Double Bluff
Prologue
6:34PM July 27th 1980
James Potter sat hunched over on a small wooden chair, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.
"You have to be joking Sirius. I mean, our old plan can't fail can it?" James asked, clearly disturbed by what Sirius had suggested moments before.
"No. I'm serious. James, we both know that one out of the four of us is a traitor, right? But you and I took veritaserum. That leaves Peter, Lily and Remus. Lily wouldn't be plotting to kill her own son and husband, so that means Peter or Remus. You know it too." Sirius replied, trying to inject some sense into James.
"Yeah. I know. But isn't this a bit over the top?" James asked.
"No it isn't James. With our old plan, we have a fifty percent chance of getting you turned over to Voldemort. What if it's old Peter who's doing the spying?" Sirius replied
"He wouldn't." James said stubbornly
"You're right. He wouldn't. But would you bet yours, Lily's and the baby's life on that?" Sirius asked
There was an awkwardly long pause as James thought.
"All right Sirius. Explain this plan of yours to me one more time." James gave in.
"You tell everyone that the baby's stillborn. Have a grave made. Put up a headstone, and I'll be secret keeper for you. I'll say that the baby's mine that I had with Amanda. Amanda's already pregnant. We could say it's twins. Since Voldemort's after your baby, you're safe because they think the baby's dead. I raise your child and mine with Amanda. With a little lie, we all live."
"I'll talk to Lily about it Sirius. No promises."
"All right. I'd better be going. You have a lot to think about." Sirius said, Apparating away.
1:03AM August 1st 1980
Sirius Black flew across the night sky, a brown bundle in hand. His motorcycle roared and he began his decent. It was a gentle landing, right in the driveway. He pulled his motorcycle into the garage, and walked inside via the garage door.
Baby Harry was still asleep in his arms as he entered the nursery. Sirius gently removed Harry from the bundle, and wrapped him up in a blanket in the crib.
Silent as a mouse, Sirius slid the door closed behind him. He crossed the hall, hung up his jacket and entered his and Amanda's room. He should have known something when he walked in and didn't hear snoring.
"Amanda. I'm home honey. Would you like to see baby Harry?" Sirius asked.
No reply.
"Come on. I know you're not asleep. You're not snoring." Sirius said cowering. He expected Amanda to throw a shoe at him.
No reply.
"Amanda?" Sirius asked, turning on the lights.
Amanda wasn't breathing. She was dead. A heart attack.
8:00am November 1st 1981
You-Know-Who Vanquished
At approximately 11:30 last night, The dark lord made a surprise attack upon the residence of Frank and Alice Longbottom. You-Know-Who used an unlocking spell on the door, and dueled with Frank Longbottom. Alice Longbottom attempted to flee with her son. Frank Longbottom was killed in the duel, and You-Know-Who ran after Alice Longbottom and her son. He dispatched Alice with a killing curse, and turned his wand on the boy. But for some reason, the curse rebounded and killed the dark lord, leaving Neville Longbottom alive with an eerie lightening bolt scar upon his forehead. All praises to Neville Longbottom, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Neville now resides with his grandmother in a small cottage outside of London.
6:34PM July 27th 1980
James Potter sat hunched over on a small wooden chair, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.
"You have to be joking Sirius. I mean, our old plan can't fail can it?" James asked, clearly disturbed by what Sirius had suggested moments before.
"No. I'm serious. James, we both know that one out of the four of us is a traitor, right? But you and I took veritaserum. That leaves Peter, Lily and Remus. Lily wouldn't be plotting to kill her own son and husband, so that means Peter or Remus. You know it too." Sirius replied, trying to inject some sense into James.
"Yeah. I know. But isn't this a bit over the top?" James asked.
"No it isn't James. With our old plan, we have a fifty percent chance of getting you turned over to Voldemort. What if it's old Peter who's doing the spying?" Sirius replied
"He wouldn't." James said stubbornly
"You're right. He wouldn't. But would you bet yours, Lily's and the baby's life on that?" Sirius asked
There was an awkwardly long pause as James thought.
"All right Sirius. Explain this plan of yours to me one more time." James gave in.
"You tell everyone that the baby's stillborn. Have a grave made. Put up a headstone, and I'll be secret keeper for you. I'll say that the baby's mine that I had with Amanda. Amanda's already pregnant. We could say it's twins. Since Voldemort's after your baby, you're safe because they think the baby's dead. I raise your child and mine with Amanda. With a little lie, we all live."
"I'll talk to Lily about it Sirius. No promises."
"All right. I'd better be going. You have a lot to think about." Sirius said, Apparating away.
1:03AM August 1st 1980
Sirius Black flew across the night sky, a brown bundle in hand. His motorcycle roared and he began his decent. It was a gentle landing, right in the driveway. He pulled his motorcycle into the garage, and walked inside via the garage door.
Baby Harry was still asleep in his arms as he entered the nursery. Sirius gently removed Harry from the bundle, and wrapped him up in a blanket in the crib.
Silent as a mouse, Sirius slid the door closed behind him. He crossed the hall, hung up his jacket and entered his and Amanda's room. He should have known something when he walked in and didn't hear snoring.
"Amanda. I'm home honey. Would you like to see baby Harry?" Sirius asked.
No reply.
"Come on. I know you're not asleep. You're not snoring." Sirius said cowering. He expected Amanda to throw a shoe at him.
No reply.
"Amanda?" Sirius asked, turning on the lights.
Amanda wasn't breathing. She was dead. A heart attack.
8:00am November 1st 1981
You-Know-Who Vanquished
At approximately 11:30 last night, The dark lord made a surprise attack upon the residence of Frank and Alice Longbottom. You-Know-Who used an unlocking spell on the door, and dueled with Frank Longbottom. Alice Longbottom attempted to flee with her son. Frank Longbottom was killed in the duel, and You-Know-Who ran after Alice Longbottom and her son. He dispatched Alice with a killing curse, and turned his wand on the boy. But for some reason, the curse rebounded and killed the dark lord, leaving Neville Longbottom alive with an eerie lightening bolt scar upon his forehead. All praises to Neville Longbottom, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Neville now resides with his grandmother in a small cottage outside of London.