Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter, although, I
don't even own some of the character's you don't recognize. Romulus, Sarah,
and Orion all belong to Sarah Emily Black, she's letting me borrow them for
my story.
"Professor, can I come in?" A thin girl of fifteen asked standing at the door. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. The Professor in question looked up from her grading, and smiled.
"Yes, Jamie, come in." Jamie walked in and stood before her professor. "What can I help you with?"
"Well, Professor, remember how you were telling us that story about those four people, the ones who pulled all of those pranks." The Professor nodded. "It seemed to me like there was more to your story than you were telling us, and I was wondering if you would mind telling me the whole story."
The Professor set down her pen and looked at her student thoughtfully. She sighed and closed her eyes thinking. Finally she broke the silence.
"Alright, I'll start at the beginning, but is a long story. A very long story, you see it starts when our characters are almost two, and it goes on until they are in their twenties. This story has love, betrayal, swordfights, pranks, spying, hate, friendship, happiness, depression, good and evil, magic, werewolves, fairies, torture, bravery, and loyalty. It doesn't even have a real ending, and the one that it does have is very depressing."
"What do you mean it doesn't have a real ending?"
"No one knows how the story ends, it hasn't been written down yet, so until then we will not know how it ends."
"You mean the story is true and the characters in it are real?"
"Yes, I do. I even know a few of them, that is how I learned this story."
"Your telling me that there are such things as fairies, werewolves, and magic."
"Yes, Jamie, I am. And if you were to stay and hear this tale, I believe that you will come to accept them too."
"Ok, so you said the story starts when they're two."
"When they are almost two. Our story starts on a cold Halloween night, with a woman who has just put four babies to bed. The woman is a beautiful blonde haired thing, with big blue eyes and fair skin. She moves with the grace of a cat, and with a confidence only a fighter can achieve. On this night, after putting the children to bed, she has curled up with a book, waiting for her husband, and his friends to arrive, so she can sleep."
Emily Black had been reading for over an hour for her husband and his friends to come home. She didn't mind babysitting, in fact she enjoyed it, but that was only when the children were awake. After the babies had been put to bed, it got down right boring.
Emily set down her book and thought about the children upstairs. There was her daughter Sarah, and her twin brother Orion. Orion was already getting into mischief, just like his father. Sarah on the other hand was quiet, and seemed to be interested in everything. Then there was Harry, James and Lily's son. He seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. At times babysitting him was down right nerve racking, as he would try to do things like flying a broomstick that was left in his reach. The last child was Romulus Lupin, Remus and Tiffany Lupin's son. He was the happy go lucky baby of the group. He almost always had a smile on his face, and he seemed ready to laugh at everything. Too bad his mother had died in childbirth, she would have loved to have known her son.
Emily suddenly sat up straight, listening closely. Outside, she could hear someone approaching. The footsteps were oddly familiar, but she couldn't place them. She silently go up and cautiously made her way towards the window, and the person she saw there made her blood run cold. Emily silently ran upstairs, as she heard the door crash open.
She burst into the nursery, and took her wand out. She then locked the door magically. She could hear him getting closer, and for the first time in her life, Emily Black was afraid. She looked at the children who were sleeping in the cribs, and she felt the tears spring to her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She raised her wand, and was about to cast the spell, when the door was suddenly flung open.
"Silly girl, your pathetic wards cannot stop me." The man said approaching her. "You might as well save yourself, and give the children to me."
"Never." Was her only reply as she readied herself to duel.
"Foolish girl, I see I will have to do this the hard way." He raised his wand. "Imperious!"
Emily smiled as the spell hit her. This man may be the most evil wizard of their time, but that didn't mean he had brains.
"Do you really think that spell could control one of the tribe? Especially since we are trained to resist it from the womb." Emily asked with a smirk. She raised her wand and said the disarming spell.
"And do you, stupid girl, really think that the disarming spell would really work against me? But I am tired of this pathetic fight. I really expected more of one with your standing in the tribe, but lets just say I over estimated you. Avada Kadava!"
The last thing Emily saw before the green light hit her, was the faces of the children in the cribs. The man seeing that Emily was dead, advanced on the four cribs. He allowed himself to smile evilly before he raised his wand. He looked at the child in the crib, the baby had messy black hair and emerald eyes.
"Avada Kadava!" The Dark Lord barely had time to be surprised before the spell rebounded off of the child and hit him. The little boy, not knowing that he had just liberated the wizarding world, not knowing that his babysitter was now dead, smiled and rolled over in his sleep.
An hour later three men approach the house. The first man, the owner of the house, was 6'1 and had shoulder length black hair, which he wore in a low ponytail. He had black eyes that were full of laughter, and a youthful and handsome face. His name was Sirius Black. The second man was 5'9, and he had short, messy black hair. He had handsome blue eyes that were full of intelligence and mischief. He had a ruggedly handsome face, and his name was James Potter. The last man was also 5'9. He had sandy blonde hair, that needed to be trimmed. His dark amber eyes were full of laughter. His face was handsome, but it was also tired and care worn. His name was Remus Lupin. All three men were a little bit tipsy, seeing as they had been partying for the last four hours. But all three men were immediately sobered when they saw the door to the house. All three men paled considerably, and the glance they exchanged was very worried. All three took out their wands, and quietly crept into the house. Sirius was the first to enter the nursery, and he stopped dead in his tracks, as tears streamed silently down his face. The other two men exchanged glances and pushed past him into the room. They also stopped in their tracks. "Merlin!" James said as he slowly made his way towards the bodies on the floor. "How did this happen?" "He killed her, he killed Emily." Sirius said sobbing. Remus walked over to his friend and began to comfort him. "How did what happen," he asked. "How did Voldemort end up dead on the floor?" James clarified. Both Remus and Sirius choked. "Prongs, this is not the time to joke. I mean the evil git just murdered my wife and children." Sirius said. James looked up at him and motioned for the two to come over to where he was. Sirius and Remus got up exchanging nervous glances. "Merlin! Your right Prongs!" Remus exclaimed. "How did this happen?" Sirius opened his mouth to add something to this, but he was interrupted by the crying of his daughter. All three men looked at the cribs shocked. Sirius walked towards the crib with is daughter and looked in. Sarah was laying in her crib looking up at him with her big blue eyes. She was obviously alive. Sirius picked her up and began to comfort the child. Meanwhile, James an Remus had looked in the other cribs, and had found the other children alive. The only odd thing they had found was the scar on Harry's forehead. "Where did that come from Moony?" James asked looking down at his son. Remus shrugged his shoulders. "I have no clue Prongs, but we need to tell Dumbledore." James and Sirius looked at him and nodded. Each man picked up his child/children, and left the nursery. They entered the room where Emily had been reading earlier, and flooed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Dumbledore was headmaster. The men explained what they had found to the old wizard, and were now waiting to hear his verdict on the situation. "It looks like Voldemort is gone." He said simply, looking at each man. "But how? And what about Harry's scar?" James asked. "I believe Voldemort tried to kill him, but that the curse backfired and killed Voldemort instead. Harry got that scar when the curse it hit him." "WHAT?!?" James yelled. "You can't survive the killing curse! That's impossible!" "James, nothing is impossible, something's are just extremely hard to do." Was Dumbledore's reply. "Now, I suggest that the seven of you go to Godric's Hollow and get some sleep, I will see you at the meeting tomorrow, and we will discuss where we will go from here then." The three men left the school, and went to James' house in Godric's Hallow, where they explained what had happened to Lily.
"The next day the story was all over the news. The wizarding world, after having lived in fear for twelve years, had finally been liberated by the boy who lived. All day long their was feasting and games played by all. In all of Wales, only two groups weren't celebrating, Voldemort's followers, and Emily's closest friends. And so the wizarding world had at last found peace. This is the stage for which our story is set, nine years later." The Professor finished. Jamie sat in silence for a few moments before saying anything. "How exactly was Harry able to kill Voldemort? And why didn't Dumbledore really seem to care about Emily's death? Why did Voldemort want to kill the children in the first place?" Jamie stopped as her Professor held up her hands. "These are questions which will be answered later on in our story. For all stories are round, and in the end, they will come back to the beginning. There will be holes in the story, and it is up to you to fill them." The Professor finished, picking up her pen again. She began to grade her papers again. Jamie knowing she would not be able to get anything else out of her Professor, got up and left. "Can I come back tomorrow?" The Professor nodded, and Jamie left the room.
"Professor, can I come in?" A thin girl of fifteen asked standing at the door. She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. The Professor in question looked up from her grading, and smiled.
"Yes, Jamie, come in." Jamie walked in and stood before her professor. "What can I help you with?"
"Well, Professor, remember how you were telling us that story about those four people, the ones who pulled all of those pranks." The Professor nodded. "It seemed to me like there was more to your story than you were telling us, and I was wondering if you would mind telling me the whole story."
The Professor set down her pen and looked at her student thoughtfully. She sighed and closed her eyes thinking. Finally she broke the silence.
"Alright, I'll start at the beginning, but is a long story. A very long story, you see it starts when our characters are almost two, and it goes on until they are in their twenties. This story has love, betrayal, swordfights, pranks, spying, hate, friendship, happiness, depression, good and evil, magic, werewolves, fairies, torture, bravery, and loyalty. It doesn't even have a real ending, and the one that it does have is very depressing."
"What do you mean it doesn't have a real ending?"
"No one knows how the story ends, it hasn't been written down yet, so until then we will not know how it ends."
"You mean the story is true and the characters in it are real?"
"Yes, I do. I even know a few of them, that is how I learned this story."
"Your telling me that there are such things as fairies, werewolves, and magic."
"Yes, Jamie, I am. And if you were to stay and hear this tale, I believe that you will come to accept them too."
"Ok, so you said the story starts when they're two."
"When they are almost two. Our story starts on a cold Halloween night, with a woman who has just put four babies to bed. The woman is a beautiful blonde haired thing, with big blue eyes and fair skin. She moves with the grace of a cat, and with a confidence only a fighter can achieve. On this night, after putting the children to bed, she has curled up with a book, waiting for her husband, and his friends to arrive, so she can sleep."
Emily Black had been reading for over an hour for her husband and his friends to come home. She didn't mind babysitting, in fact she enjoyed it, but that was only when the children were awake. After the babies had been put to bed, it got down right boring.
Emily set down her book and thought about the children upstairs. There was her daughter Sarah, and her twin brother Orion. Orion was already getting into mischief, just like his father. Sarah on the other hand was quiet, and seemed to be interested in everything. Then there was Harry, James and Lily's son. He seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. At times babysitting him was down right nerve racking, as he would try to do things like flying a broomstick that was left in his reach. The last child was Romulus Lupin, Remus and Tiffany Lupin's son. He was the happy go lucky baby of the group. He almost always had a smile on his face, and he seemed ready to laugh at everything. Too bad his mother had died in childbirth, she would have loved to have known her son.
Emily suddenly sat up straight, listening closely. Outside, she could hear someone approaching. The footsteps were oddly familiar, but she couldn't place them. She silently go up and cautiously made her way towards the window, and the person she saw there made her blood run cold. Emily silently ran upstairs, as she heard the door crash open.
She burst into the nursery, and took her wand out. She then locked the door magically. She could hear him getting closer, and for the first time in her life, Emily Black was afraid. She looked at the children who were sleeping in the cribs, and she felt the tears spring to her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She raised her wand, and was about to cast the spell, when the door was suddenly flung open.
"Silly girl, your pathetic wards cannot stop me." The man said approaching her. "You might as well save yourself, and give the children to me."
"Never." Was her only reply as she readied herself to duel.
"Foolish girl, I see I will have to do this the hard way." He raised his wand. "Imperious!"
Emily smiled as the spell hit her. This man may be the most evil wizard of their time, but that didn't mean he had brains.
"Do you really think that spell could control one of the tribe? Especially since we are trained to resist it from the womb." Emily asked with a smirk. She raised her wand and said the disarming spell.
"And do you, stupid girl, really think that the disarming spell would really work against me? But I am tired of this pathetic fight. I really expected more of one with your standing in the tribe, but lets just say I over estimated you. Avada Kadava!"
The last thing Emily saw before the green light hit her, was the faces of the children in the cribs. The man seeing that Emily was dead, advanced on the four cribs. He allowed himself to smile evilly before he raised his wand. He looked at the child in the crib, the baby had messy black hair and emerald eyes.
"Avada Kadava!" The Dark Lord barely had time to be surprised before the spell rebounded off of the child and hit him. The little boy, not knowing that he had just liberated the wizarding world, not knowing that his babysitter was now dead, smiled and rolled over in his sleep.
An hour later three men approach the house. The first man, the owner of the house, was 6'1 and had shoulder length black hair, which he wore in a low ponytail. He had black eyes that were full of laughter, and a youthful and handsome face. His name was Sirius Black. The second man was 5'9, and he had short, messy black hair. He had handsome blue eyes that were full of intelligence and mischief. He had a ruggedly handsome face, and his name was James Potter. The last man was also 5'9. He had sandy blonde hair, that needed to be trimmed. His dark amber eyes were full of laughter. His face was handsome, but it was also tired and care worn. His name was Remus Lupin. All three men were a little bit tipsy, seeing as they had been partying for the last four hours. But all three men were immediately sobered when they saw the door to the house. All three men paled considerably, and the glance they exchanged was very worried. All three took out their wands, and quietly crept into the house. Sirius was the first to enter the nursery, and he stopped dead in his tracks, as tears streamed silently down his face. The other two men exchanged glances and pushed past him into the room. They also stopped in their tracks. "Merlin!" James said as he slowly made his way towards the bodies on the floor. "How did this happen?" "He killed her, he killed Emily." Sirius said sobbing. Remus walked over to his friend and began to comfort him. "How did what happen," he asked. "How did Voldemort end up dead on the floor?" James clarified. Both Remus and Sirius choked. "Prongs, this is not the time to joke. I mean the evil git just murdered my wife and children." Sirius said. James looked up at him and motioned for the two to come over to where he was. Sirius and Remus got up exchanging nervous glances. "Merlin! Your right Prongs!" Remus exclaimed. "How did this happen?" Sirius opened his mouth to add something to this, but he was interrupted by the crying of his daughter. All three men looked at the cribs shocked. Sirius walked towards the crib with is daughter and looked in. Sarah was laying in her crib looking up at him with her big blue eyes. She was obviously alive. Sirius picked her up and began to comfort the child. Meanwhile, James an Remus had looked in the other cribs, and had found the other children alive. The only odd thing they had found was the scar on Harry's forehead. "Where did that come from Moony?" James asked looking down at his son. Remus shrugged his shoulders. "I have no clue Prongs, but we need to tell Dumbledore." James and Sirius looked at him and nodded. Each man picked up his child/children, and left the nursery. They entered the room where Emily had been reading earlier, and flooed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Dumbledore was headmaster. The men explained what they had found to the old wizard, and were now waiting to hear his verdict on the situation. "It looks like Voldemort is gone." He said simply, looking at each man. "But how? And what about Harry's scar?" James asked. "I believe Voldemort tried to kill him, but that the curse backfired and killed Voldemort instead. Harry got that scar when the curse it hit him." "WHAT?!?" James yelled. "You can't survive the killing curse! That's impossible!" "James, nothing is impossible, something's are just extremely hard to do." Was Dumbledore's reply. "Now, I suggest that the seven of you go to Godric's Hollow and get some sleep, I will see you at the meeting tomorrow, and we will discuss where we will go from here then." The three men left the school, and went to James' house in Godric's Hallow, where they explained what had happened to Lily.
"The next day the story was all over the news. The wizarding world, after having lived in fear for twelve years, had finally been liberated by the boy who lived. All day long their was feasting and games played by all. In all of Wales, only two groups weren't celebrating, Voldemort's followers, and Emily's closest friends. And so the wizarding world had at last found peace. This is the stage for which our story is set, nine years later." The Professor finished. Jamie sat in silence for a few moments before saying anything. "How exactly was Harry able to kill Voldemort? And why didn't Dumbledore really seem to care about Emily's death? Why did Voldemort want to kill the children in the first place?" Jamie stopped as her Professor held up her hands. "These are questions which will be answered later on in our story. For all stories are round, and in the end, they will come back to the beginning. There will be holes in the story, and it is up to you to fill them." The Professor finished, picking up her pen again. She began to grade her papers again. Jamie knowing she would not be able to get anything else out of her Professor, got up and left. "Can I come back tomorrow?" The Professor nodded, and Jamie left the room.