Immortal Conflicts
By: Myself
Chapter Three
Now That's Just Not Possible....
You-Know-Who Captured
Caught after a murder went wrong, the most feared Dark Wizard of all time is now awaiting trial and is spending some quality time in Azkaban. Apparently, while breaking and entering into wizard Lily Potter/Evans house, at least one spell misfired, causing an electrical fire and alerting the Muggle police. Upon arriving at the scene they found the house was on fire. Firefighters arrived later and recovered Miss Potter/Evans' dead body and You-Know-Who's alive but unconscious one. Upon his capture, Ministry of Magic wizards arrived to apprehend and take in the Dark Wizard that has caused much fear in our time. Finally, after almost 30 years of fear and apprehension, both the wizarding and Muggle communities can rest easy.
Elsa's hands shook as she dropped the paper onto the small kitchen table. So they caught him. Well at least she wouldn't have to worry about him tracking her, she reflected. She still jumped sky-high, however, when she heard a knock at the door. Who the hell is knocking on my door? She wondered walking cautiously towards the door and peering through the peephole. She felt a shock as she realized whom it was. "Albus!" she exclaimed, opening the door to the now white haired wizard on the other side. Her smile died almost immediately, and she noted the grave look on his face. "Is something wrong?" "I've come for the boy, Elsa. He doesn't belong here with you. You of all people should know this. I'm surprised you've kept him here as long as you have." He walked in past her and into the living room, spying the sleeping Harry on the couch. "Like call to like, Professor," she answered, and Dumbledore's eyes widened. "What exactly do you mean, Elsa?" "I mean he's one of mine, Albus. The bloodlines have been mixed. I know you've seen Lily Potter/Evans. She's half Godric, half Salazar. I haven't seen the father, but if he has the boy's coloring I'd say he was all mine, too. How did this happen?" she asked tiredly, scooping up the sleeping Harry and handed him to Dumbledore. "I imagine it's just from time passing. The bloodlines were bound to mix eventually. But the father is definitely not all Slytherin. His eyes I'm almost positive were straight Ravenclaw. This has definitely thrown a wrench into things, hasn't it Ms. O'Hara?" He raised an eyebrow and took the sleeping infant. "Yes. It most certainly has, Albus. Take care of him, please. I don't want him hurt anymore." "Don't worry, Elsa. I'll take care of him. Just trust me. And I'll send you an owl when things can proceed as normal." He walked to the door. "Until we meet again." She walked to the door and opened it for the aging wizard. "Until then." Then closed the door as he apparated away.
Dumbledore's P.O.V.
Poor child, he thought, popping up again in front of Godric's Hollow. The sounds from inside notified him there was a splendid party occurring and as he walked to the front door a window shattered and a shoe flew out onto the lawn. He shook his head and running his hand once through his long white beard he knocked on the door loudly so as someone could hear him over the blaring music. A very drunk James Potter came to the door, dressed only in a pair of ratty jeans.
"Oh look who's showed up, boys," he slurred, turning to look at Remus Lupin and Sirius Black who were still enjoying themselves regardless of the company. "Hey, Professor! What's up?" "I've come to bring you your son," he said casting a disapproving look at James. "What son? I don't have a son." He looked at Harry. "They boy isn't mine, Dumbledore. He's her ex's. The dates don't match up." He turned and shouted for the party attendees to shut up for five minutes and turned back to Dumbledore. "So sorry, Albus. Maybe his real father'll take him, but I don't want anything to do with him." And with that he slammed the door in Albus' face. His eyes flared. Stupid man, he raged and stalked off. Fine. I'll take the boy to his father, he thought acidly, stalking down the walk. Harry Potter/Evans would soon be known as... Dumbledore shuddered. He didn't even want to think about it. He shook his head and apparated away."Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. You've just come into a son," an angry Dumbledore said, shoving the infant at the cold-eyed man. "Did I really, Albus? And how exactly might I ask did you come up with that conclusion?" he drawled lazily, taking the boy. "You know very well how you came into a son, Mikeal. I hope that after all this I don't have to have the birds and the bees talk with you." "No, of course not, Albus," he replied, a smirk carefully masked in his black eyes. Running a hand through his unruly black hair he stared down at the infant boy that was now his. "I don't imagine you'd allow me to shirk the duty of raising him would you?" "Of course not. I don't think you'd allow yourself to do it either. I don't think you're anything like your brother." Mikeal Malfoy sneered. "I'm far too much like my brother, Professor," and taking the child, slammed the door in Dumbledore's face.
Mikeal's P.O.V.
He closed the door and watched Dumbledore apparate away. Then he stared at his child. "Harry, how did you come by this?" he asked himself brushing his fingers lightly over the cut on his son's forehead. The child came instantly awake and began bawling. But not before dazzling his father with the bright green eyes that could only have come from his mother.
Comforting the crying child, he walked away from the door and wondered how this could have happened to him. What will Lucius say? He wondered and shrugging went to make room for his son.
A/N: Okay. Well now we know what happened to Voldie, Harry and James. And we've introduced a very interesting new character. I think this next chappie will bring us to Harry's happy year 11 and intro to Hogwart's although I'm not promising anything. As I've said before, Damien is very big on plot twists and he might just throw in a few more before we start things up for good or for worse. Speaking of Damien, where is he? /Peeks under rock/ Where is that blasted muse? Oh well. As soon as he get's back I'll post up chappie four. Until then.