AN: Back again, and so quickly, well when your on a roll, your on a roll.
Don't get used to it, writing stories while smooth sailing sometimes, can come into some pretty rough waters, or what writers that write for fun, like myself, like to term as Writers Block.
Magic reappeared, far above the destroyed home, floating motionlessly in the air, out of sight to all below.
[You are going to be annoying.]
Magic rolled his baby green eyes at these words.
"You know my manifesting in this realm is not of my doing Death, but whilst I am here I will do what I will because I have the will to do it, like for starters… taking away that which power's your little trinkets. You may have gifted them, but it is by my power that they operate and mine alone."
[…]
"Look, I gave you the Splintered One, and I'm going to take away those trinkets of yours, what else do you want? Just go back to your whispering curtain." Magic felt the presence of Death dissipate before sighing.
There was so much to do, or rather so much he wished he could do.
Doing most of them though would destroy the planet though…
"My Gifted are too set in their ways, too warped by their intent given power to appreciate, to properly understand." Magic sighed, his baby body glowing a dull grey before his body began to change.
Being the physical manifestation of all magical power in the world, put in a human baby's body would not do, so Magic changed it.
Any adult witch or wizard would argue that what Magic was doing was impossible with magic, but Magic had no limitations to its power, so things like Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration could take a hike.
Magic took the atoms, the very building blocks of all matter, that floated around him and took it within himself and like a tree growing in fast forward, Magic's small body began to grow.
As Magic's body developed, he banished the pyjamas that he was wearing, preferring to go starkers until he was finished with his transformation.
Would he have allowed anyone to see this metamorphosis, they would have called him the Ultimate Metamorphagus.
To which Magic would smile and thank them for the compliment. There was nothing, magically speaking, that he couldn't do.
Magic halted his growth after a few moments, capping his height at exactly Seven feet tall before materialising a grey glowing robe around his person.
Looking at the scene below, Magic watched a man rush into the house looking for signs of life from those that inhabited it.
=^o.o^=
"Lily! James!" Sirius Black barked out in panic as he raced through the Potter's cottage house at Godric's Hollow. Near immediately the Heir to the House of Black caught sight of his best friend James lying stiff on the floor next to the stairs.
Swallowing a sob of despair at seeing his brother in all but blood dead on the floor, Sirius raced upstairs to the nursery where Lily had kept Harry.
There he saw the prone body of his best friends wife next to a dark robe pooled on the floor… in front of an… empty cot!
Harry wasn't here!?
What had happened to Harry?
About to run out the house on a mad hunt for his godson he was halted by the appearance of Rubius Hagrid, the Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Sirius! Wha's happen' 'ere?" the gentle half giant demanded, eyeing the blown off roof and seeing and having passed the dead bodies of Lily and James.
"What does it bloody look like, Hagrid?! Lily and James are dead and Harry is missing! I don't know how but I think that Voldemort's gone." Sirius stated, his sensibilities seemingly taking a leave of absence, the loss of three of the most important things in his life either dead or missing.
Hagrid face scrunched in confusion.
"Missin'? Lil Harry's no' wit; ya?" the burley half giant asked, before the tail end of Sirius words caught up with his brain.
"The Dark Lord's gone?" Hagrid asked, his disbelief almost palpable.
"No one else I know would wear a dark robe like that Hagrid! But that's not important! Harry's missing, remember!?" Sirius barked.
"Are yeh sure yeh don' have 'im Sirius?" Hagrid asked again. This was the wrong thing to ask.
"Does it bloody look like I have Harry with me Hagrid?! Why are you even here? How did you even know how to get here? Peter only shared the secret with Lily James and myself!" Sirius demanded, making Hagrid confused again.
"Pe'er? But Dumbledore said 'ou 'ere the secret keeper." The large man muttered, confused at what he was hearing.
Despite the situation Sirius barked out a laugh.
"Yeah, I was so smug that that would work, I was so blind… I convinced Lily and James to switch keepers from me to Peter to throw everyone off… and what did that get us, Lily and James dead and Harry missing." Even just saying that freshly inflicted wound, whilst standing around Lily's corpse made Sirius weep, Hagrid joining in, letting out a sniff and a sob of his own.
The two men stood there wallowing for a brief moment before Sirius got a hold of himself, he could get shitfaced after he's found his godson.
"Answer me Hagrid, how did you get here? None of us gave you the secret! And why are you here at all? How did you know?" Sirius demanded.
"Dumbledore told me to come get Harry and bring 'im to 'im at Privet Drive in Surrey." Hagrid answered making Sirius go stiff.
"…Privet Drive…? The… the Dursley's?! What in Merlin's name is that man thinking?" Sirius asked, scandalised at what he was hearing from Hagrid. Shaking his head to clear that thought Sirius withdrew his wand from its holster on his wrist and cast a detection charm to find anyone else in the house.
There was no reaction.
"Well it doesn't matter, Harry's not here, there's no one here but you and me…it doesn't matter now anyway." Sirius slumped, palming and rubbing his face, unsure of what to do now.
There was silence for a few moments before another thought entered Sirius' head, his eyes hardening with conviction. Taking his wand and levitating the dark robe on the floor into his arms, being mindful of any potential curses; Sirius turned back to Hagrid.
"Ok Hagrid, here's what we'll do, I'm going to go the Ministry with this," he indicated the robe on his arm. "And inform them of what's happened here, you can take my bike to Surrey and tell Dumbledore what's happened. With the Ministry's help we'll find Harry, even if we have to rip this country apart to do it." Done talking Sirius sprinted from the ruined building leaving Hagrid.
The half giant, still shedding quiet tears over what had happened in the last few hours, felt a sense of dread overcome him.
He had no way of completing the task set to him by Albus Dumbledore.
And he had to deliver bad news on top of that!
Neither man had even the slightest inclination that the absolute worst (or best depending on who you talked to) had befallen the last child of the Potter family.
Magic, in his newly aged body, watched on as Hagrid mounted the motorbike enchanted to fly, and after a few quick twitches from his Eye, decided to go to the destination in where Hagrid was bound for, his body soundlessly fading out of sight and away from Godric's Hollow.
AN: The sequence of events were never very well hashed out on the night the Potter's were attacked, and a few things never really made sense, like exactly how many people were let in on the Godric's Hollow secret.
Suppose that Hagrid caught Sirius with Harry as he left the property, thus outside the boundary of the fidelius charm, but there was supposed to be a gathering crowd. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but if the Primary Secret Keeper is alive and there is no secret written on a slip of paper for it to be shared, then how the hell does a group begin to gather toward a place that should be next to impossible to see.
Additionally there's this blood charm that Dumble's has spouted on throughout the series, if it was so ancient and powerful how the hell did he know how to anchor it within 6ish hours?
With Magic basically a Magical Jesus with practically no limit to what he can do so many things could happen at Privet Drive when Magic meets Dumbles for the first time.
I could go on and on, but that would serve no purpose, except to raise the length of the post, and really who wants to be let down with an AN half the length of the actual update, because who really reads these things.
But assuming you are, here's a question; if you could, what Name would you give a magical Jesus in the body of Harry Potter, and no, I won't just call him Harry.
Because I can only assume it can get mighty confusing for you to read when the word magic is written so bloody often, whether its in bold to denote the being himself or magic in general.
And another, do you think I am killing it a bit with this Inner Eye of Truth shtick?
R&R