Disclaimer: Do I look like J.K.? No? Well, no duh, because I'm not her and Harry Potter and any characters or situations out of the books don't belong to me.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know I know, the alternate universe thing has been done, but this is my version of it. For background on my character Sophia Smalls read It's a Small World.
Ever since she lost her four friends, Sophia Smalls had the urge to get as far a way as possible. A picture, a place, a thing, was all it took to reminder of the friends that she would probably never see again.
It was bad enough that Voldemort had killed Lily and James. Even worse that Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, the hell on earth wizarding prison. But they didn't have much of a choice. But Remus could have stayed. He didn't need to leave Britain and her all alone.
Lately, Sophia had taken to driving around the country side; just her, her radio and her thoughts. One day she came to an intersection. One way was London; the other was Odery St. Chapel. At that moment, two paths of future history split. One you already know. The other gave an innocent man freedom, a lonely man friends and an unloved boy love.
As Sophia drove through St. Chapel, she heard a voice she thought she would never here again. It wasn't out loud, but in her head, and no she wasn't crazy. See, Sophia was a truth seer. If a truth seer finds someone they particularly distrust, she or he will develop a one-way psychic connection with said person. Sophia had this with only one person, Peter Pettigrew.
"Not them again. Why can't they just let me sleep?" It was week at first but as she neared the out skirts of the other side of town it became stronger. "Why couldn't I have been something powerful like a lion, or a balsilic? They would never treat one of those this way."
Then she saw it, a house that looked as if it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Must be magic, She thought Might as well start there. She pulled in the drive, scattering chickens in the front yard. There was a pair of identical red headed boys in the front yard, playing with a tuff of grey. It was a rat. I got you know, Wormtail.
Sophia stopped her car and walked up to the boys. "Hello," she said kneeling down net to them.
"Hello," both the boys replied.
"Is that a rat you're playing with?" Sophia asked.
"Yep," one little boy said.
"Can I see it?" Sophia asked.
"Nope," the other little boy replied.
"Why not?"
"Cause its Percy's," little boy one said.
"And Percy doesn't like anybody touching his stuff," little boy two added.
This is going to be harder than I thought, Sophia thought. Luckily for her a stought woman with red hair came out of the house with another, slightly older boy in hand.
"See, mum, I told you they took Scabbers," the boy said.
"Yes, I see," the woman said dismissively. She turned to Sophia. "Who are you?"
"Sophia Smalls," Sophia replied.
"And what brings you here, Sophia?" the lady asked.
"Oh, um, you see, I was driving by and saw your house. Now I just love houses with such obvious magical charm, so I decided to stop by. Then I saw your boys playing with that rat there. Well, a little over a year ago, my little brother released my pet rat as a way to get back at me for accidentally stepping on his pet spider. And that rat looks exactly like mine did." Even if I am a truth seer, there is no reason to tell them the truth. They might freak out.
"Are you sure this is your rat?" the lady asked.
"Positive. You see where that toe is missing; well my other little brother cut it off for one of his potions."
The lady looked though full for a moment. "Okay, Percy, give her Scabbers."
"Mum," Percy whined.
"Percy," his mom warned.
"Okay," he grumbled. He handed Sophia Wormtail. Wormtail imminently tried to scramble back to Percy.
"See, he doesn't like her," Percy potted.
"Percy," His mom warned again.
Sophia smiled and reached in to her pocket (while death holding the struggling Peter) where she a small amount of wing money. She pulled out three gold pieces and handed them to the boy. 'Here, for taking such good care of him."
Percy smiled for the first time since she had met him. Sophia smiled back and headed to her car. Once in she opened the glove compartment and pulled out her wand.
"There's something I should have told you earlier. I'm a witch," and with that she stunned him.
Ministry's Mistake
Yesterday, Tuesday, June 25, 1982, a rat was brought to
Ministry headquarters by Albus Dumbledore and his young
apprentice, Sophia Smalls, which Dumbledore privately
taught to help in the war against He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
The rat was in fact Peter Pettigrew, supposedly dead after an
encounter with Sirius Black where Black allegedly blew up a
street of Muggles.
After a day of examination by Ministry officials, it was
found that not only was Peter alive and well, but might also
be guilty of the crimes that Sirius Black was accused of. The
Ministry will have to perform a complete investigation to be
Sure, but at this moment an un-named Ministry worker has
commented that Blacks chances of getting out of Azkaban
with a large amount of restitution "Looks good."
Blacked Freed
On Friday, July 10, 1982, Sirius Black, accused of
conspiracy with You-Know-Who in the death of James
and Lily Potter and killing 12 muggles was set free because
of the capture of Peter Pettigrew, who was in fact the guilty party
to these crimes. Pettigrew's capture was bout about in large
part by a friend of Black's, Sophia Smalls.
"Its times like these you know who your true friends are," says
Black at a tear full reunion with sixteen-year-old Smalls. When
asked about his plans now that he is free, he simply wanted to take
young Harry Potter, most widely known for his defeat of You-Know-Who
who in fact is Black's godson, and to try to locate his niece and
nephew, twin son and daughter of his late brother and sister-in-law,
Polaris and Cynthia Black.
