New Life: Part two

A sprawling oak forest lay before them, ancient, wise, feral, and deadly. This forest had no sense of order. It promised naught but chaos, the thing of life. The vast expanse gave one a chaotic calm, defying the minds concept of right and wrong. There were no such luxuries as Dark and Light, Good and Evil, leaving the essence of what it meant to live. The forest stripped you of humanity, of moral, and identity. Naught but your soul could exist in such a place. It was home and that was all that mattered.

A luxury he never had, a home. Yes the Potters had fed him, yes they housed him, no they never beat him, but nor did they love him. He was always the outcast. At parties he was left in the corner. During Christmas he sat at the back of the room, sorting out the sickles he received from the trinkets, only truly thanking Remus for some oddity. When not being ignored he was being reprimanded for some slight fault. While glad he wasn't abused, he almost wished for beatings, for anything to show that they knew he was more than some article of furniture. But they had not thought of him as such since that night.

Flashback

'Lily!' cried out James in a have of confusion.

'I'm here James,' responded Lily as she dug through the rubble in a panic to find her children, 'quick, help me find the kids.'

James' mind kicked into overdrive at the thought of Will and Harry. Upturning a burning beam he found the twins cradle, runes glowing, protecting them from the fire and debris.

'Lily, they're over here,' he said while scooping them out of the crib.

Lily scrambled across the debris and gently lifted Harry from James' arms noticing the strange mark on Will's face.

'Lily, what do you think happened?'

'I don't know. I was running up the stairs and had reached their room when he hit me with the Devil's Dream curse.' She shuddered at the memory.

'James, look!' whispered Lily urgently.

There on the ground lay the smoldering corpse of the most feared man in all of Europe, Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort.

'Honey do you think…' she said gesturing towards the pentagram on Will's head.

'There is no other explanation. We need to contact Dumbledore immediately.'

James made his way to the fireplace, which had thankfully not collapsed, and found the remnants of the floo pot.

'Hogwarts School, Headmasters Office.'

'James what can I do for you my boy?'

'Dumbledore, it was Voldemort, he came and attacked Will, but it didn't work and he's dead and will has a scar in the shape of a pentagram, the house is gone and-'

'James! Get a hold of yourself! If you would step away I will step through. OK?'

'Yes, come through.'

With the flaring of the fire Dumbledore stepped through the fire. If one were to summarize his appearance it would have to be Merlin-ish. The elderly man stood at 6'8, towering above the potter family. His robes were a deep, midnight purple with silver threads showing at random intervals, giving it the appearance of the night sky. Perched upon his long, thin nose, were a pair of half-moon spectacles. To top off the grandfatherly look he had a long white beard tucked into his belt. This look was carefully cultivated to give the man your complete confidence, a confidence poorly placed.

His piercing gaze swept across the wreckage before sweeping through the house, distributing calming potions, contacting the press, casting spells on the pentagram mark, and setting up the Potters and, more importantly, Will as the Light Sides poster family. For there was no doubt in his mind that Voldemort would return, and when he did he would have Will as the perfect tool.

'Lily, James, you need to understand, Voldemort was not fully defeated, he was too inhuman to die simply from a rebounded curse. Will will have to be trained to defeat him when he does return, for mark my words, he will.'

The Potters gave a nod, realization dawning on them as to what would need to be done.

Gunshots rang throughout the street as Aurors, Obliviaters, the Minister, the press, and other various officials apperated into Godric's Hollow. The ministry employees got to work, casting wards, fixing memories, cleaning up the house, and running around like headless chickens. Whereas the press and minister bombarded the Potters and Dumbledore like chattering old ladies.

'SILENCE! Now, gather round and I'll give a brief description of the nights events.' Dumbledore stated in a calm, even voice, which demanded obedience. 'Now on this night the Potters were betrayed to Voldemort,' a shudder swept through the crowd, 'he proceeded to incapacitate James through the use of the Crutacious Curse. Lily, attempting to save her son, was hit with the Devil's Dream Curse. Proceeding to the child's room, he attempted to use the Killing Curse upon the Potters son. The curse was miraculously rebounded upon Voldemort, effectively destroying him.' Taking Will from James' arms he lifted him before the crowd. 'I give you Will Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived!'

Two Months Later

'James I'm worried about Harry, he still won't open his eye. Do you think something happened to him that night?' Lily asked James in a worried tone.

'I'm sure he's just fine. Look, Will, who was the one attacked, is just fine. But, if it will make you feel better, Dumbledore is coming over for dinner, and I'm sure he could look at it.'

'OK but I still don't think it's normal.'

Ten minutes after their conversation Dumbledore knocked on the door before entering the Potters apartment in a flourish of robes.

'James, Lily I have good news. Construction of the new Family Mansion is complete.'

'That's great news Dumbledore, Lily and I are thrilled to be back in a real house and not this cramped apartment, right honey?'

'That is nice dear, but I'm worried about Harry hear. He hasn't opened his right eye in two months. I'm worried that he might be blind or worse.' Lily said slightly stressed.

'Will's brother? He was there when it happened right? Then I suppose it could be an injury from the debris or magical backlash. A simple diagnostic spell should tell us if there is any damage.' Dumbledore responded while drawing his wand.

A flat beam of light was emitted from the tip of his wand. Slowly moving it towards Harry's eye level the light flashed red before disappearing in a shower of sparks.

'What does it mean?' asked a concerned Lily.

'… It means something is interfering with my spell.'

Throughout the long night all manner of diagnostic spells were attempted from the weak to the powerful. Eventually Dumbledore started trying other spells such as color changing spells and glamours. What at first been a simple worry became a full blown panic for Lily as she became convinced something was wrong with her second child. In an attempt to calm Lily Dumbledore cast the final spell of the night. A revealing spell which twisted the magic of an object or person, forcing it/them to show their true form, a spell which bordered on the Dark Arts.

The helpless child twisted and strained against his mothers arms in pain. Fear swept through Lily as his small form writhed in agony. His left eye rolled as though possessed. His lips parted in a scream which defied sound and his hair moved to an invisible wind. The room darkened into void. A wind which felt but left no evidence of its passage flung Dumbledore and James, who was holding Will, away from Harry. From within the chaos an infant's eye snapped open.

An/ Review and you shall receive. Any guesses as to his eye? Cliffs are fun. What makes it even better is that it will last for several chapters