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Peverell

By Jamnaz79

Note: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not make any money off of my writing because who would ever pay for what I write? It is done for fun and to get ideas out of my head. I just hope they can be interesting sometimes.

The Potter Cottage main living room was normally a place of life and laughter. It was where the center of the small family lived their lives with love and happiness. It was a place where Lily and James Potter practically raised their one year old Harry with toys scattered everywhere. A place where they ate their meals as a family before the muggle television. It wasn't just a room but instead where the family came together in these dark times and forgot about everything terrible in the world. When they were in this room together the outside world was forgotten. The terrible war, the disappearances and deaths were about to be ignored. Instead this was a place they could just relax and be a loving family.

James loved this room, it was everything he had hoped he might someday have after his own parents were lost. In his mind this was the place of the best memories of his life. The couch where he would snuggle up with Lily in his arms and watch those old muggle black and white movies that she loved with that actress Audrey Hepburn. It had the small burn mark where Harry first performed accidental magic. His son had been riding on the back of his Uncle Padfoot like a cowboy when his Lily-Flower walked in and let out a scream. The boy of less than a year was scared for his mother and lit the floor along with his Uncle on fire! The best part was that Lily had refused to regrow the patch of hair on the man so he had a bald spot for weeks! It had the old rocking chair in the corner that Lily and him made love on the night that she conceived their son. There was a thousand moments and hundreds of different items that all brought happiness to James just thinking of them.

Now all of them were destroyed. The room looked like a tornado had hit a zoo and filled the chamber. The couch was now in pieces and most of those pieces were stuck in the wall at iron spikes or turned into burnt rodents. The ancient oak floorboards were pulled up as javelins and spears which had been spread against the far wall. The rocking chair had been split apart and turned into a hundred different falcon's which had failed to claw the eyes out of the man whom had killed him. Even the pictures on the wall were turned into saw blades which had caused the Dark Lord to bleed in surprise. The room was not huge at merely twenty five feet by twenty feet but had been a battle that lasted ten minutes to cross. A battle which James Potter had done everything in his power to give his wife time.

He had never expected to win this battle. In fact he expected to die the moment that it started, but in a fight like this delaying was all that mattered. It mattered not to him the cost he would pay because this price he would pay a thousand times over. Because he had bet on his wife to protect his son and James knew that there was not a mother in the world that was more determined to protect their child.

Lily had spent months going through every scrap of parchment in the Potter Vault. She had read through scrolls that were part of the family research from prior to the family took the name Potter. She researched into items that were in languages that had not been since the rise of the Roman Republic. James knew he had married the smartest witch of her age but in all of his life he had never seen her so determined. She had promised that she merely needed five minutes to make certain Harry would live no matter what,

James felt his sense of self starting to leave him. He would chuckle if he could move his body at all but the binding combined with the blood loss from his legs being cut off at the knees made that impossible. It was race against time now whether blood loss, or the blood boiler with kill him from the inside. His brown eyes lingered on the arm across from him from the man whom ended his life. He had taken the arm of the Dark Lord Voldemort off of the man from the shoulder. Unfortunately it had not been the wand arm which is why he had lost the disgusting monster had leaned close to whisper, "I left you here to listen and hear the end of your troublesome family line. Your mudblood wife will beg for death before I am done with her then I will slaughter your heir. Know the Potter's are dead this night."

The dark eyes of James turned to look to the one photo still on the wall. It was one of Harry asleep in lap on the rocking chair holding his favorite stuffed animal of a dog looking like Padfoot. It was the last image he would see his vision went dark but his ears still worked. A shame for he missed a rat scurry past him up the stairs.

"Your husband is dead mudblood, there is nothing you can do to stop me from killing the boy. I give you this one chance as I promise someone, move and you shall live." The voice was loud and clear even to the dying man from upstairs.

"You will never touch him. You will never lay a finger on my son Tom Riddle. Juno in the ancient accords of our family the price of blood is paid for the price of life. Let me body feed the life of those I cherish." The words rang out and a body fell onto the ground.

A moment later James heard the sound of multiple spells shattering against Lily's ward scheme before a roar of rage and frustration. For a brief moment James Potter overpowered the binding spell on his face by sheer willpower dying with smile on his lips.

~~~ P ~~~

The rat scurried up the stairs past his dying former friend. A sadness filled Peter Pettigrew for a moment realizing his friendship truly was over. He knew it as soon as he had been captured and forced to give up the Potters it was over. But seeing the results of your betrayal is far worse than anything he could imagine. Worse he knew that the Dark Lord had ordered Peter to follow him into the cottage to watch the results on purpose. Voldemort had made Peter give up his friend with one simple threat, that if he did not his mother would be killed. The woman who raised him as a single mother from a child. The woman who had given her everything working two jobs tirelessly just to see him sent to the most expensive and best school in Britain. Peter loved his friends but his mother was the one person he couldn't and wouldn't sacrifice for them. Now he was in hell as he dared not look at James rapidly cooling body and scampered up the stairs.

When Peter arrived the sight was not what he expected, nor something he ever wanted to see. Who in their right mind would want to see an enraged Dark Lord. As he transformed back to human the pudgy man at once dropped to a knee. "My Lord, I am here as you wished."

"Wormtail! The mudblood was more intelligent then I thought. She created a barrier with her very life's blood as a sacrifice." The Dark Lord stated as he stared at the barrier and the baby with a freshly cut scar of a lightning bolt on the other side standing up in his crib crying.

The pudgy man stole a glance to his right seeing the dead body of Lily Potter causing his heart to ache for a moment. What was worse was the soundless cries of young Harry behind the barrier. It was at that moment that he realized something that he could perhaps do as a small way to make up for what he had caused. "My Lord, the boy is not the one from the prophecy that Severus spoke about."

A wand glowed neon green at it turned towards Wormtail. The very air seemed to crackle with magical power as the creature holding the wand, for he was no longer a man, glared at his servant. "Choose your next words carefully Wormtail for they could be your last. Explain..."

The simpering man shuddered and took a deep breath before he spoke carefully, "Dumbledore knew that there was two body that could be the prophecy. Young Harry who has not shown any magic so far in his life and the pureblood Neville Longbottom. The Longbottom boy is said to be strong from rumors. So Dumbledore hid the boy behind a Fidelius spell and made Lily Potter the secret keeper..."

The wand lowered from the trembling man as Wormtail was careful to keep his eyes downcast in deference for his Lord. But, even more he kept his eyes away so the man could not read the lie about Harry supposedly being weak. The voice was smooth and calm as it spoke to Wormtail, "And now that Lily Potter is dead you know the location of the Longbottom boy?"

"The Longbottoms are hidden away from Longbottom Manor in a cottage three miles to the east of Dundee. I can show you where now my Lord before Dumbledore realizes that they are exposed from the wards falling." The man quieted keeping his head down while being very still waiting his Lord's choice.

"That is perfect. Dumbledore will come here now that he knows this Fidelius has fallen. He will not think about the Longbottoms right away. How clever of him to hide the Longbottom's behind not one but two Fidelius to protect them. We will leave this fiery inferno Wormtail. Come." The voice was calm and collected magic sprung up and dark flames started to flicker against the walls of the small cottage.

Peter stood up and offered his arm to his Lord whom took it before the pair apparated away from the ruins. The night would not go as planned as instead of killing the Longbottom boy the Dark Lord would be vanquished.

~~~ P ~~~

Sometimes Sirius would have sense of impending doom. They said that Black line was blessed and cursed. The curse was the insanity that would often show up in their bloodline. The blessing was the six sense they would often show when they or their loved ones were in trouble. It was that feeling which was currently ringing in the mind of Sirius.

He had been on his wave to the Waymire twins. He was supposed to take the buxom pair of red heads out on a date this evening for Halloween. What a better night could be had for a young bachelor? The best part was he did not need to worry about an accident after one of the battles he had last year. There would be no little Sirius. Normally for most folks that would be a horrible fact to face. But after he dealt with his families instability and the knowledge that he believed he would be a horrible father made him actually okay with this fact. Besides he had a godson to spoil.

A smile split the lips of Sirius as he thoughts about his godson. Lily was planning to dress him up as a lion today for Halloween. He loved the idea of popping over first to check on that fact. In fact that is just what he will do if nothing else to quiet the sense of bad feelings he was having right now. With that in mind he tossed on his leather jacket and popped out of the two bedroom apartment he was living in Liverpool over to Godric's Hallow.

The sight before Sirius when he appeared was something he never wished to see. It was a sight that could break a man, the home of his best friend, his brother in all but blood was burning! He reacted on instinct and without a thought to his own safety Sirius ran directly into the flames.

The cottage was cloudy with smoke and the only light coming was from the wild fires springing up. He tried to raise his wand to put out the flames but as soon as the water hit them it disappeared which led to only one possibility. The flames were created from dark magic!

Sirius was frantic as he tried to search around the room spotting first his best friend James laying on the ground. He ran over to him falling to his knees ignoring the pool of blood as he rolled James onto his back. The man's eyes were vacant as he stared up at the sky. Sirius let out a scream of anguish at the sight that rocked the very walls with the magic infused into it.

A beam broke apart from the ceiling and fell downwards landing to the other side of James and forcing Sirius to back away. That was when he heard it over the roar of the fire. The sound of a child screaming, the sound of Harry! Not caring for his own safety or his own life Sirius ran up the stairs into the belly of blaze.

He could feel the fire burning against his ankles hands and face. He could feel the wickedness of the fire wanting to taste his flesh but he didn't care. Only one thing concerned the young man and that was his godson. His dragonhide jacket, slacks and boots protected most of his body as he raced down the corridor and into the room of the nursery. There he passed through a red film that seemed to collapse after him before stumbling over a body on the ground.

Once again Sirius found himself in a puddle of blood this time the wife of his best friend. He only need a glance to see she was dead. There was complicated runes in a dozen different languages from the doorway down along the floor and dead woman to the crib holding his godson. Gently he closed the eyes of Lily Potter nee' Evans before he stood up turning towards his godson. He was rewarded with the sight of a pair of glowing green emeralds and the voice crying out, "Padddddfoo."

"Pup..." The words came out in a gasp of tormented pain mixed with pure happiness. He reached out and lifted the boy upwards into his arms. Squeezing the boy to him so very tightly while being afraid if he let him go the boy would be gone too. The moment was only broken when the floor started to creak as the fire raging in the building spread under Harry's room.

The trainer Auror reacted like one should he pulled off his dragonhide jacket and wrapped it around the boy. "We need to go Harry. Your Uncle Padfoot is going to keep you safe."

Once the boy was secure and covered up he pulled out his wand shooting a bombarda maxima at the bedroom wall to try to blow it open and escape away from the fire. To his surprise the wall remained standing the energy of the spell seemingly absorbed into the wall. A grimace came over his lips before he let out a curse. "Alright Padfoot think. We need to get Harry to safety."

He twirled his wand around and sprayed himself down with water even knowing it would help little. Then pulling Harry sheltered as possible to his chest he ran into the blazing fire and down the stairs to outside of the house.

Once outside he dropped down to his knees holding Harry close to him. His grey eyes met those of emerald green, a small smile crossed the face of Sirius Black before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out in pain.

Author Note: I would have 2 ways to take this Either Sirius is found like that and tossed into prison without a trial and the story would start in year 3. Or else would have Harry grow up with Sirius. Either way if you notice Harry was marked that evening so Dumbledore would pay attention to him as backup. Any thoughts?