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Summary: Years ago Harry Potter became known as the lost boy but everyone knows that things/people don't stay lost forever...
A Week after Harry Potter was kidnapped:
Dumbledore was worried. Ever since the disappearance of Harry James Potter the death eater attacks had decreased and, even in all his wisdom, Albus Dumbledore did not understand. The most logic explanation would indicate that somehow Voldemort had kidnapped the Potter boy but Albus didn't want to believe this, for what possible plans could the most vicious and demonic Dark Lord of the twentieth century want with a small innocent child?
To Albus the Potter's were like family, they were brothers in arms, what with the Order of the Phoenix and all, and so Albus could not think of the atrocities the man once known as Tom Riddle could be doing to the boy. The best case scenario would be that Voldemort had killed Harry via Avada Kedavra... but the worst... Albus shivered at the mere thought of it.
The only thing the great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore could do was to cast the thoughts of Harry James Potter out of his mind because even though the attacks had lessened he was still needed in the ongoing war, still needed to fight and plan. Albus was the Light Lord, always ready to face the imminent threat of the Dark Lord, meaning he couldn't worry about what had befallen the lost Potter child, couldn't entertain the feelings of worry and doubt. Albus was needed to appear strong while he led his people into battle after battle, not worrying about one boy, no matter how important he was.
However Albus still felt sorrow for losing Harry but he told himself that he could not dwell on those feelings nor dwell on the dread building up deep inside his heart, and with that notion inside his head, Albus put all memories of the lost boy into his pensieve. By placing the memories into the pensieve Albus was able to put Harry Potter's possible situation of being in the hands of Lord Voldemort to the back of his mind, not forgotten, but buried far away beneath layers and layers of occlumency shields. For although Albus wanted to forget what his dear friend logic seemed to spit and thrust at him, the information provided meant that one day Harry could possibly return, and Albus decided long ago that one could never be too careful, prompting him not to erase the knowledge of Harry's possible whereabouts, only bury it and hope that it was not true.
Two months later
Albus Dumbledore walked into the room he'd ordered within the Hog's Head and waited for the woman he would be interviewing: Sybil Trelawney. She was applying for the post of Professor of Divination and although Albus was sceptical of her merits and sceptical of her claims of being a seer, he would still hear her out.
The second the thought of letting the woman compete for the teaching post popped into his head the door opened and a slightly crazed looking woman shuffled in, neither closing the door behind her or looking up from the part of floor her eyes had settled on, that is until Albus coughed, causing her head to jerk up and meet the twinkling blue eyes belonging to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
'Sybil Trelawney I presume?' Albus asked, already the seed of doubt about Miss Trelawney's seer abilities rapidly escalating within his mind.
'Yes, that is who I am, and I must say I'm very sorry Headmaster Dumbledore.'
'Sorry for what my dear girl?'
'Before entering this room I felt the descent of death's hand and I watched as he wrapped the limb around your soul and then not mere moments later when I entered this room I saw the grim! I'm afraid, Headmaster, that you have little time left in the world of Wizards.'
The girl said it with such sorrow and absolute conviction that Albus didn't have the heart to tell her that she was seeing things and that, although at first he'd considered her for the position, now he could see she was a fraud, not suitable to become the next Divination Professor. Therefore because of the pity he felt for the slightly crazed women in front of him all Albus did was smile, ask her to take a seat and then he began the frivolous and unnecessary task of interviewing the girl, the rejection already slithering around inside his head, waiting to be written down on a letter of condolences.
Rejection was still planted deep within his mind by the time the interview was finished and Albus was proclaiming his thanks and goodbyes, that is rejection of Miss Trelawney was there until he was reaching for the door handle and he heard a much deeper voice behind him instead of the slightly wispy tone he had listened to for the past hour.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
Of course after that all thoughts of not excepting Miss Trelawney as the next Divination professor went dashing out of Albus' head. If circumstances were to be believed and even his own eyes, Sybil had just made the prophecy that predicted the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
'Finally things are looking up,' Albus thought as he congratulated the slightly befuddled and confused new Divination professor, never noticing the dark shadowy form of one Severus Snape slink away to tell his master the first half of the prophecy that predicted his downfall...
Two years later
It had happened; the prophecy had finally come true. Lord Voldemort had fallen to the might of little Edward Potter: the chosen one. The victory had come at the expense of the boys grandparents but he still had his parents; he still had Lily and James Potter to guide him and help him understand his role in defeating Voldemort once and for all.
Albus knew Voldemort was not dead, only severely weakened, but it would be at least a decade before Lord Voldemort was even able to cast a spell, that was the consequence of going up against Old Magicks and losing. Within this time the training of Edward Potter could commence and yet Albus could still allow the boy to have the childhood he deserved before burdening his shoulders with the threat of defeating Voldemort once and for all.
Albus smiled, things were getting better and ultimately Albus knew the light would triumph, what could possibly go wrong?
Voldemort screamed as he was banished from the Potter house and sent back to Riddle Manor. He screamed when he learnt of Edward Potter, the boy that had beaten him, the boy-who-lived. But then the greatest dark wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort, laughed. He looked down upon his pathetic yet faithful servant Pettigrew and laughed. Two years ago his servant had delivered him the perfect weapon and he would weep the rewards of training the Potter's boy for one main purpose: to kill the boy-who-lived.
Severus shivered as he felt the Dark Lord's amusement through his mark, wondering how after being beaten by a one year old he could still find mirth in his surroundings. The Dark Lord never laughed, he only shouted and cursed, and so Severus Snape shivered in horrified wonder about what could make the twisted snake like man laugh and hoped to all the highly incompetent Gods that he would never find out.
The Daily Prophet
By Rita Skeeter
My dear readers it's time to rejoice! You Know Who is finally gone and it's all down to the boy who lived: Edward Potter.
We all knew the Potter family was descended from greatness and even after the tragedies that have befallen the family (See page 5), especially the loss of their son and heir, Harry James Potter (page 10 exclusive- Is the Boy really Lost?), we knew that their second son would carry on the legacy that comes with the Potter name.
Remember tonight readers that the reason you can sleep without nightmares and without the possibility of an attack is because of the event that went on at Godric's Hollow.
Edward Potter has saved us from the reign of terror He Who Must Not Be Named was trying to enforce on the wizarding world and he will forever be known in the history books because legacies like this one heroic little boy only come around once in a lifetime.
And so we at the Daily Prophet urge you to hold your glass high and celebrate this miraculous day, celebrate the hero we are indebted to, celebrate the boy who lived! (Continued on page 4)
Follow up stories:
The Life and Times of Jacob and Mary Potter (page 12)
Manhunt on for Peter Pettigrew (page 6)
Are fairies real? (page 24)
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