My attempt of a Harry Potter fanfic. This idea has been swimming in my mind
for quite a while. We all know Hagrid pulls Harry out of the flames after
Voldemort attacks. But what if he had gotten there too late? What if
someone else pulls him from the wreckage? Someone who sets on using him for
their own schemes...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 2- No Rest for the Weary
It had been four weeks since the incident. Lord Voldemort had disappeared from the face of the earth and Peter wasn't fazed in the least. How could he when salvation was crawling mere centimeters away? Looking over, Harry was indeed crawling around the hotel room. He was endlessly curious about his surroundings and held no small amount of interest to muggle things that Peter had no idea on how to operate.
"Alright, that's enough kid." Peter said while picking Harry up from the floor away from the 'television'. What kind of strange device was that anyway? He had seen people stare endlessly at it for hours on end. Was it a mind-controlling device of some kind? He didn't have time to ponder for Harry was now squirming free of his grip. He looked down at the toddler who was adamantly trying to get free.
It was twice now that Harry had surprised him. The first obviously surviving the unblockable Avada Kedavra. Nobody in written history had ever survived that particular curse. If someone had the power to cast it, the curse itself had the power to kill. That was finality. There wasn't room for argument of any kind, and people quickly grew to fear the killing curse. It didn't lessen the impact that the caster was none other than Lord Voldemort himself. If anyone had power, it would be him.
The second surprise came when Peter attempted to quiet the crying boy one night. He had woken up around four-thirty in the morning to a child's sobbing and it irritated him to no end.
"Shut up!" he had screamed but to no avail. The noise aggravated Harry further, and his cries became louder. "You annoying child! Be quiet!" Without another thought, Peter grabbed his wand from the nightstand and pointed it at Harry. "Imperio! Shut up and go to sleep!"
Harry's cries did not stop as he expected. They continued with more force than ever before. Peter grabbed the nearest item to him and threw it. The crying died down, but it wasn't until after he nearly fell back asleep did he realize the gravity of the situation. His eyes shot open and he stared open mouthed at the now calm Harry who he saw was munching happily on a muggle cookie.
It was incredible. The child before him had just shrugged off the Imperius Curse. Most fully-grown wizards still could not do what baby Harry had just done. As Peter gazed down at the child, Harry finished eating the cookie and yawned cutely. He lay calmly on the pillow that was too big for him and drifted off to sleep. Peter couldn't help but allow a small smile to seep through his defenses. The far edges of his mouth quirked upwards almost unnoticeably.
After that experience, Peter knew that Harry wouldn't cry unless he needed something. Whether it was food or changing he didn't know, but he tried his best to pacify the toddler when he wanted attention. It would be dangerous for him if Harry drew too much attention in public. Hiding within the shadows had been his specialty, especially considering his rat form.
It wouldn't be until several months later that Peter realized the need to be subtle. Seeing as how he couldn't draw money out of his vault without giving himself away, he had to resort to other methods of obtaining money. The first thought that crossed his mind was how defenseless muggles really were. The best of them could do nothing to stop a simple Stupify or Crucio. He watched from the shadows as muggles purchased with a piece of plastic. If he could get his hands on one of those plastic things, he could live off of it.
It was just after sunset before Peter made his move. While hiding in a particularly dim ally, he watched pedestrians strolling leisurely down the street. It took nearly an hour of waiting for his target to approach. A well-dressed muggle businessman walked passed the ally. Peter immediately sprang into action and took away the toy that had kept Harry busy. Crying insured. As he had hoped, the muggle rushed into the ally as soon as he heard an infant's crying. Peter purposely acted in a way threatening Harry so the muggle would run towards him and deeper in the ally.
"Hey! What are you doing to that kid!" the man demanded as he approached the two. Peter smirked and turned towards him as he pulled out his wand. The man was almost upon him but Peter had a bored look on his face and said the curse without emotion.
"Avada Kedavra..."
The green light instantly engulfed the muggle and obscured him from view for a few seconds. When it dimmed, the only thing left was an empty shell void of all life. With a self-satisfied grin, Peter gave the toy back to Harry and approached the corpse.
"Now let's see what you can offer." Peter said as he bent over to sift through the valuables. "Hmm...useless muggle artifacts...various adoption papers...picture of a girl- whoa she's hot! You lucky bastard hehe. Or shall I say I'm the lucky one if I take your identity?" Peter grinned at the thought. The idea was worth pursuing since he could use the paperwork to explain who Harry was. Apparently he was on his way to adopt a child. It would give he and Harry a place to hide and he didn't mind the perks that came with it. "Aha here we are." Peter pulled out the credit card and examined it. He almost dropped it when he read the name James Potter. At least his victim didn't look at all like Prongs. "Unbelievable! If this is someone's idea of a joke it isn't funny."
He pocketed the papers, wad of bills, and credit card before memorizing the address on the driver's license. He would head there after they had something to eat compliments of his newest muggle toy. With a quick "Incendio!" to destroy the body and evidence, he stepped towards the entrance to the ally only to be stopped by a menacing figure clad in Ministry robes.
"Pettigrew! I knew I would find you behind that curse you backstabbing bastard!" The figure removed the hood covering his face and Peter paled visibly. He stood face to face with Sirius Black. He backed away and pulled Harry's tiny hand with him. Sirius immediately looked down to the toddler and his eyes widened in surprise. "I-is that..." his then looked murderously at Peter who was looking around frantically. "Hand. Harry. Over. NOW!"
Peter suddenly felt the Gryffindor part of himself take over, and before he could stop it, he shouted his answer. "Over my dead body!" Considering the circumstances, it wasn't the wisest thing to say. If possible, Sirius looked even more pissed than before.
"That can be arranged..." he bit out before pulling out his wand. "Accio Harry!" With a sudden jolt, Harry was jerked from Peter's grasp and landed in the outstretched arms of Sirius. Quickly, he put Harry down and eyed the trembling man that was only a few feet from him. "Now how will I make you feel the most pain?"
Peter desperately prayed for a miracle. He knew he had no chance when dueling with Sirius Black. The man was a fully certified Auror and probably knew more hexes and curses than ten normal wizards put together. He prayed that his master would come rescue him from certain death, but deep down he knew that was impossible. Voldemort was gone. And it was all due to the kid standing within spitting distance. He was Peter's last hope.
'Please Harry! Don't let me down now! I had so much faith in you!' He thought desperately. It was almost as if Harry heard his thoughts for at that moment, his ethereal emerald eyes burned into Peter's own. 'I know how powerful you are! The others would baby you and you would never grow to your full potential. Don't let that happen!'
"How about we start with something simple." Sirius interrupted his thoughts as he pointed his wand directly at Peter. He opened his mouth to shout a curse that Peter knew would be painful but was interrupted by a small tugging on his robes. He looked down at Harry and was about to brush him aside before a sudden white light struck Sirius directly in the forehead. He fell to the ground stunned.
It took several seconds for Peter's mind to register what happened. He kept looking at the stunned Sirius, then to Harry, and back to Sirius. His jaw almost hit the floor and he stood there dumfounded as Harry looked at him with satisfaction hidden in the green depths. After several moments, the gravity of the situation hit Peter. He immediately erased Sirius' memory, picked up Harry, and ran from the ally. Other Aurors would no doubt be showing soon. He would have to be discreet with his magic usage now that they were on to him.
After running for ten minutes, he quickly turned into another back ally. He needed to catch his breath and think. The Aurors couldn't track him if he didn't use any magic, but there was one more spell he had to use before going into hiding. He pulled out his wand and transfigured himself exactly like the picture of the man he had. Without another word, he picked up the now sleeping Harry and walked out of the ally. They easily blended into the crowd of pedestrians.
As he walked towards the address he had, his thoughts turned towards the sleeping child in his arms. He already knew how much potential Harry possessed since Halloween. No normal child could shrug off the killing curse with nothing but a scar to show for it. The Imperius Curse also had no visible effect on him. And just minutes before, Harry had used his wandless magic ability. It wasn't some silly light charm that most wizards could cast if they concentrated hard enough. It was a complex stunning spell that even some of the higher-level students at Hogwarts had trouble with even with the aid of a wand. Peter wondered if even Dumbledore could cast those spells wandlessly with ease.
Peter approached the address of the muggle James Potter and bit his lip. His excuse was that he had just come back from adopting 'Harry' but on the way back, ran into some trouble with robbers. He managed to fend them off but not before one of them conked him on the head with a piece of wood. There were no outward signs of injury but his memory was now gone and he had managed to come home only due to the address listed on the driver's license. He knew it was full of holes, but at that moment he didn't care. If it came down to it, he would use the Imperious Curse to convince people.
He knocked on the door and as he hoped, the woman in the picture answered the door. She had a very nice complexion along with long curly brown hair and aquamarine eyes. She smiled as she saw him and it lit her face with a pleasant glow. "You're back, James!" she said excitedly and quickly leaned in to kissed him. He relented and after an awkward moment, she pulled back and stared at him. "What's wrong?"
"Er...how do I explain this?" Peter began. He then launched into his full explanation of the events that happened for him to be like this. During the explanation, he could have sworn he heard Harry wave his hand at the lady. Her face contorted first to disbelief and then to sympathy. It then turned to joy when she saw Harry.
"Oh my! Aren't you the cutest little thing? Let's get you inside and give you something to eat. James, we'll straighten out your memory during dinner. Come on!"
Peter followed and looked around at his surroundings. It didn't take long to figure out his relationship to the woman. She was his wife. Their wedding picture was hung over the fireplace. As he entered the kitchen and sat down, she began her methods to help him 'recover' his memory.
"So do you remember what my name is or anything for that matter?" she asked. At his blank look, she sighed and explained. "As you already know, you are James Potter. We've been married for 2 years, and I learned I had trouble having kids. That's why we adopted Harry. I was hoping at least that you would remember my name but I guess not. My name is Lily."
Peter almost choked on the water he had been sipping on. He started coughing and Lily immediately rushed to his side. "Are you ok James?" she asked frantically. Peter only nodded weakly while one thought kept running though his head.
'What have I gotten myself into?'
A/N: How many of you saw that coming? Remember, muggle James and Lily Potter look nothing like their wizard counterparts. Also remember that Peter oblivated Sirius so he has no memory of Harry. The wizarding world is still pretty much in the dark.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 2- No Rest for the Weary
It had been four weeks since the incident. Lord Voldemort had disappeared from the face of the earth and Peter wasn't fazed in the least. How could he when salvation was crawling mere centimeters away? Looking over, Harry was indeed crawling around the hotel room. He was endlessly curious about his surroundings and held no small amount of interest to muggle things that Peter had no idea on how to operate.
"Alright, that's enough kid." Peter said while picking Harry up from the floor away from the 'television'. What kind of strange device was that anyway? He had seen people stare endlessly at it for hours on end. Was it a mind-controlling device of some kind? He didn't have time to ponder for Harry was now squirming free of his grip. He looked down at the toddler who was adamantly trying to get free.
It was twice now that Harry had surprised him. The first obviously surviving the unblockable Avada Kedavra. Nobody in written history had ever survived that particular curse. If someone had the power to cast it, the curse itself had the power to kill. That was finality. There wasn't room for argument of any kind, and people quickly grew to fear the killing curse. It didn't lessen the impact that the caster was none other than Lord Voldemort himself. If anyone had power, it would be him.
The second surprise came when Peter attempted to quiet the crying boy one night. He had woken up around four-thirty in the morning to a child's sobbing and it irritated him to no end.
"Shut up!" he had screamed but to no avail. The noise aggravated Harry further, and his cries became louder. "You annoying child! Be quiet!" Without another thought, Peter grabbed his wand from the nightstand and pointed it at Harry. "Imperio! Shut up and go to sleep!"
Harry's cries did not stop as he expected. They continued with more force than ever before. Peter grabbed the nearest item to him and threw it. The crying died down, but it wasn't until after he nearly fell back asleep did he realize the gravity of the situation. His eyes shot open and he stared open mouthed at the now calm Harry who he saw was munching happily on a muggle cookie.
It was incredible. The child before him had just shrugged off the Imperius Curse. Most fully-grown wizards still could not do what baby Harry had just done. As Peter gazed down at the child, Harry finished eating the cookie and yawned cutely. He lay calmly on the pillow that was too big for him and drifted off to sleep. Peter couldn't help but allow a small smile to seep through his defenses. The far edges of his mouth quirked upwards almost unnoticeably.
After that experience, Peter knew that Harry wouldn't cry unless he needed something. Whether it was food or changing he didn't know, but he tried his best to pacify the toddler when he wanted attention. It would be dangerous for him if Harry drew too much attention in public. Hiding within the shadows had been his specialty, especially considering his rat form.
It wouldn't be until several months later that Peter realized the need to be subtle. Seeing as how he couldn't draw money out of his vault without giving himself away, he had to resort to other methods of obtaining money. The first thought that crossed his mind was how defenseless muggles really were. The best of them could do nothing to stop a simple Stupify or Crucio. He watched from the shadows as muggles purchased with a piece of plastic. If he could get his hands on one of those plastic things, he could live off of it.
It was just after sunset before Peter made his move. While hiding in a particularly dim ally, he watched pedestrians strolling leisurely down the street. It took nearly an hour of waiting for his target to approach. A well-dressed muggle businessman walked passed the ally. Peter immediately sprang into action and took away the toy that had kept Harry busy. Crying insured. As he had hoped, the muggle rushed into the ally as soon as he heard an infant's crying. Peter purposely acted in a way threatening Harry so the muggle would run towards him and deeper in the ally.
"Hey! What are you doing to that kid!" the man demanded as he approached the two. Peter smirked and turned towards him as he pulled out his wand. The man was almost upon him but Peter had a bored look on his face and said the curse without emotion.
"Avada Kedavra..."
The green light instantly engulfed the muggle and obscured him from view for a few seconds. When it dimmed, the only thing left was an empty shell void of all life. With a self-satisfied grin, Peter gave the toy back to Harry and approached the corpse.
"Now let's see what you can offer." Peter said as he bent over to sift through the valuables. "Hmm...useless muggle artifacts...various adoption papers...picture of a girl- whoa she's hot! You lucky bastard hehe. Or shall I say I'm the lucky one if I take your identity?" Peter grinned at the thought. The idea was worth pursuing since he could use the paperwork to explain who Harry was. Apparently he was on his way to adopt a child. It would give he and Harry a place to hide and he didn't mind the perks that came with it. "Aha here we are." Peter pulled out the credit card and examined it. He almost dropped it when he read the name James Potter. At least his victim didn't look at all like Prongs. "Unbelievable! If this is someone's idea of a joke it isn't funny."
He pocketed the papers, wad of bills, and credit card before memorizing the address on the driver's license. He would head there after they had something to eat compliments of his newest muggle toy. With a quick "Incendio!" to destroy the body and evidence, he stepped towards the entrance to the ally only to be stopped by a menacing figure clad in Ministry robes.
"Pettigrew! I knew I would find you behind that curse you backstabbing bastard!" The figure removed the hood covering his face and Peter paled visibly. He stood face to face with Sirius Black. He backed away and pulled Harry's tiny hand with him. Sirius immediately looked down to the toddler and his eyes widened in surprise. "I-is that..." his then looked murderously at Peter who was looking around frantically. "Hand. Harry. Over. NOW!"
Peter suddenly felt the Gryffindor part of himself take over, and before he could stop it, he shouted his answer. "Over my dead body!" Considering the circumstances, it wasn't the wisest thing to say. If possible, Sirius looked even more pissed than before.
"That can be arranged..." he bit out before pulling out his wand. "Accio Harry!" With a sudden jolt, Harry was jerked from Peter's grasp and landed in the outstretched arms of Sirius. Quickly, he put Harry down and eyed the trembling man that was only a few feet from him. "Now how will I make you feel the most pain?"
Peter desperately prayed for a miracle. He knew he had no chance when dueling with Sirius Black. The man was a fully certified Auror and probably knew more hexes and curses than ten normal wizards put together. He prayed that his master would come rescue him from certain death, but deep down he knew that was impossible. Voldemort was gone. And it was all due to the kid standing within spitting distance. He was Peter's last hope.
'Please Harry! Don't let me down now! I had so much faith in you!' He thought desperately. It was almost as if Harry heard his thoughts for at that moment, his ethereal emerald eyes burned into Peter's own. 'I know how powerful you are! The others would baby you and you would never grow to your full potential. Don't let that happen!'
"How about we start with something simple." Sirius interrupted his thoughts as he pointed his wand directly at Peter. He opened his mouth to shout a curse that Peter knew would be painful but was interrupted by a small tugging on his robes. He looked down at Harry and was about to brush him aside before a sudden white light struck Sirius directly in the forehead. He fell to the ground stunned.
It took several seconds for Peter's mind to register what happened. He kept looking at the stunned Sirius, then to Harry, and back to Sirius. His jaw almost hit the floor and he stood there dumfounded as Harry looked at him with satisfaction hidden in the green depths. After several moments, the gravity of the situation hit Peter. He immediately erased Sirius' memory, picked up Harry, and ran from the ally. Other Aurors would no doubt be showing soon. He would have to be discreet with his magic usage now that they were on to him.
After running for ten minutes, he quickly turned into another back ally. He needed to catch his breath and think. The Aurors couldn't track him if he didn't use any magic, but there was one more spell he had to use before going into hiding. He pulled out his wand and transfigured himself exactly like the picture of the man he had. Without another word, he picked up the now sleeping Harry and walked out of the ally. They easily blended into the crowd of pedestrians.
As he walked towards the address he had, his thoughts turned towards the sleeping child in his arms. He already knew how much potential Harry possessed since Halloween. No normal child could shrug off the killing curse with nothing but a scar to show for it. The Imperius Curse also had no visible effect on him. And just minutes before, Harry had used his wandless magic ability. It wasn't some silly light charm that most wizards could cast if they concentrated hard enough. It was a complex stunning spell that even some of the higher-level students at Hogwarts had trouble with even with the aid of a wand. Peter wondered if even Dumbledore could cast those spells wandlessly with ease.
Peter approached the address of the muggle James Potter and bit his lip. His excuse was that he had just come back from adopting 'Harry' but on the way back, ran into some trouble with robbers. He managed to fend them off but not before one of them conked him on the head with a piece of wood. There were no outward signs of injury but his memory was now gone and he had managed to come home only due to the address listed on the driver's license. He knew it was full of holes, but at that moment he didn't care. If it came down to it, he would use the Imperious Curse to convince people.
He knocked on the door and as he hoped, the woman in the picture answered the door. She had a very nice complexion along with long curly brown hair and aquamarine eyes. She smiled as she saw him and it lit her face with a pleasant glow. "You're back, James!" she said excitedly and quickly leaned in to kissed him. He relented and after an awkward moment, she pulled back and stared at him. "What's wrong?"
"Er...how do I explain this?" Peter began. He then launched into his full explanation of the events that happened for him to be like this. During the explanation, he could have sworn he heard Harry wave his hand at the lady. Her face contorted first to disbelief and then to sympathy. It then turned to joy when she saw Harry.
"Oh my! Aren't you the cutest little thing? Let's get you inside and give you something to eat. James, we'll straighten out your memory during dinner. Come on!"
Peter followed and looked around at his surroundings. It didn't take long to figure out his relationship to the woman. She was his wife. Their wedding picture was hung over the fireplace. As he entered the kitchen and sat down, she began her methods to help him 'recover' his memory.
"So do you remember what my name is or anything for that matter?" she asked. At his blank look, she sighed and explained. "As you already know, you are James Potter. We've been married for 2 years, and I learned I had trouble having kids. That's why we adopted Harry. I was hoping at least that you would remember my name but I guess not. My name is Lily."
Peter almost choked on the water he had been sipping on. He started coughing and Lily immediately rushed to his side. "Are you ok James?" she asked frantically. Peter only nodded weakly while one thought kept running though his head.
'What have I gotten myself into?'
A/N: How many of you saw that coming? Remember, muggle James and Lily Potter look nothing like their wizard counterparts. Also remember that Peter oblivated Sirius so he has no memory of Harry. The wizarding world is still pretty much in the dark.
