PROLOGUE
In a seemingly normal respected neighborhood, lived a seemingly normal happy family. There lived a man with a very normal job which he loved doing, married to a lovely doting wife and a very healthy son who he was proud of.
All was good and normal in the lives of the Dursley family.
But like any other normal family, there lies a skeleton in their closet which they tried to bury as much as they could because you see, this very skeleton is a threat to their normal happy lives. This skeleton was dumped unannounced at their doorstep in the middle of night in a basket, wrapped in a blanket and a note.
They tried ignoring it, forgetting it, suppressing it, giving it up but like a damn cockroach, it kept crawling back to them, crashing their reality and reminding them that they now are caretakers of said skeleton.
Their skeleton? A baby.
A baby they didn't make. A baby they didn't want but got stuck with. A baby that was not normal. It was like a nightmare to them.
Freakish things started happening around their house since the very day they got this baby. Appliances blowing up all of sudden, plates and other utensils start floating at random, items, out of blue, start flying and it all happened around that child. They knew whom to blame for but unlike Vernon Dursley, his wife realized more. It seemed that their perfectly normal lives were starting to dismantle around them. .
It crossed the line when the freakishness started affecting their child. Vernon was finally made aware of the reason for the entire mess, then all hell broke loose. Petunia Dursley finally saw the ugly side of her normal husband.
See, the Dursley family were not wrong when they realized the kid wasn't normal. The kid was more than that.
The kid was magi-
"-cal?! That damned bastard is a wizard?! What the fuck Petunia!" Vernon Dursley screamed at his wife Petunia Dursley. Petunia meekly lowered her head, not willing to look at the red angry face of her husband. She kept sweeping her child's hair back and forth as if it would change her kid's hair back to normal from neon which somehow appeared while playing around with the freak. Her face scrunched up in grimace as her thoughts wandered towards her nephew. The said nephew was sleeping peacefully in the cupboard under the stairs.
"And you say that there's more of them hiding from us? If there's more of them then why don't they take the bastard with them! Why did they have the dump that freak on our doorstep with a note?!" Vernon's head looked like it would explode any moment in anger.
"Vernon calm down please, you are agitating our baby and what if-if our neighbors would hear?" Petunia tried reasoning with him. It didn't seem he would calm down any time right now but she hoped he could understand her, they have been married for 3 years after all.
Her prayers were answered as Vernon controlled himself from screaming any more and alerting the neighbors. One thing Vernon most certainly desired was to live a normal life and he worked very hard to achieve that. Nothing was going to ruin that from him, not even a child, even if that child is a year old.
Vernon sat down on a chair opposite of her in the dining room. His eyes were getting red from all that suppressed anger, his mouth was frothing a little from the corner. He looked like a possessed mad person in mental institutions in horror movies. Petunia feared that may be coming true for them. She never saw her husband like that. It really terrified her.
"We have got to get rid of him." He seethed.
She sharply looked at him, her face contorted in horror. These past few days have finally pushed him far.
"Vernon you are not-" She started when he cut her off. "We should dump him in an orphanage or something where it belongs. Enough is enough, these past few days have been hell since that damned bastard appeared. I loathe the day he appeared. I loathe the day your sister decided to get herself killed! We are getting rid of him. He doesn't belong here. He doesn't belong with us. It started affecting our baby too! It ends today." He furiously whispered as he stood up and stomped his way towards the cupboard under the stairs where that baby was kept.
Petunia stood in his way as he reached for the door. She didn't know why she was doing it and looking at her husband's face she knew it would get worse if she didn't start calming him down before something terrible happens.
"Vernon, honey, please think before doing something that would look bad on us." She started placing her hands over his chest. She could feel his heart moving madly under her palm.
"Petunia, that freak doesn't belong here. I don't care what that note said, we are not keeping it." He seethed spits flying out of his mouth. He tried moving around her but again she got into his way.
"Vernon, you have no idea what they could do. If we tried giving him up, we don't know what they might do to us, to our sweet baby." Petunia pleaded, "I have lived with it almost my entire life. I saw what they are capable of and Vernon- look at me
Vernon gazed into his wife's wide eyes. She looked really terrified and worried about the situation.
"Lily-" Her voice choked a little at her name but Vernon didn't notice as she continued, "Lily would tell us about it, about- magic. She told what they taught her, what they were capable of. "
Her eyes turned a little distant as she allowed herself into whatever she was thinking about.
"I didn't believe her at first. I thought it was just her another way to get our parents attention but then she bought them." She scowled as if thinking about them disgusted her.
She was silent as her thoughts wandered and her scowled deepened. Vernon couldn't place her emotions, it was all over the place, except one.
Anger. It stumped Vernon a little, watching his wife so angry at something even though it wasn't him. If her looks could shoot lasers, Vernon would be cooked by now
"Something happened while we were out in the mall. Suddenly these men in cloaks and skull masks appeared, then there was fighting and people started falling dead. Just dropped dead as a green beam struck them. Their eyes were wide in terror and surprise and they just dropped. And everything around us was getting destroyed too. I don't know what happened after, I think I blacked out but when I woke up, everything was new as if nothing happened and all those people that dropped dead just vanished. Lily acted as if she didn't know what I was talking about. My parents weren't even aware of the attack that happened in a mall just a few miles away from our house. I researched around in newspapers or in news or even with police, nothing, as if that attack of such magnitude never even occurred."
She was now trembling and a few tears started leaving out of her eyes too. The anger in her eyes simmered down looking at her wife trembling in fear. He wrapped his arms around and hugged her.
"They just removed their memories, Vernon. They removed everything about what happened in the mall and people went about their days as if nothing happened!" She was full blown crying now.
Vernon just hugged her wife tightly as she cried. What Petunia said struck him oddly. It brought out certain feelings which felt very familiar.
It confused the hell out of him. He wasn't angry anymore, just….bewildered.
After a while, Petunia moved back a little. She wasn't crying anymore but fear was still very much prevalent in her eyes.
"My point is Vernon, please don't do it. They are much more capable than what I told you, much more!. We can't give it up...I don't want something bad to happen to our family, please"
"And besides he is meant for our protection too. Whatever or whoever killed my sister might come for us, him being near us would protect us. Notes said so."
"How can you just believe a word for some-"
"The person who signed that letter isn't some random person, Vernon. That person is the headmaster of the school my sister used to whisked away to."
"It's more the reason we should distance ourselves from them-"
"I don't like it as much as you do. Those bad guys won't even care about someone like us and we would be completely at their mercy. If they came for my sister for whatever reason, then they would definitely come for me too, I am her sister- the last living connection. If Albus says it's for our protection then we've no choice but to accept it." She pleaded, her eyes still moist from crying before. Albus is the name signed on that note and 'The Headmaster' she mentioned.
Vernon took a deep breath and nodded slightly, his mind still in confusion from the itch.
Why was he feeling like this all of sudden? What was it he couldn't remember whatever it is and why was it her story that brought such feeling?
"O-Ok Pet, we-we won't" He spoke softly using the term of endearment which he knew would calm her down. Petunia smiled in relief.
"Petu-"
They jumped as thunder shook the house all of sudden. Dudley started crying, being startled from his nap. She bustled towards her child, her maternal instincts flaring. There was another child crying in the house who also got startled from his sleep but was ignored by both adults in favor of their child.
Vernon stood by his wife as she smothered their child, he could hear winds howling and occasional rumbling of clouds outside. Were they so into fighting that they forgot the storm outside? He was sure there wasn't one before.
Again he could be wrong. It wasn't like he was paying attention outside.
There was a crash. He whipped around, his instincts flaring but then got confused as Pet and Dudley were just behind him. It was the look in his wife's eyes that made him realize.
It was the bastard again. Now that he was aware what that child is and what he is capable of, he cautiously approached the cupboard under the stairs.
He stood by the door and watched the child in the basket that he came in, tucked under the same blanket he came with, crying. His arms flayed as if trying to reach something.
Then it's eyes fell on him, bright green eyes met his own.
The child continued crying.
As he continued looking into his green eyes, he found himself immersing into something. He was falling and witnessing something he has no control over. It was just for a few seconds but felt like hours for him.
He had no control over his own mind. He never had witnessed something like this, Something this evil.
He could feel evil intent crawling up his spine, giving him goosebumps. He felt cold and very very lonely.
Red eyes chuckled at him darkly, mocking him.
It shooked him to his core. He was so intently staring that he didn't hear Petunia approaching which made him jump when she tapped him.
"Vernon? What's happening?"
"It-it...Petunia...we've got to-" Vernon was blabbering, his tone implying how terrified he was. It was the complete turn around of his emotion that disturbed Petunia. What happened in the span of a few seconds?
Was it because of him? She looked at her nephew as he cried still, clearly trying to reach for comfort.
"Petunia, we have got to get out of here fast!"
"Wha-"
"Now! Before it's too late."
"What's going to be too late, Vernon? You are not making any sense! What in the queen's name happened?"
He grabbed her by the shoulder, his meaty hands gripping her body shoulder tight enough to leave bruises later.
"It's the damn child!" Vernon's eyes were popping out, "I saw-"
KNOCK
There was silence then except for howling of winds outside.
Petunia looked a little disoriented from earlier episode. She was in pain where her husband was tightly grabbing her shoulders and her ears were ringing a little.
It took her few moments to gather herself when she realised, she could no longer hear children's cries which seemed very odd to her but she didn't give much thoughts to it.
Petunia went to answer the door the door but Vernon stopped her.
"It could be our neighbors?"
"In this storm outside?"
"They might need something Vernon, don't be ridiculous." She reached for the door and opened it.
There stood a person in black oversized overcoat with a grey suit and grey flap cap. The person stood there with a light grin on his face.
"Good Evening Mrs. Dursley!" Wind moved strong causing his overcoat to flap wildly to a side. He tipped his cap towards her, "You too Mr Dursley!" He did the same for Vernon.
Petunia looked at him confused. Vernon came by her side, staring at the stranger who came in this ungodly weather.
"Who-who are you?" Petunia asked.
"Oh, your husband didn't tell you?" He looked curiously at Vernon. Vernon saw things differently. It was his eyes. Grey steely like storm clouds overhead bubbling with some power underneath. Whatever he saw in his eyes made him gasp.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Dursley." The person had a light grin on his face, eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Who-" before she could finish Vernon was already by the door and pushing the person. He slammed the door shouting "No!"
"Who is he, Vernon?" She asked her husband who was backing from the door, his gaze still fixed at it.
"I met him years ago before I met you. He is not good news." Her husband muttered, his face ashen in mortification.
"What-" Before she could finish the door opened and entered the man they just met, at least she just met. Petunia saw her husband locking the door but that unknown person just entered as if it wasn't. It struck a familiar chord of fear inside her. She could only think of one kind of freakish person that could do something like that without breaking or tampering with the lock.
Her fear was confirmed when she saw a familiar stick resting in his hand. She gasped.
A wand. She realized. That just created a whole sleuth of confusion. How did Vernon know this person?
The man 'tch' as he entered, he had a look of mock disappointment on his face.
"Is this how you treat your guests, Mr. Dursley." The man said.
"You're-"
"Yup" He confirmed. He then waved the wand around. Petunia cringed, expecting bad things to happen. She hid behind the large frame of her husband but when nothing happened she timidly moved aside.
"We have a lot to discuss about, Mr. Dursley" The man said.
"No, get away from my family. I want nothing to do with your kind!"
"I am afraid that isn't possible, Mr. Dursley." The man had an amused look on his face.
Petunia thought her husband wasn't aware of the existence of wizards and he even looked very surprised when she explained to him about that world. He couldn't have faked that look. If he was aware of it in the first place, he should have realized the cause of things happening in their house in the first place.
But the man was speaking to her husband with such familiarity like greeting an old buddy. Looking at her husband's white ashen face, she realized he did know this person.
"You could make it difficult for yourself or we could just talk like the adults we are." The man continued. He twirled his wand in clear display of authority. They could do nothing but do as he says or he'll make them do as he says. There was a presence in the way he stood and watched them like hawk moments away from preying on its meal, that terrified her. His presence alone felt very suffocating and cold. Petunia shivered.
Vernon tightened his fist in anger, his breath huffed out like a raging bull. He looked moments away from jumping the guy. It was only that wand and fact Vernon already knew this person, he didn't follow through with his emotions.
But it didn't look like he was going to move anytime soon. He kept staring daggers at the person.
"I told you then and I am telling you now, I want nothing of your kind around me and my family!" Vernon seethed.
"Repeating it again and again won't make me go away, Vernon. Be careful, my patience could only hold so much, you know what happens when I lose my patience, don't you." There was definitely a danger glint in his stormy eyes. Petunia could clearly see it.
"Vernon, let's just listen to this guy." she consoled her husband, it was not smart to antagonize this guy. Petunia understood this more than ever. She lived through this terror before.
"Listen to your wife, Vernon." He mocked, "She knows what she's talking about. I just need to talk."
"What do you want to talk about?" Vernon asked.
"Finally, we are going somewhere with this. I thought I would have to use force on you." The person chuckled, not at all bothered by the fact that Vernon was a bigger guy than him. He doesn't even need to touch him to make him do as he pleases.
That aura Petunia felt before, intensified all of sudden. It was repressing and colder than before. She was shaking now, her breath labored. She felt like choking but could only hold on to her husband who went very still.
The man turned serious. His stormy eyes staring intently at Vernon.
"Mr. Dursley, It's time for you to do what you have been chosen for."
Petunia couldn't focus on the stranger's words as blackspots started dancing round her eyes. She was having a hard time even standing.
She didn't notice her husband's state until it was too late.
"It's time to fulfill your destiny."
Then Vernon started screaming in pain.
- X -
Ominous dark clouds hung over Hogwarts. They gurgled with occasional thunders, strong winds swept its castle and ground. The caste, except for a few professors, was empty of its annual residents. The usually vibrant and warm castle experienced harsh and cold winds that day.
It was a gloomy and dark night for the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
In the dark room of the castle, guarded by the Gargoyle, in the presence of portraits of previous headmasters, sat a figure staring and observing the night outside the castle through its high window just beside the private cupboard that held the headmaster's infamous Pensive that was opened ajar.
The figure didn't move from her position, her purple eyes focused on something beyond the sight, as her hands played with a set of dark blue square stones about the size of a die.
A pop sound broke her trance, she stood up and walked towards the headmaster's desk. A blackened cube hissed nearby the small cylinder from where it popped off.
She took a deep breath.
"You did good, Trevor." She muttered to no one.
She put one of the cubes inside the cylinder. The cube started turning angry red. Red runes floated around the contraption, each second they got brighter.
With a hiss again, the runes faded slowly as the redness of the cube became dimmer. They completely faded when the cube stopped glowing and continued spinning.
A short burst of giggle burst through her.
She took a few steps back from the desk and waved the wand bringing portraits back to life. She looked at many faces of headmasters from various generations.
"Headmasters of Hogwarts, remember this day." She said rather calmly, bringing their attention on her. She brought her wand under the chin, right below the bottom half of her mouth.
"What do you think you are doing young lady!" One of the headmasters shouted as soon as their eyes fell on her, others exclaimed similar words of dismay and shock. Most of them were appalled by the situation which slowly turned into horror as the situation turned more troubled. Some of them ran from their frame to inform someone. Probably McGonagall, she's the deputy in-charge in the headmaster's absence.
"Fulfilling my destiny." She said calmly. The hand holding the wand tightly under her chin was shaking. She took a deep breath ready to complete what she came for.
"Put that wand down, young lady!" One of them yelled, bringing out hysterical laughter from the said troubled witch.
All of them quieted, baffled at her frenzied behavior.
"Do inform Albus as soon as he gets back from saving them." She giggled a little, finding amusement about what Albus was doing.
"Inform what?" One of them asked.
"Judgement is upon them." She informed them before cutting her neck with a silent spell.
An Omen. She came with the warning.
Blood sprayed out as she went down clutching her neck. All the previous headmasters looked horrified at the witch who was twitching on the ground and still giving them an amused smile. Light slowly fades out as the blood continues gushing out of her magically spit throat.
That was when Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmistress and Transfiguration teacher, arrived at the scene. Her blood ran cold as soon as she arrived at the nauseating site. Look of horror etched onto her face, she knelt by the downed witch. Pool of blood was spread around the witch. Prof. McGonagall didn't register, still shocked from the event. Her mind was still trying to make sense of her disheveled and overwhelmed emotions. Her heart was hammering away fast.
With trembling hands she turned the body slowly towards her. She almost threw up as she got a complete look of the body.
Why? Thought ran through her head. Blood was spread all around the room, from walls to headmaster's tables, books and all the trinkets in the room were sprayed with blood. It was a sickening site. Her neck was just just attached to the body.
What alarmed her was the smile that was on the dead witch's face.
"Bathsheda…"
Bathsheda Babbling, the Ancient Rune Study Professor, died in the headmaster's office, fulfilling her destiny.
- X -
"It was a massacre, Albus"
"It should not have been possible" One of the auroras present exclaimed. "He was dead and still…"
Magical photos lied on table where all those present gathered around.
The moving photographs captured the aftermath of said massacre. Houses were up in flame, bodies burned or mutilated beyond recognisable and dark mark apparent above the scene.
No one was spared, not even children. That's what made it so nauseating, seeing children as young as few months old, lying on cold pavement, dead or disfigured.
Many young recruiters couldn't handle gruesomeness and cruelty of the situation very well.
"He still had his loyal followers , who were angry with an unexpected event that was five days ago and they lashed out in the only way they knew would hurt us." Gravelling voice from the corner of the office intoned.
Albus looked at the source of the voice. Moody nodded in acknowledgement, which Albus returned. The day still hung heavy over his shoulder. He was aware that such a thing would happen sooner than later but it still gave him a lot of grief, a lot of innocent lives were lost again.
"Good thing is we got all of them in our custody, only a few are left." Amelia Bones, newly appointed head of DMLE, said but none of the present gave any positive reaction. The event was still heavy on them.
"Not all of them." Kingsley said. Albus looked at the fairly new recruit with critical eyes. Kingsley didn't show any emotions over his face. Feeling the weight of gaze, Shacklebolt glanced at him. So many lives were destroyed because of one man's hubris. Albus thought, feeling immensely sad, looking into the young man's eyes, his family were one of many victims of the war.
"One escaped." Kingsley continued, "As soon as we arrived he portkeyed out but…." He trailed. Something was bothering him, Albus could tell. Sensing the same, Madam Bones gestured for him to continue.
"He wasn't really participating, more like watching it happen. As soon as we arrived on the scene, he looked at us and just gone. He didn't even look bothered or did anything to stop us."
"Aye" Moody gruntled. He was leaning heavily on the wall, his fake eye looking everywhere constantly.
"Who?" Crouch intoned what everyone already wanted to ask.
"Augustus Rookwood."
Heavy silence fell in the room. It was a troubling thought that one dangerous criminal was on the loose.
"Then he orchestrated this whole attack. I knew it wasn't just an act of pure anger. This was deliberate and planned." Crouch hissed, slamming his fist over the table. No one was surprised by his act, he was always known for his short temper but the last few days have really put him on edge.
"Are you sure?" Madame Bones asked Moody.
"Yes." It was Kingsley who replied, his jaws were clenching hard and was tightly balling his fist at his side, his eyes were spewing so much anger that if it could actually cause combustion would burst the whole room in a minute but his face was as cold and impassive as ever.
"We'll catch him too." Amelia said softly, feeling compassion for the young recruit. Albus understood that Amelia sympathized with Kingsley since she lost almost her whole family to the war. She understood his pain and anger.
"Alastor." She said, Alastor being as aware as ever understood what she wanted.
"I'll get him back in one piece or more." He promised.
"It's settled then. Let's dismiss this meeting. Go back to your homes, I think your family needs you now more than ever." Amelia Bones conveyed the same need for rest from the day to them. "Take a week off, you guys earned it."
She got a few cheers from that. It brought a tired little smile on her face. She looked at the exhausted smiles on some of their faces and thought fondly, the only thing that uplifted their mood was the promise of holiday.
She shook her head, something would never change.
Only Dumbledore, Barty and Alastor remained.
"You have been strangely silent, Albus." Amelia said, looking curiously at him.
Albus Dumbledore looked at Amelia, his usual twinkling eyes were absent. The bright blue eyes looked tired and sad.
"Someone's playing an intricate game and they are using our victory to their advantage. I don't like this at all." Dumbledore said gravely.
"You mean Augustus?" Amelia asked, confused. Barty Crouch was the same, he leaned forward with his arms crossed and a small confused frown over his face. He thought the same earlier but wanted to hear out Dumbledore.
There are not many things that could trouble Dumbledore but if some do, that should be taken very seriously.
Only Alastor looked at him with understanding. He understood what Albus meant. He heaved a heavy sigh, not moving from his previous position from the wall. Come to think of it, he didn't really move at all except moving his hands. Dumbledore understood that, it gives Alastor a strategic place to be right beside the door covering him from the immediate eyesight of anyone that enters and keeps the entire room under his magical eye's gaze. He wasn't the most paranoid Aurora for nothing.
"No, someone else behind the scene. Augustus is very smart in his own right but he isn't cunning enough to pull it off."
"Pull what off? This attack? It's clearly them lashing out, I mean we caught them too." Barty said confused. Them being the death eaters, followers of Dark Lord.
Amelia followed the gaze of Albus on the magical photos showing the aftermath of the said attack just a few hours ago.
She gasped suddenly, finally finding what Albus was looking at.
"What-What is it, Amelia? Asked the former DMLE head.
"Th-this can't be again. I thought we caught him." Amelia muttered, a heavy frown over her face, looking extremely troubled. She picked up the photo that caught her attention and looked closely in the background at the figure illuminated very briefly by the light from fire before disappearing.
"Apparently not." Alastor bitterly muttered.
"Can someone explain to me already what got you all over the bend?" Barty practically shouted, now extremely confused and frustrated not knowing what everyone else in the room knew or understood.
"Remember those serial killings a few years ago?" Amelia asked Barty.
"The one with all the killings of alleged death eaters?...Do you think he's behind the attack? How, isn't he rotting in Azkaban?"
"Exactly. Now you caught up. It's either him or someone's copying his style." Amelia said.
"Oh, it's him alright. I know that slippery bastard, it's definitely his work." Alastor growled. He was the auror that was assigned with the case. It baffled him when that serial killer all of sudden decided to reveal himself and confess in the middle of the DMLE department. He didn't believe the guy that confessed at all. It wasn't him, he just knew but with the war at its peak, he had to, however grudgingly, let it go. Now that he was back, Alastor swore he would catch the bastard this time.
"But how did he escape but more importantly, it doesn't really fit his previous kills at all." Barty said.
"We believe it's just a cover for his original indented attack." Dumbledore pitched in, "We'll know soon where and at whom this time."
Barty looked at Dumbledore, now feeling the weight of situation.
"I don't like this at all." Barty said, now looking troubled too.
"We don't like it either but we can't do anything about it. If he attacked a muggle town on this scale? I believe he has upped his game and targeted a different place or places for what he needed DMLE force distracted."
"That means we could do nothing but wait for the news." Amelia said with a heavy heart. This night seemed to never end.
It was at that time a Patronus of a short tabby cat entered her office.
Albus stood straight, immediately alarmed. Has there been an attack on Hogwarts, he thought. No, it couldn't be. He would know about it.
"Albus, you need to come to your office immediately." Voice of Minerva came from her Patronus, her voice sounded very distressed, "Bring aurors with you." With that Patronus immediately dissipated.
"We can use my floo." Amelia immediately offered, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Alastor, get Kingsley and Dawlish with you." Amelia said, turning towards Moody. He nodded and called for them.
Suddenly there was a bright orange flash illuminated the room causing them to cover their eyes and when they opened, Dumbledore was gone before them.
As soon as he arrived in his office, his eyes immediately fell on McGonagall cradling someone's head on her lap.
"I tried to save her." McGonagall muttered and sounded very much in shock, not looking up and continued watching the corpse of the now former professor.
"What happened?" He said as he came to stand beside her. He got the good look of the body and immediately pursed his lips in a sad grimace. This night was taking a lot out of him and everybody.
"She killed herself, cut her neck in half." McGonagall said disjointedly.
"Before she killed herself, she said that she was fulfilling her destiny." One of the headmaster's portraits informed him.
This all seemed very similar to him. Brainwashing someone to commit an act and then take their own life when work was done. He knew exactly whose work it was but what deeply unsettled him was how He got one of his own professors to commit the act.
Which also means something was done to his office too. He took a look around, his eyes fell on the cupboard that held his Pensive, it was unlatched slightly. He approached the cupboard and waved his wand doing a quick check for any harmful curse, charm or ward. He slowly opened the door and looked at the Pensive.
There, inside the Pensive, which was empty when he left, held a thin white strand.
A Memory.
He looked back at the dead Runes professor, even dead she was holding a strange small smile on her face.
"Before killing herself, she asked us to inform you of something."
He looked at the portrait of one of the headmasters and mistresses that said.
"The Judgement is upon them." It was Phineas Nigellus Black that informed.
"She left you with something else.'' McGonagall said, finally looking at him with tired shiny eyes and holding a piece of paper to him. "She was holding this."
He took it from her and read what was written.
There was a whoosh and green flash came from the floo as Barty and Amelia emerged.
"Albus there has been an another attack-" Barty said, his tone alarmed.
"It was the Longbottom's" Amelia finished.
Their eyes then fell on the figure on the ground which got them to stop short in shock.
Amelia's wide eyes then fell on Dumbledore who didn't give any reaction to what they said and looked at a piece of paper clutched in his hands. He looked very very disconcerted.
The note said:
We are at the crossroad, two roads diverged on a yellow wood. One path must be taken, to your doom while other leads to your ruin .
- X -
Leaving the Dursley family in the kitchen, strangely silent, the figure made his way towards the cupboard under the stairs.
His eyes fell on the baby in the basket looking at him with curious green eyes.
"You are not afraid of me, do you?" He said with a smirk on his face. He picked him up from the basket and held close to his chest and looked at him with his bright stormy eyes.
"We are gonna have a lot of fun, Mr. Potter."
Harry Potter looked at the one holding him with his bright and shiny green eyes curiously, not knowing how his life would turn out from that day onwards.
- X -
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