Okay so I realized that my story was going in a shitty way so I've decided to restart. This will hopefully not have any more plot holes and weird gap thingies.
A figure cloaked in all black stepped out from behind the trees. It was a dark and eerie night. The wind whispered low over the swinging branches of the willow as the moonlight flickered across the half-blown cottage that resided in Godric's Hallow.
As the pale man stepped inside, his eyes roaming the rooms to discover what had happened. The reductor curse had been particularly useful, the twitching man supposed as he saw the door and half the wall destroyed, it's remains gracing the floor. The man looked carefully as he noticed a slim hand lying beneath the rubble as he moved forwards swiftly, a slight tremor of guilt in his heart.
Were James and Lily dead?Lifting the bricks and metal and what-not with his wand, he could distinctly make out the form of Lily Potter, lifelessly stretched on the floor, the blood on her face and hands strikingly matching her auburn hair. He moved close to her, resting his hand on her wrist and a small tremor flowed through him as he felt her faint heartbeat.
Next to her, clutching his wand in a death grip and even more grotesquely bloodied, was the form of James Potter, and a pang tore at Peter's heart as he watched him breathe heavily. Leaving them be for the moment, Peter moved on as he arrived at the Nursery that he had spent days babysitting the twins in.
Well, the nursery that used to be.It was utterly destroyed, a huge chunk of it taken out as he could see the faint lights outside. Near the edge of the door was a woman he had seen a few times before, Euphemia Potter, laying stone dead on the ground, her skin clamped as if it had suffered the Cruciatus curse more times than was even necessary to cause insanity. There were a pair of black robes lying on the ground with a wand, that made Peter's heart go cold and the blood rush to his ears. Nimbly picking up the wand, he wrapped it in the robes gently, and placed it in the extendable pocket he always kept near.
As he took a step ahead, the two cribs looked almost untouched, as did the boys sleeping in them. His eyes moved to Jem as he muttered a quick lumos to observe his godchild carefully. Brushing the fringe of hair back, Pettigrew flinched as he saw the two equal gashes on his forehead, a scar, a reminder.
He wasn't the most trustworthy of his Lord's followers but His Lord had mentioned the prophecy once, when he hadn't known Peter would be listening. The line came to his mind now, like a lightning quick reflex.
"The Dark Lord shall mark him as an equal"Something had happened here, something horrifying. A baby, a mere baby had defeated the Dark Lord, it simply wasn't possible. Making way to Harry, he swept back his fringe too, gasping as he saw a scar there are well. Pulsing with power, as the blood dropped through it was a lightning bolt, the wand movement of the Avada Kedavra.
He had to do something, something that would make his master proud. He knew that his master had ways to assure his immortality and he would be back, and so Pettigrew needed to do something about the powerful men these children could grow up to be. But first, he needed to fix the situation with James and Lily.
Muttering a quick 'sorry' to the still unconscious Mr and Mrs. Potter, he took out a small ball Rookwood had provided for him in the last Death Eater meeting. He opened the platinum sealing as Perrigrew held it against James' clammy forehead.
"You will forget you ever made Peter Pettigrew your secret keeper. You will remember that you made Sirius Black your secret keeper. You will trust Peter and you will not betray his confidence of trust.You will distrust Harry because of his dark aura and you will send him away and keep him at a distance at all times. " he spoke lowly like a chant as silver threads of memories collected in the little orb. He imagined a picture in his mind, a posh James standing with Jem, a spoiled little brat. He could get everything he wanted but it would weaken him and he would never be able to defeat the dark Lord.
Cackling maniacally, he repeated the same process with Lily, imagining her spoiling Jem and ignoring Harry, sending him away, distancing herself from all of her friends, fame gone to her head. Satisfied when the blue haze in the orb settled, he chanted over and over.
"So mote it be"
"Memento"
Stuffing the orb back into the expanded pocket, he grinned smugly at the cracks that would appear between Harry and Jem. Then, once his Lord would get his body back, no one would be able to defeat him. With a bitter and cruel laugh, he rushed from the house, to find Sirius quickly and confront him.
"Albus, what am I to do?"
The Headmaster lifted his head, looking at James sorrowfully.
"Frankly we do not know yet if Lily will ever recover. It took half an year and potions-that were the last in storage and took more than a decade to brew- for Frank and Alice to return to their previous states. Unfortunately it's been seven months since Lily fell into a coma and we can do nothing else but to wait."
James' sighed, turning back wearily.
"I don't know how long I can keep this upto, Albus. Everyone's busy right now and with my job I can't stay with the kids all day. I could send them to the Weasleys but I don't want to add to Molly's troubles."
Dumbledore's expression turned grim.
"Do not send Harry to the Weasleys, James, my boy. He's got a grey aura that will probably disturb them. Grey auras always turn dark."
James' eyes widened in horror.
"What do you suggest I do then?"
Albus stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Well, it could be cultivated if you sent Harry to the muggle world for a while. Let him grow up there and when he comes to Hogwarts, he'll be as light as you."
James nodded.
"Lily's Muggle sister. I can write to her and provide them with the money as long as he can remain in ignorance of this world for a while."
"You do that, my boy, you do that."