Hey everyone,
I got to admit, making previews to stories that might come up sometime either this or next year really excites me and I am definitely happy to share this story idea with you as I was inspired to it by a fellow Fanfiction writer who really has a lot of talent as well as passion and practically as many stories of their own as I do.
Thanks again, Fairywm,
Venquine1990
PS. Also, let me know which of these previews is your favorite so I may start that one the first when it finally becomes a story of its own.
Preview #2
Hallow's Plight
2nd of May 1998
Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest
Harry Potter's POV
"Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."
None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his.
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Chapter 34 The Forest Again
I DO NOT OWN THIS NOR DO I MAKE ANY PROFIT OF THIS! ALL RIGHTS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNERS: JK ROWLINGS AND WARNER BROS!
"Well, you are certainly much stronger than I expected you to be, seeing how you only had the weakest of my possessions." I then suddenly hear a voice that shocks me and makes me realize that, before the curse had truly hit me, I had closed them as they suddenly fly open, only to realize that I am no longer in the forest.
Instead of that am I in a very, very familiar graveyard, one I visited only 5 months ago and where I lost my wand to a random spell and when I look around, do I see that I am actually lying exactly where my parents' graves are supposed to be, the fact that their gravestones aren't there shocking me into sitting up.
I look around, seeing quite a few of the gravestones that I saw back last time I came here, yet to my shock there are also quite a few of them missing and then the same voice that shocked me earlier speaks and says: "They haven't died just yet." Making me look over to where the voice comes from and my eyes widen.
A tall and lean frame that is filled with muscles in such a manner that the body itself doesn't look skinny or too packed, all of the muscles accentuated by a black robe of which the sleeves are skin tight and the robe itself fitted to flow across the shoulders, waist and legs of the man that is actually sipping at a cup of tea.
Yet while the man's appearance and his calm demeanor shock me, is there also something about him that scares me more than the first few times I came across the Dementors as well as the time I saw Voldemort get reborn, yet apparently my fear is shown on my face as the man speaks, his cool voice breezing across the distance between us:
"The one who descends from my first friend has no need to fear me." Before taking another sip, his voice cool and having an undertone to it that would have made me shiver were it not for his words, which also make me get up from where I am seated without drawing my wand and I ask: "Where did you bring me?"
Yet while I ask this, do I leave the question of Why and how did you save me hang between us, yet the man seems as uncaring for this as Dumbledore has sometimes shown himself to be and says: "I think you know. However, how do you think I managed to take you there where those you lost – are no longer lost to you at all?"
And while part of me wonders if this guy is an ancestor to Dumbledore or something, do I actually already know the answer and say: "I can't be here." Yet the man smiles at me and says: "Not even if your own actions can change who you are to become?" Flooring me as that one question speaks of a thousand chances.
I then take another look around and whisper: "They're still alive." The man nods and says: "Yes, and he is still as trusting and strong in his beliefs as Remus told you little under a year ago." Yet unlike with how Dumbledore sometimes spoke to me, do these small hints and vague messages make perfect sense to me.
They also make me tear up and I ask: "How many can I save?" To which the man smiles, which – while I already know darn well who the man is – does not make me shiver or feel scared or even fear for my life before the man asks: "How many do you wish to save?" And while knowing it might not be possible do I say:
"All of them."
20th of May 1981
Godric's Hollow
James Potter's POV
"Our ancestors are moving." I whisper as I stare out into the courtyard that houses the little cottage my wife and I bought to raise our son in and while Lily, my darling beautiful wife, walks into the room with our almost one year old infant son on her arm, does she look up at me as I have my arms clasped behind my back.
"How do you know?" She asks and I say: "It's a Potter thing. Whenever one Potter elder passes on, the next gets a strong sense of connection with those they were once related to. I can sense a power that our ancestors once encountered being very strong and very much in this plain. Yet, the sense feels – somewhat – off?"
I ask her, even though I know she doesn't understand what I am talking about as I never fully initiated her into the Potter line and the woman shrugs as she asks: "If something happens to us, will Harry get this sense as well?" To which I nod and say: "He will, I performed the ritual required when you took your first nap after birthing him."
And while this affronts the woman, do I say: "It was tradition, Lily. You swore you would accept my family traditions when you married me. I didn't do it while you were asleep because I wanted to keep you out, I did it because you had been in labor for over three days and the Healers swore you needed the rest bad."
The woman's affronted look vanishes as she nods and then I feel it again, the need to look out the window and as I do, do I see it. A gust of wind, not quite like cloud or a funnel wind, but more one that is charged with a form of magic that only a very select few can see – and even less of these few can actually understand.
"The winds have changed." I mutter and while this makes my wife and son tilt their heads as I suddenly sound as if Voldemort has decided to visit and kill us, do I keep my eye on how the wind seems to breeze around the courtyard and the large empty middle, where I can almost see a statue appear and vanish as it blows.
"Someone is changing the timeline fate has set out for many involved in their own lives. The question is – is this done by just some powerful random individual – or are the Powers that Be in acceptance with this change?" I then turn away from the wind that grows ever stronger the more it circles the courtyard and think:
"And will this change affect my family in a positive – or dead negative manner?" And while these questions make me both curious and slightly fearful, do I then decide to just leave them where they are and focus on what I – as a father and husband – should consider more important, making me shift focus to my family.
Same date and Time
Harry's POV
"You are not Dumbledore. Remember that and do what you must. I know you will find hardships, it will be hard to convince Lady Fate of this day and age that what she decided in 17 years from now is the right thing and she will, at first, fight you – but you didn't grow this strong on just the cloak without reason."
Death tells me as I am now leaning against a large tombstone myself and I say: "I'll do what I can, but –." Yet the man holds up his hand and smiles at me as he says: "Raise your left arm over the back of your shoulder and tell me what you feel." And while this statement confuses me more than any other, do I still comply.
I tilt my head a little to see where I am aiming and my eyes widen as I see my hand vanishing in a small sliver of nothing but thin air and sky as if someone cast a Cameo charm on exactly that bit of air, but while this shocks me, do I also feel my hand touching various materials and items and then suddenly – something wet.
I draw my hand back in shock and look at it, the wetness that I felt now slipping down my fingers like drool and Death says: "I did to that bit of existence the same thing your friend did to her purse. If you grow strong enough you will be able to move it for better reach. Until then, however, everything you have ever owned is now in there."
And while he says this, can I again almost hear another sentence hanging between us, this one saying: "And not just things." At this I again reach into the invisible space extension and again feel something wet touching my hand, me keeping my cool enough this time I recognize it as a tongue and I move behind the tongue to grab it.
Feeling fur run past my fingers, I grasp onto the strands and the skin I feel under it and pull whatever it is that is alive in this extension space out of it, my eyes widening and my heart nearly failing on me as I see just what it is I pull out. Long black fur, grey-blue eyes and the form of something way younger than it's supposed to be.
One hour later
James Potter's POV
My wife and I just finished feeding and cleaning our son from the leftover bits of dinner he splashed across his face when we hear something that sounds both familiar and yet much too young to be who I think it is before a male voice – that of someone a few years younger than me – sounds through the night outside.
We all look through the large window at the front of our living room and see a young man with hair messier than my own and who wears strangely familiar robes running after a small puppy that looks like he could grow into a real bear-heighted beast when he grows up as the teen shouts: "Snuffle! Come back here!"
Yet then something happens that instantly makes me know that this man and dog are actually magical as the dog easily passes our Muggle-Repellent wards – which I thought would even keep Muggle pets out of our garden and instantly Lily and I are on our feet with our wands at the ready, both of us worried for our son.
We dash for the window and see the little dog pull his wagging tail and butt into the air as he barks at his owner, who seems to look a little troubled as he looks around before the dog does something I know he will come to regret. He looks to the side and sees the Petunias my wife insists on growing in our front yard.
And as he does, can I see playful delight grow on his face before the boy says: "Snuffle, no." Yet while he says this, can I detect something underlining the boy's voice, a tone that say that either the boy really doesn't care that much for flowers or that he has trouble denying his pet what the little one desires to do.
Yet then something happens that rarely ever happened before as Harry has a strange aversion to some animals – particularly rats for some strange reason – and while he is again held safely in Lily's arm, does he press his hands against the glass and squeal in delight as he says: "Puppy! Puppy! 'arry pway wi puppy!"
And the fact that our son has so quickly accepted the little pet makes my wife and me share a shocked look as he even needed several weeks to get used to Sirius in his Animagus form and then Lily says: "Other than Peter, Harry definitely has a good sense of right and wrong – right?" And I nod at her before storing my wand away.
My wife follows and then hands me our son before she marches over to the front door and Harry and I again take watch from the window, Harry still with his hands pressed against the glass in a need to get to the puppy and squealing as he babbles. The door opens and just when it does, does the dog take a barking jump into the flowers.
This makes me want to cringe as I can just imagine how Lily will respond, yet the woman proves me her own lightning speed – which she has trained and developed through various potions that she either trained on or developed new ones herself – and her hand flashes through the air as it catches the pup at the scruff of his neck mid-jump.
The puppy squeaks in a barking yelp and then looks at my wife, his grey-blue eyes large and innocent and my wife smirks at him before she asks: "You don't have a leash for this little one, do you?" And the teen smiles guiltily as he says: "Dropped it in the graveyard when he got away, sorry." Yet the location peeks my interest.
"Why there?" My wife asks, obviously on one line with me and the boy answers: "I love mythology and history and Snuffle really resembles a Grim, so I share my passion with him through our walking locations." My wife nods, but for some reason I can't help but feel as if this isn't the full truth – and then I see it.
Harry himself seems to see it too as he makes a soft oooh sound, yet I am more shocked than awed as the teen before us is practically covered in the same wind I saw blowing around the courtyard earlier this evening, the wind looking as if it wants to protect him from the Powers that Be as well as guide him wherever he pleases.
"So he caused the change. But – but why?" Goes through my mind as my wife walks over in the hopes of handing the boy the dog back, but as she does and as my eyes get drawn back to the teen, do I see the one thing that make my eyes widen and makes my heart nearly rush into my brain with the way that it starts beating.
Almond shaped, emerald green eyes stare at the woman that holds his pet and because I know darn well that my wife was born as a very rare individual with that shape and eye color from the day of her birth, do I stabilize Harry on my arm and walk out of the house to stop her before I say: "Lily stop, let them come in."
And while my wife looks at me shocked, her grasp on the dog's fur a little loosened, does the look that the boy give me as he locks eyes with me say it all. This boy is my son, sent by some divine force to change the flow of time and fate and he is more than well aware – that I am onto him and the reason for his arrival.
And that is that!
HOLY CRAP! That went amazing! Okay, so there hasn't been an actual mention of the Hallows yet, though in the extended version there will be and the way that Harry got the attention of his parents might be a little simple, yet it still worked and I definitely loved writing about a smart Harry and a smart James.
Also, yes, Snuffle will – at some point – be changed back to Sirius Black of the time he was lost and yes, Hedwig will also be found within the extension space. However, my greatest surprise will lie in the part where Halloween will again play out – and yes, Future Harry will allow his parents to have Peter as Secret Keeper.
Why? Because he wants to hide himself as someone other than a Potter and fight Voldemort in such a way he will drive the man to become the spirit he met in First. Either that or give the man a reason to fear someone other than a pair of infants. However, their soon to be famous duel will be interrupted – yet, by who?
Not telling,
Venquine1990
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