Chapter 2:
Last time on Forgotten…
He was about to leave to go to the bathroom when the ice-cream bar stirred nervously as if an invisible cloud of gloom had arrived. A few moments later, Harry heard a loud boom accompanied by the sound of a woman screaming. Then all hell broke loose.
Down in the alley, people screamed in terror and drew their wands. Harry tensed and looked around warily. He saw Lily portkey out with Callistus while James rushed outside with his wand out in front of him and snorted. Nobody payed Harry any heed as they either apparated out or drew their wands. Harry knew he should off run, or hid, but something, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was leading him, almost pulling him, out of the door and out of the Florean Fortesques.
Harry looked around the alley, which was full of screaming people, disapparating people, and people with wands drawn. Making his way through a particularly thick thong of people, he finally glimpsed what was causing all the commotion.
There, outside of Gringotts, were a squad of about twenty figures in black robes and a white mask. They were drawing their wands and pointing them in the sky.
'How did they get out of Azkaban?' Harry hissed to Sonoro, who did the equivalent of a shrug. He ducked into a nearby alley before anyone could notice him and turned to the death eaters again.
One of them cackled in a high pitch. She was obviously female.
"Wizards and witches of the wizarding world, hear us now!" She screamed. Harry winced at the high tone.
"You might think that the dark lord is gone. The auror's and the order of the fired chicken might have told you he's gone, and everything's pitch perfect, but that is false. The dark lord will rise again and everyone shall bow down to him!" A second, male voice shouted. The death eaters all raised their wands.
"The dark lord!" They all shouted and fired a spell into the air in unison. The remaining people all ran away screaming and the air was suddenly filled with loud popping noises.
'The aurors!' Harry thought.
Around thirty men and women in grey and white robes suddenly appeared and started throwing spells at the death eaters. More men and women apparated in, this time wearing scarlet and gold robes.
'The order of the phoenix!' Harry realised. The aurors and order were now throwing spells in rapid succession at the death eaters, but it was like there was a shield around them. All the spells disappeared five meters away from the death eaters, who were laughing at their attempts.
"Morsmodre!" One of them shouted. Harry watched in morbid fascination as a green skull with a snake coming out of its mouth rose into the air.
He tensed.
He could feel it. He could feel the pull of magic that signalled something or someone was going to come. Something extremely powerful.
And it came.
Two figures appeared at the same time at different sides of the street.
On the right side, in front of the aurors and order, was a tall man wearing a pair of periwinkle robes with golden stars on them. The man wore a tall hat and his long white beard was tucked into his belt. His eyes also lacked their usual twinkle.
Harry snarled.
'Albus Dumbledore' He hissed to Sonoro who glared at the man.
In a roundabout way, Albus Dumbledore was responsible for his life. Had he not claimed Callistus Potter the 'saviour', Harry could very possibly not have to sleep in an attic due to the fact that Callistus liked to mess with his things for fun along with his pals such as the blood-traitor Weasley, Longbottom and Finnegan. Harry sneered just thinking about them. James and Sirius Black both claimed the quadruple the 'second generation Marauders'. Dumbledore also had given Callistus private lessons in magic, and after those lessons, Callistus would always shoot spells such as Langlock and Defango at Harry for entertainment. The 'second generation Marauders' would roar in laughter as Harry tried in vain to regain his dignity. And every time this happened, Harry would curse Albus Dumbledore for teaching his twin prank spells. Honestly, what were prank spells going to do against Voldemort? Was he going to walk up to Voldemort and give him acne? It didn't help that Lily and James always encouraged their son.
On the left side of the street stood a figure wearing regal purple robes. He was bald, had a face that was pale as paper, had no nose and his eyes were blood red.
'Lord Voldemort' Harry gasped mentally.
Growing up to the twin of Callistus Potter, Harry was basically left to his own devices. Lily and James only paid attention to him when he did things such as wearing Slytherin robes out in public. Heck, the only people who truly cared about Harry was Remus Lupin and the house elves. They made sure he was fed and watered. Harry mainly spent his time in the Potter library, which was simply amazing. Harry enjoyed reading about the dark arts, and he thought that Lord Voldemort was not evil.
No, he simply thought that Purebloods were better. And Harry completely agreed. Filthy muggles. Just look at Lily's sister, Petunia. Unappreciative of the talents and blessings of wizard kind.
Lord Voldemort's snake like slit eyes turned to the order and aurors, who seemed to be petrified at the sight of the dark wizard. Dumbledore just stared and blinked at Voldemort before gaining his calm, grandfatherly façade again.
"Hello Tom. It certainly is a surprise to see you here today, with the aurors here," Dumbledore spoke, while slowly drawing his wand inconspicuously. Voldemort, however noticed the slight motion and raised his wand in a flash.
"Dumbledore, you old coot. You certainly didn't expect this, did you?" Voldemort hissed. Then, he let out a cruel laugh.
"No matter, I shall destroy you and what you love today!" And with that, Voldemort smiled his grotesque smile.
"My loyal followers, come, for today we shall destroy the light and all they fight for!" He shouted.
"Everybody, defend the alley!" Dumbledore roared and raised his wand at the same time Voldemort did. On cue, loud pops filled the air.
More aurors, order members and death eaters had arrived.
With a shout, the death eaters broke their shield and charged at the light. The light did the same.
All throughout the spell fire, Harry watched with baited breath and prayed he would not be found, or worse yet, hit. He slowly crawled backwards got to another small alley which he ducked into and ran down. The alley deposited him outside of the leaky cauldron, which Harry rushed into.
Looking around, Harry found that the place was empty. Abandoned chairs and food lay scattered around the place. Tom the bartender was nowhere to be seen.
Harry wildly looked around.
'There!' He thought and rushed over to the floo. Peering inside the pot, he saw that there was one more pinch of floo powder left. Harry took it and threw it into the floo.
"Potter manor, second atrium!" He yelled. The swirling fire turned green and he stepped in, to arrive in a golden room the size of a classroom. This was the Potter's second atrium, in case their first was blocked. Harry tiptoed to the grand staircase.
'Shh' Sonoro hissed to Harry, who shot her an annoyed look. He made it to the top of the stairs. He went into the attic room.
'Sonoro, where do you think I should keep my wand?' He hissed.
'You should always keep it on you. You don't know when you'll need it' She hissed back. Harry nodded.
'Hold on Sonoro. I need to use the bathroom,' He told her and deposited her on her rock. She hissed happily. Harry crept back down the stairs to the nearest bathroom. On the way there, however, he heard voices and froze.
"Lily, the floo has been recently opened," He heard the voice of James Potter. Lily Potter gasped.
"Oh no! Is it death eaters? They could hurt my poor Callistus!" She cried.
"Relax, Lily. The floo is channelled to only let in people we have approved of. Only family members can get in without my noticing," He assured her.
"But, who could it be?" She wondered. They pondered until James yelped.
"It's Harry! He was using the floo!" He yelled. Then he frowned.
"But where did he floo in from? I thought he didn't even come with us to Diagon," He told Lily.
"Well, he must have. Who else could it have been? Let's go look for him to ask him," Lily said and they began climbing the stairs. Harry saw the top of their heads appear and adopted a stiff position.
"Ahh, Harry. There you are. Say, where were you today?" Asked James with a smile. Harry regarded him coldly.
"How is that any of your business?" He sneered, looking a lot like Severus Snape. Lily and James blinked at the similarity.
"Harry," Lily tried. "We're just worried about you. Were you at Diagon today?" She asked. Harry snorted.
"If you must know, I was with you guys all along. I just stayed at florean fortesques while you guys went to rescue our wonder boy," He told them distantly. Lily and James nodded and started heading back down the stairs, no doubt to pamper Callistus some more.
Harry smirked and went back to the library to get some more books. He spent a few hours reading the book of transfiguration Grade 3 before getting a house elf to serve him dinner. Then, he washed up and went to bed.
'Goodnight Sonoro' He hissed while slipping into his covers.
'Goodnight, little one' She hissed back.
Meanwhile, downstairs, at the living room, three adults sat around mugs of hot chocolate.
"Albus, what should we do?" Lily Potter asked nervously. Albus stroked his beard in thought.
"This is going to be a problem if we don't help it," He said while nursing his hot chocolate.
"Albus," James spoke up. "Why don't we send him to Lily's sister Petunia? If we keep him, he could distract Callistus from his training and he will always feel second to Callistus. He'll be jealous and when they get older, he'll try to hurt Callistus. He could be the downfall of the wizarding world!" Albus and Lily nodded solemnly.
"It's decided then. First thing tomorrow, we'll send Harry to Petunia," Lily decided. The three adults nodded. They drank their hot chocolate and made small talk. At last, Dumbledore bade the Potters farewell. The morning dawned bright and early, as if mocking Harry.