I am evil. LOL
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Two faint pops announced the arrival of the Dumbledores.
Minerva choked on nothing when she took in the Potter's home.
It was demolished. Smoke rose in turrets from the kitchen, or what
remained of it. It was hard to think that three days earlier, Lilly
Potter had come from the kitchen smiling with Harry in her arms.
Albus just stood there, not moving an inch. His wife turned to him
after she found herself able to move. She wished she hadn't. The intense
look of hatred she found on the old wizard's face was the same as that
which had been the last thing Grindelwald had seen. But this time a few
cold tears fell down his face.
" We...should find them." He moved forward. Minerva, taking a
deep breath, followed. She knew what they would find. Bodies. As
they made thier way into the ruins, each shook ever so slightly.
" James" was what he said after a few minutes. He had found
James Potter, a look of determination set in his pale face. Minerva
had to swallow to keep from throwing up. Brave James, noble James,
was dead. And the same was what they expected for his lovely wife.
Albus found a blanket and laid it over the body. He looked old, weary
and somewhat feeble standing over Jame's body. Only last night had
the two men spoken, James had been confident and all smiles. Albus
would never see his childish grin again. Minerva levetated herself up the
skeleton of the stairs. Lilly would have gone for Harry, to try and hide
him. As she moved closer, a sound came to her ears. Crying. A child's
tears.....
" Harry........" Minerva whispered, unable to comprehend how the
baby had survived. Pushing away the broken remains of the door, she
found what she was looking for. Lilly's still form was spead out on the
floor, firey hair lay all around her face. Her green eyes were dull,
completely devoid of her sparkle. The sparkle she had recieved from
her parents. But Harry was alive. Crying, blood on his little face, and
cloths ripped to shreds, Harry Potter was alive. Minerva slowly inched
towards the bawling child. He looked at her and reached out with his
small arms. She took him into her own.
" shhhhh. shhh. Hush little one. You are safe now." His tears settled
down to sobs. Uknowing sobs for his mother. Somehow he knew she
wouldn't be tuking him in the next night or ever again.
" Albus! Albus! Harry's alive!" She wispered urgently to him when
she got downstairs. Albus's jaw looked ready to drop. He hurried over
to them. Minerva turned Harry to face the aged wizard. Albus found a
smile for the child, who in turn stopped crying and peered intently at
the new person.
"I covered Lilly. I don't know how, but she reflected it." His eyes
turned up to her. He touched the boy's forehead. Then he gave a sad
smile.
" She did indeed. Look at this, a lightning shaped scar." With his
hankerchief he wiped the blood from Harry's forehead, which
revealed the scar. He put the hankerchief back in his robe poket,
steering Minerva out of the house. Neighbors came out to the horror,
many gasping and some even crying. A young woman in Hello-kitty
pajamas ran up to the old couple.
"Harry! Oh god!" Her frantic eyes looked at each of them with
the unasked question. Where were his parents? They both lowered
thier now dusty head.
" Oh dear Lord.....I just babysat for them yesterday.....Mrs.
Potter..." She broke into tears before them. Albus reached out to
pat her sholders. Her brother came and led her away from the scene.
" where are the Obliviators?" But no sooner had he said it than 50
wizards and witches appeared. the muggles, including the Potter's sitter
looked stunned.
" Magic....Rena...Magic.." Rena, the babysitter, stared in awe at the
many people. Alastor Moody, an auror, ran up to them.
" Get the kid out of her Minerva. We got to get to work. Are....the
bodies inside?" A nod. Alaster shook with rage and pain as he moved to
help the Obliviators.
" Come Minerva, back to Surry." She gave him a questioning glance,
the looked at Harry.
" We can use one of there people's fires." And so they went off with
the now sleeping Harry into a open house.
"Arabella Figg." With a swirl, all three were suddenly standing in
Arabella's sitting room. She peered up at Minerva in shock when she
heard Harry wake up.
"He's alive? But you-know-who....He'd of wanted him dead!" She
stood there, eyes wide, staring at the baby.
" She deflected it. Lilly somehow saved her son from the killing
curse." Arabella rushed forward, touching Harry to make sure he was
real, then flopping into an armchair. She had a melencholy looked
about her, but a thin smile coudl be seen.
" Lilly's son.....The Boy Who Lived........'
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well, ch 2 done. Hope you enjoyed it.
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Two faint pops announced the arrival of the Dumbledores.
Minerva choked on nothing when she took in the Potter's home.
It was demolished. Smoke rose in turrets from the kitchen, or what
remained of it. It was hard to think that three days earlier, Lilly
Potter had come from the kitchen smiling with Harry in her arms.
Albus just stood there, not moving an inch. His wife turned to him
after she found herself able to move. She wished she hadn't. The intense
look of hatred she found on the old wizard's face was the same as that
which had been the last thing Grindelwald had seen. But this time a few
cold tears fell down his face.
" We...should find them." He moved forward. Minerva, taking a
deep breath, followed. She knew what they would find. Bodies. As
they made thier way into the ruins, each shook ever so slightly.
" James" was what he said after a few minutes. He had found
James Potter, a look of determination set in his pale face. Minerva
had to swallow to keep from throwing up. Brave James, noble James,
was dead. And the same was what they expected for his lovely wife.
Albus found a blanket and laid it over the body. He looked old, weary
and somewhat feeble standing over Jame's body. Only last night had
the two men spoken, James had been confident and all smiles. Albus
would never see his childish grin again. Minerva levetated herself up the
skeleton of the stairs. Lilly would have gone for Harry, to try and hide
him. As she moved closer, a sound came to her ears. Crying. A child's
tears.....
" Harry........" Minerva whispered, unable to comprehend how the
baby had survived. Pushing away the broken remains of the door, she
found what she was looking for. Lilly's still form was spead out on the
floor, firey hair lay all around her face. Her green eyes were dull,
completely devoid of her sparkle. The sparkle she had recieved from
her parents. But Harry was alive. Crying, blood on his little face, and
cloths ripped to shreds, Harry Potter was alive. Minerva slowly inched
towards the bawling child. He looked at her and reached out with his
small arms. She took him into her own.
" shhhhh. shhh. Hush little one. You are safe now." His tears settled
down to sobs. Uknowing sobs for his mother. Somehow he knew she
wouldn't be tuking him in the next night or ever again.
" Albus! Albus! Harry's alive!" She wispered urgently to him when
she got downstairs. Albus's jaw looked ready to drop. He hurried over
to them. Minerva turned Harry to face the aged wizard. Albus found a
smile for the child, who in turn stopped crying and peered intently at
the new person.
"I covered Lilly. I don't know how, but she reflected it." His eyes
turned up to her. He touched the boy's forehead. Then he gave a sad
smile.
" She did indeed. Look at this, a lightning shaped scar." With his
hankerchief he wiped the blood from Harry's forehead, which
revealed the scar. He put the hankerchief back in his robe poket,
steering Minerva out of the house. Neighbors came out to the horror,
many gasping and some even crying. A young woman in Hello-kitty
pajamas ran up to the old couple.
"Harry! Oh god!" Her frantic eyes looked at each of them with
the unasked question. Where were his parents? They both lowered
thier now dusty head.
" Oh dear Lord.....I just babysat for them yesterday.....Mrs.
Potter..." She broke into tears before them. Albus reached out to
pat her sholders. Her brother came and led her away from the scene.
" where are the Obliviators?" But no sooner had he said it than 50
wizards and witches appeared. the muggles, including the Potter's sitter
looked stunned.
" Magic....Rena...Magic.." Rena, the babysitter, stared in awe at the
many people. Alastor Moody, an auror, ran up to them.
" Get the kid out of her Minerva. We got to get to work. Are....the
bodies inside?" A nod. Alaster shook with rage and pain as he moved to
help the Obliviators.
" Come Minerva, back to Surry." She gave him a questioning glance,
the looked at Harry.
" We can use one of there people's fires." And so they went off with
the now sleeping Harry into a open house.
"Arabella Figg." With a swirl, all three were suddenly standing in
Arabella's sitting room. She peered up at Minerva in shock when she
heard Harry wake up.
"He's alive? But you-know-who....He'd of wanted him dead!" She
stood there, eyes wide, staring at the baby.
" She deflected it. Lilly somehow saved her son from the killing
curse." Arabella rushed forward, touching Harry to make sure he was
real, then flopping into an armchair. She had a melencholy looked
about her, but a thin smile coudl be seen.
" Lilly's son.....The Boy Who Lived........'
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well, ch 2 done. Hope you enjoyed it.