Prologue: He Knows
Halloween 1981
She felt both young and old today. No one should feel as she was feeling today. They had only lost Mum and Dad last year, this could not be happening. Dumbledore's words were barely coming through before she heard her name being called. "Iris. Iris, my dear are you alright?" She looked up to the old man. "James is dead. My god, he can't be dead. What am I supposed to do? What of Harry?"
Dumbledore looked down at the young teenager with sympathy. She wasn't ready or suited for the heavy responsibility of raising a child. "Harry will go to live with Lilly's sister, Petunia."
She looked at him in disgust, "Petunia? You mean that mean hearted woman who stopped speaking to Lilly? Who's been nothing but hostile against anything to do with magic?"
"It's for the best…" She shook her head, "I'm what's good for Harry. Me. Not her."
"Lilly sacrificed herself for Harry. There's old magic associated with this Iris."
"What do you mean?" What kind of magic was this? Iris was nothing but confused over what Dumbledore had said.
The old man was patient with her as he explained, "Voldemort will return someday Iris and before you interrupt please trust me. Trust me that this is what is best to keep Harry safe. You know in your heart this is anything but over."
Iris knew she should trust Dumbledore. He had kept her safe at Hogwarts all this time, he had tried to keep her brother and his young family safe before Sirius betrayed them all. This was whole other matter however. Harry was the last of her family that was alive. She was the last of his magical family.
"Will I be able to see him? She asked even though she knew the answer. Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm afraid not my dear. No one must know where Harry is until he starts at Hogwarts."
Iris choked back a sob. In one day she lost her dearest friends, her brother and sister in law, and now her nephew.
"Alright," she sighed, "to keep him safe."
Iris didn't know why she was writing a letter to him. They hadn't spoken in years and he had possibly been arrested by now. All of Voldemort's followers had been captured and being held on trial. She read over the letter that had been sent to her on October 30, 1981,
My dearest Becca,
He knows. Take them out.
The letter was left unaddressed, but she knew who it was from. No one else called her Becca.
A/N: I'm on day 16 of quarantine and with there becoming less and less to do I'm trying my hand out on fanficiton again. While I'm trying to write my own book I wanted to get some practice with writing fiction again. So enjoy this little thing that hopefully gets some creative juices flowing.