I do not own anything you recognise, that belongs solely to J.K. Rowling.
I know this type of story is practically done to death but I love the Marauders and think it would be funny for them to read the Harry Potter series, this is set when Lily is starting to realise her feelings for James so here we go.
Please, please review.
"Alright everybody ready?"
"Yes Moony just read already" the Marauders and Lily were in a room with a high ceiling, I huge fire and lots of red and gold seats and furniture such as couches and bean bag chairs.
"touchy" Remus teased but started to read none the less.
THE BOY WHO LIVED.
"The boy who lived ohh intrigue already and we haven't even read the first line" Sirius said bouncing on his seat.
"Sirius are you going to be like this the entire time we read, cause ill likely end up hexing you" Lily replied in an amused tone. Honestly what was wrong with her, last month she hated these boys, now she was joking around with them.
"Shush Moony's reading"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
"Boring!"
They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
"Oh, of course not"
"PADFOOT!"
"Sorry?"
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.
Sirius gave Lily a confused look "Drills?
"Umm pieces of metal muggles use to make holes."
He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors.
'Mrs Dursley, sounds a lot like Petunia. But no that can't be right, what would Petunia be doing in a book about one of James' relatives. Unless, no that can't be right. There's no way something happens between me and James, I mean ... could it.'
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley
"Dudley? Dudley Dursley? Really?"
and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
"Hey whats wrong with the Potters, were brilliant!" James defended
"Yea, they're a little full of themselves but other than that." Sirius teased
"Are not"
"Are too"
"Not"
"Too"
"Not"
"Too"
"Not"
"SHUT UP! Why am I friends with you two?"
"Because we're adorable" James and Sirius sang together.
Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,
Lily sighed "Sounds just like me and Petunia"
James smiled at her apologetically "I'm sorry"
"It's fine, I should be used to it, it just hurts a little."
because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
"What makes them think I want my son mixing with a child like Dudley!"
"How do you know he's your son?"
"I just do is all."
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work,
"Most boring why would anyone pick out their most boring tie." Asked Remus incredulously
"Because he's a stooge, probably doesn't approve of imagination either" James joked.
and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
"Brat"
None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed,because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house.
"Wow this kid makes Reg look like a baby angel"
He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar, a cat reading a map.
"Minnie!" Sirius shouted gleefully
"You don't know it's her!" said James
"Bet you 10 galleons"
"You're on."
"Easiest money I've ever made"
For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen, when he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of. It must have been a trick of the light.
"Why must they insist on ignoring magic?"
"They fear what they don't understand, that's why me and Tuney have the relationship we do. A combination of a fear and jealousy"
Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.
"But Minnie does!"
Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
"Oh yes, what a thrilling day that will be. Can't you just see that now, it's like a dream come true!"
"Sirius, we are never going to get through this book if you keep interrupting!"
"Sorry Petal"
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks.
"What wrong with that?"
"Muggles aren't used to seeing people in cloaks, Prongs." Remus replied with what was clearly practiced patience"
Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by.
"For them to be in large groups, in public, in cloaks, something big must have happened. We're not usually this careless."
They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people were obviously collecting for something...
"Collecting?" the three boys turned to Lily looking for a explaination.
"Umm, sometimes Muggles go out with buckets and try to collect money for different charities, sometimes they dress up in weird cloths so that people will notice them." Lily tried to explain, it seemed to placate the boys no matter how vague an explanation it was.yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr.Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at night time. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more.
"Well at least he has a hobby."
"He's a horrible man, who enjoys shouting at other people? It's just mean, people like him make me sick."
He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.
"As if he need more to eat, the whale!" Surprisingly this came from Lily, the boys shared a look but thought it best not to comment.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying."The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead.
"What about my son and wife? What's happened? What could we have done that people are risking exposure?" James was starting to panic, he had a bad feeling about this.
"Prongs mate. If you'd shut up and let me read then we might be able to find out."
Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid.
"Wow, that must be a change. Bet his brain has never been this taxed."
"Ugh Lily" James started timidly "You don't really like this Dursley much do you?"
"He just seems like a horrid man."
"Yea, he is a toerag. I'm with ya Petal"
Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.
"He doesn't even know his nephews name!"
Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold.
"I would never name my son Harvey or Harold!"
There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister.
"Whipped"
He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks...He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door."Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"
A deafening science followed. Everyone sat stunned, nobody knew what to say. James was the first to speak up "Did I hear you right?" Remus just nodded. "HELL YEA! MOLDYSHORTS IS GONE! WHOOOOO!" Sirius effectively snapped them all out of their shock. "YES! OH YEA, OH YEA, OH YEA!" Lily jumped up and started doing a happy dance, it took all of two seconds for the boys to join in.
It took them ten minutes for them to calm down enough for Remus to continue reading.
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
"His arms fit?"
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was.
"It's a non-magical person."
"Yes Padfoot, we know."
He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
"Like I said"
"Will you stop interrupting, all of you!" Remus was getting tired of the interruptions.
"Sorry" they all said collectively
As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes."Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look.
"That's so McGonagall, Moony pay up"
"We don't know for certain yet." Remus replied, 'I really don't want to give him the money. Please don't let this be McGonagall.'
Was this normal cat behavior. Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.
"Yet again, whipped"Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Shan't!").
"Ugh I hate this kid already, he reminds me of Reg. You know his first work was pure. Pureblood git!" Sirius snapped, if he had one sore point it was his family.
"You realise that we're purebloods too right?" James asked as though he was speaking to a two year old.
"Yes Prongsie, but me and you, we're bloodtraitors." Sirius smirked proudly.
Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin."Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim." "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."
Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain. Owls flying by daylight. Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place. And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...
"Guess he's not as stupid as he looks"
"You don't know what he looks like"
"You know what I mean Moony!"Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you."
Lily gasped and stared at the book with wide eyes. "What? Lily, what's wrong?" James asked getting worried she was sitting there still as a statue. "My sister." She spoke not moving her eyes form the book, now it was time for Sirius and Remus to worry. "Love what about your sister?" Sirius asked this was the most serious (no pun intended) he had been sense they started.
"Her name is Petunia, and her long term boyfriend, I'm ninety percent certain his name is Dursley."
"I MARRY LILY EVANS! This is the best day anyone will ever have!" James was jumping up and down excited.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Remus and Sirius shouted gleefully, thoroughly relieved that they would no longer have to partake in his "Make Lily Evans love me" schemes.
"Oh really the best day ever? Better than our Wedding day? Or the day our son is born?" Lily mocked.
"Well I ..." But Lily just cut him off by motioning for Remus to continue reading.
As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
"Of course she does."
"No," she said sharply. "Why." "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..." "So." snapped Mrs. Dursley."Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd."
"Her crowd?"
"Wizards, it's what she calls us. Merlin forbid she treat us like humans, we're not a different species."
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he." "I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly."What's his name again. Howard, isn't it." "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me."
"I like that name! It's so much better than Dudley. Who is she to talk about names when she has named her son Dudley Dursley." Lily started ranting.
"Lily, love" he tentatively reached out a hand to rub her arm and for the first time she didn't flinch away from her touch. "Harry doesn't have to met her if you don't want him to and if you do there's still time to change you relationship with her."
"I don't want to change my relationship with her she's done too many things I can't forgive but I still love her and she doesn't have to take out whatever she has against me on my son."
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree." He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed.While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there.
"It's so McGonagall"
"Not necessarily!"
"Yes necessarily!"It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.Was he imagining things. Could all this have anything to do with the Potters. If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of - well, he didn't think he could bear it.
"Yes well me and Lily don't want to be related to you either!"The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs.Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind...
Lily was glaring at the book by this point.
He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on - he yawned and turned over - it couldn't affect them...How very wrong he was.Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
"Dumbles!" Sirius shouted attempting to defuse the tension coming from Lily, it worked and she broke out into a small fit of giggles.
This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
"Like I said." Sirius sang.
"Yes we all knew it was Dumbledore Padfoot."
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome.
"He probably did, but just didn't care." Lily corrected the book.
He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."
Sirius turned to Remus with his signature I told you so look.
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street
"I want one!"
were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it."Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
"YES! PAY UP MOONY!"
Remus sighed and begrudgingly handed over the 10 galleons.
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled."How did you know it was me." she asked."My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
"All day? Why was she there all day? Why was she there at all? James what's happened to us?" Lily was pacing panicking. James shot a desperate glance at Remus. He motioned for him to help her.
James stopped her pacing with an embrace, and surprising herself and everyone else in the room she leaned into it and hugged him back. Shell-shocked and not knowing what to do next he motioned for Remus to continue.
"All day. When you could have been celebrating. I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily."Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently.
"Bet our party's the best, because let's face it the Marauders always throw" Sirius was cut off by Lily's glare. 'Gives a whole new meaning the term if looks could kill.' "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle.
"Leave Diggle alone! I like him."
"He's a thief, of course you like him."
He never had much sense." "You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years." "I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."
"I know everyone's excited, but they really should be more carefull."
"You're no fun, people just want to celebrate Moony. You heard Dumbles, no fun for eleven years. Thank Merlin we're in Hogwarts, I think I'd die if I had no one to prank. DIE!" Sirius chastised in his usual over dramatic mood. Making it into a joke as per usual.
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore." "It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop."
"A what?"
"A type of muggle sweet."
"A what." "A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of" "No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"
"Yes, now we're going to find out what happened to him." All the teens were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting to find out what was the ultimate downfall of Voldemort.
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name. All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.
"I say Voldemort."
"Me too"
"Me too"
"Me too""I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of." "You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
"Only because they're dark and he's too noble to use them."
"Only because you're too - well - noble to use them."
"Wow Lils you think like McGonagall. Creepy."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."
"Ooh, I think I just threw up a little." Remus said turning a little green.
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying. About why he's disappeared. About what finally stopped him." It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now.
"Ohh the stare, I hate the stare."
"Yea it's like she's seeing right down into your soul, and can tell if you're lying or not"
"Well not of the time you are lying, are you not?" Lily raised an eyebrow.
It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer."What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow.
James turned ghostly pale, "Godric's Hollow? My family's from Godric's Hollow?" He turned to Lily to find her staring at the book with wide eyes.
He went to find the Potters.
"I'm really not liking this." Sirius was sitting still as a statue.
The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are - are - that they're - dead. " Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
Everyone sat silent in shock, no one meting each other's gazes. Nobody knew what to say. Slowly they turned to look at Lily and James, to see their responses. They were staring at each other, Lily was the first to speak in a small voice "I can't believe we're going to die in four years, we'll only be 21."
She flung her arms around James and buried her face in his neck, while breaking down in tears. James slowly stroked her hair while trying to make console her. "Shush love, don't cry. I hate to see you upset." James didn't know how he was feeling, he just wanted to make sure that Lily was okay. She was more important than he was. Sirius and Remus didn't know what to say James was their brother and they had gotten a lot closer to Lily this year, since she had loosened up a bit and James had deflated his head. "Lily and James... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it...Oh, Albus..."
" Nice to know she cares." Sirius said trying to defuse the tension in the room though his heart wasn't in it, he was still stuck on the fact that in four years his brother for the past 7 years would be dead, along with lily who he had really grown to care about.
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all.They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry.
"WHAT! HE BETTER NOT HAVE HURT OUR SON! MY BABY, HOW DARE HE! OH HE'S REALLY TOUGH ISNT HE, HURTING A BABY. James!"
James spoke in a low voice that was eerily calm "We are going to change this, I will not allow this, this thing to hurt you or our son. If it is the last thing I do I will protect you."
But - he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone.
"My son defeated Voldemort. MY son defeated Voldemort. MY SON DEFEATED VOLDEMORT!"James started to happy dance around the room, Sirius and Remus joined in while Lily dried her eyes and began to laugh at their antics. After about 5 minutes they finally calmed down enough to continue reading.Dumbledore nodded glumly."It's - it's true." faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little boy.
"I wonder why?"
"Because he's my son, he's awesome."
It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive." "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
"Which means he has a pretty good idea."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch.It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way." "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places." "I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"WHAT, NO NOT MY SISTER! SHE WILL NOT TREAT HIM RIGHT, GIVE HIM TO SISIUS, HE'S HIS GODFATHER! GIVE HIM TO ANYONE ELSE!"
"Why don't you want him to go to your sister?"
"I'm his Godfather?"
"You saw the way she talked about me James, imagine how she will treat Harry and Sirius of course you're the godfather, who else?"
"YES!, thank you Petal" Sirius jumped on her "thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Padfoot! Really not the time!" James chuckled at his friends antics. He always knew that Sirius would be his kid godfather but he was still upset that Lily would die and he would never be able to see his son grow up.
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here." cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four."Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets.
"YES, Minnie talk sense into him! Send him to live with me, I'd treat him like he was my own kid."
Harry Potter come and live here!" "It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter, he thinks he can explain all this in a letter. I'll be shocked if she doesn't shred it!"
"A letter." repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter. These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!" "Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember!
"He has a point, I hate it but he has a point."
Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, 2and then said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore." She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"He better not be, I understand that he has the best intentions in giving Harry to your sister but so help me Merlin if he has Harry in that cloak I'll kill the old kook.""Hagrid's bringing him." "You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this."
"I would trust Hagrid with my life" the four teens said at once. They then shared a look then burst out laughing.
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore."I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that." A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.
"A flying motorcycle? I want one! I bet its mine!"
"Sirius, no one's going to take that bet. No one else is crazy enough to own a flying motorcycle."
"It's not crazy, it's ... unique?"
"whatever Pads"If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
"Harry" Lily gushed."Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle." "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me.
"YES!"
"Sirius I'm not kidding, if you don't stop talking I'm going to hex you into next week."
"Shutting up!"
I've got him, sir." "No problems, were there." "No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair
"Oh great his father's hair."
"HEY! You interrupted!"
"SIRIUS!"
"Shutting."
over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning."Is that where -." whispered Professor McGonagall."Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever." "Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore." "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
"Ugh, okay then. That's good to know."
Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with." Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house."Could I - could I say good-bye to him, sir." asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
"OI! I resent that.""Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!" "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily an' James dead - an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -"
"Awk, we have to go visit him, I haven't been to see him in a while. I forgot how sweet he is."
"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered,
"And the Minnie we know and love is back."
patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.
The all looked saddened at this it wasn't normal, Dumbledore was always so happy. Even when you were in trouble, you couldn't feel resentful towards him with that glint in his eyes."Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations." "Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night."I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four."Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
"That's it. Who wants to read next?"
"I will, but first, Lily are you okay?" Lily was smiling, it was a sharp contrast as to how she was earlier.
"Yea it's just – we have a son James. A little baby boy, a cute, tiny little person and he's ours." Lily was beaming at him in a way that made his heart flutter. "I mean I hate the fact that we're dead and we don't get to watch him grow up. But he's ours."
"I know how you feel, he's ours I'm going to be a father. I can't wait to meet him. And listen now might not be the best time to ask this but do you want to go to the next Hogsmeade weekend with me?" "yes James, ill go with you" Lily laughed at his asking now, of all times.
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