Lost

by lordskane

Harry is lost to the magical world. He taken from the destroyed cottage in Godricks Hollow by his Godfather and trained from a young age for the task ahead of him. Alternate Universe, Angry Harry, Soul bond

1. Chapter 1

I Do not own Harry Potter, and only Write for my own amusement. That said I hope that you don't find this to horrible.

October 31, 1981

Sirius Black had been nervous all day, he had met Peter for lunch earlier in the day and had gotten the impression that he was even more nervous that usual. It was now getting late and he decided to go check on Peter to make sure he was still alright. He aparted to the tiny flat hidden in a run down London neighborhood where Peter had been staying since being made the Potters secret keeper. As soon as Sirius entered the flat he knew something was wrong, Peter was never to leave the flat alone, yet there was no one there. At least there was no sign that there had been a struggle, maybe peter had gone to see James, Lilly, and Harry. With this thought Sirius immediately aparted to Godricks Hollow to see if he could catch up to Peter.

Lord Voldemort Stood over the body of Lilly Potter and stared into the eyes of a mere childe. How could something so pathetic be a threat to him, he found the thought almost laughable. Yet the prophecy said that this child was the one would one day have the ability to destroy him. Well, better to remove a threat before it has a chance to become one. He pointed his wand and the child's head and uttered a curse he had used hundreds of times before, on hundreds of useless people including the two who now lied dead in this house.

Sirius arrived outside Potter Cottage and had mere seconds to gain his bearing before an explosion and shock wave knocked him to the ground. He looked up at the cottage before him in horror. Nearly half of the second story had been blown apart and it was now on fire. He didn't see any way that anyone could still be alive. He rushed to the door and saw his best friend lying crumpled against the wall at the base of the stairs. After a moment the enormity of the situation came crashing down him and he rushed up the stairs to where the nursery had once been.

Te destruction was worse than it had appeared from the outside. all the internal walls were knocked down, the hardwood flooring had been reduced to splinters. He crawled over the rubble in the direction that the nursery should have been and was shocked at the sight before him. The first thing he was a crumpled Lilly laying on the floor, amazingly the body seemed untouched by the destruction all around her. But the sight that drew his eye was the body of Lord Voldemort slowly dissolving into a black mist. He could feel the evil of it, but unlike the one time he had faced Voldemort before he felt no power. Once the body was completely dissolved the mist seemed to become denser then fled out the destroyed side of the house into the black of night.

Sirius could believe it, everything they had done to protect Harry had come to nothing. It must have been the rat Peter. He would hunt him down and utterly destroy him. In his rage he almost missed the slight whimper coming from the shattered crib, but luckily he did not. He crawled to where he was movement not daring to hope that all might be lost. When he finally arrived what he found was amazing. Under a piece of the collapsed roof he found Harry seemingly fine save for a bleeding lightning bolt shaped cut above his eye. He stared into Harry's eyes as he had done so many times in the last 15 months and knew that he could not abandon him. He would do what he had promised James and Lilly and protect their childe. His vengeance on Peter would nave to wait.

Sirius gathered everything he could of Harry's , put it into a conjured satchel and made his way back down the stairs. Before leaving his friends for the last time he drew a silvery strand of memory from his temple and place in a vile sitting on the bottom step of the stairs just feet from his best friend. At least the world would know the truth about who had betrayed the Potters. Sirius stood in the shadows on the other side of the street from Potter Cottage waiting for someone to arrive to care for the bodies of the kindest people he would ever know, he didn't have long to wait. Only minutes later Hagrid popped into view and began moving toward the cottage. Taking one last look at the home they had all thought was so safe he made a final promise to his friends. "I'll make sure your son is ready for anything he'll ever face Prongs." he muttered under his breath. Gripped Harry tightly and spun on his heel and aparted out of view.