Plan B
Chapter one
Prologue
October 31, 1981
The Dark lords manor
Unknown
Bellatrix could hardly believe her eyes as the magical device that her beloved master had given her lit up the room she was in, it just wasn't possible. The device could only have reacted like this if her master had failed his mission, if her master was gone, or worse dead.
Her skin suddenly felt clammy and her heart began to pound her ears as she fell to her knees and screamed. She couldn't hear, she couldn't think, her master was d-dead? How, how could this have happened? As she cradled her head clutching her hair and rocking against the ground, she tried to gather her thoughts.
Taking deep breath after deep breath she slowly calmed her shaking hands and wiped the tears from her eyes trying to clear her blurry eyes. As her eyes cleared and her breath evened out, she stared at her arm. Her beloved mark was ever so slowly fading, second by second and minute by minute her mark faded until it looked like a ghostly image of her former mark.
But then suddenly the decay stopped, she stared intently at her mark daring it with all her thoughts and hopes not to fade anymore, and she was right, it was barely visible on her arm but still there.
Letting out a squeal of joy at her fortune she jumped up and danced around pulling the blinking crystal her master had given her to her chest. Coming to her senses she quickly replaced the crystal on the table and observed it like no other object existed in the world.
The color emanating from her master's crystal was a deep purple, it was nearly red but not the scarlet that her master had told her about. Trying to focus her thoughts away from her joy she tried to hastily remember the color code her master had given her. A red meant that her master was well and truly dead, something that he'd told he was impossible yet he included it just in case.
A Blue glow meant that he was simply injured and would most likely mean that she would be soon contacted to go to a safe house to help her beloved master. The purple glow meant that her master was "Dead" but not gone, he was still out there somewhere in the world, and that meant she needed to find the chest he'd told her of and begin plan b.
Collecting herself quickly she exited her personnel quarters in her master's mansion and quickly made her way to the throne room pausing at the doors to the large room. As she arrived outside the room, she could hear shouting and arguing, the others had heard of their master's "Demise" and begun their idiotic debate.
Waving her wand in an intricate flowing motion she then brought it down quickly and tapped herself on the head watching her hand in satisfaction as the advanced Disillusionment charm made her body completely invisible. She didn't need the others knowing of her plan and interfering or the dark lord forbid try and help.
Entering the room slowly and quickly closing the door behind her she realized she needn't have even put energy into her stealthy entrance. The others were all in the center of the room either sitting at the table or pacing around it shouting at each other.
She quickly made her way around the table dodging arms that were swinging through the air trying to make a point for their owners and soon she made it to the base of the steps that lead to her master throne. Climbing the steps in silence she reverently approached the throne and despite how much she wanted to she resisted the urge to throw herself upon it.
Instead, she circled and knelt at the back of the glorious chair. In her knelt position she gently placed her hands against the back of the throne she whispered the codeword her master had given her. "Wool's"
With hardly a sound a seal formed in the back of the chair that pushed outwards giving her access to a small secret compartment. Snatching the tiny box that would soon be enlarged Bellatrix made her way out of the room around the other's shouts and returned to her room securing the door behind her.
Setting the box down and slashing her wand at her hand Bellatrix placed her hand onto the tiny box and whispered another word. "Gaunt" As a small flash of light emanated from the box Bellatrix backed away slightly as it enlarged to the size of a large trunk in front of her.
Placing her still bleeding hand back onto the trunk she whispered the final word. "Slytherin" The trunk's lid opened on its own, creaking loudly as it went and revealed the supplies she'd need for the plan.
Taking the softly glowing cauldron out of the trunk she quickly set it in her quarter's fireplace and lit a small fire beneath it. She reached into the trunk and hefted a large block of clay inscribed with so many runes she had no clue even existed that the block didn't have a single clear spot. After that, she removed the flask and box, placing them on the table. Turning back to the trunk she lifted the prepared vials out and set them on the table before she lifted the paper out of the bottom of the trunk.
Reading the paper, she set the vials in the proper order and filled the cauldron with salt water. Taking the largest of the vials, this one empty and covered with etched runes she followed the directions by tapping her temple and then the rune in the bottom of the flask with her wands she nearly fell as it took effect.
Clutching the flask to her chest she watched as every memory she'd ever had including those she couldn't even remember flashed before her eyes. In barely a minute the process had been completed and she quickly stoppered the flask. She had no idea whether or not the mass of glowing silvery liquid could spill but she didn't want to find out.
Shaking her head hard to try and clear her head from the memories she carefully placed the flask into a smaller padded box she'd taken from the trunk. Tapping the box containing a full copy of her memories she watched as it vanished from in front of her and smiled knowing it was in a safe location now.
Her next step was simple, to pour all but one of the vials into the boiling water of the enchanted cauldron at the correct time. As each vial emptied into the cauldrons, she finally had a small moment to think of what she was doing, of what she was truly doing, and what she was leaving behind. Her stupid, useless thoughts nearly had her spilling the last and most important vial before she had caught herself and slowly emptied it into the cauldron.
As the mixture of liquids began to swirl in a mesmerizing rainbow of colors before setting into a clear bright white liquid, it was truly lighter than anything she'd seen before and she couldn't help but giggle to herself, both at the fact that some of the darkest magic ever conceived was a bright white color, and that she'd done it.
As she poured the shrinking liquid into the empty vial and placed it in a holder, she realized that her job was essentially done, everything else that happened next would be the work of the dark lord enchantments. Slicing her palm again she pressed it into the large clay block and smiled as it began growing and morphing and she was looking at a replica of herself.
The homunculus exited the room paying the real Bellatrix no mind as it went to rally the others, it wouldn't work, but it wasn't supposed too really. If the plan worked then the only ones that would follow her homunculus would be her idiot husband and moronic little brother. By this time tomorrow they would all be dead after a failed and completely unplanned "Siege" on the ministry, giggling to herself she shook her head, without the real Bellatrix those fools wouldn't make it past the atrium before an Auror cut them down with spell fire.
Unstopping the bright orange vial from the box she whispered at the liquid just as the dark lord had shown her. "Harry James Potter, first of his name, Heir to the ancient and most noble house of Potter." After a while of waiting, she breathed a sigh of relief as in an instant the potion flashed from orange to a deep red.
It was all done; all the preparation was complete. Clapping her hands excitedly she grabbed the last two items in the trunk and clutched the letter to her chest before closing it and watching it vanish into thin air just like the smaller box had if she recalled it was being disposed of via falling into a volcano somewhere on an island.
Holding the letter and placing the basket on the floor behind her she quickly downed the small amount of white liquid, grimacing as the liquid burned its way down her throat, she had to grasp the edge of the table to keep from falling at the intense pain. Snatching the second vial she down that just as fast right before she suddenly remembered she had to see what color the crystal was.
No, she didn't, she needed to fetch Rodolphus for the raid on that muggle village, as her hands suddenly started to shrink as she clutched the letter, what was it for, oh it must have been for headmaster Dippet. Wait no, obviously this giant letter was for her mother, or maybe her grandfather.
For some reason, she felt that her hands should be bigger, but then she realized that she had a letter, wondering who it was for Bella started to sit on the small basket behind her before she suddenly fell into it. She sneezed quietly, there was something on her face, ignoring it she simply turned over in her basket burning her face into the soft blanket inside and wondering why her tummy hurt.
And just like that in the space of two minutes, Bellatrix had transformed from one of the most feared people on the planet to a small snoring infant girl in a woven basket that flashed with light and disappeared into the void.
November 1, 1981
The Malfoy Manor
England
Narcissa couldn't help but be worried, but happy, she was elated, terrified, and all around completely confused both in her mind and her emotions. Was the dark lord truly gone like Lucius's Patronus had said?
What were they to do, without the dark lord to protect them would she soon be seeing her husband from behind the bars of Azkaban? Sighing and resting her hand on her pregnant belly she had to practically force herself not to dump fire whiskey into her morning tea instead of milk.
Providing a wonderful distraction to her morning woes as she waited for Lucius to come home and tell her everything was going to be fine the house-elf popped into existence before her bowing deeply and speaking in its high-pitched voice.
"Good morning mistress, I apologize for disturbing you mistress but there was something on the porch this morning, it seems to be for you but I was unsure what to do with it, It's in the entrance hall mistress."
Rolling her eyes, she wished she was her sister sometimes, she knew that Bella would simply torture the elf for not knowing what to do and feel much better, instead, she sighed and carefully rose from her seat taking care to support her stomach.
As she made her way to the entrance hall, she wondered what in the world it was that was waiting for her, from what Lucius had told her this new elf had been trained by the best in the world. As she entered the hall, she saw a basket sitting on the table and as she walked around to the front of the table, she found inside the basket was a baby?!
Well, no wonder the elf didn't know what to do. As her shock slowly abated, she saw a crumpled letter resting on the child's face, quickly removing the letter she breathed a sigh of relief as the babe burped at her, finding a dead baby in her entranceway was not the way she needed her day to start.
Looking down at the letter she instantly recognized the handwriting. It was loopy and fanciful much like her own but much closer together as if rushed and uncaring about its form but still being elegant due to instinct, it was a letter from Bella, along with a baby.
Quickly opening the letter, she read and with every word line by line, the horror and fear grew until tears fell on every other word and her vision was so blurry, she couldn't finish the letter instead threw it to the ground and scooped the basket holding her niece, Belladonna.
Rushing upstairs as fast as she could she soon reached her room and most importantly the fireplace she dropped to her knees ignoring Belladonna's cries. Snatching a handful of Floo powder and throwing it haphazardly into the fire she screamed out calling for the dark lord's throne room. Soon enough a death eater placed their head into the fire and seeing her distressed state didn't even hesitate to leave.
Within seconds Lucius had placed his head into the flames and began to speak. "Dearest, I know you want answers-"
His placation was completely drowned out and interrupted by her scream of want and desperation. "GET HERE NOW, I DON'T CARE WHAT'S HAPPENING, GET HERE NOW." Seeing his eye widen she wrenched her head from the fire and instead scooped up the baby.
Placing her back to the wall near the fireplace she held Belladonna to her chest sobbing into the poor baby's little chest as she rocked back and forth. That was how Lucius would come to find his wife, after picking up a letter from their entrance hall he would call out only to be answered by his wife's tear-filled shout and find her holding a purple-eyed baby to her chest sobbing as she rocked back and forth on the floor.
November 1, 1981
Dursley residence
England
Petunia smiled into the mirror, she knew for a fact that she'd woken up before any other wife in the neighborhood even that floozy Samantha, her hair was perfect and the dress she was wearing hugged her figure making her look amazing whilst also being conservative enough she didn't look like that Yankee slag Beatrice from down the street.
Bouncing her way down the hall she swung open the front door to grab the milk, but the milk wasn't there, no it was just moved to the side, instead there was a baby. As she stares at the child in complete shock it opened its eyes.
For a second she flashed back to when she had to babysit lily, those green eyes seemed to stare into her soul as she stooped down to take the letter placed into the baby's hand. As she took the letter her hand was stopped. The baby had grabbed her index finger and giggled at her mischievously as though she'd fallen into its trap by taking the letter.
Smiling down at the babe she replaced the letter and instead brought the whole basket inside setting it down on the table. This time she readied herself and snatched the letter from the baby's grasp, this time being caught unaware the babe could do nothing but stare angrily at her as she waved the letter above his head and made a taunting face at it.
She squeaked sharply as she felt a pinch on her bum and turned around to playfully smack Vernon on the chest for scaring her like that. As he moved around her to see what was in the basket with an exclamation of surprise.
While her husband examined the baby, she opened the unmarked letter and began to read. Vernon shook his head at the child, what in the world was it doing here, and who's it was? He placed his hand in the basket and faster than he'd seen a baby move it had lunged forwards and taken hold of his finger with both of its small arms.
He couldn't help but laugh despite not knowing anything about the baby. "Active little one isn't he pet?"
Vernon wasn't answered by his wife's voice, instead, he heard a horrid choking sound and turned to find his wife leaning against the back of their sofa, a hand covering her mouth as she gently cried over the letter. "Pet what is it?"
Petunia raised her eyes to see her husband's concerned look and couldn't help but answer blankly. "My sister's dead."
Dursley residence garden
McGonagall smiled internally as she watched the Dursleys from their living room window, they still didn't suspect a single thing about the tabby that had been watching them for days now, realizing that there was nothing more she could do without physically intervening she turned and began leaving their front garden tail swishing happily behind her, replacing the letter Dumbledore had sent had to be one of her best ideas in a long time.
AN: Well, that's all folks hope you enjoyed it as always. Please tell me if you enjoyed it and if you're excited about this story. Now I know many of you are most likely following me because of supernova and this AN is for you. The sad thing is we need to talk, truthfully a lot has happened between when I started Supernova and now, so as what I hope is a good author move, I wanted to talk to you and explain.
So, let's break it down, why am I posting a new chapter to a new story when Supernova has been on hiatus for months now? Truth, is I don't know why but writing Supernova at this point is near painful for some reason. Personally, I think it's because writing for my hero is kind of stressful and I'll tell you why as opposed to writing HP.
So, first off, I'll state that I'm not up to date on my hero, I finished season three and have been unable to watch/read the rest, on top of that My hero is an ongoing series both of these things are constantly on my mind as I write each word wondering If I'm about to write something incredibly stupid not knowing that in the very next chapter Horikoshi is going to hit me with an FU and essentially make what I wrote obsolete via a new character or ability.
There's also the fact that I know HP so, so, so much better than my Hero, I've watched a part of my hero, and I have watched, read, and consumed HP content for the majority of my life even the stuff I don't like such as the cursed child (which is not happening in this story btw) on top of reading deathly hallows enough for my copy to literally disintegrate in my hands I've also been reading HP Fanfic ever since I got my first phone and I've read like one My hero fic and it was far from good.
There's also the fact that I didn't actually choose My hero to write for, it was my first fanfiction so I put it in a random wheel between shows and books I've read and it happened to land on My hero as opposed to HP or say, Percy Jackson.
It's also much easier for me to write Hp because of how closely British and American cultures intersect, with HP I might have to look one or two things up every now and again. Not sure if you know this but when writing for my hero, I have a whole other window open to the wiki, and a few other tabs on Japanese culture I'm constantly going back to read
So, for all of these reasons I have a Question for you: would you rather I completely abandon Supernova and give it up for adoption, or would you rather I rush it through to finish it? If Y'all want me to finish it then I'll power through it and try and get it done, this will rush a few things like Izuku's growth and his relationship with Momo and Kyoka and the story will end either at or right after the Kamino ward incident with an epilogue after. The alternative is I abandon the weight of writing is replaced by the guilt of not finishing it and give it to another writer as an adoption.
So, tell me in the comments Abandon or rush, and I must truly say I apologize for making you guys make this decision.