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How's it going hope you all enjoy and please review
RESPONSES:
MsalaI am so honoured that such an accomplished author would like my story, any input from you would be brilliant and to answer your question: I am still sadly going to take care of the Potters as some serious character building because Rogue is not a good guy he's more of a anti hero than an innocent Harry Potter. Although he's not dark and won't kill innocents etc. And he will NOT go to the dursleys as that a large portion of wasted time for his experience etc. Thanks for the review please do again!
IMPORTANT:The British wizarding world will take a backseat after the death of Voldemort but it will develop over time and it WILL return. Although we will begin to focus on assassin's creed more. Please give it a chance I think you'll enjoy it.
To James's upmost disappointment making a baby involved a lot of reading and studying on Lily's behalf. For James it meant lots of long lectures and theorising but for them at the end of the day if it meant getting to live freely with their son it was worth anything.
On the 30th of July Lily woke James with a pillow to the face as their young son looked on and giggled at the sight of his parents happy. Lily told James that the time was almost upon them and that he needed to go to Knockturn alley to get some powdered unicorn horn that has been soaked in grindylow ink for 10 years. The reason for secrecy and use of the black market was that unlike the rest of the world dark magic of any kind was prohibited in Britain as it was 'evil'. So to do this particular once important ritual rules were broken and sometimes completely ignored.
When James returned with the horn he found Lily on her hands and knees in their spare room on the cold stone floor that lay bare after she had ripped up the carpet. She was carefully drawing a perfect 21 cornered pentagram (AN: Or whatever it's called) which was fiddly but important as it was an incredibly powerful number as it was divisible by 9 (33) and 3 and 7 all incredibly powerful in their own right but combined. It should be more than enough to preform the ritual at full strength.
As this was happening an old man with long wispy hair and a white beard that was tucked into his ridiculously colourful robes was strolling down a brightly lit festive alley looking at anyone that passed by from over his half moon spectacles. He was every bit the caring grandfather persona he tried to portray but under the skin he was a manipulative mastermind devious enough to make even the most radical people do his every whim.
The man's name, Albus Dumbledore. Honoured supreme mugwump etc. Etc. Lord of all good and light blah blah.
Said self proclaimed lord continued through the village alley past a snow laden pub named "the three broomsticks" which looked lovely and homely to a slightly dingier alley that split from the main Street. His destination was the rather unsettling pub named the Hogs Head which was decorated with a literal hogs head, grimacing the walking rainbow opened the door with a large groan and found himself hit with a disgusting pungent odour of rats and pipe smoke.
Dumbledore walked into the thick haze and walked steadily to a bar stool opposite a young woman clad in many shawls and had huge bottle cap glasses that makes her look like a large hippy mosquito. Settling himself he leant over and asked the bar keeper, who happened to be his brother Aberforth for a drink of honey mead. Completely ignoring his brother he walked away to serve another customer who happened to be covered in huge pockmarks.
"The types of people he allows in here is disgusting, and he still hasn't forgiven me for Ariana's death!" Dumbledore thought exasperated at his brother's stubborn love of his magically retarded sister.
The woman who he would be interviewing for the divination job looked at him unnervingly with misty eyes, "I sense ... discord between the two of you." she spoke in a clearly drunken slur. Albus mentally rolled his eyes another day, another crackpot he thought bored already.
"Well!" he said clapping his hands, "Lets get this interview started."
Normally an interviewee is nervous but excited about the prospects of a new job. But Trawnley was not exited just nervous she may have been a seer heir but it clearly didn't run in the family, across the duration of the interview Albus grew less and less convinced that she could even read the newspaper never mind decipher the future of the news!
After hearing enough he said a jolly farewell to his brother (no response) and bid Trawnley goodnight saying that he would be in touch (ha), seeing his unimpressed sceptical look she panicked and racked her mind desperately for any answer.
Then as if she was possessed her mind blanked and she slumped unconscious, Dumbledore shot to her aid but as he turned her around he jumped a little as she straight out and her eyes went from misty blue to cloudy green/ grey. Others in the bar turned around to face the stiff saying woman.
Taking in a choked breath she recited:
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
Dumbledore stepped back in shock before realising what had been said. A prophecy! To defeat Voldemort! How dare they! He was the hero of the wizarding world, he alone should be worshipped as a god among men!
Rage coursed through him before being replaced with cold unfeeling determination, mentally thinking over the prophecy he came to the conclusion that the child must belong to either the Longbottoms or the Potters as both had defied and escaped Voldemort 3 times. Furthermore they were both expecting a child any day now the seven month... Yes he could leak the prophey to Voldemort get him to kill the parents and mark either baby as an equal. Then take the baby to be raised by either the Longbottom matriarch (who would raise the child weak and self conscious, as she was forceful and stubborn) or Lily's bitch no-maj sister who would hate the child making him weak and malleable... Perfect.
Happy with this plan he looked around at the open-mouthed drinkers in the pub, using a mass obliviation charm all soon forgot about what they had heard. When Trawnley regained consciousness he clapped the confused woman on the back, "well my dear seems like you got the job, please arrive at Hogwarts on September the first for your new year." He said jovially to her, noticing that a certain greasy haired figure was trying to escape unnoticed. Walking out of the pub into the dark he silently stunned the eavesdropper in the back, stealthily he dragged the spy who he discovered to be Serverus Snape an old student turned death eater of his.
Quickly he obliviated the last sentences of the prophecy in his mind and sent a very strong compulsion on Snape to tell his lord about what he had heard.
The old man smiled, he had found his leak.
Standing up and brushing himself off the old man turned away back down the street to the three broomsticks for a drink when he Bagan to ponder what he had heard earlier today from Frank Longbottom. When he was told by Frank that Lily Potter was pregnant he was furious how dare they not tell him. He was a Lord of light, the punisher if evil!
He deserved to know everything, it made complete sense that he could not detect it as those damn unspeakables were very advanced at disguises and obscure branches of magic. (Not that he would admit that to anyone) But now he had the chance to scare the wench and get her and her no good husband wiped from the face of the earth... Excellent.
At the same time unaware of the prophecy a young red head was explaining to her two companions her husband and his best friend about the ritual they were about to preform.
"Right, so this is the blood adoption ritual that will make our son, well our son it will make him look like me and James and will combine our blood and DNA with his actual parents DNA making him our child and heir in blood." She told them.
James beamed and jumped up and down whilst Sirius grinned happy for his friends. "Oh and Sirius," she began again getting the formers attention, "Would you do us the honour of being Harry's (AN: Sorry forgot to mention that they named him a few days after he was brought to them by Lily (Harry James Potter))
godfather?"
Sirius stopped grinning and worried the ecstatic James for a second before shouting incoherently in joy and beaming like James. "I would be honoured." He choked out emotion betraying him.
After a few minutes of hugs etc. They brought out Harry and sat him in the centre of the pentagon, James began to burn the unicorn horn that was used for awakening blood magic (thus why its banned as blood magic is 'dark' and therefore 'evil'. Note sarcasm)
Lily and James stood left and right of Harry respectively with Sirius on the opposite prong of the pentagon (or whatever it is with 21 side) Lily with a wave of her wand lit all the candles on the corners of the pentagon.
Magic swirled around the room startling the 3 adults, the only one not upset or shocked by the display of power was the baby who squealed in joy waving it's arms enjoying the feeling of raw energy radiating from the pentagon.
Lily summoned a crystal bowl from the side of the room and drew a small goblin made sacrificial dagger that was heavily laden with rubies and topaz. She had recently received from the vast Potter vaults. Slicing across her hands she then passed the knife to her husband and he copied her.
They then clamped hands wincing over the crystal bowl as the blood dripped into it. Lily the lifted Harry up as he gurgled happily at her, gently she put a small cut on his hand then as he sniffed healed it instantly. The blood dropped into the bowl that James was now holding and Lily then set down Harry after dipping her index finger into the bowl of their mixed blood and placed a drop of blood onto her new sons forehead. Similar to a Hindus 3rd eye.
After doing that the Potter parents crossed their hands over their chests and chanted:
"Adspiceret nostrum puer dileccionis et deuocionis et hoc oro ut eum et nostra dici liceat. Sic fiat semper." (This child, please witness our love and devotion to him and we pray that this will be allowed. So mote it be)
With those words light blazed into the room as the candles shot up a meter causing all shadows to be exiled from the room. You could cut the magic in the air with a knife. To seal the spell Sirius finished off the chant: Testes horum studio et amore parentum pueri possunt recipere ut filio et heredi et in sanguine animae. Sic fiat semper.
(I have witnessed the love and devotion of these parents, may they receive this boy as their son and heir, in all blood and soul. So mote it be.)
With these words the candles melted instantly into puddles and the flames died out into complete blackness. Silence reigned until a loud gasp from James erupted across the room. The reason was that from their new sons eyes was a bright green light that shone like a lighthouse in a stormy day guiding ships home.
As the light died leaving a shocked couple and new godfather Lily switched back on the lights revealing a giggling baby browner blonde tussled hair like James's yet with the slight fringe curl he got from his biological mother.
His eyes glowed a bright green which held a dull glow and inside his irises were shot with a noticeable glowing gold. (as in literally glowing) the only thing unchanged was his Italian skin tone. Which had given way a little because the adoption had de aged him slightly so he appeared as a new-born.
Lily, James and Sirius all had tears in their eyes as they looked at the small baby in front of them. This was it, this was the birth and beginning of Harry James Potter.
Yay next chapter up soon about life with the potters.Rogue Auditore
