Magical Origins

Author Notes: Sorry for the long wait; Iook a break from writing. I hope everyone enjoys it! Going to be working on this story to finish it!

Year 7: Secrets of Godric's Hollow

A man screams in the middle of the dark room.

"Please! I did as you asked. Please…" cried Xenophilius.

A green spell hits Xenophilius as Voldemort stands over him, panting heavily.

Potter escaped the death trap at the Lovegoods.

He had heard reports he was unusually close with the Lovegood girl, currently locked in his dungeon. She had no means of escape, and he had hoped Xenophilius would act out his foolish desire to have his daughter return would lure Potter into a trap where they would capture Potter.

The timing couldn't have been worse as he searched the countryside and was far away when word reached him. His Death Eaters had been slow to react and capture Potter.

"Useless. How is it that five of my best Death Eaters allowed Potter to escape without much struggle?" Voldemort said softly.

Travers and Selwyn remain silent as they stand before the Dark Lord.

They had been the only ones who survived the ambush.

"Lovegood is known to be a nutter master," Travers said softly.

"He spews nonsense all the time," adds Selwyn.

Voldemort grew angry as he killed his two Death Eaters.

Potter continues to humiliate him.

It would be wiser to have him killed before the Ministry fell to end any foolish ideas of resistance.

Voldemort pants and heaves as he tries to find something to ease his torment. How did Potter continue to elude him, to best him at every turn?

Voldemort moves across the room, leaving the three Malfoys standing in place, terrified.

Voldemort moves to the dungeon and quickly rounds upon Ollivander, the legendary wand maker.

"Tell me what I want to know!" hisses Voldemort.

Ollivander screams as Voldemort tortures him with the Crucitus Curse.

"I've told you about Miss Morris and Mr. Potter's wands," cries Ollivander.

"Then tell me… how do I defeat Potter when even a borrowed wand cannot harm him!" hisses Voldemort.

"There is a story… a legend," whimpers Ollivander.

"What story?"

"It is a story all wandmakers know, but we don't know the truth. About an old wand… a powerful wand. It was rumored… that the wandmaker Mykew Gregorovitch had the wand."

"What wand?!"

"The Elder Wand. They say it's the most powerful wand in existence… it was only a rumor. Possibly started by Gregorovitch himself to increase his own sales. Where the wand is… no one knows."

Voldemort heaves and pants at this information.

The strongest wand in existence.

This wand is meant for him… the strongest wizard in existence.

He should kill Ollivander now to safeguard this secret.

No… he may require Ollivander later.

Voldemort now knew his task… to find the wandmaker Greorovitch.

Godric's Hollow

Harry and Lily softly appear in Godric's Hollow.

Harry has for so long wished to come here. The very reason that drew him here is what also kept him away.

Harry and Lily walk into the village, keeping their hoods up.

Voldemort may not have taken over the Ministry of Magic yet, but there was no question that he was in control of Britain.

Hermione pops in behind them.

"What are you doing, Hermione?" asks Harry.

"I'm coming too."

"Not a good idea."

"Look, I don't want to be left behind. My disguise is also good enough so no one will recognize me."

"Subtlety is not your strong suit, Hermione," said Harry.

"He's right. You can't be quiet, and you can't keep yourself hidden."

Hermione huffs, knowing she can't win this argument.

Godric's Hollow is a wizarding community that exists with muggles. Granted, the Muggles don't know about the existence of Godric's Hollow. Even still… this place held many secrets.

They walk throughout the village, seeing the streets deserted.

Harry didn't know if everyone was inside their homes or if the war had reached Godric's Hollow.

"Where are we going?" asks Hermione.

"To the graveyard. I wish to see my parents' graves," said Harry.

Lily remains silent, knowing this is also the village where she lost her mother.

Their fates had been intertwined on that fateful Halloween night.

After finding the Graveyard, Harry walks on its ground silently.

Harry begins to stroll around, knowing he looks suspicious. A figure wearing a black cloak in a graveyard is never a good sign.

Harry stumbles across the graveyards, seeing the names of many people on the tombstones.

Harry stops and looks at a tombstone he had passed.

Ignotus Peverell.

The symbol of the Deathly Hollows is engraved above his name.

Harry stands there, finally understanding the missing link. Lovegood may be a nutter, but sometimes, you must be crazy to see and understand what others cannot.

"Harry, over here," Hermione said, waving him over.

Harry walks over and sees his parents' grave.

"You really need to learn how to be quiet, Hermione," said Harry.

"What? There is no one else here," said Hermione.

"You don't know that," said Lily.

Lily walks over as Harry stands over his parents' grave.

Harry lets his mind go. Wondering what kind of life he would have had if he hadn't been chosen. Would his parents still be here? How would he turn out? Would he still be in Slytherin? Would he have siblings?

Harry's eyes look at his parents' names and see writing engrave underneath.

'The Last Enemy That Shall be Destroyed is Death.'

Harry Potter stands there in silence. Allowing for the first time, a wave of emotions flow inside him. Emotions he's never felt before, and it terrified him.

He was terrified because he didn't know how it would affect him.

Hermione walks forward and hands Harry a set of a wreath of roses for Harry to lie.

Harry does so, cursing Voldemort for robbing him of his parents.

Harry turns and walks away.

Harry doesn't say anything as he walks in deep thought.

Harry stops and pauses.

Seeing a name he didn't expect to see.

Harry turns and sees a tombstone bearing a name he didn't expect to see.

Ariana Dumbledore.

Harry stops and stands before her tomb.

Harry half wonders why Dumbledore never mentioned his sister. Harry wouldn't have known of her existence without Rita Skeeter's book The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

Harry stands there, remembering what Aberforth told him.

Harry wonders if Dumbledore actually cared for his siblings?

Harry says nothing more as he turns and walks away.

Harry walks out of the graveyard, heading down the street to his family's home.

Lily follows him in silence. Understanding how emotional this moment is for him.

They continue walking in silence toward the ruined safehouse of the Potter family.

Harry could 'sense' it. There was dark magic still lingering in the air.

They approach the house and see many people, witches, and wizards left behind messages supporting Harry.

They suddenly froze, seeing something very strange.

Ghastly figures were walking down the street.

Harry and Lily could only stare.

The ruined house no longer appeared ruined.

A man and woman walked with a young girl in her mother's arms.

"Dad," said Lily.

It was Lily's father, only younger.

They watch as the family enters the car, and the father puts the candy in the backseat.

A bright light suddenly appears from within the house, causing a sudden energy surge to explode.

Magical energy, to be precise.

Harry and Lily look up to see a dark, dreadful spirit leave the Potter Cottage and flies into the car before disappearing overhead.

The image ends as Harry hugs Lily.

The sound of snow being shuffled nearby alerts Harry at once.

"We must go," whispers Harry.

"Give Lily some time…" argues Hermione.

"Hermione…" growls Harry.

"We are not alone."

Harry grabs Hermione and disapparates at once, not trusting who is nearby to be friend or foe.

Harry holds Lily and helps her sit down.

Hermione wasn't empathic; she did her best to appear concerned for Lily.

Harry whips his wand and quickly makes some tea. Though he imagines Lily is sick of tea leaves after her lessons in divination.

After some quick thought, he switches to making some cocoa.

Harry hands Lily the warm cup and sits across from her.

"Are you alright?" asks Harry.

"I don't know," admits Lily.

Harry looked at Lily and couldn't help but think how their lives had intertwined since that night.

They had also witnessed the last moments of Lily's mother's death.

"Who would have thought that you were there when it happened," said Harry.

"Harry! We don't know if that really happened!" said Hermione.

"That was magic, Hermione. Magic is strong enough to leave a memory. Because our magic is similar, it was strong enough to draw it out."

"But…"

"Harry's right, Hermione. It would explain why I can speak Parseltongue," said Lily.

Harry recalls what Dumbledore told him about Voldemort accidentally transferring some of his powers to Harry.

"I still don't understand why you never told me," said Hermione.

"Tell you? Do you think I would tell you everything about myself, Hermione? What right do you have to know my secrets? You're so obsessed with knowledge and knowing everything you can never accept that you're wrong or others are better than you. You lack empathy and have very few friends. I can count all your friends on one hand," said Lily.

Hermione doesn't say anything as she looks down in shame and frustration.

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Hermione. Understand that we all have our secrets… and we get to choose who we share them with…" said Harry.

"I know that, but it doesn't mean what we saw is real!" protests Hermione.

"Hermione! What have I told you about this ideology you carry," said Harry.

Hermione stops before looking down.

She couldn't handle not being right. Whenever she feared she was wrong, she would do and say whatever to believe she was right. Hubris is her greatest flaw.

"Get some sleep," said Harry.

Harry gets up and walks out, trying to acquire some information on the current state of affairs.

Harry didn't want to use the Polyjuice potion, as defenses and items were created to ensure they would be reversed to a person's appearance. Instead, he used illusions to make him appear as someone else.

Harry walks around Diagon Alley before heading to the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

"How have you been?" asks Harry.

Draco stands there and looks at Harry in surprise.

"Not sure. I told my mother about the deal, and she's skeptical."

That was to be expected. If caught, Voldemort would kill them off.

"Here," Harry said, handing Draco three runestones.

"What are these?" asks Draco.

"Portkeys', somewhere to take you and your family someplace safe if things go south," said Harry.

Draco looks down.

"You have news?" said Harry.

Draco hands Harry a rolled parchment.

"I can't tell what the Dark Lord is thinking. But I will warn you, don't say his name. He's using the Ministry to jinx his name to track his enemies. A Snatcher team will immediately be sent to your location if you say his name. I think the response time is around ten seconds."

Harry looks at Draco in surprise, as this information is fairly new. The Ministry of Magic had recently fallen, but the Minister didn't know where Potter had fled. Even they were stumped as no one knew the location of Harry Potter.

Rumors spread it was Voldemort himself who killed the Minister.

"What will happen to you?" asks Harry.

"I'm returning to Hogwarts. I've been made HeadBoy," said Draco.

"Is it true Snape is the Headmaster?" asks Harry.

"It's true."

Was this Snape's reward? Voldemort had to reward his followers for good service. Or there would be no merits to his cause.

"Meaning we won't talk much, watch yourself. We don't know who will be spying for the Death Eaters in the school," said Harry.

"Snape is protecting me. Going to take me in as an apprentice," said Draco.

Interesting.

Draco looks down.

"How's Astoria?"

Astoria Greengrass is fifteen years old and eight months pregnant with Draco's child.

"She's doing well. She'll be giving birth in a couple of weeks or so. She's going to have a son."

Draco looks down.

"I would have been happy if my bloodline ended with me."

"Perhaps, but the reality is that Astoria chose you. Do you have any suggestions on your son's name?"

Draco looks sad as he looks down at the ground.

"I haven't thought much about my child," said Draco.

Draco hands a small parchment to Harry, who looks at it carefully.

Harry takes it and turns to leave.

"Don't give up, Draco. You're going to have a son soon. Try to live so he doesn't have to live without a father. It's the worse feeling any child can feel."

Harry disappears, leaving Draco behind.

"I'm not father material," mutters Draco.