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Author's Note: Ok, I know that I just posted the first chapter of my fic yesterday, but I really have had the next few chapters written for awhile, but my editor is very thorough, so it took her a LONG time to proofread. So I am posting the next chapter. One other thing, I want more reviews! I don't care what you say, just don't be too mean. I really love advice and am free to suggestions. SO PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Not the Last
Chapter 2-Discussions of Fate
Many things needed to be said that night, but there was much less time for discussion, do to the appearance of Sirius. Dumbledore insisted that he say what needed to be said first.
"I know you both have heard about what happened to James and Lily that night. Voldemort killed them and then turned on Harry. Miracle of all miracles, he did not die. The curse backfired on Voldemort. Unfortunately, Voldemort has made himself almost immortal, I believe, he did not die. I believe he's something like a spirit, too weak to carry on."
Dumbledore turned to both of them to make sure they understood what he'd said. They each gave him a nod for him to continue.
"All this means, is that Voldemort has fallen, for the moment. We can't put our guard down until all of this is resolved. Our task at had is what I have done with young Harry. Harry will live with his aunt and uncle until he is 11 and starts his schooling at Hog-."
"Hold on, Albus. You've already solved this without us!" interrupted Sirius, whose rebellious temper began to rise by the second.
"I am sorry to say that I have, indeed, solved this on my own. Harry is safe the-."
"But he's my nephew!" Bennett said very defensively.
There was a long pause where no one in the room even muttered a word. After a moment, Dumbledore started to speak again, keeping his voice calm but firm.
"I know he is your nephew, Bennett, he is also Sirius's godchild. Please believe me when I say that sending him to the Dursley's is the best choice."
Bennett mumbled something that was inaudible.
"Come again?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Bennett took a deep breathe and said, "Can I see Harry?"
Dumbledore sighed and looked at his watch. He then turned to Bennett and Sirius.
"We can apparate, but you will both need to be quick. It is 5:30 a.m. and muggle paper boys usually come around 6:00."
They all stood up and headed out the door. Within moments, they were all standing in front of Number four, Privet Drive.
Dumbledore led them up the walk, to the stoop where young Harry Potter lay wrapped in a blanket. He had just stirred from his sleep and was wiggling around in his bundle. Bennett and Sirius sat down on either side of the baby, while Dumbledore remained standing.
Sirius slowly picked Harry up. The boy recognized him almost immediately from the many times Sirius had visited Godric's Hollow in the last year. Harry giggled as he pulled Sirius's hair.
The older wizard cringed a bit, but smiled down at his godson. Harry smiled as if nothing was wrong, as if he still had parents…
Meanwhile, Bennett was observing the structure of Number four, Privet Drive.
"These people must be bloody rich," was all he could think as he looked at the house in front of him.
Number four was mostly a normal house. It was average size, looking like it had about four or five rooms, a living room, and a kitchen. To most people, this was just normal, but to Bennett Potter, this was how the other side lived.
Bennett turned away from the house and saw Sirius walking toward him, his arms extended to hand him his nephew.
He took Harry with trembling hands. Bennett could tell this was James and Lily's son. He had his father's unruly hair. Come to think of it, he looked exactly like James. Except for one thing…..his eyes. Those were Lily's deep green eyes.
Harry gave Bennett a questioning look as if to say, "Who the heck are you?"
"Bennett," Bennett said softly in answer of Harry's quizzical eyes.
"Beeenena!" Harry giggled.
"I can live with that," Bennett replied as he chuckled along with Harry. But his laughter soon turned into a long and heavy sigh.
Harry reached with a tiny pudgy hand and place it upon Bennett's rough face-much to his surprise-leaving it there with love.
This gesture made a single tear run down his cheek. "This boy doesn't deserve to be an orphan. He's special," he thought to himself.
"It's getting dangerously close to six o'clock," Dumbledore announced to no one in particular.
Bennett could take a hint. He set his nephew gently on the stoop of Number Four.
Before he followed Dumbledore and Sirius down the street, he kissed Harry lightly on the head and said, "Good bye, Harry. I hope to see you again."