Fanfiction: Not Real
"Well this is a most interesting occurrence."
Albus Dumbledore was dressed in his usual purple robes, a matching purple hat, and his blue eyes were on full twinkle. "Lemon drop, anyone?"
Remus took a lemon drop, while the other two declined. Dumbledore continued,"I would suggest we go to my office, there's the possibility of somebody barging in here, much like I just did."
"Yes, that's a good idea, Albus," Mcgonagall seemed to coming out of her shock. "I hope you don't mind if I come with you, but I am most curious about this."
"That would be perfectly fine Minerva," Dumbledore said, a soft smile covering his face. "I suggest you all take my arm though, I would have quite a lot of explaining to do if a student saw young Harry, and I wouldn't mind a explanation myself."
While Remus and Mcgonagall both placed a hand on their aging mentor's arm, Sirius carefully listed his sleeping godson to his chest, before using his free arm to grab Dumbledore's. Dumbledore disapparated, and a second later he found himself, and his friends, in Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore sat himself in his own armchair that sat behind his desk, and summoned another arm chair for Remus to sit in. When all four adults were seated, with Harry sleeping on Sirius's lap, he spoke.
"Well, I do believe that an explanation is needed."
"He was a fawn," Sirius said bluntly, looking up from where his sleeping godson was lying across his lap. "He somehow turned into a fawn. He's animagus, I guess."
Remus slapped the folder of photos of the fawn onto the table. "These were at the muggle library, they covered almost an entire wall.'
Dumbledore didn't open the envelope, but continued to stare at his three former students, and a child that was, until now, thought dead. "Would you mind if I please take a look at Harry?"
Sirius didn't want to let go of his sleeping godson, but a look from Remus reminded him, it would do no harm. Sighing, he put the boy, who weighed little, on the desk. Dumbledore didn't bother picking him up, he was a old man and his bones were getting frail. Instead he just stared at him, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be able to find anything strange, until his hand moved aside a lock of hair on the boy's forehead, and Dumbledore's entire body went still.
"What is it, Albus?", Mcgonagall asked.
"That scar, is a curse scar," the old man sighed, before looking at Sirius and Remus, "I am sure you would be able to recognise this mark."
The werewolf and the animagus looked at the mark, before Remus started stuttering, "That's impossible! He's not dead and that mark..."
"Is the mark that sometimes turns up on the body's of the people that have had the killing curse used on them," Dumbledore finished.
"You're not honestly suggesting he survived the killing curse, Albus!", Mcgonagall exclaimed. "That's impossible."
"I don't know how he is alive, but that is the mark of the killing curse. And he is alive, so yes, Minerva, that is what I am suggesting. Sirius, you seem quiet. Do you not have anything to say?"
Sirius shook his head, like he was trying to get something out of his head, "Lily was reading about sacrificial magic last time I saw her. She asked me if I could get her some more books on it, she had read all her's. She had a theory that the sacrifice of a life to protect somebody's that they loved could protect the person."
Dumbledore clapped his hands together and smiled, "Well there we go! And how about waking up young Mr Potter."
The two younger men exchanged glances, before looking back to their mentor, "He's afraid of us though."
Dumbledore continued smiling like he had expected this, "Yes, but I have some calming potions he can have. He has to get used to us eventually."
Dumbledore stood, leaving the sleeping boy on the desk, and picked a purple glass potion that was on the shelf behind him. He turned back to the small group of people that were at his desk, before waving his wand around and muttering under his breath.
"Wards to keep him from turning into a fawn," Dumbledore explained, when he saw their confused faces. He grabbed a piece of parchment out of his desk, and muttered another spell, pointing his wand at Harry, then the parchment in turn. Ink words appeared on the parchment and Dumbledore lifted it to his face, smiling at it, before handing it to Sirius, "And that is proof that he is truly Harry Potter."
Sirius stared at the parchment, that proved the little boy they had found, was Harry Potter. He had believed it from the start, but it would take the wizarding world a while to get used to. The Potter's had been idolised since their death. They were after all the reason Voldemort was dead.
Harry James Potter: 31 July, 1980
Father: James Charlus Potter: 27 March, 1960, Deceased As Of: 31 October, 1981
Mother: Lily Marie Potter nee Evans: 30 January, 1960, Deceased As Of 31 October 1981
It went on to fit as much of the Potter family tree it could on the parchment, but that was all that would matter to convince the Ministry Of Magic, that Harry Potter was indeed alive. Sirius smiled, and barely noticed Dumbledore saying the counter curse to the sleeping charm, or tipping the potion down the boy's throat, until Harry lifted his hand to rub his eyes.
His hand was half way there when Harry froze, and seemed to realise he wasn't in Godric's Hollow anymore. He sprung up and stared at them with green eyes and hissed at them, baring his teeth. Sirius couldn't deny the hurt he felt when he saw his godson looking at him like that, like he was a stranger.
That was when Sirius realised he was a stranger, Harry hadn't seen him since he was a baby. He had been raised as a part of a deer herd, as strange as it sounded. Looking into those emerald eyes, so much like Lily's, Sirius felt self blame. If he had just actually looked around Godric's Hollow for Harry, instead of getting drunk like he had, Harry would've trusted him.
Dumbledore had backed away, most likely to give Remus and Sirius some space with their best friends son. Minerva was doing the same. Harry was backing away, on his hands and
knees, trying to get away from them.
A second later Sirius suddenly realised what could help. He dropped to his knees, so he was level with the desk. Remus followed his example. Harry continued hissing at them both, but seemed slightly less threatened.
It continued like that for several minutes, or it could've been hours, Sirius really didn't know, until Harry stopped hissing and just stared at them instead. Eventually Dumbledore decided, he couldn't wait anymore.
"I am afraid that people will question if I don't show up at the Halloween dinner, and I believe you wish to keep the fact he is alive secret for now. I am afraid I must leave", Dumbledore said, ignoring Harry, who fell backwards and almost of the desk. "I would suggest going to Potter Manor, it would be one of the best places to keep young Harry secret, and the house elves would be more than happy to have their young master back."
Sirius nodded in understanding, "Should he sleep for the trip or should I keep him awake?."
Dumbledore thought about this for a second, "Probably get him to sleep. You can use my floo."
Sirius muttered, "Sleeprious", and Harry toppled over and fell asleep. Gathering his godson in his arms, Sirius watched Remus disappear in a flash of green flames, before Sirius too grabbed a handful of floo powder, and shouted, "Potter Manor!"
mizzrazz2: Perhaps somebody will step on her, or get out the bug spray.
Daft Druid: No, this fic will be short, probably only around eight chapters.
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