Viola could remember a time when she used to love Samhain. The Faes had always enjoyed a good party and Samhain had definitely been a good party. That had been before the war though when Viola had had a tribe. Nowadays she was just a lonely wanderer who disliked the memories brought about by Samhain, or as it was now known – Halloween.
Viola was flying over the human town of Godric's Hollow, trying to distract herself from unpleasant recollections, when she heard the sound of human distress and looked down. Below her a young man was weeping as a half-giant clambered onto a motorcycle, a child of just a year in his arms.
The motorcycle took off into the night as the last fairy dropped silently to the ground next to the charred remains of a house.
"Why are you crying?" she asked the young man. Wordlessly the man pointed to the hull of the house on his left. Using her powers the last Fae searched the house without entering it and found two bodies that lay cold upon the ground.
"It's my fault," the man chocked out.
"What do you mean?" Viola asked him.
"I suggested Peter as the secret keeper and he betrayed us. It's my fault they're dead. And now Harry has to go and live with his aunt to refused to even acknowledge that she had a sister," the man broke off into noisy sobs.
The last of the fairies used some of her magic to ascertain exactly what had occurred that night and came to a conclusion. The last Fae concluded that this time she needed to interfere.
"I'm sorry for your loss but you are not to blame. You were not the one who betrayed his friends." Viola told the young man firmly. Taking his hand, Viola lifted her wings and set off after a fine trail of blue sparkles that were only visible to her. The sparkles were the trace left behind by the motorcycle to show the path it had taken.
The black-haired lad had stopped crying as soon as she'd opened her wings and was staring at Viola in total shock.
"I'm Viola, the only fairy left in existence." Viola explained. "I don't normally involve myself in human affairs but I've decided to make an exception for you and your godson."
"I'm Sirius Black."
"I know."
When the sparkling trail lead Viola back to the ground she immediately spotted a chap, with a long beard tucked into the belt around his purple robes, placing a baby on a doorstep. The half-giant was howling and a stern looking scots lass was warning him not to wake the street.
As soon as these three had left, Sirius walked over and picked up the child whilst Viola transfigured the car on the drive into a boat. A smirk played across her lips as she pictured the Dursleys' reaction to their missing car. Sirius climbed in carefully with Harry then Viola hopped in and used magic to make the new boat fly.
The boat flew over the clouds until it reached the coast then came to land upon the sea. Fae magic allowed them to move faster across the oceans than any normal boat could have done.
Sirius had fallen asleep almost as soon as he had boarded the vessel and woke again to find they were now in warmer climes. He wasn't sure why he was trusting this stranger who had virtually kidnapped his godson and himself, but he somehow knew he could.
"Welcome to the Bermuda triangle, gateway to any world, at any time. If you know how to use it." Thus saying Viola picked up a shell that had been floating on the water and placing it to her lips spoke once more: "Narnia, tenth year of the Pevensie reign."
The boat shot forward into the Bermuda triangle and a new shore suddenly appeared on the horizon.
"We are now in the land of Narnia, no one who wishes him harm will be able to get to your godson here."
Back in Britain, Professor Albus Dumbledore woke up late to find that the wards at number 4 Privet Drive hadn't activated and there was a strange note on his desk. The note read: 'Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters'. Dumbledore didn't know the writing.
A visit to the Dursley family yielded another surprise. They hadn't seen hide nor hair of young Harry Potter. Indeed they seemed much more disconcerted by the fact that their car had vanished.
