had to go. Convincing himself that he was only ensuring his own survival, he gently lifted Harry and carried him out of the room, downstairs and without another glance at the three bodies lying on the floor, Peter opened the door and left Godric's Hollow forever.

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Peter ran to the edge of the wards placed around the cottage and apparated to his Lord's lair. His master was waiting for him, surrounded by only two members of his inner circle. With shaky hands Peter placed Harry on the stone floor at Lord Voldemort's feet. Harry was surprisingly still fast asleep and didn't even stir. Peter quickly dropped to his knees and crawled to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his robes while speaking in a shaky and quiet voice.

"Master, I have done what you asked of me. Master, this is Harry."

Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes to the sleeping child and let his face break into a satisfied smile. He was an attractive man

Everyone flinched at this. It was true, but they refused to think of him as attractive. He was a murderer, a monster, and to them, ugly.

with long dark hair and features that had gotten him a lot of interest in his younger years. The only thing that showed the true monster within was his pair of devilishly red eyes which seem to burn into whoever dared to look at him. He tore his eyes away from Harry and looked at the cowering form of his spy Death Eater.

"Rise Wormtail, You have done well. For once you have not messed up and have actually completed a task." He watched the pitiful man rise shakily, uttering his gratitude and go on and on about what a gracious Lord he was. "Enough!" Voldemort hissed, instantly quietening Peter. "Bella, lift the boy and let me have a closer look at the brat!"

Bella came almost instantly to lift Harry of the cold floor and hold him up to the Dark Lord for him to see.

Voldemort took in all the detail of the child. He was disgusted with children in the whole. He had not quite forgotten how children had taunted and ridiculed him in that horrible orphanage that had been his past.

Moody took note of this, prepared to research this orphanage later. Anything to help him understand that monster better.

However, this child had a powerful magical aura that seemed to hover all around the boy. He was exceptional, there was no doubt about that and if Voldemort had let the child live then the Potter brat would most likely be his downfall.

'Such a waste of power' thought Voldemort. He drew his wand and heard the breaths sucked in by the Death Eaters present. He smiled to himself, this was going to be sweet and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

He pointed the wand at Harry's head just as the child opened his emerald eyes and looked innocently at Voldemort. There was a muttered incantation and a sudden blinding green light filled everyone's sight. Peter closed his eyes just before the spell was uttered, but could still sense the green penetrate his closed eyelids.

'Sorry Harry' was all he could think, as the blinding light faded and threw everyone into darkness once more.

Lily let out a sob at the last line, believing, no matter what Dumbledore said, that Harry was dead.

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