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Chapter 3: SALVATOREM

Alternate Universe (AU) Lily POV

1980 August 4th

It took Lily and Andromeda five months to translate and understand the entire book. Five long and laborious months. They had finally finished the translation of the last part two days ago. As soon as they had finished, Andromeda went to Dumbledore to ask him to set an Order meeting for today. The meeting was supposed to start in one hour and the more she was thinking about it, the more she doubted it. The spell itself was not that difficult, especially with the help of Dumbledore. As a matter of fact more a ritual than a spell. The first part of the book was explaining how to make the ritual and it's purpose: To bring them the Savior. It literally said the "person you need the most" and right now it was with no doubt a person able to vanquish Voldemort. But what the book didn't say was where their savior would come from, and it was what was disturbing Lily. Andromeda had told her that he, or she would probably come the future or from the past.

She sighed, as she watched her new born son. Harry James Potter was sleeping in his cradle, unaware of the war. As she looked at him over and over again, she couldn't help but think that the Savior, whoever he was, had probably a family, parents. And she couldn't help but think that kidnapping someone else's son to save hers shouldn't be the solution. She had talked about her doubts to Andromeda in the morning. After all, Andromeda was a mother too; her daughter was going to enter in her second year at Hogwarts from September. Andromeda had told her she was feeling the same but that she was ready to try it anyway. A part of Lily wanted to be selfish, better someone else son than her own. But when she looked at Harry, who already had some dark hair on the top of his head and bright green eyes, she couldn't help but feel bad, really bad about this spell. Anyways, using the spell or not was not her decision to make, it was everyone's and the Order was going to vote on it during the meeting.

As always, the meeting took place in the kitchen of 12 squares Grimmauld, London. Last week, two members, Sturgis Podmore and Fabian Prewett, had been killed trying to protect a muggle town, so the tension in the room was almost palpable. When she entered the room last, except Andromeda and Dumbledore, everyone went silence and watched her as she sat between her husband and Sirius. Only two members were missing this day, Peter Pettigrew, who was sent somewhere on a mission for the Order, and Molly Weasley, as she was watching Harry and her six children (Bill 10yo, Charlie 8yo, Percy 4yo, the twins Fred and George 2yo and the youngest Ron, born a few months before Harry) that night.

The meeting started the moment Dumbledore and Andromeda entered the room, without the headmaster saying anything. Andromeda was holding the book against her chest, as if she was reluctant about sharing it with the others. When Lily and Andromeda's eyes met, she understood that they had the same sinking feeling.

"Hum Hum…Well let's start today meeting. As I know you all are very busy, I will go straight to the point. In fact, I will let Andromeda and Lily explain as they are the ones who came up with what might be a solution to destroy Voldemort.

-Thank you Albus. Well I will start with the beginning, when I and Jared went to Romania six month ago…."

Lily stopped listening; she was deep in her thought, watching with great attention the floor of the kitchen.

"Do any of you have questions for Andromeda or Lily before we decided if we should use this spell or not?'" It was Dumbledore voice. Andromeda must have finished explaining everything. She looked around, everyone seemed to be in deep thought, even James and Sirius were quiet for once.

"Of course we should use it…. I mean it's our only chance, the best we have!" Gideon Prewett, Fabian's twin.

"NO! No, we should NOT use this spell!" It was Sirius voice, and he looked very angry.

"Tell me why we shouldn't? If not, are you going to kill him yourself?" Mad-eyes spoke from a corner of the room and made everyone jump around.

"It's DARK MAGIC! Should I remind you we fought for the light?" Sirius again.

"It's not really dark magic." Lily spoke up for the first time during the meeting. "I mean, I am not for using this spell because it would mean ripping someone apart from his life, but it's not dark magic, even if the ritual needs blood. No one needs to neither die nor suffer, it's just a way to link our powers together and ask for someone to save all of us." She explained slowly. She felt James squeezing her hand.

"Now that we heard everyone's opinions, should we vote?" Dumbledore said. He had said nothing since the beginning of the debate, and he looked very sure of himself. She really hated how the headmaster seemed to already know what was going to happen.

"If you don't think we should use this spell, please raise your hand." Lily had raised her hand, along with Andromeda, Franck Longbottom, Sirius and a few others. They still were the minority. She sighed again; maybe it was for the best.

It only took two hours to prepare the spell. It required drawing old runes on the floor, they had decided to use the living room for the spell and Andromeda had spent the last two hours drawing the runes with the help of Lily. Once they had finished it, they called everyone back. The next step was to have everyone give, one drop of their blood, spill it on to the runes work actually. With every drop of blood, the runes were shining more and stronger, almost like if they were alive. The lost one to drop his blood was Dumbledore, and he was the one who was going to cast the spell. They had all decided it, as Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world, the only one Voldemort was afraid of.

At first, nothing happened. They were looking at each other standing there, just waiting. No-one was speaking. It was like if they were afraid that if they said something, they would be losing their last hope. The seconds and the minutes were passing, and the old clock of the Noble House of the Black was ticking. One hour passed. And then, the runes started shining and suddenly, a very strong wind was ravaging the room and a black hole was opened in the roof of the living room. Something fell from that hole. "The Saviour" It was a whisper, but Lily recognized Dumbledore's voice. She looked at him, but he was looking in the back of the room, where the runes were drawn. Everyone were looking at it. Where two minutes ago it was empty, now there was someone lying there...Two someone in fact.

James and Sirius were the first to react, they rushed to the bodies, which hadn't moved since it's landing. Sirius kneeled near the bodies. He picked an unconscious little body from the form on the floor and Lily gaped at him while he was lying the child down on the couch. "Lily, James needs you; help him attend to the man, bleeding on the runes" Lily nodded and went to help her husband; she heard Sirius telling Dumbledore to call Ms Pomfrey and fast. She prayed that the other Mediwitch would get here pretty soon because the man lying on the floor was looking seriously injured.

Canon Universe (CA) Harry POV

2001 June 5th

Harry was sitting on the grass near Ginny's grave, with his daughter in his laps. The little girl had a strange; branch like, weird looking insect on her fingers and was explaining to him everything she knew about this insect. Harry was listening to Hope with a smile on his face.

Near his wife's gravestone was another one. There were only three words writing on it: MOTHER OF HOPE. After the war, Harry had looked for Hope's mother but as he thought, she was dead and there was no traces of her body. He didn't know anything about her, her name, her birth date, the date of her death, nor if she had any living family. All he knew was that she was the mother of Hope and that she deserved to rest in peace. They was nothing inside the grave, it was more like a symbol. Hope had never asked him about this grave, but Harry took her and flowers to the grave, once a year, on the Anniversary of Voldemort's death. And he knew that one day she would asked him about her biological mother. He sighed, even if he didn't want to lie to his daughter she probably would not be satisfied with the little information he had. Harry didn't know who the father of Hope was, but it was not her mother's husband. Hope had probably been conceived in jail and if the father could also had been another prisoner, Harry was almost certain that her father was a Death Eater, even if he had no idea which one. Only the Weasleys, Hermione and Ms McGonagall knew the truth. Ron had had some trouble at first with his sister raising the daughter of their enemies, probably someone who had killed some of their friends but a discussion with Hermione and Ginny had made him change his mind, and he was now Hope's favorite uncle.

"Sweetie, let's go home, Hermione and Ron should be there soon, I invited them for lunch!

-Is Hugo coming too?" asked Hope with expecting eyes.

"Yes he is, happy?"

He laughed as his daughter started jumping around him giggling. Hugo was one year and half younger than Hope, but the two kids were really closed.

They were walking slowly to the small cottage when suddenly, the sky darkened and the wind became stronger. Harry stopped, this was not natural, and he could feel the magic revolving in the air, as if it was looking, searching for something. Or someone. The magic was coming their way. His grabbed his daughter and started running to the house. It was no use, the moment he started running, the magic came after him. He had his wand in a holster but he couldn't reach it while running with his daughter in his arm. He had learned wandless magic during his training to be an Auror and he was quiet good at it, but nothing seemed to be able to stop whatever was following them. Every spells he castes at it didn't do anything, as if magic couldn't hurt magic. This was a very logical explanation, as a matter of fact. Harry stopped running and put his daughter on his feet, he had the feeling that whatever it was, it was for him. He looked at his daughter and told her to run to the house as fast as she could and to call Ron and Hermione as soon as she got there. Hope nodded and started running toward the house as Harry drew his wand to face the Magic. There was nothing that could have been done. The Magic started curling around him, gently at first. It was asking him to go with it. He refused and tensed up as the Magic was becoming stronger and stronger. After one minute or so, Harry was drenched with sweat and the magic was more aggressive than ever.

"Daddy" Hope's voice rang in his ears while he felt his daughter grab his coat. He felt the Magic attacking Hope too, so he let it go. It was like being torn apart, like if all his body parts were going to very different places…He held his daughter tightly and used all the magic he still had to create a shield for his daughter. Then everything went black as he past out.

Here is the rewrite of the third chapter.