Chapter 1 : The Death of Harry Potter
It was a cold night and Harry had heard the door close. The Dursleys his so-called family had left. They were going to visit Marge, Vernon's sister. The family had completely forgotten about the young boy in their care. Turning off the heater as they left. As the night progressed, the temperature dropped. Growing colder with each passing hour. As the cold crept through the house Harry's breathing slowed, and his heartrate decreased.
Tom was getting worried. The boys' body was dying. The connection he had to Harrys' life force once solid was crumbling. With the path gone the piece of soul attached to Harry lost its hold and died. A black inky substance leaked from Harry's open scar as he takes his last breath and his heart stops beating.
*HP*
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk with Minerva and Severus bickering about a fight between members of their house. Just as he was deciding how to intervene. A loud screeching caused the fighting to stop attracting the attention of the occupants. Albus realizing the meaning paled, acting he starts issuing orders the argument long forgotten. "Severus take the Floo and get Poppy I'm afraid we'll need her help. Minerva go to Arabella's and inform her we're coming. I'm afraid I may have made a terrible mistake"
Upon Severus' return Dumbledore leads them to through the Floo. Upon arriving to the muggle living room the adults gathered around Albus. He explains that the monitor was linked to Harry, "It would only ring when the boy was on the brink of death" gravely stated Albus.
Without a word the five adults rush to Four Private Drive. Reaching the house, they all instantly knew that something was wrong. The house was quiet and desolate. The adults rushed into the house, unlocking the door with a simple unlocking charm. In the entry way they all stopped when a horrifying scream was heard from the cupboard under the stairs.
Opening the cupboard, they discovered the body of Harry Potter. Pomfrey immediately ran diagnostic spells on the child. Everyone waited with barely a breath taken. Seconds felt like hours until the silence was broken, "beep" . . . "beep" . . . "He has a heartbeat its low but its there, we need to warm him up." With the order given everyone moved. Severus and Minerva conjured blankets around the boy. Albus applied heating charms to every item near the body. Arabella rushed to the heater turning it on. Minutes passed and it became evident that none of their actions were working. With a Flash of fire, Fawkes appeared over the boy. Bathing him in fire. After a few minutes the heart rate rose and with each degree it seemed less fire covered the body. All of it being absorbed until nothing remained but a small flaming phoenix over the heart, until that too was absorbed. Harry was finally stable.
*HP*
It had been a few hours since Harry had almost died. They had moved him to what was once a guest bedroom. Much to the reluctance of the adults they couldn't move him further. Pomfrey had explained that his magical core was unstable. Dumbledore was in the living room, to his left was Madam Bone, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Across from her was the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. They had been alerted by a strange screeching coming from Harry's underage magic sensor. Mafalda Hopkirk had immediately alerted Madam Bones who had been in a meeting with the Minister. Stating that something was wrong with Harry Potter. They had immediately set out to investigate finding the Headmaster and a barely alive Boy-Who-Lived.
To call what was occurring between the three most important figures of Magical Britain a conversation, would be the understatement of a century. Bones was livid that a child could be treated in such a way. Fudge was insisting that Harry was immediately put under his care. As the argument continued of who would be the guardian for the boy the sound of the door opening stopped the conversation. The Dursleys had returned.
*HP*
"What do you mean we left Harry?" asked a confused Vernon. A gasp brought the attention to Petunia, a horrified look on her face. "Why would we treat him like that?" She was remembering everything they had done to her nephew. Putting him in the cupboard for keeping them up by his cries for his parents. Hitting him for not completing chores. Chores, they had assigned a three-year-old chores. Locked him in a cupboard for turning his teacher's hair blue.
Dumbledore stood before the Dursleys and asked them to explain. Vernon said it had started a few days after the child had been placed in their care. The overall hatred he felt any time he was around the boy. Horror donned on him realizing he had punished a toddler for playing with Dudley.
Dudley was sick and fussy sitting with his stuffed animals around him. In front of him was a boy his age. He was confused on who the boy was, his eyes seemed so familiar. They looked like the eyes of his favorite aunt, Emerald Green. He remembered his parents talking a few hours ago about her, how she was gone. Sadness filled the boy at the thought of the lost of his favorite aunt, he started to cry.
Harry was confused he had woken up in a house he didn't recognize. He was thinking about how much he missed his parents and padfoot. His musing was interrupted by the boy in front of him crying. He always disliked it when someone was sad. So, he did what his mum did for him when he was upset.
Petunia went into the living room she had gone there attracted by Dudley's cries. As she reached the doorway the cries stopped, and a humming could be heard. What she saw surprised her. Dudley was sitting in the middle of what appeared to be a coordinated dance by his stuffed animals. She watched in awe as they moved about controlled by her nephew. As she watched her nephew cheering up her son, the loathing and anger started to manifest.
*HP*
As the memory ended the adults all looked confused. They had gone through all the memories provided by the Dursleys. They had all come to the same conclusion. Something within Harry was causing the anger and hatred. Whatever it was seemed to have ended when the inky substance had immerged from the scar. Horror evident on Dumbledore's face he began to explain his belief that Voldemort hadn't perished that Halloween night six years ago. That Voldemort had done something to prevent his death. Upon seeing Petunia's memory and what had occurred to Harry. He was certain now. Voldemort had created Horcruxes
What followed was pandemonium, the adults were trying to decide what to do. After hours of arguing and debating it was decided. The Potters Will would be checked, until then Harry would be in the combined care of the three most important authority figures in Magical Britain. The Dursleys had made a single request. That they be allowed to make up for such terrible treatment. That afternoon history had been altered forever.