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Conundrum of Mistakes II
31st October'1981
"Step aside"
""Not Harry, please, not Harry"
1
"Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside…now"
"Not Harry. Please no…take me...Kill me instead."
2
"Not Harry... PLEASE…have mercy…have mercy"
3
"Avada Kedavra"
Perhaps he shouldn't have meddled with magic at its core. Voldemort couldn't comprehend what just happened in next few fleeting seconds! He saw himself being neither here nor on the other side. He didn't that his body was so unstable at this point with his crumbling soul that it snapped. The Killing curse not only rebounded, but also made his soul or whatever it was, even more weakened. He only felt blinding and crushing pain with his body organs burning inside, moulding themselves into such a state that they are reversing back to their state of origin…that is state of deterioration. They were getting destroyed parts by parts, nerve by nerve and finally cell by cell. Before he could even imagine what was happening with his physical body, the entire roof of the home got blasted upon with his magic's mantle core destroying the remaining upper portion of it.
Harry Potter was remembering or rather seeing things he shouldn't for the first time. He was reliving those last moments with his mother in the dream. For he was seeing or rather observing things he hadn't before. He felt the warm yet blood curdling pain, soothing yet the overwhelming sensation of his mother or rather her touch of warmth when Quirinus Quirrell was trying to touch him in his dreams with Tom Riddle Junior at the back of his head. He realised that despite never knowing his parents, he get these dreams of memories that were somewhere hidden inside. Memories that were smoothening yet haunting. He never knew he could his miss parents whom he only knows through word of mouth. A snarl almost came out of his mouth while he was dreaming or rather maybe seeing a memory.
"James! James…honey he looks completely like you. Those very small but messy hair on his head. I wish he would open his eyes and show his hazel eyes just like yours" Lily said to James.
James so much wanted the same thing but he also wanted some reflection of his wife in his son. "He does. Doesn't he?! What do we-
The beautiful cute little chubby baby in his mother's arms finally opened his big eyes quite slowly. He kept blinking his eyes to get accustomed to the lights around him. Those were causing bit discomforting to him and then his eyes fell upon beautiful green eyes of his mamma. He couldn't help but look curiously into those eyes and then heard a male gasp coming from his mother's left shoulder side. He kept looking even more inquisitively this time to this male.
"Lily! He got your eyes." The tall, lanky but muscular dark curled hair man spoke up. He could not help, but coo at the baby and asked "Can I... take him in my arms? If you don't mind!"
"Of course Sirius, after all you are going to be his godfather…" Hearing that, the handsome pure blood wizard couldn't help getting teary-eyed and asked Lily if she is sure or is it just the pregnancy hormones making her soft. Lily smacked at his head lightly and scoffed playfully. She said "Absolutely Sirius. We both want you as our first child's godfather." While saying that she gave her baby boy to Sirius and looked at James with happy tears in her eyes. She asked James what would be their boy's name. "Lily, he came to us as a sign of hope and new phase of our life in these darkest times of our world. I want to name him after my grand-dad, Henry Potter who always stood for right thing and also supported muggles and muggle-born during a time when a war was going on in the muggle world. He was called Harry lovingly in his close circle."
"Not a bad idea. Instead let's make a slight change. Our sweet boy shall be called Harry Potter. Harry James Potter."
While this discussion on names were going on, Sirius wasn't paying attention to it. Rather his grey eyes were totally entranced on the baby in his arms. For the first time ever, he felt a responsibility on his shoulder which didn't felt like a burden to him. Rather he welcomed the change. He brought his lips close to Harry's forehead and softly gave a peck of kiss there. Then, he looked at those eyes and kept playing with the baby's small fingers. The baby boy kept looking at those comforting eyes. Next thing he saw-
"Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy...Noooooooo..."
A green light and his forehead is burning him from inside out and he starts screaming and yelling for his mamma. Blood is pouring from the lightening bolt shaped cut on the right side of his forehead.
"It burns, Master!"
"Don't let him go, Quirrell"
"I can touch you now!"
"Love, is that Love, Dumbledore, again? Can you save him now?"
Harry could feel every cell and nerve inside burning with the poisonous hatred and venomous feelings of Voldemort going inside him…He couldn't help but feel the electric shocks going from his forehead to every other part of his body and starts twitching. His fingers starts clenching on reflex as it tries to move the wand towards Albus Dumbledore's shocked figure, who is now looking very scared. For the first time ever, Harry had seen his headmaster being scared and that adds more to the tension inside his body. His mouth starts frothing and body convulses towards back as if someone is bringing his both arms at the back of his body to hurt him more. Harry hears his headmaster speaking something to his ears and then he could only hear two words "LOVE" and "Sirius'. He snarls with anger and torturous moment he just faced a moment ago.
"Harry, did anyone tell you that you look just like your dad and has Lily's eyes"
"Harry, you could come and stay with me after my innocence is known to everyone."
"Harry Potter, you are a great friend"…the blonde wide eyed girl tells him softly
"Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourselves, mate"
"Books and cleverness! There are more important things- friendship and bravery"
"I think I can tell the wrong sort myself"
Sounds, colors, then the people behind these voices came into his mind and he started crying and feeling the hidden emotions for each and every person in his life.
Those big emerald eyes open again with tear stained pillows again under him. He realises how much he has avoided his friends, especially Ron, that too in his own home. He feels even guiltier for being so much reclusive from his two best friends. But then he remembers how the dream started. It was his father who named him after his great grand-dad. Maybe he will look into his family historical records if there is any Henry Potter. Then he remembers his godfather and again feels a bout of depression coming inside him.
Then he is about to get up from his bed when he hears a knock at his room's door.
"Come in."
"Oh hey guys! I didn't know if you guys would have spoken to me"
"It is alright, Harry! We understand and even we are missing Sirius terribly. So I can only imagine what you must be going through. He was like a dad to you."
"Hermione. He was just not like a dad. He was the dad I possibly could have. But Voldemort and now Bellatrix as well had taken those people whom I will never get to know"
"We understand. Let's go down. Our headmaster, Professor McGonagall and even Prof. Snape is here"
"Yes the nosey git as well. Apparently he didn't wanted to be there but Dumbledore made him stay there and asked us also this time to attend the meeting"
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and rebuked him for his disrespect to the Slytherin professor. That started another row of argument between them. Harry then smiled slightly and realised it's going to be all fine. If nothing else, at least his best friends arguing at the background will always be there as white nose. This time, he drags Ron by his arm outside his room and starts walking down the stairs of his godfather's home. He then enters the kitchen where the headmaster, Prof McGonagall, Snape and the Auror, Alastor Moody are seated besides each other. Then across Moody, Arthur Weasley along with the twins, George and Fred were seated along with Bill. On one end of the rectangular table, Molly Weasley, with Ginny and Nymphadora Tonks were sitting, and on the other end, there's Kingsley Shacklebolt, Percy and even Charlie is there. In this large kitchen, there was another smaller table attached to the larger one with some more chairs added up. It seems they were waiting for some more people.
A whooshing sound comes out and Harry looks towards the green flames, where just now in a moment, Ted Tonks and his wife, Andromeda Tonks also appears. Looking at those eyes and similar jawline and nose, Harry gets a flashback to that moment when Bellatrix had looked shocked upon stunning her cousin that led to his falling into the veil of death. Harry's fist clenches tightly and closes his eyes to control his anger. He feels the hand of Ron on his left shoulder blade and his right hand being held gently by Hermione towards the smaller table to sit over there in the chairs.
All of them finally sit over there with greetings towards everyone, when he feels the eyes of someone on him. He lifts his head and sees Andromeda Tonks looking at him with empathy. He just nods in a positive manner when he sees her concerned eyes flittering upon his face. He can see the difference between both the sisters. Andromeda's eyes were much more expressive and softened every time she saw her family with love. But Bellatrix was another story. Her eyes were just void but cold and there is a sheer delightful expression upon seeing others in pain. They are just windows to a psychopathic soul inside. He can see the similarities between Sirius Black and Andromeda Tonks through their physical traits though that comes with sharing paternal blood. Even the warmth inside Sirius' grey eyes matched with Andromeda's. This made him feel both warmth and another bout of grief and guilt. He stopped looking at the disowned Black sister and looked towards Albas Dumbledore who, to start the Order meeting.
"My fellow wizards and witches, I have a news to share. This meeting had been called for that purpose and maybe also to research upon how this happened. But first let me tell you that this news has nothing bad related to it and has also taken me by surprise." Dumbledore started his meeting with this announcement. Everyone was now looking at the old wizard with wild curiosity in their eyes.
"I will prefer if the news is good if only Moldywort dies by strike of lightning bolt." Harry murmured besides Ron. Hearing the new nickname, Ron snorted so hard that Hermione smacked his head.
"We all hope too."Mrs. Weasley sighed softly. Everyone else just was amused by the name given to the Dark Lord, except Professor Snape.
"So back to my news. Few months ago, we had faced a terrible loss when Sirius passed away. But as it turned out, as per my sources and after I confirmed this piece of news myself, I realised Sirius is alive."
"No. he died in front of us. Albus what are you saying"
"Albus, he fell through the veil."
"Professor Dumbledore, the dead people don't come back ever"
"No spell can bring back the dead. Not even the darkest magic can do that"
"NOOOOOOOOOO. HE FELL THROUGH THE VEIL. HE HE FELL THROUGH THE VEIL- HARRY?
IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES IN THE DEATH CHAMBER. MY EYES...=HARRY?
THEY CAN NEVER BE WRONG. REMUS, NEVILLE, HERMIONE, AND EVERYONE SAW IT, HEADMASTER- HARRY?
AND YOU DON'T...NO YOU CANNOT PLAY WITH MY FEELINGS. HOW CAN YOU DO- HARRY?
"Harry James Potter"
Harry finally stopped his anger filled rant and realised the sound is not coming from Albus Dumbledore but, from behind the headmaster. The man in a dark hood and covered completely from head to toe in a cloak, removed finally his hood. Everyone was just shocked, surprised and two of them even got dizzy.
"S...i…ri...us...pafoo" Harry could not speak anymore and his tears kept flowing from his cheek. Then he felt everything around him going in circles and with overwhelming grief, anxiety, depression and his weakened mental state, he fainted. In front of everyone, he fainted, and thankfully due to fast reflex of Remus, he fell into the floor without smashing his head.
"That went well!" Sirius could only managed to utter those words. Upon receiving a glare from his best friend, Moony, he went quickly to Harry and helped him to get to Harry's room. Everyone else in the room started asking questions upon questions.
"Everyone! Let Harry receive his consciousness and then I can give you an explanation for this. For now, I can tell you that it is indeed Sirius Black and is not an imposter. It is not any death eater and I had already verified it with every spell known to me for checking the genuineness of him being Sirius Orion Black."