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 7- Days Gone By

"Bloody hell!" Peter muttered as he observed the wreckage of the subway train. He had apparated to where he was only a few seconds before, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The mangled engine compartment was on fire, and he knew he had to get Harry out of there before it exploded. Looking around for any potential Death Eaters, he apparated inside.

When Peter appeared inside the wreckage, he immediately began choking on the thick smoke. Tears formed in his agitated eyes, and visibility was only a few feet.

"Damnit! Harry, where are you?" When he got no response in return, Peter pulled out his wand and tried the summoning spell. "Accio Harry!" Immediately a small outline floated towards him. When Harry was within reach, Peter pulled out a small pendant that he kept around his neck. It was the emergency portkey that he had created just incase any situation would require a quick escape and one or both of them couldn't apparate.

Taking one last glance around, Peter quickly noticed the black robes of several Death Eaters. He let out a breath of relief when he realized that they were either dead or stunned. Picking up the Nimbus broom and grabbing Harry's hand, Peter said the activation words for the portkey. Instantly, he felt the familiar tugging at his navel and they both disappeared a second before the compartment exploded.

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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was usually a calm and thoughtful person. He was expected by many to oversee the battle against Voldemort and any Death Eaters that were currently causing havoc among the populace. However, under his calm and placid demeanor, he was indeed worried about the recent attacks against the muggles. The last one he had just been informed of took place during rush hour on a crowded London subway. The death toll was reaching into the hundreds. While this in itself was a horrible thing to have happen, it wasn't the most mysterious part of it.

What baffled the old headmaster was the fact that three of the bodies in the wreckage were identified as being Death Eaters. Their corpses were charred beyond recognition, but certain parts of their robes were resilient to fire and could be easily identified as being Death Eater attire. The ministry aurors had arrived shortly after, but it had been too late. Anyone within the vicinity of the front cars that could have witnessed the attacks was killed in the subsequent derailing or explosion.

Could there be someone else opposing the Death Eaters? The thought sounded good at first, but Dumbledore knew there had to be ulterior motives if he himself didn't know about the resistance faction. He continued to ponder the mysteries of the event before his informant burst into his office with a haunted look on his face. Snape didn't even bother with the usual empty greetings, but got straight to the point.

"Headmaster! I just met with some of the Death Eaters, and it seems that there is someone opposing them. A boy no less!"

It wasn't often that one could surprise the headmaster, but this warranted it. Dumbledore looked at Snape with a surprised expression before finding his voice. "A boy did you say? Are you absolutely sure of this Serverus?"

"I'm positive. Nott was shouting about pyromaniac miniature devils the whole time Parkinson was trying to explain. We had to stun him to shut him up."

"A boy..." Dumbledore said slowly to himself. He then stood from his chair with a grave look on his face. "This is as I feared. We may have another Tom Riddle on our hands. And this is only the beginning."

At Snape's look of confusion, the old headmaster slowly revealed the story behind Tom Riddle and who he was almost destined to become. "Tom was an extremely gifted student. He was top of his class and then Head Boy later on. What a waste of talent that he chose the path he did. I myself taught Riddle transfiguration."

"But what does this Riddle have to do with anything?"

Dumbledore looked grave as he spelt the name Tom Marvelo Riddle into the air with his wand. Snape's look changed from confusion to understanding as the headmaster rearranged the letters. I AM LORD VOLDEMORT burned brightly as Snape grimaced with the new knowledge.

"I see." Snape said curtly. "What can we do this time?"

"Let's just hope that this time around, fate won't throw us another lemon. I believe I have had enough lemon drops to last a lifetime."

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Harry Potter opened his eyes to a swirl of colors. The entire room was spinning and it took Harry a few seconds to get his bearing. Looking around, he realized that he was back in his own room. The familiar muggle superhero posters adorned his walls and the mounds of toys muggle and magical lying neatly off to one corner. Briefly, Harry wondered what happened. Then the events of the past few hours came rushing back to him.

'Damn mudbloods!' Harry thought darkly. He remembered the sadistic laughs of each of the robed figures as they tortured and killed the innocent muggles. They seemed to enjoy the killing immensely and Harry couldn't comprehend why anyone would kill someone that had done nothing wrong. The lifeless eyes of those poor powerless bystanders made him shiver. From that moment on, Harry made a pact with himself that he would keep no matter what. He would never stoop down to the mudblood level and intentionally torture or kill anyone who didn't deserve it.

Another train of thoughts entered Harry's mind. How had he gotten home? Did he apparate right before the compartment exploded? Harry shrugged off the thoughts and decided to just ask his dad. Walking downstairs, Harry witnessed something that he had never seen before. His mom was crying softly at the kitchen counter and his dad was looking grim with his clothes burnt and face black from the smoke.

"Mom? Dad?" Harry called out hesitantly. The result was instant. Peter turned towards him and a bright smile appeared on his face. Lily stopped crying momentarily as she sprinted towards the hallway and picked up her son before hugging him to her tightly. The tears renewed as she sobbed quietly.

"Harry...don't ever scare me like that again!"

Harry looked bewildered at the previous action before nodding and returning the hug. It was minutes before Harry was finally set down and led to the kitchen. According to his mom, Peter had already told her what he knew but the story was lacking Harry's eventual confrontation.

Harry nodded and proceeded to tell his parents what happened after he apparated into the train. He told them about how the robed figures boarded the train and started attacking people randomly. Without a bit of hesitation, he went on and described his eventual battle.

"I apparated in the car in front of us because I couldn't just stand there and let those people get hurt." He started but was interrupted by a snort from Peter. "Humph. Typical Potter behavior." He mumbled but shut up with a stern glare from Lily.

"There were six mudbloods total that were causing havoc. Apparently, that term is very degrading to them because one of them used the Cruciatus on me." This time Peter had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. He couldn't imagine what the Death Eaters' faces were when they were called the very thing they despised. This was ignored, however, as Lily realized what they had put on her son and immediately started fussing over him.

"I'm ok mom. I've had that spell on me so much that it doesn't even effect me anymore." Lily still looked apprehensive but let Harry continue his story. "The mudbloods looked really surprised that I wasn't on the ground screaming. I guess they don't practice their magic enough."

'That's because they haven't had a chance to practice since Voldemort is gone.' Peter thought silently with a smirk. Things were definitely looking up for him now. With their all-powerful leader gone, none of Voldemort's followers would give Harry any trouble whatsoever. Now all he needed to do was to act as the caring father who doted upon his son to keep Harry's loyalty. He turned his attention to Harry as the said boy continued his tale.

"I did the best thing that came up in my mind. Six on one isn't very good odds so I forced them to fight amongst themselves. I guess two of them died in the fighting."

Again Peter grinned inwardly when hearing more of the battle. 'Well who would have thought! You have your mother's Ravenclaw intellect and looks. You have your father's Gryffindor bravery. You have your own Slytherin manipulation skills. What house would the hat put you in?'

As Harry went into further detail, Peter began to think up ways to get Harry to Hogwarts. It was true that his secret could possibly be revealed, but the extent of information in the Hogwarts library was unparalleled. Peter himself was no good in potions so that was another reason to send Harry to that place. Potions were immensely useful in healing and creating effects that could not be obtained from raw magic alone. After minutes of debating, Peter could only think of three reasons to let Harry go to a magical school. Potions, the endless supply of books, and Quidditch. Everything else was worthless.

Lily listened with wide eyes as her son described his encounters with the Death Eaters. Even though she had known him to be magical for the last seven and a half years, the concept of magic spells and hocus-pocus was still very difficult to grasp. Harry continued his encounter oblivious to the fact that both his parents were deep in thought. His next sentence quickly recaptured their attention.

"The mudbloods were running around shouting so I took the opportunity to set one on fire." Peter had to bite his lips to keep from laughing. It wasn't everyday that one of Lord Voldemort's supporters spontaneously combusted. Harry saw the mirth in his father's eyes and smirked. "It was quite amusing really. The mudblood was dancing around like a little girl trying to put out the flames. Guess he forgot to stop, drop, and roll."

Peter couldn't take it anymore. This time he fell to the floor clutching his sides in laughter imagining one of his former comrades make a fool out of himself. Lily looked flabbergasted as she heard what her son did. Glancing at her still chuckling husband on the floor, she frowned before thinking about the bizarreness of the situation. A small smile graced her features as she shook her head in disbelief. She approached Harry and drew him into another hug.

"Now Harry," she began, "you do know that it was very dangerous of you to go confront these mudbloods by yourself don't you?" Harry looked abashed but nodded at her words. She saw the look on his face and tightened the hug. "Don't worry love. I'm not mad at you. In fact, I'm very proud that you tried to save those innocent people. Just promise me that you will think of the consequences before doing something like that again."

Harry smiled and nodded vigorously. Peter watched the entire exchanged with a contemplative look on his face. Everything was going according to plan. Now if only he could find some way to send Harry to Hogwarts without raising suspicion.

A/N: Boring way to end the chapter, but this was a filler by all accounts. Next few chapters should be a lot more interesting with tons of plot development. Some things you should keep in mind in this story:

1) Harry is NOT famous in any way. There is NO prophecy that would bring
attention to Harry.
2) Lily loves her son beyond all else. Even though she hates magic and
the evil it is used to do, she fully supports Harry and his training so
he can protect himself.
3) Sirius Black has not gone to Azkaban or suffered in any way besides
losing his best friend.
4) Peter no longer supports LV and or the DE because he has Harry's
support and loyalty.
5) Mudblood and DE are often used interchangeably.