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Two days later, Dumbledore was sitting in his office, looking through some ministry papers he had to give Fudge in the evening. The old man was suddenly startled out of his work when the door to his office opened violently, crashing against the wall. Severus, still dressed in his Death Eater's robes, stormed in, coming to a halt in front of his desk. Without stopping to regain his breath, the Potions master hurriedly started to speak. "Albus, he has found out about Potter being a child, it seems someone or something recognised the kid while he was lost in the forest and just now informed Voldemort about it. He has already sent a group of twenty Death Eaters to Black's house."
The old headmaster sprang up from his seat and rushed towards the fireplace. "How long ago was that?"
Severus looked apologetically at his mentor. "About half an hour ago. I left as soon as I could without making Voldemort suspicious."
Dumbledore nodded while he threw some white powder into the fireplace. "Go warn the teachers, tell them to get ready and wait for me in the great hall."
Dumbledore turned to talk to the head of Arthur Weasley that has appeared in the fire, while Snape rushed out of the office, heading towards the staff-room.
A few minutes later Dumbledore rejoined his staff. Everyone was looking at him anxiously, waiting for news. "Arthur has already warned all the aurors he could on such short notice, they are on their way. I tried to contact Sirius and Remus but no one answered, I'm afraid they might already be under attack. We need to go there and help them out." Everyone nodded. Dumbledore turned towards Snape. "Severus, go help Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary, please." Seeing the younger man was about to protest, the headmaster raised a hand. "Severus, it wouldn't do us any good if a Death Eater saw you."
Without a word, the Potions master turned around and left his companions. Dumbledore nodded to everyone else and walked out of the school. Quickly, they made their way towards the forest and from there they apparated as near to Sirius's house as possible. They arrived more or lest at the same time as the aurors. Nodding at each other, Dumbledore lead the way towards the house. The first sign that something was not right were the three stunned bodies of black robbed men. It seemed that even if they had been caught by surprise, Sirius and Remus had put up a fight. What bothered Dumbledore the most, was the silence coming from the house. Had they come too late to save their friends? Cautiously, they made their way towards the silent house. The aurors spread out, approaching the building from the sides, while the teachers walked to the front door. Minerva looked around in apprehension. The door had been blasted out of its hinges and five stunned bodies lay in the doorframe. Silently the small group entered, the hall was covered with even more bodies, but there still was no sign of their friends. Dumbledore was trying to decide what to do when a soft voice made them all turn around sharply.
"You're late."
Standing there, leaning against the doorframe that led towards the kitchen, was Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old Harry Potter.
Raising an eyebrow towards the stunned teachers, the boy took a sip of tea from the cup he was calmly holding in his hands. "About time you got here, all those Death Eaters don't really match the decoration."
The teachers were too stunned to react to the joke. They had been ready to enter a fight with the Death Eaters and in the worst of cases, to find their friends disappeared or dead. But instead of that they had found a boy, a boy that was not supposed to be fifteen again yet, calmly telling them they were late. Harry started to get uncomfortable under the stares of his teachers. He had returned to his usual body and state of mind barely fifteen minutes ago, and his emotions were a complete mess. Right now he had the urge to run towards Sirius and hide behind the man, something utterly ridiculous for a fifteen-year-old. Even so, that part ended winning and he turned around, heading once again into the kitchen, followed closely by his teachers. There, sitting in comfortable chairs were Sirius and Remus, also drinking tea. Harry immediately went to sit next to Sirius and pressed against his side for reassurance. The older man smiled down at him and wrapped a comforting arm around his slim shoulders before looking up at the teachers.
"Good evening, everyone, I would ask what brings you here but I guess that's obvious."
Finally regaining his senses, Dumbledore told Professor Sprout to go tell the aurors to take care of the Death Eaters, then he went to sit in the chair next to Remus. "What happened? Severus just came back telling us that you were being attacked, we came as soon as we could but we certainly didn't expect to find you sitting here, calmly drinking tea."
Remus and Sirius both chuckled amusedly and the brown haired man started to explain as best as he could what had happened.
Flash Back.
Remus and Sirius were sitting peacefully in the living room. Harry was sleeping in his room, even if the boy was feeling better, Sirius still made him stay in bed, just to be on the safe side. Remus was reading a thick book on charms while Sirius skimmed half-heartedly through the Daily- prophet. Suddenly Remus' head snapped up. Sirius, noticing, raised an eyebrow towards him. "Something wrong, Moony?"
Without answering, Lupin made his way towards the window and carefully looked outside. Drawing in a sharp breath, Remus took out his wand and pressed himself against the wall.
Sirius, now really worried about his friend's actions, put the paper on the table. "Remus, what's."
"Death Eaters are coming."
Sirius' only reaction was a sharp gasp before he stood up, wand already in his hand. "We need to warn Dumbledore."
Remus had already moved towards the front door. "There's no time."
At the same moment he had uttered those words, the front door was blown up and the Death Eaters started to stream in. Both men quickly forgot about warning Dumbledore and instead centred their attention in keeping the black robed men out of their house, they needed to keep Harry safe.
Upstairs, the commotion didn't go unnoticed. Harry had woken up because of the many shouts, and was now curled up in his bed, his gryffindor lion clutched tightly against his chest. The small boy was trembling in fear, trying to block out the sounds coming from downstairs. Suddenly a soft song replaced the shouts and cries; the melody was blocking out every other sound. Harry looked up from where he was clutching the lion and looked around, trying to determine from where the beautiful music was coming from. On the desk, now shining softly, sat his mother's doll. Cautiously, Harry slid out of his bed and approached the glowing doll. The melody grew even more beautifully as Harry came closer to the small doll. Gently, he stretched out his hand and the moment his fingers brushed the doll's hair a bright golden light blinded him and then plunged him into darkness.
To be continued.
A/N: Thanks for all reviews.
Free.
Two days later, Dumbledore was sitting in his office, looking through some ministry papers he had to give Fudge in the evening. The old man was suddenly startled out of his work when the door to his office opened violently, crashing against the wall. Severus, still dressed in his Death Eater's robes, stormed in, coming to a halt in front of his desk. Without stopping to regain his breath, the Potions master hurriedly started to speak. "Albus, he has found out about Potter being a child, it seems someone or something recognised the kid while he was lost in the forest and just now informed Voldemort about it. He has already sent a group of twenty Death Eaters to Black's house."
The old headmaster sprang up from his seat and rushed towards the fireplace. "How long ago was that?"
Severus looked apologetically at his mentor. "About half an hour ago. I left as soon as I could without making Voldemort suspicious."
Dumbledore nodded while he threw some white powder into the fireplace. "Go warn the teachers, tell them to get ready and wait for me in the great hall."
Dumbledore turned to talk to the head of Arthur Weasley that has appeared in the fire, while Snape rushed out of the office, heading towards the staff-room.
A few minutes later Dumbledore rejoined his staff. Everyone was looking at him anxiously, waiting for news. "Arthur has already warned all the aurors he could on such short notice, they are on their way. I tried to contact Sirius and Remus but no one answered, I'm afraid they might already be under attack. We need to go there and help them out." Everyone nodded. Dumbledore turned towards Snape. "Severus, go help Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary, please." Seeing the younger man was about to protest, the headmaster raised a hand. "Severus, it wouldn't do us any good if a Death Eater saw you."
Without a word, the Potions master turned around and left his companions. Dumbledore nodded to everyone else and walked out of the school. Quickly, they made their way towards the forest and from there they apparated as near to Sirius's house as possible. They arrived more or lest at the same time as the aurors. Nodding at each other, Dumbledore lead the way towards the house. The first sign that something was not right were the three stunned bodies of black robbed men. It seemed that even if they had been caught by surprise, Sirius and Remus had put up a fight. What bothered Dumbledore the most, was the silence coming from the house. Had they come too late to save their friends? Cautiously, they made their way towards the silent house. The aurors spread out, approaching the building from the sides, while the teachers walked to the front door. Minerva looked around in apprehension. The door had been blasted out of its hinges and five stunned bodies lay in the doorframe. Silently the small group entered, the hall was covered with even more bodies, but there still was no sign of their friends. Dumbledore was trying to decide what to do when a soft voice made them all turn around sharply.
"You're late."
Standing there, leaning against the doorframe that led towards the kitchen, was Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old Harry Potter.
Raising an eyebrow towards the stunned teachers, the boy took a sip of tea from the cup he was calmly holding in his hands. "About time you got here, all those Death Eaters don't really match the decoration."
The teachers were too stunned to react to the joke. They had been ready to enter a fight with the Death Eaters and in the worst of cases, to find their friends disappeared or dead. But instead of that they had found a boy, a boy that was not supposed to be fifteen again yet, calmly telling them they were late. Harry started to get uncomfortable under the stares of his teachers. He had returned to his usual body and state of mind barely fifteen minutes ago, and his emotions were a complete mess. Right now he had the urge to run towards Sirius and hide behind the man, something utterly ridiculous for a fifteen-year-old. Even so, that part ended winning and he turned around, heading once again into the kitchen, followed closely by his teachers. There, sitting in comfortable chairs were Sirius and Remus, also drinking tea. Harry immediately went to sit next to Sirius and pressed against his side for reassurance. The older man smiled down at him and wrapped a comforting arm around his slim shoulders before looking up at the teachers.
"Good evening, everyone, I would ask what brings you here but I guess that's obvious."
Finally regaining his senses, Dumbledore told Professor Sprout to go tell the aurors to take care of the Death Eaters, then he went to sit in the chair next to Remus. "What happened? Severus just came back telling us that you were being attacked, we came as soon as we could but we certainly didn't expect to find you sitting here, calmly drinking tea."
Remus and Sirius both chuckled amusedly and the brown haired man started to explain as best as he could what had happened.
Flash Back.
Remus and Sirius were sitting peacefully in the living room. Harry was sleeping in his room, even if the boy was feeling better, Sirius still made him stay in bed, just to be on the safe side. Remus was reading a thick book on charms while Sirius skimmed half-heartedly through the Daily- prophet. Suddenly Remus' head snapped up. Sirius, noticing, raised an eyebrow towards him. "Something wrong, Moony?"
Without answering, Lupin made his way towards the window and carefully looked outside. Drawing in a sharp breath, Remus took out his wand and pressed himself against the wall.
Sirius, now really worried about his friend's actions, put the paper on the table. "Remus, what's."
"Death Eaters are coming."
Sirius' only reaction was a sharp gasp before he stood up, wand already in his hand. "We need to warn Dumbledore."
Remus had already moved towards the front door. "There's no time."
At the same moment he had uttered those words, the front door was blown up and the Death Eaters started to stream in. Both men quickly forgot about warning Dumbledore and instead centred their attention in keeping the black robed men out of their house, they needed to keep Harry safe.
Upstairs, the commotion didn't go unnoticed. Harry had woken up because of the many shouts, and was now curled up in his bed, his gryffindor lion clutched tightly against his chest. The small boy was trembling in fear, trying to block out the sounds coming from downstairs. Suddenly a soft song replaced the shouts and cries; the melody was blocking out every other sound. Harry looked up from where he was clutching the lion and looked around, trying to determine from where the beautiful music was coming from. On the desk, now shining softly, sat his mother's doll. Cautiously, Harry slid out of his bed and approached the glowing doll. The melody grew even more beautifully as Harry came closer to the small doll. Gently, he stretched out his hand and the moment his fingers brushed the doll's hair a bright golden light blinded him and then plunged him into darkness.
To be continued.
A/N: Thanks for all reviews.