Back To Bedlam

Chapter Two

Revelations

Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was currently sitting in her Animagus form on top of a stone wall just outside a house on Privet Drive. Number 4 was the place. She had sat outside it all day, watching the occupants of the house go about their daily business.

She was revolted at the things that she saw.

I hope Albus isn't planning to dump the boy here. Just as she was thinking about it, the person of her thoughts appeared behind her.

'I should have known you would be here, Minerva.' He said softly, making the professor hiss and jump in the air. When she had recovered the cat slowly transformed into a woman, finally taking shape of the stern Minerva McGonagall.

'Albus, I didn't here you approach.' She said stiffly, nodding her head in greeting.

'A wizard can be very quiet when they want to be Minerva.' Said the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

They just stood there in silence for a while before a nasally sound came from the middle aged witch.

'Is it true Albus, are the rumours true?'

'I'm afraid they are Minerva, the good… and the bad.' He said gravely.

'Oh no.' She moaned. 'Not James and Lily.' She stopped and looked at the old man standing next to her. 'You say that Harry survived though, how?'

'I'm not sure, but my wards told me that Harry had survived, as soon as I saw what had happened I sent Hagrid to go collect the boy and left Hogwarts, I made a quick stop at the Ministry to inform the Minister what was going to happen and told some Aurors to go check out Godrics Hollow, after that I came here. I trust it was Poppy that told you I would be here?' He asked already knowing the answer.

'She did, but Albus, do you think it wise to send Hagrid on such an important mission.' She asked timidly.

'Ah Minerva, I would trust Hagrid with my life.' He said solemnly. He then paused as a low rumbling sound fill his ears. They both looked up to see a single light flying towards them at a rapid pace. As the light came closer the sound got louder and soon the rumbling was right on top of them and the bright light was blinding there eyes. A screeching was heard and then all light and noise ceased to exist.

'Professor Dumbledore, Harry wasn't there!' A loud voice pierced the silent night, as the owner of the voice jumped off the flying motorbike.

'Hagrid, what do you mean?' The sharp voice of Dumbledore asked quickly, power lacing his words.

'He wasn't there professor, I searched everywhere I swear. All I could find were James and Li-Lily's dead bodies.' Here, the man named Hagrid blew his nose on a tea towel sized handkerchief and started bawling. 'I-It was horr-ible professor, the house was in ruins and you could feel the Dark Magic everywhere. I couldn't stand it so I ran outside and ran into young Sirius Black, poor bloke, to lose his friends like that, he's the one who leant me his bike, said he wouldn't need it anymore. Anyway, that's when I came here. What happened to Harry Headmaster?' He asked sniffling once again.

'I don't know Hagrid… I don't know.' It was then, at that exact time that Albus Dumbledore felt every one of his 154 years. He fell back against the wall and sat down heavily. His two companions sitting down on either side of him, all were thinking about the same thing.

Where in the world was Harry Potter.

You-Know-Who Finally Gone!

Last night the Wizarding World was finally free from the clutches of the most feared Dark Lord in over a century, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is believed that all it took to kill him was a little baby by the name of Harry Potter. No, you don't need new spectacles readers. Yours truly found out that when You-Know-Who went to kill the Potter's,( the famous couple, Lily and James Potter, who have escaped You-Know-Who in past threats but met their tragic death last night), he encountered his downfall in their son, Harry, who was only 1 year and 3 months old. A year old baby is all it took to dispose of a menace that had controlled the Wizarding world for over 10 years. At the scene of the crime, Aurors had found both parents bodies but failed to find the babe's, so the question on everyone's lips is, WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY POTTER?

Michael threw his copy of the Daily Prophet at the rubbish bin in disgust.

I know what happened to Harry Potter, he thought sadly. He's currently sleeping in my wife's arms. He looked over and saw his wife looking fondly at the sleeping babe. They were currently waiting in line at the International Portkey Point (IPP). It was Jessica idea, she had family in Australia. He had never heard of the place but apparently everyone referred to it as 'Down Under'. He moved along the line, each step bringing him closer and closer to the service counter.

'NEXT.'

'Yes, I'd like to get a Portkey to Australia.' He said confidently.

'That'll be 1000 galleons. It's a lovely day isn't it? Especially with You-Know-Who gone, I wonder what happened to the baby though?' The bubbly service girl asked. Michael wasn't listening after the part where she told him that the cost of a portkey to Australia would be 1000 galleons.

'WHAT?'

'I said I wonder what happened to the baby. Are you alright sir?'

'Yes, yes I'm fine. But 1000 galleons is a little steep don't you think?'

'Well I suppose, but you must take into consideration that it did take 20 of our people and half a day to make it, I think that the price is quite reasonable sir.' The girl said, still acting all bubbly, but Michael could tell it was just that, an act.

'Just pay the girl Michael.' He's wife said impatiently. He did, albeit reluctantly. They then grabbed their portkey and waited. The portkey was meant to activate at 10:00am, so they only had to wait half an hour to they were rid of England, taking the child that had saved them all. with them.

'Only 20 seconds left.' He said quietly, holding onto Jessie's arm tightly, she in turn was holding Harry closer to her.

'10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…' And just like that, the Rhode's and Harry Potter had left England.

Just as the Rhode's were whisked away by there 1000 galleon portkey. Sirius Black, was catching up with an old friend.

'How could you do it Peter? They were your friends and you betrayed them. YOU BETRAYED THEM!' Sirius shouted, his tall frame growing taller in his anger, he didn't realise it but he was attracting the attention of the whole street, who were all muggles, wondering why two men were pointing sticks at each other.

'I did-n't mean to Sir-ius.' The small man with watery eyes squeaked nervously. His chubby face was red from exhaustion.

'What do you mean? Of course you meant to, it was probably your plan right from the start.' Sirius was getting angrier and angrier, but if you looked closely you could see that his pained eyes were spilling tears of regret. 'And when I made you secret keeper that just made your day didn't it, you filthy rat. I HATE YOU.' He then took in a breath, preparing himself to shout out the two most feared words in the Wizarding world.

'Avada Ked-.' He didn't get to though. Because for once in his life, Peter Pettigrew was faster than him. Sirius saw the rat animagus use a curse to blow up the street before he used his wand on himself to chop off his left index finger. What happened next would haunt his dreams forever. The short, balding man that was once his dear friend, smiled at him evilly before turning himself into his animagus form and diving down into the sewers.

After that everything flew twice as quick for Sirius Black. The screams of the muggles. The appearance of the Aurors. The restraints on his hands. It was all so alien to him. He did the only thing that one would do in his position. He laughed. He laughed a maddening laugh that caused all people, magical and muggle alike to stop what they were doing to stare at him. He didn't mind though, no. He just kept on laughing. He knew that no matter what happened, he would one day meet Peter Pettigrew again. He laugh subsided as he was stunned.

The next time Sirius woke, he would find himself in Azkaban, cold, hungry and most importantly, empty. He had lost everything in 24hours. The world could be a cruel place sometimes. Especially when you were innocent.

'MICK, JESS, are you in there?' Shouted the anguished voice of Remus Lupin. He blinked away the tears and shouted again. 'Mick, Jess. Its Remus… It's Remus.' He finished softly.

He too had had a rough 24 hours. He had just found out that he had lost all his old school friends in the space of that time.

'Mick, Jess.' He had had enough. 'Alohamora.' The door banged open. He stepped inside cautiously, not knowing what he would find. As it turned out, he found nothing. He searched the whole house and came to one conclusion.

'Why did they leave?' He asked himself as he slumped down onto his favourite chair, the one that he would always sit in when he visited the Rhode's home. He sat in the chair for ages, thinking over everything that had happened. He got up and wiped his tears away. Collecting himself, he left the house and made his way to his own house. There he sat down at the kitchen and began to weep. During the night he was joined by a bottle of Whisky and an old photo album.

He passed out not long after midnight, the whisky bottle rolled out of his hand and crashed to the floor. Luckily for the floor there was no liquid in it, unluckily for Lupin's head, he had drank it all earlier. In the morning he would wake up and start his life anew. Although, like a tree with its leaves, Remus's memories would always return to him.

'Mum, Dad. It's me, Jessie.' Jessica shouted as quietly as she could with a sleeping baby in her arms. They had just arrived in Australia and travelled by a muggle taxi to her parent's house near a country town just south of Sydney. It was a rather large house in the country. Her parents had bought it hoping that one day there grandchildren could visit and use it to play and practice quidditch in without being noticed by muggles.

'Jessie. Jessie is that you. It is you.' Maggie Rhode said excitedly as she rounded the corner. She spotted the bundle in her daughter's arms and immediately fussed. 'Here dear, come and sit down, what do you think your doing moving around after just having your child, I'm surprised though, I thought it wasn't due for another couple of months.' She said, pausing her fussing to count something on her hands. Jessica took this as her chance to interrupt.

'Mum, where's dad, Michael and I need to speak with you.' She said seriously, her mother looked at her strangely. 'He's just gone to work, why do you want to speak with us?'

'It'll have to wait mum. Do you think we can go have a bit of a kip, travelling can really take it out of you.' She added a yawn for dramatics.

'Of course, you, Michael and, er, what's it name dear?' She asked sheepishly.

'His name is Harry mum.'

'I thought you were going to call it Dillon if it was a boy?' She asked curiously.

'We'll explain later Maggie.' Michael said gently, seeing that his wife was about to blow her top.

'Alright.' She said slowly. 'I'll call you when Richard gets home, shall I?'

'That would be good, thanks mum.' Jessica said tiredly, her father probably wouldn't be back for a while yet, since he was the head of the Magical Creature's office at the Australian Ministry, who knows, he could be tied up all day. She clumped up the stairs to their usual room and got settled in. It was a good thing the house was so big, she didn't know how long they were going to stay there.

'Jess, what have we done?' Michael asked softly as he conjured a cot for Harry. He watched as she laid Harry in it gently.

'We saved Harry.' She said shortly.

'But you had no right.'

'What do you mean I had no right, I'm his GODMOTHER Michael!' She whispered fiercely.

'I know that, but we could have told someone, Dumbledore even.' He said grudgingly.

'No, the few people that knows about Harry the better. You can't trust anyone these days, you have Sirius to prove that. I thought he was the most trustworthy out of all the Marauders, now look how wrong I was. Thanks to him, James and Li-ly are dead.' She then collapsed on the bed and started sobbing. Michael was surprised she kept it in this long, he moved over and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head to his chest.

'JESSIE, MICHAEL COME DOWN QUICK. RICHARD'S HOME.' Maggie's voice shouted up the stairs.

'What's dad doing home so early?' Jessica asked.

'Let's go find out.' They did, and when they reached the bottom of the stairs the saw the peculiar site of Jessica's parents jumping up and down excitedly.

'Dad, what are you doing home so early?' She asked, whilst trying to wipe the rest of her tears away.

'I've came home to tell your mother the good news. You-Know-Who is dead.'

'How?' Michael asked, faking surprise.

'Apparently, a baby called Harry Potter somehow killed him, but not before he got Harry's parents, James and Li-.' He stopped suddenly and looked at his daughter who was openly crying again.

'Oh honey, I'm so sorry, my mouth just got carried away, I forgot that you guys were their friends.'

'It's alright dad. What else did they say about Harry?'

'Well, not much, they first thought that he survived, apparently Dumbledore told everyone he had wards around the Potter's home and he said that Harry had somehow defeated You-Know-Who, although they now think that Harry's dead. He can't be found anywhere, I'm sorry dear.' Michael shared a look with Jessica and nodded. She nodded back and flew up the stairs.

'Oh, why couldn't I have kept my trap shut, she'll never talk to me again.' Richard wailed.

'No, that's not it Richard. Look maybe we should go into the lounge room and wait for Jess.' Michael said calmly, leading the way into the sitting room, the two stunned parents followed, soon they were all sitting down and waiting for Jessica to arrive.

When she came back and had Harry in her arms her parents shot straight back up and Richard started asking all the questions that his wife had bombarded their daughter with before.

'Be quiet and let me explain.' Jessica said crossly. When her parents had sat back down and Michael was standing beside her she continued.

'We already knew what happened last night. We were there you see. Please, don't interrupt, just let me talk. As you know we live… lived in the same town as Jam-es and Li-Lily. Last night we were just having dinner when we heard a noise down the road. When Michael looked out, he saw green light flashing in their house. We ran down there straightaway and saw the third flash of the Avada-Kadevra curse, but something strange happened, the wind started picking up and a horrible noise issued from within the house, when it all stopped me and Michael went inside. We first found James's body in the hallway, we continued on and looked for Lily's and Harry's body's as well. But we only found one dead body, the other one was alive and healthy, although he was a little sad.' She finished tearfully.

'What are you saying Jessie?' Maggie asked softly, she too was crying silently. Jessica didn't answer but moved forward and transferred the bundle into her mother's arms.

'Mum, dad, meet your new grandson.' She bent down and removed the part of the blanket that covered Harry's head. As the blanket came away, Harry's face was revealed and with it were his green eyes, which were now open and staring intently at Maggie.

'Who is this Jessie?'

'Your new grandson… Harry Potter.'

Note: I have an Important question to ask you.

Should I make the story grow up with Harry or…

Should I skip that part and just do flash backs…

Your opinion will settle the matter so please do review, cause it will be majority rules, I'll wait a week before i decide.

Anyway on to more important things, I just want to thank all the people that have reviewed already to this story, its what made me get this chapter up so fast so thank you. I cant wait till this story gets going its just going to be so fun, for me anyway. So I hope you stick around for it.

Catch you later.

Flyin Eagle.