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Chapter 1. "Entré"

Godric's Hollow

31. October 1981

Darkness encompassed all of Godric's Hollow it clung to every corner. The heavy mist, cold and impenetrable lingered at every house.

Shadows dashed through the night, Albus Dumbledore reared back as a crazed looking man appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

As quickly as he came, he disappeared into nothingness again.

Albus Dumbledore himself continued pacing through the darkness determined.

"The wards fell", he repeatedly murmured still unbelieving that his worst fears came to be. He had hoped all his work would keep the Potters safe.

The Potters cottage stuck out between the neighbouring houses. As if it couldn't decide if to exist.

Albus felt the magics straining to keep in the secret, but the leak was just too big. The roof nearby blown off and part of the upper floor in ruins.

Some people were already standing around the entry, having their wands trained on indecisively on the entryway.

"Dumbledore is that you?" a man shouted, "the Dark Lord, he is here!".

The panic was evident on the mans face. But Dumbledore just nodded and cautiously strode up towards the door.

James Potter was lying dead on the floor, hunched, his wand still in his hand. Dumbledore could feel he was killed before firing off any spell.

A smell of ozone lingered in the hallway mixing with the ash and dust coating the inside of the house. Rubble on the stairs made Albus momentarily pause to vanish it.

The door to the nursery was clearly blasted open. Chaos inside.

There Lily Potter lay bruised in the middle of the room, she was alive. Drawing in shallow breaths as she tried lifting her head towards the newcomer.

"The boys!" she managed to croak out before dropping her head again. The sound of a child wailing drew Dumbledore away.

He hurried over to the cribs. The twins were alive.

Charlus, the younger, profusely bled from a wound on his chest. As Albus leaned close, he felt a slight push by the boy's magic.

A healing charm quickly stopped the bleeding. But wound would have to be treated by Poppy.

As he leaned over to inspect Harry he halted in confusion. The boy's magic was ripped to pieces. A small still clung to him. It was even less than a squib.

Albus felt it, his heart breaking, a pang of sorrow for a truly marvellous future, gone.

There was nothing he could do.

He then stood and inspected his surroundings; a black cloak was lying on the ground. He grasped it in his hand and drew in a sharp breath.

This was truly changing their world, this evening of terror promised to lead to an ever-brighter future ahead of them.

London

1. November 1981

Peter Pettigrew ran like he never ran before, his hunter was coming, he felt it. Pushing through the crowds he made his way over a large square.

The market vendors eyed him with distaste as he roughly made his way towards a large brick building, a church on the other end of the street.

As he came to a halt panting with exhaustion, he surveyed his surroundings. Muggles roamed the street; apparently the sermon was over, and the attendants streamed out of the church behind him.

Laughter and chatter drifted around, a sickly happy atmosphere.

Just as he sneaked a look at his watch and quickly smiled about his perfect timing, he had to duck under a red spell fizzling through the air where his head was just seconds before.

"Peter," a tall man, with shoulder length dark hair, shouted twenty metres away, "come here, I'll cut you to pieces!". Peter drew his wand and sighed.

This was going to suck.

"Sirius, how could you," he wailed back, "of all people, they trusted you the most! How could you betray thenm like that?"

The man looked at him incredulously.

"How could you do that to them. James is dead, the Dark Lord, he killed him because of you! The twins," just as Peter screamed the last part Sirius apparently had come back to his senses.

Sirius aggressively started throwing spell after spell at Peter, who carefully shielded or mostly dodged them.

Peter knew he couldn't keep this up for long, he never was a great duellist. He needed more time.

A silent explosive curse into the scared spectators, momentarily distracted his opponent.

'Great distraction' he thought as chaos ensued. The muggles fled the scene trampling over each other in their haste.

Sirius looked at the slaughter in confusion, but Peter didn't plan to let him think about what was happening.

"The secret was supposed to be safe with you. The twins, they won't even get to know James." Peter shouted out between heavy breaths.

He sent stunning spells Sirius way, who just reacted in the last second. Their duel resumed, but this time Sirius looked determined and a little bit more cautious.

'Aw bollocks'

Peter could just throw himself to the ground to evade a spell that whistled through the air above him in a wide arc.

He realised his mistake as he felt his wand leave his hand.

'Fuck. This was bad'

He rolled away to avoid a stunner and a petrificus totalus.

Winning, that hadn't been the plan to begin with. But he had to gain a little bit more time.

He jumped to his feet, "Are you going to kill me as you killed them? Just because I know your secret" he screamed at the advancing man.

There was nowhere to run.

"Oh, I will really enjoy this," whispered Sirius but Peter still heard him clearly, "Crucio". Peter dropped, twisting on the ground.

Pain coursed through his body, unbelievable pain. He screamed, sobbed and cried twisting on the ground.

But it wouldn't stop.

"Now, how did you do it, Rat?" Sirius asked as he stood over Peter.

The pain suddenly stopped, and Peter drew in a harsh breath. Sirius looked at him calculative.

A slight shove in his head told him that Sirius tried to read his thoughts.

"A few memory charms. One of the few things you're actually capable of" mused Sirius while staring Peter down, "Smart, but why didn't you run? You knew I would be coming for you. Perhaps …"

And he saw what Peter's plan was.

And just in that moment an explosion nearby knocked Sirius off his feet. Peter could see how shock and realization hit Sirius at the same time.

Quickly kicking Sirius in the groin Peter gained the upper hand. With Sirius wand in his hand, he towered victoriously over the fallen man.

He laughed madly and hit Sirius with a body bind.

"This was far easier than expected Sirius. You should have known better" Peter said leaning close to Sirius ear.

A few minutes later several pops were heard. The aurors were finally responding to the attacks.

What they didn't expect was the battlefield that awaited them, the square had craters deeper than two metres. Some fires still burnt; the portal of the church was completely blasted apart.

Cries were heard, and people still rushed around at the edges. Desperately trying to get to safety.

Finally, their distracted gazes fell on two men. One was lying on the ground; the other was standing over him.

"I killed them, I killed them" the one standing screamed and started laughing madly. Turning around slowly he looked at the newcomers intrigued, a manic glint in his eyes.

The aurors thrown out of their stupor reacted quickly and sent a mass of stunners at the man.

The man didn't even try to dodge.

That night Sirius Black was thrown into the high security tract of Azkaban, to rot with the Dementors forevermore.

Hogwarts

1. November 1981

The evening settled over Hogwarts. From his tower Albus could see the sunset, slowly ending the light.

A sigh escaped him. He popped a lemon drop into his mouth to calm his nerves.

Wonderous. Truly, the impossible had happened. The Dark Lord vanquished by a babe, not even one year of age.

Still his contact in the Department of Mysteries informed him that the prophecy was intact.

He sighed again, collapsing in his chair. There were more issues at hand. Charlus Potter was Voldemort's equal, a boy of prophecy.

The boy was healthy after just a few minutes with Poppy. But his brother, even the knowledgeable healer couldn't explain what had happened.

The boy's magic was gone, that was for a fact.

He wondered, how was he supposed to tell Lily. Another blow, he hoped the woman would prevail.

The boy had to leave the magical world and the Potter household, for his own good. Of that Albus was sure.

He had considered many, but that was the most feasible option.

And Lily even had a sister in the muggle world. Petunia Dursley had given birth to her own son around the same time as Lily.

It was for his safety, his best.

It was for the greater good.

Well. Back I am.

I've plotted to come back and do something again. But since my time is limited it took quite some time.

I have revised my plot ideas and all that other stuff that comes with it. I realised it wasn't quite what I wanted.

I think this time we will get a little bit further than before.

Fell free to leave comments. I've certainly improved my spacings this time around.