Cyrus woke up feeling light headed. He looked around and saw that he was in a small room. It was about as big as his office, with nothing but a bed, and a change of clothes. He saw two doors. He got up and walked over to the first door and tried to open it. It was locked. "Thought as much." He said to himself. He turned to check the other door, when he felt a sudden pain in his chest. Looking, he saw that one of his wound had opened up, dyeing his shirt scarlet. What happened last night returned to him in an instant. He remembered how Lily had walked into the room, shot both Sirius and Morgan, and knocked him out. He staggered to the door, and found it wasn't locked. Opening it up he saw it was just a bathroom. Behind him he heard someone say, "You really shouldn't move around that much with a wound like that. You'll join your wife if you do." Cyrus turned and saw Lily had walked through the open door
"Lily, why are you doing all of this? All those people, and then Morgan and Sirius? What has happened to you?" he asked his former friend. She silenced him with a punch that sent him flying back to his bed, "Why not? Now why don't you tell me what plans you have to meet the Ambassador from the States. If you tell me, I might make your death painless." Cyrus laughed, "You can't make me talk, Lily. You should know that." Lily smiled, "We'll see. I'm sure that you could last awhile against the Cruciatous curse, but that would be boring. You see, muggles are just as capable of torturing people as wizards. And their way leaves lasting impressions."
Harry started pacing around the room. Remus had left to inform Snape about what had happened, while Susan was telling the sisters what had happened. Harry still couldn't believe it. How could his own mother do that? Aunt Petunia, he could understand, but he always thought that his mother was kind. Why would she kill all of those people? And what about Cyrus, Morgan, and Sirius? They were supposed to be her friends, but she tried to kill them all. He was slowly losing control of his emotion, and things had started levitating around the office. Before it could go any farther, however, there was a knock on the door. "Harry, are you in there?" Harry opened the door and saw a concerned looking Snape on the other side.
"Remus told me what happened. I'd like to take a look at that memory." Harry nodded and pointed to the desk. Snape walked over and entered the pensieve. About ten minutes later, he came out and shook his head, "That wasn't Lily."Harry gasped, "Whoever that was, they did a great job of copying her face and her magic, but she was shorter than Lily would be, and the magical signature from the scene was different. It was extremely close, but not the same. I need to pay a visit to Petunia." Snape started to leave the room, but Harry grabbed his arm, "I'm going too." Snape nodded, and the two of them left the Greengrass estate.
Snape apparated them to Privet Drive. Harry walked to the door and knocked. Inside he heard, "Dudley, get the door, would you!" Harry could hear something coming down the steps and the door opened a few seconds later. "What do you wan-"Dudley started before running back into the house shouting, "The freak is back! The freak is back!" Harry walked in, Snape following, until Uncle Dursley walked in carrying a shotgun, "What business do you have here, boy? You'd better not think that you can just come back after all this time. Now leave before I call the constable." Snape walked forward, turned the shotgun into a dumbbell, and then walked back before saying, "Now maybe that tub of lard can get some exercise." Harry laughed, and Uncle Vernon turned purple, and Dudley started crying. Harry stopped laughing after a minute and said to his uncle, "I came to talk to my aunt. After that, I'll get out of your life and you can keep lying about how normal you are. Otherwise, I could start conjuring chicken in your front yard until the neighbor come and watch the show." The color drained from Vernon's face. The happy life that he'd worked so hard to keep all these years would be shattered. He decided to take the lesser of two evils. "Petunia, the boy want to talk to you. " Vernon said, leading them to the kitchen. Aunt Petunia, who had been making soup, humming a tune, stopped. She turned to face them, "What do you want with me? If you want back, you can forget it." Harry looked his aunt in the eye, "As lovely as this house is, I don't think so. I came to talk about my mother." Petunia turned off the stove and walked over to them. "Don't you dare talk about that slut in my house!" Snape stepped forward and grab Petunia by the neck. "Don't ever talk about Lily like that, or I'll burn this piece of rubbish to the ground." He snarled, conjuring fire with his wand. He dropped her and extinguished the fire. She gasped for air, "What do you want to know?" she said sitting down at the kitchen table. Harry sat across from her, and Snape sat next to him. Vernon was still muttering about "Bloody Arsonists" when he sat next to Petunia. Dudley had run as soon as Snape conjured the fire.
"Did you ever have any other siblings? I only knew you when you were nine." Petunia was a little taken aback, both from the question and from a sudden realization, "Severus Snape? I would have thought that Lily would have told you that long before now. Yes, we had one sister, but she died when I was five. Lily didn't even have any memories of her." Snape nodded, "I thought as much. Where do your parents live now?" Petunia glared at Snape, "In London, at the nursing home on elm. What is this all about?" Snape got up, "My guess is that your sister is still alive. She killed over seventy people in London yesterday." Petunia dropped her glass, "That massacre on Heddon?" Snape nodded, and walked out of the room. Harry turned to his aunt, "Did you and my mother ever make up?" he asked, knowing the answer. Petunia burst out, "Of course not! Why would I ever want to make up with that freak?" Harry shook his head, "She wanted to make up with you. She left you something in her will." Harry pulled out a bag of gold, "That's for 'taking care' of me all these years. You're not getting another pence of my parent's fortune. You'd be on your best behavior Uncle Vernon. One of the companies that I now own is Grunnings." And without waiting for a response, he left the house. Snape was waiting for him outside the house. As soon as he left the house, a young woman, with long blond hair, drove away on a red motorcycle. Through her visor, he could see she had emerald green eyes, just like his. He walked up to Professor Snape, grabbed his arm, and they disappeared.
Harry saw in front of him, a nursing home, with several old men out playing checkers. Snape walked in through the front door, and up to the main desk, "Which room are Mr. and Mrs. Evans in?" The man at the desk looked up, "What is your relationship to them?" Snape pointed towards Harry, "He's their grandson, Harry." The man looked at Harry for a second, before turning back to Snape, "Room two hundred seven. Take a right and go straight up the stairs. Fourth door on the right. I'd hurry though. Their condition is deteriorating, and they won't last much longer. Snape nodded and they followed his directions. They enter room two hundred seven, and saw an old man watching the telly, and an old woman asleep on the bed next to him. Snape walked over to pull up a couple of chairs, and he and Harry sat next to Mr. Evans. "I'm not sure if you remember me, Mr. Evans, but my name is Severus Snape. I lived down the street from you almost forty years ago. "Mr. Evans smiled, and nodded, "I remember, you were always so close to Lily." Snape nodded, "This is Lily's son Harry. When I heard you were sick, I thought that he might want to meet his grandparents at least once." Mr. Evans started coughing, and trying to sit up. When he finally managed it, he looked straight into Harry eyes. A few second later, he remarked, "You have her eyes. Just like our first daughter. I can't tell you how much this means to me, seeing that our beloved Lily's son grew up to be a fine young man. I'm sure that Lily must be guiding you from above." Harry nodded, on the verge of tears, "I think so, too." Snape patted Harry on the shoulder, "I was wondering, what happened to your first daughter?" His smile left him, "She ran away when she was eight. I was so mad at the time, that I told everyone she was dead. Probably is now, thanks to me." The door opened behind them and Petunia Dursley pulled up a chair at sat next to her mother. Her mother woke up and smiled, "Tuney, It's so good to see you." Mr. Evans turns to his wife, "Daisy, Guess who came to visit? Lily's son Henry." "Harry." Both Harry and Petunia said at the same time. "Right, Harry, I'm sorry." He apologized. "Continuing what we were talking about before, I think that your first daughter is still alive. I also think that she has the same talent as Lily." Mr. Evans, who'd been talking to his wife, suddenly snapped back to Snape, "Is that true? Is my darling Camellia still alive?" Snape nodded, "We found a magical signature that was so close to Lily's, it could only have come from a sibling, and since Petunia can't do magic, It could only have been from you first daughter, Camellia." Mr. Evans broke down into tears, "All these years, I thought that I'd sent my daughter to her death. Thank the Lord! Please, Severus, do an old man one last favor. Please, find my daughter, and give me a chance to make amends."
At that time there was a gasp from the other side of the room, followed be a faint pop. A soft music filled the room, and Petunia Dursley walked over, musical pocket watch in hand. When the song ended, she put it in her pocket, and said to her father, "My name is Cal." Harry felt a surge of magic go through the room. When he looked up, where his Aunt had been a minute ago, now stood a tall woman, blond hair tied into a ponytail, and the same eyes as Harry and Lily. "And I don't want to make amends." She said with a smile, before pulling out a silenced handgun faster than Harry could see and shot her father multiple times. Snape had drawn his wand, and he too had been shot in the arm. Cal turned her attention towards Harry, who only just drawn his wand. She aimed her gun, and Harry pointed his wand desperately casting, "Bombarda!" Cal kept smiling, until she jumped to the side. Harry's curse had shattered her shield and grazed her arm. A bomb blasted through the room, filling it with dust. Cal cursed and shot twice into the cloud of dirt, and the shadow that was Harry went down. She quickly apparated before anyone got there.
At the same time, at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore was talking to himself, pacing around the room. "Something went wrong with Harry. He is somehow far strong then he should be, and that power is dangerous. He wasn't supposed to gain that power until he was under my control. Now he has it and he's working against me. The wards that were set over Privet Drive to weaken him have fallen. Now he will only become even stronger. I need a chosen one to act as the front for my plan to dominate. I'll have to use that boy. But before I can do that, I must find some way to deal with Harry Potter. He cannot be allowed to roam free. Wait, Malfoy Sr. has that old Diary of Tom's. He mentioned that it would allow the chamber of secrets to be opened. I make him give it some unsuspecting student for next year. When students start dying, I can call in the Aurors and "suggest" that Harry might be responsible. During his trial, I'll assert that Voldemort's curse messed with his mind and have him shipped off to Azkaban forever. Then I'll rule the world with the boy as my figurehead. A few children might die, but at least the world will be on the right path."
At Iranian Ministry of Magic, Amelia was busy listening to politicians and Malfoy lying to each other and trading bribes, when she heard a slight tapping. Looking over to the window, she saw a large brown owl with an envelope. She opened the window and the owl flew in with a letter addressed to her. Taking it and conjuring a bowl of water for the owl, she cast a few simple spells to confirm it was safe to open. When the spell confirmed it, she opens the letter.
Amelia,
Bad news, Cyrus was attacked yesterday morning. He was taken to St. Mungo's, and looked like he was going to be okay. Last night, though, He was attacked again while he was still at the hospital. He was kidnapped and Morgan and Sirius are in critical condition. Luckily the children were out of the room, so they're unharmed. I'll be sure to keep you updated.
Remus
She grabbed a couple pieces of paper and sent out notes to Remus and the Auror Office. She needs to get back to Britain as soon as possible. If these attacks are related to the case she was working on before she left, the bodies are going to keep piling up, and Susan is way too close to this. "This is for Remus Lupin, and the other goes to Rufus Scrimgeour. Please hurry." The owl hooted and flew out the window.
Somewhere in London, an old man with short white hair was writing in the dark. "Soon, the world will see my greatest masterpiece. This generation isn't fit to perform. Ein and Zwei are gone. Drei is uncontrollable. The Zahlenschwestern have taken their final curtains calls. Zane is a failure. I need to find some new actors, ready to take the stage. Then I'll have to go there." There was a loud crack, and the lights turned on. He turned and saw Cal, holding her arm. Blood flowing down and dripping onto the floor. "Well, this is a surprise. I never would've thought that some in this country could have wounded you, Phantom." He said condescendingly. "Shut up, old man." She yelled, grabbing a potion off of the table. She drank it in one gulp, and the skin on her shoulder started to knit back into place. "What happened?" the man said to her. "I wasted my parents, then my nephew decided to try and play hero." She said pouring a glass of Skele-gro. The man smiled, "Did you kill him?" "Do you need to ask?"
He nodded, "Than we'll say no more on that subject. What about him? Has he given up anything?" She drank the Skele-gro in one sip, and then threw the glass at the wall, "The prick isn't saying a word. I doubt it would matter anyway. They'll just change the procedure since he's been kidnapped." "Then we will have to rely on Zane. We'll keep him alive for now. It never hurts to have a bargaining chip." "Whatever, I'm going to take a shower. Don't bother me unless you got a job for me." She said, walking out the door. He smiled and pulled out a blank piece of parchment. "I guess that it time to put my next plan into action." He dipped his quill into the ink and began "Dear Albus Dumbledore…"
