Title All Because of Lily / / / Rating T
Chapter 03 – The Grangers
Warnings Contains mentions of abuse and mentions of minor character death, swearing, violence. Weasley, James Potter and Dumbledore bashing.
Inspired By and Contains Text from… Broomstick Flyer's unnamed story
A/N I know that Lily was pregnant at the end of the last chapter, but unfortunately she didn't make it past Voldemort, and subsequently lost the child as well as her life. Unfortunately for Harry he will never know the sister that he almost had…
Contains some text from Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone…
-All Because of Lily-
Previously on All Because of Lily…
Summoning her wand, Lily cast the pregnancy detection spells, hoping that she was wrong in her theory that she was pregnant. Unfortunately, the spell came back positive, signifying that she was to be pregnant with a baby girl.
Heading back to the bedroom she heard her son and her husband playing a game together. Frowning, Lily knew she was making the right choice, but was scared that her husband would try to talk her out of her choice, or even yet, curse her into making the choice that he wanted her to make.
Eventually Lily had packed her things, along with Harry's and, having left them in Harry's bedroom, went down to her husband, offering to put her son down to bed.
Taking Harry upstairs, she knew that she would have to leave while her husband was not noticing, unaware that he, along with Albus Dumbledore, had cast Tracking Charms on each of her bras, meaning that so long as she was in Britain, he could track her to within twenty meters.
As Lily went to grab Harry with her one hand, having hooked her packed bag over her shoulder, and picking up the Portkey that she had made with her other hand, she felt a sudden Anti-Portkey apply. It was then, with the words her husband said next, that she knew that she and her son were not going to survive the night.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off..."
Granger Residence, 4 Crooks Lane, Alcester, Warwickshire, England
31st October 1981
British Army Captain Adam Granger, a dentist by trade, was worried. He had been asleep with his wife, Sophie, when he heard the sounds of his daughter Hermione screaming, the young girl having a nightmare.
Rushing to his daughter's bedroom, he was beaten to the chase by his wife, who was able to comfort his daughter, worried about her nightmares and how she was. It was then that Hermione shouted the one word that shocked Sophie.
"HARRY!"
Sophie instantly knew who Hermione was taking about, the older Granger remembering that her friend Lily was stuck in a marriage that she felt something was off, something about her husband being wrong. As she hugged her daughter, an owl appeared in the window of the house.
Taking the small package off the owl, Sophie knew that it was a copy of a book that Lily had told her that she had started writing. Reading it, there was one specific passage that shocked the bushy haired lady.
'James is acting all weird around me. I keep having these times where my memories are a blank, as if something was amiss, but every time I try and bring it up around him, I get another blank moment, as though…as though I have been Olbiviated. I just hope that I can brew a Flushing Potion whilst he is away, and hope that he does not take it out on Harry.'
It was thanks to this diary that the Grangers came up with a plan, one which they knew would involve their extended family…
Granger Residence, 4 Crooks Lane, Alcester, Warwickshire, England
15th July 1991
Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry walked briskly up the garden path of what, to her, looked like a rather expensive house in the Warwickshire Villiage of Alcester.
Taking several deep breaths as she paused to knock on the door, she knew that one again she was doing her annual rounds of visiting Muggleborn children to offer her services as a guide to the Wizarding World. She had no idea that today would be different than all the other times she had done this duty.
Eventually the door opened, a bushy haired girl being the one to open the door. Professor McGonagall looked down at the young girl and smiled. "Miss Granger?" she asked politely.
"Yes, I am, could you just wait while I get my father please?" the young girl who had opened the door asked politely, as she gently closed the door before calling for Adam to come to the door.
Adam Granger opened the door and looked out at the strangely garbed woman standing there. "Can I help you?" the former Army Major, having been Honourable Discharged from active service following an injury that he had gained in the Falkland's War, asked pleasantly.
"Good morning Mr Granger-"
"Major Granger, I will have you know."
"Sorry, Major Granger, I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I believe your daughter, a Miss Hermione Granger, received the letter informing you of my visit from the school during the past week. Now if I might be allowed to enter I can soon impart the required knowledge about Hogwarts and what we teach." Professor McGonagall said as she slipped into the house, passing the former Army Major.
A short while later, the two Granger adults, along with the young girl beside them who had listened to what the Professor had had to say and both were shaking their heads.
"I'm sorry Professor, but we will not require any demonstration as I am quite certain you have had a completely wasted journey, you see our lovely young lady here has never had any of these strange happenings you have mentioned." She told the older woman as she placed her arm around the shoulder of the girl sitting with her.
"She's right you know." the young one stated quite clearly.
Minerva McGonagall was feeling rather confused, especially as never before had she visited a potential students home to find that there was some sort of mistake, not once in the thirty-five years she had been doing the job. Asking permission, she pulled out her wand to do a test for a magical core on the young girl.
She was quite shocked when the test revealed that the young lady did not contain an iota of magic in her entire body beyond what was normal for a none magical.
It was a confused Deputy Headmistress of the supposedly world famous school that left the Granger house that afternoon, she thought briefly of Obliviating the Grangers of their memory of her visit from their minds, but she changed her mind when she heard the young Miss Granger refer to her as yet another con artist after making some quick money.
Deciding there was no need to waste any of her flagging energy casting spells that were not needed she headed for her next appointment. The Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts had little idea what she had seen…or that there would be consequences for the Wizarding World as she knew it!
Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England
15th July 1991
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of Number 4, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. They had a son, Dudley, who they had completely spoilt, and a nephew, Harry, who they completely hated.
Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry Hunting.
There was a horrible smell in the kitchen when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in grey water.
"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.
"Your new school uniform," she said.
Harry looked in the bowl again.
"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."
"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dying some of Dudley's old things grey for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."
Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High - like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
"Make Harry get it."
"Get the mail, Harry."
"Make Dudley get it."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives - he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink, the same colour as his eyes. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
It was then that Harry realised that his dream had come true…and that he had needed to escape the house that he had spent his life in once and for all…
- All Because of Lily-
Coming Up in… Chapter 04 – A Visitor to the Grangers…
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