Harry Lokison the Trickster's Heir

by dglsprincess105

A Marvel What If continuity: How things would have been different if Odin had placed Loki in the mortal body of James Potter? hey everyone! I'm alive!

9. Interlude: They never get a break

Have you heard what the fanfiction administratives are doing next, They're taking down stories that either have too much sexuel content or too much violence. I mean, come on, what is the point of unleashing your imagination if they plan on stifling it or removing our rights. I came to this sight the first time I saw it because I wanted to place my stories that I have had in my head for the world to see. Now all of a sudden, I have to be fearful that they may remove "Sting of Love' or Ailurrophobia because the former is too sexual and the latter might be a bit violent. What the heck! I suggest that you all sign the petition by review or by this website:

/fanfiction-net-stop-the-destruction-of-fanfiction-net

You've been waiting for nearly five months. (Which I am sorry for; lost a great deal of work when my laptop finally died.) Now I present to you my chapter. Sorry, I know I promised more interactions with Harry and Loki, but I needed to get this out first. Next chapter will have Loki and Harry fluffiness. But for now, let's take a look at what's going on Earth.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or Harry Potter. If I had owned Marvel, certain villains would not be cloned, travel through time, or get resurrected (Seems to be a theme that no one stays dead in the Marvel Universe, Except for Captain Marvel. They better bring back Thor, then.)

Interlude: They never get a break

The fates would not have it. They refused to lose to that snot nosed brat who refused to do as their elders had told him. They were the masters of fate and destiny. No one escaped their grasp, no one! Sooner or later; all who wished to avoid their fates would face them anyway! They had a new plan now and that mortal will cooperate. It did not matter what the boy wanted, as long as the outcome they chose was achieved.

After slowly calming down from the shock of everything falling to pieces, Fate and Destiny sat and thought of what to do next. After much thought, they realized that while they no longer had any control over Harry, everyone else was fair game. So how to use that...

The prophecy stated that Harry would be marked as Tom's equal. But Potter was stronger than Voldemort, even when he was but a child. The Death Eaters will also not stand a chance if Harry starts to receive not only training but attain a godhood. So they had to level the playing field for the side of evil.

They needed to make sure Voldemort was evenly matched as well, with Harry still having the advantage of the power he knows not. They needed to make sure that Voldemort had another immortal working with him. One that would also hate Harry and all that he stood for.

They knew just the one! And he would hate Harry once he learned of whom was helping him.

Calling upon one of their puppets, they sent a message to Muspelheim of a boy with the powers of ice. Then they proceeded to call on the others to spread out more of their work and attempt to fix what had been broken. Then they would continue to help even out the war for Tom Riddle. Once the necessary deaths and altered lives were achieved, they would 'help' Harry carry out the killing blow to Riddle. When Potter accomplishes their work, then they will fashion a way to get rid of him as he would be of no use to them and too powerful and unpredictable to keep around.

But why stop there? Harry was going to have powerful allies, so Tom needed powerful allies as well. Scourging through earth, they were able to find him allies that would love to destroy the disobedient pawn.

Little did they know, was that they were being watched. And the ones watching were not happy with their behaviour.

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In the forests of Romania, Voldemort was brooding in a particularly dead meadow, which had been quite lively before he came along. He was starting to resent the fact that he was reduced to this! A spectre forced to hide from what seemed to be a vengeful creature that actually had the ability to grab him.

Yet another indignity that he was forced to suffer. He swore on his magic that he would make Harry Potter pay for it, with the boy's life and any attachment he may have made over the years it would take for him to come back to life.

He suddenly jumped as he felt a presence. It felt frightening and foreboding. At first, he thought it was that horrid green lady and she had found him again. The thought of her made him want to head to Antarctica. Just when he was about to make that trip, a gravelly voice interrupted his plans.

"Wraith, it would seem that you have come across trouble. Terrible trouble if you've attracted the ire of Hela herself." The voice was deep as the pit of hell and one can hear the darkness in every syllable, yet it seemed amused.

Whirling to his left, Voldemort found himself staring at what started as a large ball of flames before it became an inferno of fire. A large red demon with ebony horns stood before him as it gave a frightening leer. Voldemort paused not in fear but in a pensive thought. In his travels as a youth to become Lord Voldemort, he had encountered many demons, especially ones that mattered over the demonic planes. While some offered him power and his own demonic horde, Voldemort wisely had chosen the purebloods as his army and chose to gain his own power. He, however, did ask for information that would be beneficial in his holy mission of wiping out those filthy Muggles and Mudbloods with promises of other souls rather than his own. He used his experience and charm that had allowed him to get information as a boy he wanted while keeping his soul intact. (Or at least in this dimension.)

After all, one can't just rule a planet if he had to get the power from others, it just made the victory so empty.

"May I ask to whom I am speaking with?" Voldemort asked in his most respectful of tone.

Always be polite to a demon, which was one of the top rules in wizard creed when dealing with them. Unlike the muck such as vampires or centaurs or other creatures magic made for them for harvesting for potion ingredients or wand-making, demons were immune to most forms of magic and were not above taking out their slights on those that dare to insult them. Only wizards that either had holy magic or hellfire from dealings would be able to stand up to them. Holy magic was a dying art and few priests had the power to fight off a full-blooded demon, and for hellfire, well, you needed to make a deal with another powerful demon, and there was always a price to pay for that one.

Even Riddle, in his quest for power knew better then to accept a contract from them. While he loved power, he wasn't going to be stupid about it when gaining it. He knew that demons had this habit of making you into servants or somehow cheating you out of your freedom or soul because one did not read the fine print. That was one of the reasons he said he would think about it when Mephisto offered him power. The demon lord didn't always make good with his promises.

"It is good to see the arrogance of wizard does not override their self-preservation." The demon grinned. "As to whom I am, my name is Surtur, the Demon King of Muspelheim."

Voldemort now knew he really did not want to offend this demon. This was the one among Norse legend that will one day bring the world to an end in a blaze of fire. This was one of the few beings that would have even gods hesitate in battle. (Well, the ones that did battles, anyway.) Odin himself feared this creature as it had claimed his two brothers.

"I have heard of the situation you seem to have gotten yourself into. I came here to offer aide. I am well aware of a prophecy concerning you and a boy wizard. He is... just as much my enemy as he is to you, much so that I am willing to offer, you, a mortal, my aide to destroy him by coming my avatar." Surtur growled at the end. As much as he considered mortals beneath him, the seers in his realm had warned him of Harry Potter (After they finally stopped screeching from the pain the boy inflicted on them.) if what he learned was true, then the realm of Asgard had gained a new mage with Ymir's power, the one power equal to his own fire power. To have someone like him around in Asgard was unacceptable. How would he bring the end of the universe if a brat like that existed to oppose him? Especially since the Ragnarok prophecy was broken and even his own foretold victory was now in question.

He didn't even bother to try to think to sway the boy. If he was in Loki's hands, no doubt not only the boy would be warned of him, but taught on the art of deceit and trickery. One thing that he respected about Loki was that at times he fooled even Surtur. That and he heard that the boy wouldn't hurt a fly despite his upbringing, so seducing him to his side was out of the question.

"As too good to be true as the offer is, I'm afraid I simply must decline." Voldemort stated in a clear but somewhat respectable voice. "I cannot accept power from others simply to kill one child. How would it look to my followers if I had to pledge myself to a demon to finish off the son of a mudblood?" Indeed while he was making excuses to move away from the demon, he also knew that his own power and infallibility were what kept the Death Eaters loyal to him. If they saw him weak, they would desert him or attack him.

Like the many that did when he fell. The only loyal ones were those that willingly went to Azkaban to await him, and they shall be rewarded greatly for such loyalty. The others, on the other hand...

Surtur kept his temper, despite the rejection. He needed this wizard by his side and he knew losing his temper will not help. According to his seers, this was the only mortal that could fight against the demigod son of Loki. He was also quite a narcissist, insane and frightfully clever so he had to be careful with how he spoke to him.

"You must reconsider, wizard. After all, the little Potter will beat you once his powers are fully ascended." The fire demon smiled slightly, knowing the reaction it would provoke by saying this. The look on his face was amusing him.

Voldemort allowed a bit of rage and hate to enter his voice. "He won because of his mother, not of any power he has. The prophecy must have been mistaken. I can kill him and this time, there will be no 'mother's love' to help him." He frowned as he thought this out. In retrospect, he also realized that he did not know the full prophecy. A mistake on his part; He should have waited to see which one was more a threat. Of course, now he knew that the Potter boy was his enemy, but he had allowed his anger and fears to get the better of his mind and instead went to kill the Chosen One while he was still young and weak. He had thought it would have been easy; instead, he lost his body and was now the prey to Hela herself.

He shuddered, if she was anything like her father, it was best that she never catches him.

"This is true. You had underestimated the witch because you believed her inferior in her bloodline and assumed she would not bring harm to you. As it is, she proved to be far shrewder then you believed." He grinned. "Even if you had not died, Loki would have made you wished you had. You should be thankful that the mortal woman's death had distracted him from seeing you r spirit form."

Voldemort stared back at the demon as he finally learned the name of the powerful individual that he saw at the Potter's house that day. "Loki? What does the god of mischief have anything to do with the Potters? Last I heard the Potters have always followed the likes of Odin and Thor, while the mudblood had no deities to bind her servitude to."

For someone who claimed to be intelligent, this wizard was slow. But then again, he was smarter than most wizards ... that did not say much, in his opinion. Surtur leaned forward and explained in an almost bored tone.

"Loki was punished for his actions, yet again. Only this time, the Odin saw fit to place him in a human body to learn not only humility, but courage, love and other foolish things the Asgard hold dear. This time, the punishment has succeeded (All too well.) Loki has learned a great deal from the mortals." Surtur sneered in disgust.

Loki had once been so evil that Surtur would have had him a demon by his side if he could (He changed his mind a second later. He already had enough ambitious and clever demons that wanted his status and power, the last thing he wanted was someone like Loki as one of them.) But he had fallen very far when he learned that the mortal Lily was dead and he had to leave her child behind, only to learn what had happened to the brat.

Of course, He could always tell Odin about the boy and watch the look of turmoil on Loki's face as he sees yet another child taken from him, but Surtur was sure that Odin would not believe anything he said. After all, he was a demon, and they were known to lie on occasion.

Besides, it brought amusement to many of the enemies of Asgard that they knew something the all-knowing all-father didn't. Let him figure it out for himself. It would make it far sweeter when he learned many of his enemies knew before him.

"But why would he choose a mudblood for a bride if that were so?" Voldemort knew that some gods would have sex with anything that moved, but one would think the God of Mischief had better taste then to touch such an unworthy thing. After all, the god was a sorcerer himself.

On the other hand, considering the monstrosities he brought into this world...

Surtur would have rolled his eyes if he had pupils. As if the gods cared about such things as bloodlines. The only time blood mattered is if he was of a deity line, and even then, it was not always a sure thing. Not all demi-gods inherited powers. (1) Blood does not matter to gods. They care not for such things. Loki may be important to many of his followers, but to him, blood has nothing to do with anything except his spell, and even then, unless it's virgin blood, it has no interest or value.

"Loki cares not about the linage of his wife. To him, blood has no importance to him." Surtur explained while Voldemort looked he swallowed a bottle of Skele-Grow.

"What do you mean? Blood does matters! How else can we find who was worthy for magic and keep the muck away from polluting our world. Even as we speak, they bring changes to our honored traditions and make protection laws regarding the Muggle filth and their magical abominations. More and more of their waste send their brood to the fine school that Salazar Slytherin has created with the help of the blood traitors that sent him away." It boiled his blood just thinking about it, except he had no blood to boil. His ancestor must be rolling in his grave.

Surtur growled, wanting to destroy the impudent man. Did he think that he knew more than he did, he who has existed long before stars formed? He who first saw Magic in all her splendor and blessed as well as cursed the realms with it? Did this insect believe himself above even Magic? Not even Odin would be so arrogant.

"Mortal," he growled, showing that his temper was flaring. "I am offering you a chance against a boy blessed by gods themselves. I am helping you to succeed in vanquishing a child that will be a problem to you and your cause. He will destroy all you and your ancestors have worked on. You wish to turn me down?"

Realizing that he would not be killed, he decided to see what information he could get from what looks like the opportunity of a lifetime. "What is the catch?" Voldemort asked.

"Catch?" Surtur raised an eyebrow. Obviously this was a Midgardian word.

Voldemort dropped his politeness a notch. "Please, you are not the first ruler of a hell dimension to approach me, yet you are offering me this and want nothing in return? I am neither stupid nor ignorant. What do you get out of this very tempting arrangement?"

He answered in a heartbeat. "The boy's death. You are not the only one threatened by him. Ymir is my natural enemy, for a very obvious reason. Any avatar of his is a threat to me and all fire demons of Muspelheim. I cannot do it personally as I am bound by certain rules like all demons are. You, however, can eliminate him for me. If you become my avatar, you will gain a silver of my power as he has gained a silver of Ymir."

"No payment of souls, then?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Payment, of course, is required. I cannot just give you my power. Rules are rules." Surtur sneered. Didn't anyone tell this mortal you couldn't get something for nothing?

"Unfortunately I still have need of my soul. However, I can offer you the souls of many of my followers. Were I to have my body back, I could use the mark. I normally use it to keep close contact of them and call them when needed. But I have used it to occasionally siphon magic off of the. Not a lot, simply little by little. After all, I should not make it too obvious of what I am doing to them." Voldemort smirked. Once again, Surtur knew he did the right thing choosing him as his champion.

"Very well, once you have completed all I required and given me what I wanted, all marked Deatheater will belong to me." Surtur smirked. The Death Eaters will learn the consequences of signing on a cause that had them dancing with devils.

Voldemort shrugged. It wasn't like he couldn't get new followers anyway. Heck, if he worked with Surtur, he might even get better ones to replace. The ones he had failed him.

Unbeknownst to Voldemort, Surtur never wanted Riddle's useless soul to begin with. He knew what he had done to achieve your so-called immortality. He had cut up his soul even beyond what normal dark wizards would do. It was of no use to him.

Souls were, to the hell and Underworld gods, monetary pieces/forms of power to them. For some, the purer the souls, the more pricy it was. For the hell gods, only a certain amount can be accepted. If the soul was too pure and too good, it could harm them. Poor Mephisto learned that the hard way with Thor's soul at one point.

Surprisingly, there are some souls that even demons wouldn't want. He knew some demons that would have found even this creature too disgusting to accept. He was not one of those, of course. One can never be picky on such things.

But one thing they all had in common was this: The soul, like money, had to be in one piece. Tear it in half and the value was still there, as long as they could find the other half of the soul. However, Voldemort had torn his soul into several pieces and beyond that of seven, which was the limit. The soul was now useless to any demon attempting to cash in on it.

Surtur hoped that none of the other hell-gods were foolish enough to take his soul away as they would be giving Voldemort power and they would be receiving nothing in return. But then, whoever was insane enough to cheat a demon and believe they can get away with it, deserved whatever happened to them.

"Surely there is a more to this? The boy's death cannot be it." Voldemort did his best to hide his sneer. There was no way that there was no catch in this, it was way too good to be true. Demons are deceitful by nature and practically can't be trusted in their words. They will always find a way to cheat you in the end. Also, he refused to believe that Harry Potter was that powerful enough to warrant attention from a demon, especially such a notorious one.

Surtur growled, losing patience that this mortal would continue to question. This is why he never worked with mortals, talking to one was like rubbing a wound with salt. How the other minor hell-gods tolerated them, he'll never know.

"It is your choice after all. But keep in mind that the boy and his mortal mother succeeded in killing you. Do you truly believe that you stand a chance with Loki, who makes a career out of torturing those that slight him? And of course, this is one of his children you are targeting. He cares for them all, even the mortal ones." He looked at the wraith and was amused to see that the ghost managed to bleach. "Fenris and Jormungand will also not be pleased. The father of werewolves and wolves may be trapped, but he still has followers and descendents on Midgard. Although most of them are peaceful and wish to be left alone, one command from him and you will see how ruthless and numerous they are. Even clans that cannot stand one another will fight together if Fenris orders it. Jormungand may be every bit a snake the Slytherins are, but he too cares for what little family he has. In fact, it was him that saved the boy when he had been attacked and close to being discovered." He grinned. "Of course, there is also Thor to worry about. He adores children and will not tolerate anyone attempting to kill one. It does not help your cause that the boy is also his nephew."

Voldemort did not like this, Harry Potter had powerful allies. To make matters were, they were gods that he himself once worshiped when he was in Hogwarts. What were the odds that the baby he was going to kill would be the son of the very god that many prominent pure-bloods Slytherins worshipped?

"You must also remember that Hela is also the sister of the boy you wish to kill. While she is normally cold and aloof even to her family, she does love them." He pointed out. "Hela already detests you for harming her father and causing him great turmoil, should she learn you are planning to murder her youngest sibling, she will make your afterlife quite unbearable." He gave a smile and he started to think of what the normally emotionless goddess of death might do to the mortal that ruined the stable order of her family. Not to mention that Voldemort continued to elude her, something that infuriated her to no end, no doubt.

Voldemort knew that He would be paying a heavy price for this. On the other hand, Potter proved that he not only had allies, but powerful ones as well. What was worse was that Harry was the son of a god that many Slytherins worship and even have as a patron god among Slytherins. If word got out that he was the son of Loki, he would be losing a great deal of followers. Attacking Mudbloods and blood traitors were one thing, but to attack a demigod, if the Demigod did not kill them first, the parent would. If it was Loki, no one wanted to lose the blessings of their patron gods.

Even Bellatrix might leave him for that; the Blacks were notorious worshippers of Loki. Rumours had it that Loki had descendents among their family line. The Metamorphmagus power, a power that is rare and coveted among Wizards, originated from him.

Voldemort knew that by agreeing to this, he would be a servant to Surtur. But that did not mean he would not have the means to protect himself...

"I ... accept your offer." He felt like he had a mouth full of lemon.

"Remember, mortal. You are my champion, to do what I want with. You must never betray me and serve as my avatar for as long as you live. I will allow you the knowledge on how to fight off Loki and his spawn as well as the freedom on how you run Midgard, but you do so not in your name, but in mine."

Voldemort nodded absentmindedly. He was too busy thinking about the many spells that could bind a god. It required someone worth a lot of power, but he was sure that once Surtur gave him his power, he would capture Loki and siphon his power off to him. Then he would never fear another god again.

In fact, once he gained enough powers and learned all he needed to know, he would find a way to banish Surtur. Summoning demons was easy, but getting rid of them required a great deal of Holy magic or the backing of a more powerful god. All he needed was the right god and the right opportunity.

Surtur did not have to read this beast's mind to know what he was thinking. If that man thought he could double-cross him and get away with it, he truly was insane. Demons invented the art of double dealing. They were the incarnations of deceit and treachery, this wizard was a child compared to them.

Still, he had sway to many of the dark wizards and if timed perfectly, he'd get their souls. After all, those tattoos were marked as more than just to their magical core; they were linked and tainted within their souls due to the atrocities they committed to gain those tatoos. Their souls were just right for his realm.

Voldemort was nice enough to mark them for him, too. Now he knew which ones to take.

Surtur grinned evilly. Either he got Loki's and Harry's souls if they are defeated or the souls of the Death Eaters whether he wins or loses. No matter the outcome of this next Wizarding World, he would win.

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Deep in the mountains of Tibet, the Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange had returned to the home of his master and teacher with news of the Wizarding World, a world he was sometimes disgusted with, with good reason at times.

The Wizarding World was in a deep belief that blood was the key to potent magic. It was with this mindset that their society was built on whom had the oldest blood and where. Even the most Muggle-friendly of magicals could not understand that Magic can be wielded by Muggles if Magic herself chooses to allow it. That was how Dr. Strange, a mere muggle, was chosen, though he was the first one ever to be sorcerer supreme. Bloodline had nothing to do with it.

But try telling that to the Wizards.

While few Sorcerers were gifted with their own magical cores and had family lines of magic, it really did not mean a thing to Sorcerers, because it was always a fifty-fifty chance of someone in the family getting that magic. But to wizards, thousands of years of magic on their family made many of them think they had had something to prove. Meanwhile, a great deal of Muggleborns would go out there to prove they had just as much in the right to use magic as the purebloods. So blood was a big deal to then, even though it had little to do with proving powerful magic. The only time it was important was for their rituals. As a matter of fact, most blood rituals didn't even have to involve their blood to make it powerful, goats or pig's blood would do just fine in any rituals.

Squibs were also something that did not deserve the terrible treatment to the magical world that the Muggleborns had. While at times, it's really Magic that decides who can have magic and who cannot. Sometimes, that wasn't always the case. One of the worst ones were how many of the fanatical purebloods would go out of their way to prove that magic was strong in their family line through a series of tests or motivation.

And by tests and motivation, he meant physical and verbal abuse.

Many times, someone would try to surprise a child with an attack or drop them from a roof, or even worse put them in a life or death situation. It was with that hope that the child would perform a powerful accidental magic that would show the family that their magic ran strong. Unfortunately for the family but most of all; the child in question, it had the opposite effect most of the time. (2)

Magic was as sentient and as alive as the children that carry them, and like children, it should be nurtured an allowed to grow the way one should with their child. If one attempted to harm the child, you would not only traumatise the child but traumatise its magic as well. When one suffered from trauma, magic would hide away and even disappear deep into the child as it is fearful to act out. Unless the proper motivation came along, magic would hide out on the child, even if the child tried to call upon them himself.

When Dr. Strange pointed this out, he expected results, but the workings of magical bureaucracy were worse than the normal ones in the states. They made no progress and he was sure his suggestions and requests were placed in a bin. No matter what pretty words he wrote or power he wielded. In the end, blood mattered and he was only an uppity filthy Muggle, never mind his status as Sorcerer Supreme.

After all, what did some Muggle know about how magic worked, even if Magic chose him to have it?

And do not get him started on Albus Dumbledore! He did not like that man and would often go into rants about him! Not only did he have that holier than thou attitude that reminded him too much of certain villains, but the man had a deep sated distrust to him. In fact, it was nothing personal, but the defeater of Grindlewald simply did not like Sorcerers, for one reason and one reason only.

They were masters of Black sorcery.

To Dumbledore and many closed- minded light wizards, the black magic was no different than dark magic. To anyone who actually studied them, there is one major difference between them. Dark magic was all about intent. To use them required a great deal of hate, sadism and murder. The worst yet were the unforgivables, which could affect even his student if the wizard or witch were powerful enough. Any who mastered those dark arts were always filled with sadisms, hate and other negative feelings. No one was safe, not the enemies or friends or even families. That was why Voldemort had a large following of dark wizards. Oh yes, they believed in his talk of purification, but the truth is, they love any excuse to practice their hate and bloodlust. The dark arts were addictive and many could not stop themselves from using it.

Since using it on Wizards was illegal and could automatically send you to Azkaban, many of those that are not too interested in blood politic practice simply use it excuse to exercise their dark impulses.

Black magic, on the other hand, did not require any intent of hate or murder. It simply called upon the dark forces from other dimensions. Many times, the Master of Black Sorcery had to call upon the powers of beings of darkness or demonic beings in order to fight off enemies and threats to earth. From time to time, he even called upon the powers of his enemy, Dormammu for help. Unlike dark magic, calling upon those powers did not affect him as a person nor alter him. On the contrary, his only worry is if the forces did not heed his call and did not give him the power he needed when he was fighting an enemy (Which has actually happened from time to time, even to other sorcerers.)

Too bad, if it were not for his hate for all things dark, Dumbledore would have been a candidate for the Sorcerer Supreme long ago. As it is, it went to Dr. Stephen Strange the surgeon, when all he really had wanted back then was to heal his hands so he could continue being a doctor. Instead, he found something more.

"There might be something to this whole destiny scheme after all."' He mused ruefully. There were time when he did miss being a doctor, but he admitted that he had not only been enlightened but a better person in being a sorcerer.

Bracing himself for any news he may receive, Strange pushed the door open. Within the large room was an old man in Mandolin ornaments and garments.

The Ancient one.

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The Ancient one mediated as he took in the strange situation that they were in. In all his time, never had he felt such a disturbance. The power released was a rage he had never felt, tinged with overwhelming pain. He had been confused to see what had started it until he 'saw' that it had been started by one Harry Potter. Being the ancient one and a former Sorcerer supreme, he knew who Harry was and of the prophecy. Any sorcerer worth his salt knew of the prophecy.

It saddened him that the same problems that happened even in his time still existed now. Even if the forces of darkness don't win, he was sure that Wizards would destroy both themselves and the non-magical world through other means.

When he had learned of magical upheaval, he knew that now was the time for Strange to have a grasp on the magical politics. He knew he would have a long road ahead of him, but even he was stunned by what his apprentice went through. To think that the Wizards would attack the Sorcerer Supreme, the foremost master of magic. That the Death Eaters, furious that such power was given to a little nobody from the other world, would attack him, screaming he did not deserve it. Who were they to claim that?

"Master, it is I, your faithful student. I am in need of your wisdom and magic." A voice interrupted his thoughts. Before the Sorcerer could ask his question, the Ancient one spoke.

"My son, I know what you seek to learn, but I am afraid do not know exactly where he is. He has disappeared all together." He answered in a tired voice.

Strange sighed; the master had been his last hope in finding him. He could not sleep well knowing that somewhere out in the world, a frightened abused six year old was off on his own feeling that no one cared if he lived or died. He was fearful that someone may find him and hurt him or worse; use him for his own needs. The Death Eaters, at least the more fanatical kind, will hunt him to the ends of the earth to avenge their master. (Thank god the more fanatical ones were in Azkaban.) The ones that were more opportunistic would adopt him and take him in like a son, then as soon as they had all the power and influence he could offer, they would arrange an accident.

The Order may think they care, but Strange knew that they were only doing what Dumbledore was telling them. The ones that were in the war saw him as something that would be used but protected, out of sight out of mind as people would say. Others saw him as a legend, an icon, something to be worshiped afar when convenient but cursed when he shows any signs of weakness. No child should have to have such a burden. Dumbledore simply saw him as another piece in his many chess games (and he had seen the men's chess games, both on the board and in real life.) Perhaps he did care for Harry, even love him like a grandson, but Dumbledore would not hesitate to sacrifice him to save the Wizarding World. After all, what was the life of one child against the fate of the entire Wizarding World?

And it was all to have him face a man believed to be dead but had somehow defied Death herself.

To be quite honest, Dumbledore was not completely wrong about the dark lord not being dead. There were ways to resurrect oneself from death if done right. The rituals were normally obscure or lost from time, but Voldemort was very knowledgeable in ancient magic from his travels. If anyone would find a spell to keep him on earth long enough to be reborn, it would be him.

But enough about the Wizarding world, he should be focused on his master's words.

"Is there more, Master? You seem so troubled." He looked at the old man in concern, a man that he loved like a father. It was because of the old man that he had given up his chance for a normal life and became the Sorcerer Supreme when he was first came in the Monastery and had met what would be his bitterest rival yet. That rival had been Mordo, who wanted to use his powers for selfish reason rather than to protect it from dimensions that would love to claim earth for themselves. At the time, Stephen had only cared for himself and just wanted to have his hands back to fully functional. But when he learned that the Baron planned to kill the Ancient one; Strange, for the first time, actually cared about someone else instead of his own life. Since Mordo had cursed him with silence to prevent him from warning of the deception, he instead decided to learn the ancient art of black magic to protect the old man when Mordo would dare make his move. Imagine his surprise when he learned that the Ancient One knew of the deception all along to teach both a lesson.

Not that he regretted taking the status as Sorcerer Supreme.

"Master, what ails you? Does it have anything to do with the situation at hand?" he implored.

The Ancient one knew he could not be silent on the information his servants had picked up from their own magical sources. Strange needed to know the danger the boy was in.

"I sense the forces of Mordo. He is determined to also find Harry first and have him destroyed. You must stop him before he finds the boy." He warned with a hard-steel glint his eyes. Dr. Strange was both shocked and worried when his main enemy was mentioned.

Baron Mordo, the former student of the Ancient one and one of the candidates of Sorcerer Supreme, was also looking for Harry? This was indeed tragic news. The evil one was power-hungry and paranoid to any that may have more power than him. Mordo had never worried about Wizarding children before because wizards, (most of them) did not have enough power or understanding of sorcery to qualify as a Sorcerer, let alone be a threat in his everlasting quest to becoming Sorcerer Supreme. Not even Dumbledore had ever qualified for Sorcerer Supreme despite his power due to his ignorance of black magic. Unfortunately, Harry had gained Mordo's attention. Mordo cared not about the orphan or how his powers were activated. All he cared about was that there was a threat in taking his destiny as Sorcerer Supreme away. Which meant that Harry would have not one, but two evil magical beings after him.

That poor boy could not catch a break, can he?

"Then I will seek out Harry before them ever and see to it that he is safe. You could contact the forces of magic or even magic herself, we may be able to find him before any evil befalls him. Surely we can count on their help." Strange was now begging to know where he was and was willing to go to any resource for him. The Ancient One wondered if it was such a good idea to contact such a higher force for something so trivial. The higher beings had better things to do then search for a child for them.

But then, considering the upset in the balance, they may have felt it too. Poor Stephen, he did not realize that forces beyond even his control were at play.

The Ancient one closed his eyes and meditated, speaking to forces. He seemed to be in a meditative form and hovering a few feet higher. Suddenly, he stopped and tensed. Now to the untrained eye, most people would not notice a thing about that, but to the student, Stephen strange knew something had shocked his master. Whatever that may be, it would either be good or bad, but either way, it involved Harry.

"Master…."

The old man spoke as his eyes flew open. "Harry Potter is no longer of this earth; he is with his father."

Stephen felt his heart break, the fact that the prophecy was now broken was an afterthought. He was more upset of the fact that a six year old boy was dead. He had failed his friend, and the child was now lost to him, dead to the world. Noticing his student's expression, the Ancient one took pity on him.

"Harry Potter is alive and happy." The Ancient one smiled mysteriously. He tried not to chuckle on the gobsmacked look on his student's face. It was these little pleasures like that that he lived for these days.

"How?" He all but shouted. How could Harry be with a man that has been dead for nearly five years?

"He was sent away to find his father, who had taken him in. Harry is now back in his true home with his true family." The small image he had seen of a tucked away Harry in a bed room had softened even the Ancient One's heart.

"So James is alive." He was not sure how he felt about that. The only happiness he felt was that Harry at least had one adult that loved him. But James...

Dr. Strange sighed heavily as he thought of the arrogant, volatile, not to mention annoying wizard. He didn't hate James Potter, but he did rub him off the wrong way. James reminded him of someone, but he never could put his finger over it. It seemed to be that a magic force was preventing him from seeing him for what he was, even the eye of Agamatto. James was convinced that he was going to take Lily away from him and he always got in his way whenever he spoke to Lily. While Lily was indeed an amazing woman, Stephen was not the kind of man who would steal from husbands. Besides, he had still been dating Clea, his now wife, at the time.

What a minute….

"Wait, James is alive? What of Lily?" He hoped that the woman that he had wished to be his friend was alive. Talent like Lily deserved to live and flourish.

"James is indeed alive, but he is not the same James you know. As for Lily..." He closed his eyes again as he concentrated. He stiffened once again and opened his eyes. This time, his shock was that much noticeable.

"I do not know. I do not sense her spirit in either realm of the dead nor on earth. I believe that she is hiding, but where?" He was confused. As far as he knew, Lily was dead, but she had not crossed over and yet she was not a ghost. Where did she go?

"You do not know? What of the forces of magic, do they know? What of Magic Herself?" he asked desperately, hoping his friend was still alive.

"She is bubbling with laughter but would not answer me." The Ancient one frowned. Magic was rarely amused these days, but She seemed to find this entire mess funny. Still, Magic was a gift to them and She cherished her children. Obviously whatever had happened could not be too bad if she was amused. Which is what he voiced out loud to the annoyed former surgeon.

'Well, I do not. I must find Harry before the forces of Darkness do.' He thought as Mordo and Dr. Doom were the first two that came to mind. He could already imagine how terrified Harry must be feeling right now, lost and all alone with no one to care if he lived or died.

He was wrong, of course.

OoooOoooO

Back in Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was currently suffering the worst year of his life. Just when he thought that the disappearance of Harry Potter and the threat of the sorcerer supreme was bad enough, but when word reached the public on what happened to their hero, that was when things got bad. He had received several visits from the Minister's office with demands to know what was going on and how this could have happened. The wards in the Ministry were powered up when the howlers came in, from the fans of Harry Potter, the former dorm mates and friends of James and Lily whom shouted on how Harry should have gone to a proper wizard family. The Ministry were in a crisis trying to explain itself to the public!

Not that he hadn't received howlers himself; as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, he should have overseen the proper placement of the boy. Dumbledore felt agitated about all this. With all the Death Eaters whom had bribed themselves out of Azkaban, he knew that they would all be demanding custody of Harry Potter. So he felt justified in leaving Harry with the Dursleys. At least the Dursleys kept him safe like he had told them to in his letter.

As the leader of the Order of Phoenix, he received multiple Howlers, all from one Molly Weasley; whose howlers have rendered him temporarily deaf. She had gone into a roll on how Harry Potter should have been kept protected from the likes of the Dursleys, how he would have been better off with any Wizard family, and how he would have been safer with the Malfoys then those ruddy Dursleys. No amount of words could fix what he could with her as she refused to speak to him unless it involved her children's schooling.

He had lost all the Weasleys as well. At first, the Weasleys did not believe that he would do something so irresponsable and had assumed that the Prophet had been wrong about the whole thing. Unfortunately, Minerva had spoken to them during one of their tea and had confirmed that everything they heard was true, even the ones they thought had been an exaggeration or lie. Needless to say, while Molly had been vocal, Arthur had been simmering in rage. He had a son Harry's age and a daughter a year younger. He could not imagine that sort of thing happening to them should he and Molly suddenly expire. It made Dumbledore fearful, considering the temper of the man if angered enough. The reason the children were still in the school was because it was the only school they could afford and other countries with a price range close were in different language or not exactly xenophile.

Then there was the staff.

Hagrid was also disappointed in him, Flitwick was incensed that the son of his favorite student had been treated in such a manner, McGonagall started to show more of her animagus traits, hissing at him more and more. He was certainly glad that she did not have claws and fangs to go with that behaviour. Professor Trelawney was making predictions claiming that the rage of the heavens was upon him and they now had an enemy in the form of a child, (She has obviously been in the wine cellar again.) Professor Sprout lost her friendly nature and gave him a cold glance whenever in the room. Madame Pomfrey had even given him a book on the consequences of ritualistic abuse on both the body and mind, reminding him of another former certain student who went through such a thing.

The only one that was not upset by this was Severus Snape. Not for the first time, he had wondered if he had been sincere of changing sides, even with the unbreakable vow. But it did not take long for him to figure it out why he was not too bothered by this. He honestly still believed that Harry Potter would still be like his father.

He was still loyal to the cause and would do anything to insure that Voldemort would stay dead, but that did not mean he liked or cared for either Potters, even when one was dead and the other did not even know him. To him, they had both ruined his life.

The Potion Master blamed James for taking Lily away from him and marrying her despite the fact that Lily had been his best friend and she had never tolerated James' bullying. But he blamed Harry for just being born. Because to Snape; if Harry had never been born, then Lily would never have died. Voldemort would never have paid too much attention to Lily if Lily never gave birth at the end of July and he would have just gone straight to the Longbottoms instead. As far as he was concerned, it was "Potter's fault" that Lily hated him and "Potter's fault" that she was dead. (3)

Illogical to blame a boy for being born? Yes, it was. But Snape had a part to play and it was important that he play it in the end. But as long as Harry, his key player was missing, that would not even matter. He was sure that once Harry entered Hogwarts, he might show characteristics that reminded him of Lily. They already shared similar backgrounds and were both half bloods. Once more common ground was shown, perhaps Snape will see that Lily lived on in Harry and he would stop holding on to that old school grudge.

Fawkes rolled his eyes; didn't anyone ever tell the man that familiarity breeds contempt?

So Dumbledore had to find Harry and perhaps after returning him to the Dursleys he would see if he could cast a few spells to make them more docile. Once done, he will do everything he could to make up for what had happened to Harry once he returned to school. When he would return, he would see to it that Occlumency lessons or perhaps private potions lab would be available so that the two may be used to each other as well as to prevent any tempering with the young boy's mind. This will also guarantee that whatever had been done to Harry will be removed, he could not be influenced by any outsider when there might be a war coming.

They'll like each other, or at least tolerate each other for the Greater Good.

Dumbledore looked at the latest Prophet and frowned. Apparently, they were declaring that Harry Potter may be dead after two weeks of searching. He snorted. Harry's name had been on his list since the day he was born. If he had been dead, it would have faded away. Besides, his trinkets were showing that Harry was alive and in no immediate danger.

In fact, it showed that Harry was very happy.

Anyway, He'll have to sort this out soon about Harry's death, but for now, he had to go to the Ministry and the ICW as they wished to talk to him. Of course, he had nothing to worry about being discovered as the one that sent harry to the Dursleys. He had no witnesses except Minerva and Hagrid, who reluctantly won't say a word about that night as they had both had taken an unbreakable vow to never reveal what had happened that night, a security measure to insure no one knew of Harry's location. The Sorcerer Supreme won't be there to fight him on this as he wanted little to do with their Government as possible. Thank Merlin for that!

The Sorcerer's Guild jobs were there to make sure that magic was still protected as a whole, strong and isolated from the dangerous Muggle world. As a rule, they did not make it their business to interfere on how the governments are run unless it affected either the Guild or the Wizarding world as a whole, or even more importantly, it affected magic. The life of one small boy should be no reason for them to interfere, even if he did garner their attention. It helped that Stephen Strange made it a habit to stay away from them unless he completely had no choice, due to his distaste in their behavior. But if they felt that the society as a whole became a danger, they would get involved, much to everyone's consternation.

Normally, the Sorcerers had a habit of making them feel magically inadequate as they were not restraint by wands and also capable of feats that would wizards most of their lives to achieve. It was enough to make anyone jealous because Magic seemed to favor them so much. Also people who had that kind of power and their own governments had no control over them still made many of them nervous. So even if they go involved, Dumbledore knew that they would make things difficult for them.

So he had nothing to fear from them.

So the head of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the ICW was prepared to go out and ease their world before they did something that may attract the attentions of not just Muggles, but the Super heroes and villains around the world. (He hoped the Dursleys took his advice and stayed home, those blood wards were the only thing keeping then safe. Many wizards and witches were out for their blood, as well as the more violent superheroes.)

Announcing that Harry was alive could wait a few days. What could happen?

OoooOoooO

Deep in the country sat a small lodge. To Muggles, it was abandoned and uninteresting, although many claim it is haunted. To the Wizards, it was another summer house that was owned by the Lupin family whenever they wished to go on a Holiday.

To Remus Lupin, it was his own private hell.

The man that was in his twenties but looked in his forties sat on the floor of his makeshift cell whose Door bars were melted from silver to create a barred door to prevent him from escaping. Of course, if he threw himself on the bars, he would be badly burned, but he didn't care anymore that he would seriously hurt himself.

Remus was a man that had lost so much in both the war and his life. He had always believed he was born on a bad star. The first sign of it was when he was bitten by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, who bit him when he was barely out of his toddler years. All because he felt that his father offended him somehow. Not that Remus blamed his father as he knew that Fenrir never needed a reason to infect small children with his curse.

In most cases of werewolf attacks, the more panic-stricken or fanatical wizards would have had the child put down, especially after having to report it to the Ministry, (as it is the law to inform the Ministry of any dangerous creature in their possession.) The traditional yet common sensed ones understand that it is not the child's fault for being bitten and that only the heartless of parents would have their child killed. It was lucky for him that his parents, Lord John Lupin and Lady Mary Lupin were the other latter and loved their son dearly, so much that they dedicated their lives in looking for a cure.

Unfortunately, the rest of the family were not pleased. Oh sure, they considered themselves opened minded and tolerated his Muggle-born mother, but werewolves were different, they were wild animals and beasts that needed to be put down. Only the shame of having one in the family stopped them from revealing him to the public. But they had made it clear that he was not wanted and if not for his parents defending him, he would have been long forgotten.

Aside from his parents, there were his friends that he loved like brothers that accepted him.

James, Sirius and Peter. Together, they were the Marauders and the most popular pranksters in Hogwarts. When he had entered Hogwarts, he had been convinced that he would be alone and had resigned himself to that. But James had been a stubborn bloke while Black was volatile and equally stubborn. As they became friends, they later met a mousey-haired chubby first year named Peter Pettigrew, who hero-worshipped them from afar and asked to be friends. Remus had allowed the illusion of friendship at first until the full moon started to approach. Thanks to Dumbledore (the only one who knew his secret at the time,), The old servant shack (Later known as the shrieking shack due to his screams) was ideal for his transformation when he was locked up. However, what he had not counted on was James and the others to figure it out themselves due to him leaving on full-moons as well as the fact that he always leaves when the Shrieking Shack was the loudest yet at night. Needless to say, James had confronted him one morning when he came to.

Remus had told him the whole story, though he was sure that he would lose the only friends he ever had. When he was done, he tearfully looked at his soon to be former friends and expected hate-filled glares, the smell of fear and spiteful words.

There was no scorn or hate in his eyes, in fact, James had sniffled sadly and hugged him, saying that he wasn't a monster just because he turned into a drooling mongrel that was in need of a belly rub and a flea bath (there, he glared at James.) Sirius, seeing how accepting James was and remembering how great a friend Mooney was, had thrown his notions away and patted his arms. Peter looked frightened at first before he smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, though he was a good distance from him for a while.

James had the idea of transforming into animals so they could play with Mooney during their second years. It took years, but they had learned to make animals of themselves. For some reason, the sight of his friends in animal forms rendered his humanity back and instead of attacking like wild animal, he and the others would play in the forbidden forest together. One would think that seeing these animals would have had him try all the more to eat him. Remus never thought much of it and was just happy that he could control himself when he was a werewolf. But that wasn't all! Over the years, while practicing their animagus form, he and his friends would also create their own spells, their own enchantments and many other surprises such as the two way mirror and the Marauder's Map. What made them happy was because he and James thought it up before the others would also help. The map was mostly James' idea as he was getting sick and tired of Filch or McGonagall catching them, even when he had his cloak of invisibility; while he did all the research for it. The map had been their crown achievement and had saved their necks many times when they were almost caught by Mrs. Norris in either sneaking out for a midnight snack or readying a prank. Despite the cloak of invisibility, she could still smell them.

Despite the fact that they were all talented in magic and had pooled in their own family magic to make every one of their spells possible, they knew it would not have been possible without James. James was smart, the brains and leader behind the whole gang. It was because of him that he planned the map, their animagus training and even managed to create their own two way mirror so they always knew where the other was.

Despite practically being the reincarnation of Gryffindor, James, Head boy of Hogwarts, was the smartest bloke in school as well as just as cunning as a Slytherin.

That is when he wasn't distracted by Lily.

Remus smiled sadly as he remembered the little red haired girl that had also become part of their lives. Lily had been understanding of his condition and reminded him of his mother with her inquisitive nature. Even after Hogwarts, she was always learning, be it magic or Muggle. She had even gone to Muggle University in the states to better understand the world around her and educate herself further. (Poor James had made a spectacle of himself by grabbing her ankles and begging her to not leave as she dragged him across the airport.) She promised to find a cure for him during her travels.

But even without a cure, Remus had been happy to be included in anything rather then turned away. Life was good, he had friends, family and a future.

Then came that Halloween of 1981...

It was the worst for him as he had found himself jobless and many people were testing others for the lycanthropy due to the high rise of were-wolves. People were more suspicious and close-minded than ever with all the Death Eater attacks as well as the were-wolf attacks.

He did not wish to worry his friend as they had problems of their own, what with James and Lily in hiding and Sirius acting as Secret Keeper. Later, Dumbledore explained that the reason he was never told of the 'Fidelius charm' plan or who the secret keeper was because they had suspected he was a traitor! Him, Remus! He would never work for the likes of Fenrir no matter how starved or pathetic he was! Even the wolf part of him hated Fenrir and would like nothing more than to eat him up and become Alpha. Besides, the Marauders were his pack, and wolves always placed their pack first. Just as he had come first with his friends.

Or so he thought.

There was only one time he had been betrayed by his secret and that had been when Black (He growled at the thought of the traitor.) had sent Snape his way as an idea of a prank. Had it not been for James, he would not only have accidentally killed someone, but he would have been killed off because of it.

The thing that bothered him is that James had not been in Animagus form; otherwise he would have remembered what happened. What was even more eerie was how the wolf felt after seeing James for the first time. For some odd reason, the wolf had been very uneasy, as if James was an Alpha. (4)

But he was getting off subject. James was dead, and it was the traitor's fault.

Sirius was the spy for Voldemort the whole time, even he had been fooled by the turncoat, despite the man's family affiliation. James and Lily were dead as well as Poor Peter, who died to buy Aurors the time to capture Black. Peter, who had tried to be a hero, attempted to face Black all by himself when he learned of the betrayed James and Lily. It had been a full moon the night before and he had not heard about it until two days later. He had been that weak from the transformation. Losing all his friends and family had pushed him near the edge, the full moon that came nearly had killed him, the wolf was filled with so much anger and self-loathing from losing his pack as well as frustrated with no victims to take it out on, that Remus was positive that had it not been for Dumbledore checking in on him, he would have died from his wounds.

He had heard rumors of a potion being made from were-wolves (Ironically, it was also created by Severus Snape.) Sadly, it proved to be expensive. His only hope for getting any food and clothing would be from James' will. James had sworn him in as a brother and had even told him that he left him a part of the fortune for him and a home in Potter Manor. While the money would have been nice, he still would have preferred James alive and laughing. That Manor would be filled with so many memories of his time there with James and Black and Peter. Back when they were innocent kids and the war was furthers from their minds. He had waited for the letter to arrive.

The letter never came.

Remus sobbed on his knees. He had been forgotten again and left out, just like he thought he would. All his friends were gone, his family still wanted nothing to do with him, and he could not get a job as he feared someone would learn of his werewolf status. In fact, they were coming down hard on them after the war. After what Fenrir had done during the rise of Voldemort, he knew that the wolves would pay for it, especially parents who had lost young children to the monster that had bit him. Many of the more peaceful werewolves who only wanted to be left alone had been killed, even those who had sanctuaries. Some of those sanctuaries in Britain had been destroyed.

As if that had not been bad enough, his so-called family from his father's side came back to inform him on how things will be from now on. With his father and mother dead, he would have been the new head of the house of Lupin, but they blackmailed him in surrendering the headship before sending him on his way. He leaves them alone; they don't tell the world his secret. So he was broke and alone.

And Harry, his cub, his Prongslet and the last link to James, was ...gone.

Bombarded by his memories, Remus choked as more tears fell. Harry was gone and he had no one to blame but himself. He had been abused and attacked and nothing was done to the poor boy, the world went mad when he disappeared. When he had approached that neighborhood to check on him, he was devastated to see the damages and whom they attracted. It was even worse when the Thunder god denounced them and claimed they were unworthy of protecting Harry. And he was right! They were unworthy! He was unworthy! Harry was missing and there was still no sign of him. Reports also showed that the Muggles and mutants hadn't found him either despite their high-tech or their superior trackers such as that Wolverine fellow that kept setting off his wolf senses. The Order had informed him that no signs of him were shown and they were losing hope.

Which left only one possibility: Harry Potter was dead.

The Wolf in him, Mooney, was now in turmoil. His pack, his cub; all gone. There was no reason to continue on. The wolf had failed his pack, two were dead and the other was a traitor and the small little pup that he saw as his own was lost forever. Remus knew that Mooney would make him pay for this.

Mooney, when transformed, would often attack himself in frustration. Normally, that was expected when you lock up a were-wolf. According to Lily's psychological theory, that was because the feelings within from the human side invoked that. Their rage and violence and need for blood were tempered if near familiar faces or loved ones. Those that lock themselves up were ones that truly hated themselves for being monsters which caused them to bring onto them self-inflicted wounds.

However, Remus' self-loathing was so powerful that it infected his mind that he was a monster that harmed his pack and loved ones. So what did wolves do to threats of loved ones and pack?

They killed them.

Remus knew that the next full moon would destroy him for sure. But he welcomed death this time. Because as far as he was concerned, it should have been he who died instead of Peter.

OoooOoooO

If you were to ask about what Azkaban was like Sirius would say it wasn't the Ritz. If he could he'd get out, but that wasn't an option.

The most hated prisoner in Azkaban, Sirius Black, was lying on the ground and shivering from both the cold and lack of nutritious food. He had suffered from the worst cold and the food here was becoming less and less to a point where he was sure they were starving him to death. He should have cared, he should have been angry at this treatment. After all, he may be a prisoner, but he was not some animal to mistreat.

But he did not care, not anymore. He was too guilty and wretched of his life to care of his own fate.

This all started because of a bright idea of his to change secret keepers while he drew the Death Eaters away. It was also perfect to protect both the Potter family as well as Peter. They'll ignore him to focus on him. While he was leading the Death Eaters on a wild goose chase, Pettigrew and the Potters were safe.

Except that Pettigrew was a Death Eater since he left Hogwarts. The man had actually been working with the scum of the Wizarding world and practicing dark arts just so he could be on the winning side and have power. How many people and order members were killed while Peter was in the order meetings as well? How could that rat keep such a jovial expression when he went to the Potter manor for dinners or spent their time together when they had fun and exchanged stories in Tom's bar? Was Pettigrew ever their friend? If he was, when did he stop?

In any case, he didn't care for any excuses. James and Lily were dead because of him as well as thirteen Muggles that he killed. And he killed them not to make his escape, but to spite him on how he couldn't protect anyone. How far did the former marauder fall?

After he was arrested and knocked out, he expected to be in court and tried with Veritaserum. Instead, when he came to, he was in Azkaban. At first, he waited to see if they were just leaving him there until the court date. But when a week passed, he called for a guard, a rather scruffy and sullen one. It seemed that 'evidence' was so ironclad that a court wasn't even bothered. Sirius was given a lifetime sentence, by Crouch himself. He knew Crouch always hated him because of his former family, but the man who had worked alongside with Charlus Potter in the old days, would have remembered that he was a Potter, even not by name.

Merlin's sake, he didn't even have a dark mark. The tattoo he had hardly qualified as a dark mark.

Looking at his right arm, he saw a rune-tattoo that represented home; it was the only link he had left of Lily. Lily had created a rune-tatooed portkey that was similar to the one Voldemort used on his cattle. The runes kept them in contact to one another, allowed them to borrow either a few recent memories to work within their investigations or sometimes allowed them to port to them when they are in danger. (Unless wards prevented them.) But most of all, the rune tattoo would act as an emergency portkey if their lives were in danger. When their life signs went down, it would immediately send them to Potter Manor, where the House elves or Lily would be there to mend them back to normally.

Unfortunately, Azkaban had powerful wards similar to the ones in Hogwarts, otherwise he would have been sent to Potter Manor hours after being sent to Azkaban.

Sirius started shaking as the coughing fits returned. His sides heaved with pain as his body had taken never been properly healed and he was suffering from malnutrition. Sirius knew he was coming to an end. The Dementors were coming and he was not healthy enough to fight off the effects completely.

But he did not want to die, not because of the fact he feared death. Ever since he lost his brother, he had been a shadow of his former self. The only thing that kept him safe from the Dementors had been the fact that he was innocent, something that the Dementors did not like. The second thing was Harry's safety which was what was keeping him from losing hope.

In fact, it was the very boy that was keeping his madness away from him. The Blacks suffered from a very common ailment in the family due to the constant need of interfamily marriage and continued practice of the dark arts.

Madness. (5)

It was a very common problem in some families, but it was frightfully obvious in the Black Family, whose very Motto was Toujours Pur in their bloodlines. The madness caused them to behave sadistically to others, find a need to instigate fights and an unlimited amount of rage no matter the target. In fact, their rage and hate often drove them insane.

Combined that with their continued practice of the dark arts which required feelings of hate and rage and you had as Lily once said, Walking Time-bombs.

Most people believed that he and a few of his cousins had been lucky and were lucid. They thought that he, Andromeda and Narcissa had escaped the madness and were completely sane. They were wrong. They all had it; it just came and went randomly. One minute they were as lucid as everyone else and the next they were worse than a Nemean Lion.

Andromeda was normally dignified with a dry humor and she was very intelligent. But Merlin help you if you got her mad. If you were ever stupid enough to get her riled up, she can prove to you once and for all that she was a Black. Narcissa hid hers with a mask of ice, though they would crack every so often. Rumor had it that during the pregnancy, Lucius Malfoy locked himself in an Unplottable house as far away from his wife's mood swings as possible.

And Bellatrix did not suffer from the madness, she enjoyed every moment of it.

Even he was no exception. Sure his friends often made cracks that he was a bit touched in the head, but truth be told, he really was crazy on some occasion. He did not want to believe that he was nothing like his family or that he was as insane as his mother, who by his first year, got worse in her treatment of him due to being in Gryffindor. But there were days when the black madness would cloud his mind and he would do the most horrible things to people.

Like almost feed a student to a werewolf.

Sirius released several dry coughs. It had been a bad time; when Regulus had mocked him about the deaths of Prewett brothers, whom he had looked up to as a firstie. They had been close friends of his, though not as close as James. And the look of devastation on Molly's face had broken his heart. Many of the Slytherins did not even bother to hide their pompous smirk or mockingly give their condolences to Molly, who had all of Gryffindor comforting her, including one Arthur Weasley. The worst thing was that while everyone knew who did it, no charges were made. The Prewetts were vocal against the dark lord and had even joined the Order of Phoenix in order to help the fight. But after two years of fighting, they had been caught. Their bodies had been delivered to the Prewett family house in several pieces. Poor Molly had been the first to open them.

Needless to say, he had been in a foul mood, so for the sake of his friends, he made himself scarce.

Snape chose a bad time to bother him that day. The slime ball had been in a rather annoying state for the last two months ever since he called Lily a Mudblood and effectively ended that friendship, blaming them for it. (Sirius snorted; they may have been picking on him, but they did not force the snake to call Lily Evans, his childhood friend and defender, a mudblood.). The git was determined to find out what they were up to and then finally get them expelled. Of course, the moron was not being cunning about it and it was quite obvious what he was doing. (Despite being a Gryffindor, Sirius did know how to be a proper snake. He was raised in that snake pit he affectionately called his home, after all.)

Of course, he had told him to go see for himself; even gave him the time and place of when they would be there. It was a full moon that night and the chains that normally kept Remus in place had suddenly gotten loose. Now how did that happen? He honest to goodness did not have anything to do with that? (It would be years later, he would remember that it was Pettigrew's turn to put the chains on Remus.)

Sirius sighed. It had been terrible of him to do that, but how was he to know that Snape would actually take him seriously and go there? Even first years knew better than to take anything he says at face-value. He never would have thought of Snape as Naive. The man had gone to school with them for years, why did he choose that day to trust him and not suspect a trap?

It had been one of his worst memories that he suffered the most when the Dementors came by. On that day, James had grabbed him and called him a traitor and other terrible names while punching him. Not only did he almost kill someone, even if it was Snape, but his worst offense was he almost killed Remus. If Snape's death was investigated, they would know there was a werewolf as a student in Hogwarts. It would only be a matter before they would discover Remus and then have him put down. James had shouted that he hated him and had effectively cut their friendship.

It had been the worst day of his life.

Sirius then became a pariah for a few months to James, though Remus and Peter forgave him. James would not speak to him and when the time of Christmas came, James forbade him from ever coming to the Potter Manor. He could spend his Christmas with his family instead.

Unfortunately, that had been the holiday when his mother insisted he take the mark.

At first, Sirius had hoped to delay this and buy more time. He did not want to join Snake face's death nibbler squad and he saw no nobility and killing off unsuspecting Muggles and Muggleborns. But when she had cornered him and had nowhere else to go for help, He had refused outright and Walburga showed that being her son did not matter when it came to her beliefs in bloodlines and had done the unthinkable: She took him to the Basement.

The Black basement was the torture room. There were spells and enchanted objects so dark that even most dark families would shy away from them. Most of what he was done disgusted most of the Blacks except Bellatrix, who practically played in that room as a child. Sirius had then found himself chained up at a wall while his mother used every instrument, every torture spell, and every single insult to break him.

His mother continuously used the knives, ball-bearings and other weapons to show him the error of his way for the past three days had left his body a roadmap of pain and suffering. It got worse when she would have the other members of the family to come and help. Regulus took no pleasure in torturing him, but it was clear that he wouldn't stop anytime soon just so he wouldn't end up with him.

He always was a coward. Had the situation been reversed, he would have fought tooth and nail for his younger brother.

After several days of torture with no food or water, He had escaped. He had escaped by Regulus, who freed him not out of any loyalty, but over the fact that he feared that should a scandal like this get out, it would affect his chances of being Minister of Magic one day and truly changing the magical world. Besides, he being gone meant that he would be the new heir to the Black headship. Regulus had even ordered Kreacher to secrecy so that the Elf would not tell his mother, (his parents had ordered Kreacher not to take orders from the older Black son.)

Sirius had run that night. He ran in his bloody clothes and weak malnourished body and broken form, he ran as far from that house as possible. He ran until his poor body gave it. When it did, he had found that his feet and panicked state led him to the Potter property. Sirius knew James hated him, and most likely would turn him away, but he prayed and prayed that James would at least him see him one last time. He had been afraid of dying alone in the snow, cold and friendless.

It was a miracle that James had found him while testing out his new broom in the Potter forest. Of course, Charlus did not know James had snuck out and was flying around in the dead of night. Sirius remembered running to him screaming as loud as he could for help. He then collapsed on the ground not too far from where James was flying.

Landing near the ground, James had looked down and grew concerned at the large amount of blood seeping in the snow. As he turned the body to heal him with his wand, Sirius saw James' face go from confused to horrified then to screaming as took in the damage he had been in.

"James... help... mummy is angry with me..." He wheezed as misty blood breath appeared on the snow. Darn, what happened to his lungs, why did breathing suddenly become difficult?

He had blacked out before he could see James go into a state of hysteria.

Sirius did not remember much after that, but St. Mungo's had been out of the question as Dorea knew the Blacks sent contributions there and would pay someone to kill him in his state. That or Death Eaters disguised as healers. Charlus had to mend him himself, using a great deal of Potter magic and calling in favors to get the potions he needed without suspicion. He had later learned that James refused to leave his side and would hold him down whenever he would go into seizure.

Out of reflex, Sirius focused on his happy memory to stave off the Dementor's effect. He closed his eyes as he remembered what had happened that led to the happiest moments of his life.

OoooOoooO

At first, he had been surrounded by darkness. He couldn't even see his hands and all he felt was numbness. It was quiet too, as if he were deaf. Only the sound of his heartbeat, which getting louder and louder could be heard. Was this the realm of shadows, had he truly reached the end of his life? If so, then he was ready. He had been a terrible person and he knew that he deserved a lot of things in his life. Let the shadows consume him, and if he was reincarnated, he hoped he would grow in a family similar to the Potters, he might turn out better.

His only regret was that he would never see James again.

Sirius waited in the darkness as he hoped something would happen. Or was he trapped in this dark world, forever surrounded by nothing with any voice to distract him, no human warmth, no love...

"Sirius..."

Then he heard it! A sad, tearful voice! Calling to him, shouting at him, pleading to him to wake up. But wasn't he awake?

"You can't die!" It sobbed, now he knew he heard that voice before.

James?

"You can't. No. Please!" More sobbing followed.

"Wake up!" He wailed and Sirius felt warm, like he was being held. His neck suddenly felt wet with hot liquid. Was James crying?

"PLEASE!" This time the voice was in his ear and now he knew that James was weeping on his neck.

James! Where was he?

"Don't die on me! Please!" the grip around him tightened.

That was James! Was he hallucinating? Was this some form of new torture from his mother? Was he in Hell? James actually sounded broken. Did that mean he missed him?

"Please wake up, Sirius! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I don't hate you! I never did! Please wake up! Please don't die!" Sirius was shocked. The voice was quivering, cracking and in danger of going to hysterics again. James sounded like he was losing his mind with grief. But for him? Didn't he hate him?

Apparently not. Now feeling was returning to his body. It felt like he was being held in someone's arms.

James had then gone into a series of promises, such as adopting him in the Potter family, keeping him away from the Blacks, promises to never abandon him again, all this and more if he would just please wake up! Sirius almost didn't woken up convinced that it was a dream and it will go away if he woke up. But soon, he felt his consciousness return and his eyes opened to seen a crying James clutching him chest to chest, lying on the same bed, which looked like James' room.

"James?" He whispered as he looked at his brother. Was this a dream? Did he have his family back?

James shot up and his head turned up so fast he knew he would get whiplash.

"Padfoot?" He gasped as he looked at Sirius, hoping he wasn't dreaming. Sirius took a look at James and did not like what he saw. James hadn't been sleeping well, judging from the dark circles n his eyes. His body showed signs of no food or water and even showering. His clothes were the ones he wore six days ago and His face was a mask of despair, but the sight of Sirius awake caused him to crack a truly happy smile.

"Padfoot! Bloody hell!" he sobbed as he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's frame. Sirius was very disturbed by this. James never cried this much. The only time he had come close was when Lily, after ending her friendship with Snape, had slapped him and tearfully yelled at him for ruining her life.

"Thought you hated me." He whispered as he attentively hugged James back. He regretted saying that as it set James off again.

"No...No! NO! I don't! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it! I didn't know, I swear on my magic, I didn't know. I had no idea. I didn't know they did this to you and ... Merlin, you were also cursed with madness! And... and... mum mentioned the basement that the head family kept to torture enemies and Muggle prisoners... She also said you had it...They did that to you! You were her son!"

" 'Bout what?" He rasped, still disoriented from his near death. "What do I have?"

James looked up with large doe-like eyes. "The Black curse."

Sirius looked at him. "You know?"

"Yeah, I know about it, mum has it." James sighed.

Sirius looked stunned. Sweet gentle yet stern motherly Dorea had the curse?

"Mum does suffer from Black madness but only when she's really angry. I've seen her get angry." He shuddered. "Not pretty, especially from what dad told me on what she did to Uncle Pollex when he questioned her on marrying Dad, despite the Head accepting the Dowry."

Sirius heard rumors about Grandpa Pollux from his mother's side go to pieces the other day after talking to Dorea. To this day, the man still fears her.

"So... you really were.. you know... not thinking straight?"

Sirius sighed. "The Black curse is rage and madness like no other, James. Not to mention having parents like Orion and Walgurba can really destroy you." Sirius looked up. "Sometimes it's really hard for me to know what is right and wrong. Other times, all I see is red and don't even remember what I said or did. I know killing people just because of how they are born is wrong and stupid. I know that torturing is wrong. But I grew up a Black. I had to do a lot of things in my family. Even Andromeda isn't innocent." He sighed deeply, though it hurt his chest. "When I get angry, it's ugly. Reason, thought and any cunning I have goes out the window. I do things I would never do on any circumstances. Like betray Mooney." He felt his eyes sting as tears formed.

He painfully sat up and looked at the tear-stained face of his best friend.

"You know that had I been in my right mind I would never betray Mooney like that. I would also never kill anyone, even if it was Sni... Snape."

"I know that now." James sat up and smoothed his messier then usual hair.

"I'm sorry, James. I would never betray the Marauders. Especially not Remus. I was amazed he forgave me for that. I expected him to end our friendship."

"Remus! No way, he's a teddy bear; of course he loves you and always will." He looked down and looked like he was going to cry again. "Again, I'm sorry I said I hated you. I didn't mean it."

"Come on, James, don't cry or you'll get me started." Sirius grinned and ignored the watery build up in his eyes.

"You forgive me?" He looked back at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

The Black heir grinned. "We're brothers, James. We're supposed to forgive each other."

Both boys hugged, happy to have each other again. Both took a deep breath and suddenly had their eyes opened and widened.

"Padfoot?"

"Yeah?"

"You could really use a shower."

"You too."

OoooOoooO

Sirius chuckled ruefully. What had begun to be the worst month of his life would later be the catalyst of the best day of his life! James had hugged him and forgave him for all that happened, promising to be more understanding and to listen to Sirius when he was talking.

Still, James pointed out that he had to try harder to keep himself under control.

It got even better when Charlus and Dorea made the scene.

OoooOoooO

"You gave us quite a scare, Sirius; especially to James. He would not leave your side for days, not even to eat." Charlus chuckled at the edge of the dinner table. Sirius was finally healthy enough to move and sit with them. James was sitting next to Sirius to make sure he was eating.

James smiled and rubbed the back of his head as he chewed on his breakfast, which was filled with sausages, eggs, pancakes and bacon.

Tippy the house elf kept on giving the boys fourth and fifth helping; determined to make them make up any lost meals. They didn't dare turn her down, not with the look she was sending them.

"In fact, he wouldn't eat unless you woke up." Dorea smiled softly, as tears were in her eyes. She almost lost not one but two sons. Damn her family to hell for this!

"Now, as to what we're going to do..." Charlus was interrupted by his protective son.

"He's not going back." James stated in a voice that brook no argument.

"Of course not, that is the last thing we want. He'll never survive. Those monsters might even arrange for an accident for him. Especially since they have Regulus as the spare heir for that occasion." Charlus frowned at the very thought.

Sirius shuddered. Wouldn't be the first time a Black suffered one to avoid a family shame. So far, at least five in this generation had let it happen because they were either squibs or simply not powerful enough. Many of the Blacks that were too independent and were too strong in magic escaped with their lives but were blown off the family tree by his mother.

"Sirius is staying with us, James. What kind of a person would I be if I sent a boy knowingly to a family that enjoys hurting him?" Charlus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"But what if they force you to take me back?" The thought frightened Sirius to no end. He was sure that this time, his parents mean to kill him.

"NO!" James threw his arms around Sirius as if he was going to be snatched away. "Don't let him dad. I want Sirius here! He can live with us forever.

"James, let your father finish a sentence." Dorea admonished in amusement.

Charlus grinned as he swallowed his oatmeal. "I have enough evidence to really cause trouble. The Ministry won't be able to hide this one or bury it and the Blacks can't get away with it. This will being going to the Chief Editor of the daily Prophet, Hugo Skeeter. Not a pleasant man, but he isn't afraid to print a good story, even if he does use questionable methods." Charlus frowned as he lost all humor in his face. "I spoke to the Blacks not as a wizard or family, but an official member of the Ministry of Magic. I may be a blood traitor to them, but I am a member of the Wizengamot with a few seats and a descendent of the founder of Gryffindor, which still carries a lot of weight here in Britain. I reminded them that there are laws to follow and I made it clear that even if they won a case, their reputation will be tarnished for good on this. A great many of the Wizengamot members happen to be fathers themselves and won't like this."

James and Sirius stared at Lord Potter in awe. He was normally modest about his birthright despite taking the Gryffindor ideals, beliefs and traditions very seriously. For him to throw that back to the Blacks, (who do not have Founder's blood) that meant he was getting serious.

"But I made them a deal. I won't publically destroy them if they gave me one thing."

"What's that?" Both teens asked. Charlus grinned a grin that reminded Sirius of JAmes when he had succeeded in a prank.

"James, meet your new brother." He showed them the official adoption paper as well as Custody forms appear on the table.

For a few moments, neither even breathed a word as they looked at the forms. Then, James and Sirius tackled Charlus in a hug after that. The old man laughed as hugged them both; he figured they'd be happy about this.

"Sirius is my brother, that's brilliant! In fact, he can move in my room." James grinned as he grabbed Sirius' arms.

"No! You two will share a room when I want the manor demolished." Dorea sternly state but her eyes danced with mischief. The two sons of Potter laughed and gave another family hug.

It was the best Christmas ever.

OoooOoooO

Sirius had wondered how the Potters had adopted him and how they managed to not create a scandal. It turns out that Dorea Potter called her grandfather and the true head of the House of Black, Arcturus Black, for the favor. He wasn't surprised that the old man agreed if he recalled him well.

Arcturus hated his entire family, but he hated his son Orion more, so weak-willed that he would let Walberga push him around despite the fact that it was Orion that was the acting head. Arcturus was growing old and found it difficult to get out of bed sometimes, but while Orion may be head, he was still the big chief of the house of Black. So Sirius was not surprised to have learned that his disownment was never made official due to his interference. Not to say that his grandpa was not the stereotypical pureblood, he was an arse in Sirius' opinion.

Arcturus had allowed Andromeda's disownment because she had a marriage contract that she had backed out on and ruined by being pregnant out of wedlock. Not wanting the scandal, not to mention furious of her breaking a contract that she had been made aware of, He had her disowned. The same was said of many others that Walburga blew off. They had all been disowned because they had made the house of Black look bad.

But Sirius may not have been the ideal Black because of his behavior, but he was stubborn, strong in mind and was far more better then the dutiful spoilt son that was Regulus. Oh, Arcturus was a Black, all right. He looked down on Mudbloods and had no respect for blood traitors. But just because he didn't like them, did not mean that he would act like a barbarian and start killing them, especially children. Being a pure blood was more than just blood and magic to him, you had to have class and superiority. How can you have class butchering children and raping woman? How does this prove to anyone that they were better and far more well-bred? Not to mention that while tradition was good, it was wrong to become fanatics about it, otherwise the lessons lose their meanings. (Sirius supposed that was how blood politics were born from the Slytherin's lessons.)

Besides, he was a Black, and they bowed to no one. If you wanted to serve a dark lord, the dark lord must come from the House of Black. Not some outsider with a French name that he has never heard of, who ever heard of the House of Voldemort? And his family had the audacity to bow and be marked like cattle for that man? He wasn't even human, what wizard looked like that mess? It disgusted him that any family of his would fanatically follow that monster.

No, Sirius was not exactly ideal Black, but he was better than the rest of the family of disappointments produced, and he would rather have him as the head of house then those weak spineless insane members of his family.

Arcturus outlived his son (and his sister, brother, his son Orion and his grandson Regulus) out of pure willpower or the stubborn need to spite everyone. Walburga was still alive but had no power without Orion to control or any sons to act through her. He outlived those two and made his last act before dying that Sirius would be reinstated and become the new head of the House of Black by his command.

Sirius snorted as he remembered the letter secretly snuck in from Gringotts of the Will of his grandfather and found out to his shock that he was a Black again and the head of the family due to family politics. Not that he wanted it anyway. He was a Potter now and forever, and had no wish to be a Black again. That name gave him nothing but pain. He had hoped that as a Potter, he would be treated bit better then how Crouch normally treated Death Eaters. After all, he had been an Auror and had always worked side by side the others. Everyone knew that he would never betray James. Everyone knew he would sooner die then betray his brother. Everyone knew they were now brothers in blood as well. And yet, they easily believed him to be guilty. So much so that many of the people that went to Hogwarts with him and shared a dorm had spat on him on their visits and wouldn't even let him explain. People he once fought for and fought alongside had turned their backs on him and called him a murderer and how he was a true Black after all.

Mooney never showed up once to see him. Not even to spit on his face.

Sadly, to Crouch's eyes, he would always be a Black, no matter who adopted him. But one would think the man would at least give him a trial first? As it is, He never even saw the courtroom. Crouch must have really hated him to not even give him one. Either that or someone bribed him to lock him up.

But that didn't matter: James and Lily were dead; Wormtail was off no doubt living it up, his friends all left him. That was when he felt his soul fall to pieces.

He didn't think his life could go any worse.

It got worse.

The new Minister of Magic came by yesterday, Bagnold was her name. And she brought the evening paper with her. Needing to know what was going on around the world, he asked for the paper to see how the world was doing without him. Fearfully, she had given it to him. He chuckled as she left in the hurry. It amazed him that they thought he was frightening because the Dementors did not drive him mad. (Of course, he was a little mad anyway!)

What he read stopped his heart.

Harry? Abused! Massive magical accident, ran away, disappeared? Harry was nowhere near England and even the dogs could not find his scent as it disappeared. Harry had been missing for two weeks and no one, not even Dumbledore could find him. There were now speculations that Harry was dead due to the lack of evidence and dead ends.

Sirius could feel his madness swirling, his rage rising to new heights and he wanted to burst out and destroy the Dursleys, then find out who was stupid enough to leave Harry with them in the first place, also

Fortunately, or unfortunately, his anger was destroyed by a far stronger emotion: Guilt.

He had been responsible for the well-being of a boy whom he had loved like a son, and on a feeling of vengeance, had cast him aside, where he had suffered hell for five years. He had been responsible for leaving the boy orphaned all because he had the great idea of putting their safety in the hands of a Deatheater: A Deatheater in the form of a childhood friend. This was his entire fault that the house of Potter was now extinct.

Harry was no doubt dead, considering how easy it was to recognize him. Someone had killed his godson and had his body destroyed, there was no doubt about that. His Godson was gone and dead and he had no one to blame but himself!

Padfoot released a howl of turmoil that was more painful than the one he released when he saw the state Godric's Hallow was at the Potters. Hope was gone; the rat had the last laugh after all. He was no doubt out of England laughing himself sick over the splendid prank he pulled on all his best friends. The rat had destroyed the Marauders once and for all with only Sirius and a most likely heart-broken Mooney. With Peter far away, no way to prove his innocence, all his friends gone or abandoned and the death of his pup and last link to James, Sirius truly saw no reason to go on.

This was the situation that was now present to the dog animagus.

Sirius was scared of dying, not because of death, but because he knew he would see Charlus, Dorea, James and Lily again, and they would be disappointed that once again. He been selfish and thought of revenge over his loved ones. He also feared seeing Harry there, who would be wondering why his dogfather Padfoot had abandoned him to a life of hell.

It made him wish he was still in the basement, being tortured by his mad family.

"I'm sorry, Prongs. I know that means nothing with Harry gone now, but I'm sorry." He sobbed as he fell. He knew he should turn into Padfoot since the Dementors were coming closer to his cell, but he could not bring himself to care anymore.

Let them have his soul now.

OoooOoooO

TBC

I'm sure I'm going to be receiving reviews from many of my fans that I better save Sirius and Remus soon or they'll shove me down a Horntail's throat. Siggghhhh, better barricade my house again.

You didn't think that after giving Harry that type of power and training that I would let him have it easy, did you? Nope! Voldemort has been upgraded and with whom I have in mind as his allies, he will indeed be a threat.

(1) With the exception of a few such as Hercules, many of the Demi-gods had no power of their own. Theseus, Perseus, Jason, Autolycus and many other sons of gods were just very lucky and had the blessings of gods by their side. That and they were cunning.

(2) This is my theory of where Squibs come from, mostly. I don't have enough evidence and only one case that is true in Neville Longbottom. At least Harry's family haven't been actively killing him. (Maim him, yes, but not kill him.) Nev's uncle tried to see if he had magic by dropping him the roof. From the way he spoke, it sounded normal in the Wizarding world or in most families to practice this. Of course, that may not always be the case in some families. But then, once their magic is shown, they don't continue this practice.

Anyway, severe trauma often can be blocked out, especially when the body is trying to heal. Between witnessing his parents' torture, verbal abuse and his own family willing to kill him to see if he had magic (Which is what saved him.) It's no wonder Neville's magic was a little wonky. It was only when he learned the tormenter of his parents was on the loose that Neville got over his trauma and became exactly what a candidate of the chosen one should be.

(3) Sadly, this was an all too common mentality to many fathers whose wives have died of childbirth or some way of defending their child from a death. Johann "Red Skull" Schmidt, Harry Osborn, and Edward Brock in the Marvel Universe are three examples in the marvel universe of this. Neither of them turned out too well as you see.

(4) If Fenris is the father of Alphas, then Loki is the granddaddy of Alphas. I guess that means that Remus is one of his grandsons.

(5) For the life of me, I did not understand it. What Sirius did to Snape was completely out of character. Did he hate Snape enough to kill him? Sure, I can see that. But set it up so that Remus would be the one to murder him while at the same time endanger Remus' secret? No way, Sirius is loyal to his friends and loved ones. I can't even see him set up the murder in such a fashion. Sirius isn't a thinker or a plotter, he charges headfirst into his problems without thinking about the consequences. Being insane is the only thing that makes sense. The imperious would not have had him remember anything, but he remembered things in crystal clarity.