The Meaning of Betrayal:
Chapter 2:
Oh and I forgot to put in a disclaimer in the last chapter! Sorry. But does anyone really believe that I own Harry Potter? "Oh you do??" I am very sorry I am not JK Rowling, nor will I ever be. No matter how much I want it to be true, it's not going to happen! Anyway I don't own any of JK Rowling's brilliant work, that's Harry Potter included. I do own the storyline and any original characters!!
Hey Guys; I'm speechless!! I had eleven reviews on the same day I posted. I have to thank you all sooooooooooo much!!!! And every one of them was positive and made me want to keep going!! So a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed;
MerlinHalliwell: Thanks you were my very first review and I will definitely keep going and hopefully (crosses fingers) update soon! k00lgirl1808: Thanks, I will definitely keep going! Geminia: I just have to keep Sirius, Remus and Hagrid in because I love them and was devastated when "you know who died"!! I mean I cried!! Although writing him back in will be a challenge! Xxphoenixchildxx: Thank you very much. I also love fics where Lily and James were alive the whole time!! Axavi: Thanks, I hope to keep your interest for the rest of the story. Lilabeth Malfoy: I know I just want to hit them as well!! I am also looking forward to "the meeting" isc-atenista: Thank you I was very flattered by being added to your fav author list! Serry2: I would never kill off Remus! Never!! shudders at the thought . I am also very flattered by being added to your author's list!! Thank you. Sapphire Raine: Thanks, Harry will meet his parents soon and unexpectedly. He will certainly not be happy! Missprongs: I will try and update as soon as I can and thank you for the words of wisdom! Sasinak: I will carry on with this until the bitter end. I just hope it won't be too long.
NB: I hope to thank every reviewer before each chapter but if I don't have time I will try and thank everyone at the end of the story!!
The Meaning of Betrayal:
Chapter 2:
Freshly shaven and showered, Harry apparated to Ron Weasley and Hermonie Weasley's flat in the heart of London. After two years of subtle and not so subtle hints Ron finally had pulled his head of where it was stuck and asked Hermonie out on a date. One year after this momentous event Harry was dancing at their wedding and watching the glowing bride and groom argue over who was to get in the car first! Ron, following family tradition was soon to be a father, Hermonie was to give birth to a son in two months time. Ron, thrilled at this prospect divided his time between worrying his wife to death by taking unnecessary risks at his job in the Ministry or fussing over her to the extent that she literally shoved him out the door each morning.
Just as Harry was about to knock on the red door, he heard a voice scream; " And if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand time I am not naming any child of mine after a Chudley Cannons player! AND THAT'S FINAL!" Harry grimaced; an angry Hermonie was something to be reckoned with, while a pregnant and hormonal and angry Hermonie was something to be very, very afraid of. Maybe he should go visit Remus or see if Sirius had returned from one of his very dangerous and numerous missions that Dumbledore sent him on. Since the end of Harry's fifth year and Sirius' supposed death, he had become very useful as everyone including Voldemort thought that he was dead.
The door opened and a very red-faced and red-haired Ron appeared. "I WILL NOT HAVE MY SON NAMED AFTER SOME SISSY WIMPY MUGGLE! I WILLN.. HARRY!" Ron just caught sight of him and seemed very pleased to see him. "Hermonie," he called "Harry's here! How are you mate?" Ron looked very concerned. After assuring both Ron and Hermonie that he was fine, he was taken inside and treated to a night of normalcy. A night, which was, spent laughing and catching up with old friends, something that was getting increasingly hard to do in the current climate.
The Next Day.. Harry stood tiredly in front of Dumbledore's desk in his office, which was a room that was very familiar to him. He wondered absently, if it was a good thing that he was so well known in this office that the portraits on the walls greeted him like a long-lost friend. Dumbledore, beard even longer than before, sat in the chair in behind his desk and listened somberly to what the young auror had to say. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to die out as he listened. "Professor, we need something or someone to lift the spirits of the army and the people. Frankly, they have lost hope. It isn't like the last war; we have no notable names or famous aurors bar a few. Our army consists of people who were in Hogwarts with me! We need something to show Voldemort that we won't be defeated and the people that we still have hope!" Harry paused for breath " The last war we had the McKinnions and the Prewetts and the famous Marauders. Now all we have is one known marauder, seeing as Sirius is supposed to be dead and an army of young aurors who weren't even born last time! We are lacking in experience and confidence! We need help!" Harry seemed to run out momentum and fell silent and Dumbledore spoke thoughtfully, "I know. I will see what we can do" With that he dismissed Harry with a nod and a quiet "keep safe". His eyes followed Harry out of the door, noting his tired posture and eyes, so like his mothers, filled with pain and suffering. His students were out there fighting now and he had to watch people like Harry grow up before their years and see things that no one especially a child like Harry should see. Albus Dumbledore knew Harry was right, the side of light needed a boost, something to help regain the advantage of surprise. They needed people from the Order last time, the last war. People like the Marauders to help teach and guide. He sighed. He knew exactly what they needed but if he asked this of them, then all they had worked for would be ruined and he feared Harry wouldn't cope.
Dumbledore looked at the stack of parchment on his paper, records of the dead or wounded in the last six months. The lines in his face deepened and his face seemed so much older. He knew what he had to do for the greater good and he prayed to every god he knew that Harry would get through this.
Somewhere in Muggle America.
Lily Potter was scrubbing the pots and pans from dinner and the twins so called 'experiment'. Her mind was on her work as she hummed along to the Muggle radio. James often asked her why she didn't use magic to help clean and bake- it was so much easier. But Lily and James had cut themselves off from the wizarding world almost twenty years ago and although she and James had taught the twins how to use magic and basic auror defensive skills, she didn't like using magic. It was too painful to remind herself of the life she could have had. The life that she left behind.
The day had faded to a purple dusk and she smiled as James played football with Rowan, while Siobhan looked on. It was so funny to see James playing American football. The only sport he had ever liked was Quidditch but playing that here was impossible. Aiden wasn't exactly a Quidditch type of person. He liked to fly but limited opportunity and a fascination with Muggle technology left James without a fellow Quidditch fanatic. She wondered if Harry liked Quidditch, if he ever got to play for Hogwarts. She didn't even know what house he was in. He would have graduated a year ago. She wondered what kind of job he was doing now. Hopefully Quidditch or a job in the Ministry, maybe even an auror. But she reasoned that with the war over the wizarding world didn't need an army of Aurors.
A quiet knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. Wiping her hands on her apron and quickly adjusting her hair, she pulled open the front door, words of greeting dying on her lips. Before her stood an old man she had hoped never to see again. The last time she had seen him was the morning they left England. He had found out about their plan and tried to convince them otherwise. When that failed he wished them well and helped them on their journey. He placed two replacements to impersonate Lily and James until the appropriate actions could be taken. One day, a month after they had left he contacted them again and told them they didn't need to worry about a plausible plan of action to fake their deaths. He didn't go into details and James and herself just assumed that they had been killed on a mission and Harry went to live with Sirius. Now he stood there wearing a long purple cloak with a very somber expression on his old wrinkled face. "Hello Lily" Albus Dumbledore said quietly "Can we go inside?"
Chapter 2:
Oh and I forgot to put in a disclaimer in the last chapter! Sorry. But does anyone really believe that I own Harry Potter? "Oh you do??" I am very sorry I am not JK Rowling, nor will I ever be. No matter how much I want it to be true, it's not going to happen! Anyway I don't own any of JK Rowling's brilliant work, that's Harry Potter included. I do own the storyline and any original characters!!
Hey Guys; I'm speechless!! I had eleven reviews on the same day I posted. I have to thank you all sooooooooooo much!!!! And every one of them was positive and made me want to keep going!! So a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed;
MerlinHalliwell: Thanks you were my very first review and I will definitely keep going and hopefully (crosses fingers) update soon! k00lgirl1808: Thanks, I will definitely keep going! Geminia: I just have to keep Sirius, Remus and Hagrid in because I love them and was devastated when "you know who died"!! I mean I cried!! Although writing him back in will be a challenge! Xxphoenixchildxx: Thank you very much. I also love fics where Lily and James were alive the whole time!! Axavi: Thanks, I hope to keep your interest for the rest of the story. Lilabeth Malfoy: I know I just want to hit them as well!! I am also looking forward to "the meeting" isc-atenista: Thank you I was very flattered by being added to your fav author list! Serry2: I would never kill off Remus! Never!! shudders at the thought . I am also very flattered by being added to your author's list!! Thank you. Sapphire Raine: Thanks, Harry will meet his parents soon and unexpectedly. He will certainly not be happy! Missprongs: I will try and update as soon as I can and thank you for the words of wisdom! Sasinak: I will carry on with this until the bitter end. I just hope it won't be too long.
NB: I hope to thank every reviewer before each chapter but if I don't have time I will try and thank everyone at the end of the story!!
The Meaning of Betrayal:
Chapter 2:
Freshly shaven and showered, Harry apparated to Ron Weasley and Hermonie Weasley's flat in the heart of London. After two years of subtle and not so subtle hints Ron finally had pulled his head of where it was stuck and asked Hermonie out on a date. One year after this momentous event Harry was dancing at their wedding and watching the glowing bride and groom argue over who was to get in the car first! Ron, following family tradition was soon to be a father, Hermonie was to give birth to a son in two months time. Ron, thrilled at this prospect divided his time between worrying his wife to death by taking unnecessary risks at his job in the Ministry or fussing over her to the extent that she literally shoved him out the door each morning.
Just as Harry was about to knock on the red door, he heard a voice scream; " And if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand time I am not naming any child of mine after a Chudley Cannons player! AND THAT'S FINAL!" Harry grimaced; an angry Hermonie was something to be reckoned with, while a pregnant and hormonal and angry Hermonie was something to be very, very afraid of. Maybe he should go visit Remus or see if Sirius had returned from one of his very dangerous and numerous missions that Dumbledore sent him on. Since the end of Harry's fifth year and Sirius' supposed death, he had become very useful as everyone including Voldemort thought that he was dead.
The door opened and a very red-faced and red-haired Ron appeared. "I WILL NOT HAVE MY SON NAMED AFTER SOME SISSY WIMPY MUGGLE! I WILLN.. HARRY!" Ron just caught sight of him and seemed very pleased to see him. "Hermonie," he called "Harry's here! How are you mate?" Ron looked very concerned. After assuring both Ron and Hermonie that he was fine, he was taken inside and treated to a night of normalcy. A night, which was, spent laughing and catching up with old friends, something that was getting increasingly hard to do in the current climate.
The Next Day.. Harry stood tiredly in front of Dumbledore's desk in his office, which was a room that was very familiar to him. He wondered absently, if it was a good thing that he was so well known in this office that the portraits on the walls greeted him like a long-lost friend. Dumbledore, beard even longer than before, sat in the chair in behind his desk and listened somberly to what the young auror had to say. The twinkle in his eyes seemed to die out as he listened. "Professor, we need something or someone to lift the spirits of the army and the people. Frankly, they have lost hope. It isn't like the last war; we have no notable names or famous aurors bar a few. Our army consists of people who were in Hogwarts with me! We need something to show Voldemort that we won't be defeated and the people that we still have hope!" Harry paused for breath " The last war we had the McKinnions and the Prewetts and the famous Marauders. Now all we have is one known marauder, seeing as Sirius is supposed to be dead and an army of young aurors who weren't even born last time! We are lacking in experience and confidence! We need help!" Harry seemed to run out momentum and fell silent and Dumbledore spoke thoughtfully, "I know. I will see what we can do" With that he dismissed Harry with a nod and a quiet "keep safe". His eyes followed Harry out of the door, noting his tired posture and eyes, so like his mothers, filled with pain and suffering. His students were out there fighting now and he had to watch people like Harry grow up before their years and see things that no one especially a child like Harry should see. Albus Dumbledore knew Harry was right, the side of light needed a boost, something to help regain the advantage of surprise. They needed people from the Order last time, the last war. People like the Marauders to help teach and guide. He sighed. He knew exactly what they needed but if he asked this of them, then all they had worked for would be ruined and he feared Harry wouldn't cope.
Dumbledore looked at the stack of parchment on his paper, records of the dead or wounded in the last six months. The lines in his face deepened and his face seemed so much older. He knew what he had to do for the greater good and he prayed to every god he knew that Harry would get through this.
Somewhere in Muggle America.
Lily Potter was scrubbing the pots and pans from dinner and the twins so called 'experiment'. Her mind was on her work as she hummed along to the Muggle radio. James often asked her why she didn't use magic to help clean and bake- it was so much easier. But Lily and James had cut themselves off from the wizarding world almost twenty years ago and although she and James had taught the twins how to use magic and basic auror defensive skills, she didn't like using magic. It was too painful to remind herself of the life she could have had. The life that she left behind.
The day had faded to a purple dusk and she smiled as James played football with Rowan, while Siobhan looked on. It was so funny to see James playing American football. The only sport he had ever liked was Quidditch but playing that here was impossible. Aiden wasn't exactly a Quidditch type of person. He liked to fly but limited opportunity and a fascination with Muggle technology left James without a fellow Quidditch fanatic. She wondered if Harry liked Quidditch, if he ever got to play for Hogwarts. She didn't even know what house he was in. He would have graduated a year ago. She wondered what kind of job he was doing now. Hopefully Quidditch or a job in the Ministry, maybe even an auror. But she reasoned that with the war over the wizarding world didn't need an army of Aurors.
A quiet knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. Wiping her hands on her apron and quickly adjusting her hair, she pulled open the front door, words of greeting dying on her lips. Before her stood an old man she had hoped never to see again. The last time she had seen him was the morning they left England. He had found out about their plan and tried to convince them otherwise. When that failed he wished them well and helped them on their journey. He placed two replacements to impersonate Lily and James until the appropriate actions could be taken. One day, a month after they had left he contacted them again and told them they didn't need to worry about a plausible plan of action to fake their deaths. He didn't go into details and James and herself just assumed that they had been killed on a mission and Harry went to live with Sirius. Now he stood there wearing a long purple cloak with a very somber expression on his old wrinkled face. "Hello Lily" Albus Dumbledore said quietly "Can we go inside?"
