I want to let everyone know that I am aware that my chapters are painfully short, and let people know, that later on they will not be. I would also like to explain that this facfic is immensely AU (Alternate universe) and that in my story Sirus Black (Is that the correct spelling?) is alive.







The faces found, yet one is still lost



We've got a body!

The ones mans shout tore through the pouring rain. But it did not bring as fast a reply as the voice had come. The air turned thick, even the rain that was pouring down seemed to hold its breath. Every one on the small search party stopped looking around the grave yard that Riddle manor over looked.

But no one made a move to rush to the mans aid, and he did not blame them. He knew why, no one wanted to know if it was Harry Potter or not. Even the dog that Remus Lupin had brought with him did not seem to think it fit to move.

This was why Jacob Kallman was still building up the courage to move the cloak that lay messily over the persons face.

He reached out a hand, grasping the cloak and, pulled it away; looking only long enough to see the think mop of untidy black hair, and round glasses, then quickly covered it again.

I think its Potter, sir. Jacon Kallman was the youngest of his group, a new Auror just hired after Dumbledore's grave news of Voldemorts return. His old Headmaster creaked over, feeling all his age and more. He bent down, whispering in the boys ear.

Everyone else is crying, no need to be excluded. The young man nodded, standing quickly. Albus extended a hand to the cloak, and as he looked at the presented face he paled.

Remus, come please. He said beaconing the man over. Slowly the werewolf approached, a burly dog at his heel.

Is it Harry? Dumbledore had respectively recovered the face. His head slumped, as if he were to tired to even hold it up, the half moon glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

I do not think so Remus, please if one of you could, I think it a far stranger situation. Remus bent down, confused to why the Headmaster was so grave, given it was not Harry.

Snuffles, Sirus Black, was the first to reach the body. He pushed the cloak away, revealing a handsome face. Indeed there was a remarkable resemblance to the face. Sirus barked, and when ignored, pulled on Remus' pant leg. Again Sirus prodded at the body, this time it admitted a low moan.

Get a healer, he's still alive! Remus called to the small search party. One hurriedly Deapparated. Remus pulled the glasses off the face, and forced one eye open, gasping at the color: blue.

Albus, it's James. There was a stagger in his throat. A sickening feeling came over him as he stared down at the face, of the body he had seen fourteen years ago.
Dumbledore heard this and stood quickly, as though he half expected the occurrence.

I want this whole place searched, thoroughly Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, Snuffles and the other small number on the search party split up at Dumbledores words.

Moody, by the end of the hour found Cedric Diggory roaming the dirt street only half remembering anything. Tonks stumbled, literally, on Lilly Potter, unconscious as her husband. Kingsley found an old man at the Riddle house, telling him that he took care of the house and he had to cut the grass.

It was obvious to Remus and Dumbledore as well as everyone else that these people were a bit confused. By the rising dawn of the next day they had located dozens of people- some from the beginning of Voldemorts rise. They had even found the body of Voldemort himself- dead.


Yet, Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived- was still unfound.