A/N Okay, this a redo of my Isaac Emerson Story. I want to make it better and I want to continue this one all the way. The timeline is still the generation after Harry as in a Pure-Blood Orphan will be going to Hogwarts with the Potter/Weasley kids. So we will have a lot of names from Harry's generation, that and a new villain. Along with new characters and new magics.
Chapter 1: The Second Boy-Who-Lived
It was a dark, thunderstorm kind of night. A woman covered in tattered and ripped clothing ran through the dark, raining, empty streets of Godric's Hallow, carrying a small bundle in her arms protectively. She ran and ran and ran, trying to get away from that evil man, to get him away to somewhere safe.
Thunder went off in the distance when the woman turned a corner and stopped in her tracks when a brick house was in her sights, a couple blocks ahead. The woman then continued to run as fast as she could, trying to get to that building before she was found. She had to keep her baby safe, safe away from the evil man who was trying to get her baby away from her.
She nearly stumbled, but quickly regained her footing and continued running towards the brick house, but before she even reached the yard, two men dressing in black instantly appeared right in front of here, causing her to stop in her tracks.
"Where ya think ya goin, missy?" spoke the man on the right, raising his arm, holding an eleven inch, brown, crooked stick. The other man raised his arm, too holding an eleven inch stick.
"Please, no," the Woman cried, tightening her grip on the bundle in her arms. "Please!" she pleaded loudly.
A man with black hair and grey eyes, with an old and wizened face peaked out his window when her heard a woman's voice. There he noticed the three people standing in the street. The man quickly left the side window and ran down, looking for something to help the woman, as quickly as possible.
"We're sorry, miss," the other man spoke, "But please give use the baby, or we'll kill you."
"Yah, we on'y want da little piss ant," the man on the right said. "We don' 'ave time fer ya!"
"No, I won't give him up!" the woman cried, hugged the baby to her chest. "I won't let him be killed!"
"It's too late," the left man said, "He's in the Prophecy, he was chosen, and even if it's his son! If he says his son needs to be taken care, then he will be taken care of!"
"He's my son too," the woman said.
"Not anymore," the right man growled.
"No!" the woman cried, making a run from the two men.
The old man from the house emerged from his house in time to see different colored lights flying in the street. He quickly made his way to the street where he saw the two men chasing the woman, shooting lights at her, which confused the man. But nonetheless, the man chased after them, after all, the woman did need saving.
The woman ran as quickly as she could, but stopped when one of the men instantly appeared in front of her, while the other man stopped behind her.
"No where to go, love," the man in front of her said, pointing his stick at her. "Now, give us the boy, or I'll kill have to kill you both, starting with the boy!"
"No, please don't hurt him!" the woman cried, kneeling down. "Please, don't kill my son. Take me instead, please, let him live."
"Oh, but eitha way, we gonna kill ya boy!" the man behind her spoke, "He dies! Thas our orders!"
"No!" The woman cried, setting down her baby. "You have to take me first!"
"Fine, that can be arranged!" the man in front of her spoke, pointing his wand, and shouting, "Avada Kedavra!" But at the same time, there was a loud bang! And the baby began to cry loudly.
A green lighted soared and hit the woman in the chest, sending her to the ground, laying there motionless and life less. But once she hit the ground, there was a loud scream, and the man behind her fell to the ground, gurgling, blood spurting from his neck.
"Raymond!" the other man shouted, running over to his partner, and knelt next to him, and saw that Raymond's neck was relieving blood, and a lot of it.
"Hold it right there!" shouted a growling voice.
The man stood to his feet, slowly turning and seeing an old man with a rifle in his arms, pointing towards him. "You killed my brother," the man growled out, raising his stick.
"Don't you move!" the old man ordered. "You move another inch, and I will shoot you!"
The younger man ignored him and waved his arm. "Avada Kedavra!" He shouted, just as the old man shot his rifle again. The green light soared and hit the old man in the chest, sending him flying to the ground, dead, while the bullet from the old man's gun soared towards the younger man, where it cut him across his cheek, causing him to yell out in pain, and grabbed his cheek that was now bleeding.
The man growled as he moved over to the baby that was still crying. "Let's get this over with," he groaned, pointing his stick at the baby that was crying, while holding his bloody cheek with the other. "Goodbye, ...Avada Kedavra!" he shouted, just as someone else had shouted, 'No!'
The green light soared towards the baby's chest, but once it hit his chest, burning his clothing, it bounced back, surprising the dark man, and the green light soared back towards him, hitting him in his chest, sending him flying onto the curb, killing him instantly.
Two men ran up to the scene, where three dead bodies lay, and where a baby lay, crying out for his mother. The two men stopped under a street lamp, lighting up both young men. One with red hair, blue eyes, and the other with jet-black hair and green eyes, behind round rimmed glasses.
"Blimey, Harry! Did you see that!" the red-haired man spoke, "The curse rebounded and killed him. Like...Like..."
"I know," the black haired man, named Harry, said, staring at what just happened, reminding him of something from his past, then continued on a second later.
The red haired man walked up to the motionless woman, examining her face. "It's her, Harry," the red-haired man spoke to Harry who was examining the other two men. "It's Bianca."
"Of course it is, Ron," the green-eyed man, named Harry, said with a sigh. "And we have one dead follower here," he added, looking at the man who was shot in the neck. "It's Raymond Veris." Harry stood up and examined the other man, a rifle laying next to him. "And this must have been a muggle, trying to be the hero, but was killed by Raymond's brother, Reyes."
"Who is right here," Ron said, having moved over to the dead body on the curb. "Reyes Veris, dead, killed by his own killing curse, all in the area of where we live. What do we do?"
"Wait till the other Aurors get here," Harry said, moving over to the crying baby, picking him up, and hugged him close. "Shhh...It's okay," he said softly.
Ron smirked. "You're a natural, Harry," he said.
"Well, I do have three kids," Harry replied, rocking the baby that was quieting down. A second later, some more people appeared out of thin air, all dressed in different colored robes, but all had a curvy M on the right side, over the chest. And they all spread out, moving over to each of the dead bodies to examine them, taking pictures and notes.
"Potter, Weasley!" growled a voice. Harry and Ron turned to see their superior walking up to them, smoking on a cigar. "What in the bloody hell happened here?"
"Well, Ashford," Ron started, "We were walking home, when we heard all the commotion, and that's when we sent the signal, when Harry first heard the killing curse. And we just arrived, when Reyes tried to kill this baby, but ended killing himself."
"What do you mean killing himself? And who's baby is that?" Ashford asked, pointing at the baby.
"It's Bianca Ares's son, sir," Harry answered, and then nodded towards the dead woman on the ground.
"Bianca Ares?" Ashford repeated. "You mean the wife of - "
"Yes, sir," Harry said. "Must have had his wife killed when she was running away with her son. And tried to have his son killed, but something went wrong."
"Ah, yes, Weasley said Reyes's killing curse killed him," Ashford reminded Harry. "What do you think that means?"
"The same way it happened when I was tried to kill as a baby," Harry spoke, and Ashford nodded, knowing what he meant.
"But this time," Ron said, glancing at Reyes, as his body was being levitated away. "It looks like this guy isn't coming back anytime soon."
"Yes, but there are some unanswered questions here," Ashford said, looking at his two best Aurors.
"Which are?" Ron asked.
"Why was Bianca running away with her son?" Harry said, noticing that the baby was asleep in his arms.
"I'd try to run away if i married a monster," Ron replied, crossing his arms. "So, what about the kid? What are we going do with him? Does he have any other relatives?"
"I don't think so," Harry said.
"What about an magical orphanage?' Ashford suggested. "I bet his father wouldn't think to look for him there."
"I don't know," Harry said. "There aren't any good magical orphanages in London. I mean, if there, he could easily be found."
"How bout here," Ron suggested, pointing down the street. "There's a muggle orphanage here, a safe one. We can put strong wards over it, and we can keep an eye on him from time to time. Make sure he is really safe."
"Well, that sounds like an idea," Ashford said, smoking on his cigar. "I leave you two to it, then." And then he disappeared into thin air with a pop!
"Come on," Harry said, beginning to walk away, and Ron followed. "I have to give him some new clothes, and I'm sure we have some of Albus's baby clothes somewhere." Ron nodded, then noticed that Harry's chest had blood on it.
"Harry, are you bleeding?" he asked, pointing at Harry's chest.
Harry looked down. "I'm not," he said, then looked at the baby's which was slightly bleeding. "Of course," he said. "At least it will be hidden for no one to see."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, then looked at the baby's chest, where a scar was carved into it, in the shape of a cross. "Is that another scar, like yours?"
"Similar," Harry replied. "But not exactly like mine."
"Yeah, and history repeats itself," Ron said, quietly.
Minutes later, Harry and Ron entered the Potter residence, which was an ordinary quaint house. Harry and Ron entered the sitting room, where Ron lit the room with a wave of his wand. Harry then handed the baby to Ron, who carefully took him.
"Wait here," Harry said. "I'll go find some old baby clothes." Ron nodded and sat down, while Harry left upstairs.
A minute later, the front door opened up and then closed. Ron looked up to see his sister, Ginny, walk in, holding a baby with red hair, and two boys following her, all looking very sleepy.
"Ron," Ginny greeted when she saw her brother, then noticed the black haired baby in his arms. "With a baby...that better not be Harry's," she growled out.
"It's not!" Ron said quickly, as the two boys moved over and sat down on the couch.
"Then whose is it, Ron?" Ginny hissed quietly, trying not to wake the baby in her arms. "It's not yours is it?"
"No!" Ron cried.
"Then why do you have a random baby in your arms that's not Hugo?" Ginny said, glaring at her older brother.
"Because," Harry answered, re-entering the sitting room. "His mother was killed tonight, and we have to give him to the orphanage here."
"But why is he here?" Ginny asked, her expression now calm yet concerned. "Why haven't you dropped him off yet?"
"He needed some new clothes," Harry answered, "But I can't find any of Albus's old clothes. Do you know where they are?"
"Of course I do," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Let me put Lily to bed, and I'll find them. And can you help your boys to sleep too." Harry nodded, moving over to pick up a now sleeping, two year old Albus, as his older son, James, lazily got off the couch and followed his father up the stairs.
A few more minutes later, Ginny re-entered the sitting room holding some decent and clean baby clothes. "Where's Harry?" Ron asked.
"He's in his study, writing a letter for the orphanage," Ginny answered, sitting next to Ron. "Here, take off his clothes." Ron nodded and took off the baby boy's clothes, and then helped Ginny put some new clothes on him.
"What's his name?" Ginny asked, now holding onto the baby boy, staring at him. He was awake and his blue eyes stared into Ginny's brown ones.
"Er, I don't know," Ron asked, scratching his head. "I never caught it, but I'm sure Harry knows."
Minutes later, Harry entered the sitting room, holding onto a letter. "Alright," he said. "Let's go."
Ron nodded, and Ginny wrapped the baby in a couple of old blankets and then gave him to Ron who took the baby carefully. Harry and Ron then left the house and began making their way to the Orphanage in town. After minutes of walking, Harry and Ron walked up the steps of the Godric Hallow's Orphanage.
"What are we going to do?" Ron asked. "Break in, and leaving him in a bed or something?"
"No," Harry said, waving his wand and conjuring up a basket, and placing it in front of the door. Ron nodded and placed the baby into the basket.
"You know, he'll never know he's a wizard," Ron said, standing up. "Not until he's eleven."
"I know," Harry said. "But we'll always be around, watching out for him. Keeping him safe. Heck, he might even grow up with our kids and they'll all become friends." Harry then placed the letter he had written and set it in the basket, next to the baby. "Let's go Ron," he said. Ron nodded, and began to leave, while Harry spoke to the be one last time. "May your early life and childhood be better than mine. Good luck, Simon Ares."