9. Attack!

James, Lily, Sirius and Remus were sitting in the sofas of the living room in the Potter house.

Everyone of them were thinking what had happened the last month.

Lily had to admit that as much as she denied it she had failed like a mother.

She had failed Alex. He gave him everything he needed before he asked for it. But she had failed to give him more time.

And she had failed Harry. In all honesty her second son was a stranger to her. She could remember clear as day everything he did from the day of his birth to that Halloween night so many years ago. But after that nothing.

If she ever thought about him in the part was that he would always be there for her and James if Alex died. And now she understood how wrong she was.

James for his part was thinking he was a little unfair to Harry. But he wasn't a child anymore. He should understood that Alex was their priority.

He didn't say that Harry didn't need to feel loved but Alex was priority and they had to sacrifice some things. Ok, maybe we screw Harry up big time, he thought. Maybe we deserve to live without our children. Maybe fate had it planned this way for us.

After Alex's death things don't go that well, thought Sirius. And what the hell is wrong with Harry? Oh, Alex, you make everything seem bright, easy, better!

Before Alex died Remus was having second thoughts about Alex ending this war. As much as he loved him he could see that Alex wasn't as powerful as Dumbledore portrait him to be. And if he died then how could they win against Voldemort and his Death Eaters? Maybe the prophecy was false? Or maybe the main object of the prophecy was wrong? Besides, Harry survived that night too.

Albus told then that night Alex had a scar on his cheek that proves Voldemort attack him and when asked what was the scar on Harry's forehead Albus applied with 'from a falling debris'. Could it be that Dumbledore was wrong? Could it be that Harry's was a curse scar and Alex's from a falling debris?

Then the fireplace lit up and Kingsley's head appeared.

"We are under attack! Come quickly" and disappeared.

Lord Voldemort was among the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic's Atrium.

He was supervising the attack. After the death of the false Boy-Who-Lived he was planning to eliminate all threat and kill the real one. And of course the attack on itself will be a low blow to the Ministry and the Wizarding World. Two in one.

"My Lord." bowed Lucious Malfoy.

"Did you find anything?" asked him.

"No, master. He is not here. He doesn't fight or is anywhere near the Ministry. We looked everywhere, my Lord." answered Lucious.

"Doesn't matter. We will find him sooner or later. No one can hide from Lord Voldemort!" said the Dark Lord.

The screaming crowd around them quietten and a tall figure with people around him walk in the middle of the battle that had stop temporally.

"Good evening Tom!" said Albus Dumbledore with the members of the Order of the Phoenix around him ready to attack. "What can we do for you this fine evening?" he asked politely.

"You can leave us to do what we came for to do."

"And what is that if I may ask?" asked again Dumbledore.

Voldemort thought of how to respond. If he answered Dumbledore's question truthfully he couldn't use it in his advantage. Maybe if he plan ahead? He looked at the Potters, then at the old fool and sneered. "Tell me something, Dumbledore, where is your Golden Boy?"

"You know very well where, Tom!" Dumbledore frown at him.

James and Lily looked particular angry at that.

"Oh, I'm not talking about Alex, Dumbledore. I'm talking about the true Boy-Who-Lived. Where is he?" he smiled an evil smile as he rubbed Dumbledore's mistake in his face. He saw the look on everyone around him. They were socked and confused with what he said which make him gloat all the more from inside.

"What are you talking about?" asked Dumbledore dropping all pretences. He was confused. What was Voldemort on about? But it wasn't Voldemort that answered him.

"Harry!" gasped Remus. His previous thoughts confirmed.

Everyone looked at him.

"What are you talking about?" asked Sirius confused.

"Harry is the true Boy-Who-Lived. It makes sense. I wasn't sure before but I am now."

"Yes. Young Harry is the Chosen One. All the things that your other son said he did was just lies. Harry did all those heroic acts. And so you know, I knew that Harry will rescue Alex in the graveyard. That's why I took Alex. To lure Harry there without you protecting him. And I took Harry's blood not Alex's." sneered Voldemort at them.

Everyone was socked, even Dumbledore.

"So I'm asking again where is the Golden Boy?"