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1880 March 29
On the cold evening of March, above the bar at the Hog's Head Inn, two people are seated. An old man stands tall, thin, and very old, evident by the silver of his long hair and beard, which both tuck into his belt. His light blue eyes sparkle behind half-moon spectacles, and his nose is very long and crooked, as though it has been broken twice. This man's name is Albus Dumbledore. The other person is a woman. She is thin, and her large glasses magnify her eyes to several times their natural size. She is draped in a gauzy, spangled shawl, and numerous chains and beads hang around her spindly neck. Her arms and hands are encrusted with bangles and rings. She looks like a Seer or imitates one. Her name is Sybill Trelawney. Albus Dumbledore had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher, although it was against his inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all. However, the applicant was the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous and gifted Seer named Cassandra Trelawney. He thought it was common politeness to meet her. He was disappointed, as she seemed to lack the gift herself. He told her, as courteously as he hoped, that he did not think she would be suitable for the post. He turned to leave, but then a loud, harsh voice spoke behind him.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..." Startled by the voice, Albus Dumbledore immediately cast a silencing charm around himself. The voice continued to speak in the same harsh tone, quite unlike her own. "--Dark Lord will mark him as his equal... but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
Albus Dumbledore is a person who believes in the greater good. He knew he had to find the prophecy child and train him. He knew that if he played his cards right, he might bring peace to the wizarding world. He knew that Tom would soon attack Hogwarts and destroy its sacred wall. Someone from his secret organization was feeding Voldemort all the information, so he couldn't make many futile mass movements against the dark forces.
"Oh, I am sorry, Albus. I think my inner eye has not been working for a while. There is a cloud covering my vision," a mystic voice interrupted the old man's thoughts.
"I think I have to change my decision, Sybill. You are welcome at Hogwarts. Please provide us with your syllabus and your teaching methods by June. If you can mention any good books with your syllabus, we will include that book on the list of recommendations in the children's Hogwarts letter."
"Oh, thank you, Albus. My vision will aid in penetrating the mysteries of the future."
Albus Dumbledore opens a door and leaves. Neither of the two people knows that a dark-hooded 21-year-old former Slytherin student has also listened to the first half of their conversation.
1980 May 2
At the about 30 days after the interview of Sybill Trelawney, three men and two women are walking toward the exit. One man, a tall, thin individual with black hair, stands next to a woman, his arm around her. He wears glasses, and his hair is very untidy. He dons an Auror robe with the label 'JAMES POTTER' embroidered on it. His arm is wrapped around a pretty woman named Lily Potter, formerly Lily Evans. She possesses dark red hair, and her eyes sparkle like emerald jewels—a pool made of the greenest precious stones. She wears distinct robes compared to the others. These robes are akin to those many people wear at home. Some may ponder her profession, as it necessitates utmost secrecy. She is an Unspeakable, so she refrains from wearing her Unspeakable robe outside of work. Lily is engrossed in lively conversation with another woman, Alice Longbottom.
Frank Longbottom supports their happy chatter. Presently, Frank is troubled by his wife's constant participation in his Auror raids. She is twenty five weeks pregnant with their child, and he wishes to keep her safe and confined at home. He is concerned about the heir of the Longbottom estate. But He can't say anything to her because she will eat him alive by asking her to leave at home while he alone go for missions. He know he can't force his wife to do anything. She is stubborn if she wants to be.
Another man, who appears grown but possesses the mind and habits of a thirteen-year-old, strolls along. One might say he believes in relishing every moment of life. Some may question his behavior, asking, "Are you serious?" To this, he would reply with a grin, "Yes, I am always Sirius." Like the others, he wears an Auror badge and a large nametag on his clothing reading 'SIRIUS BLACK'.
The group engages in conversation and interaction. They have completed their office work and are heading home. Suddenly, Sirius Black's pocket vibrates. He extracts a vibrating mirror, emitting a grunt as he does so. The occurrence doesn't strike anyone as odd or peculiar. It's as though they had been anticipating this vibration. All conversation ceases abruptly, and Lily Potter promptly casts a Silencing Charm around them .
"Hello, Moony. Any news?" Sirius asks, addressing a person named Moony whose voice rushes through the mirror in response.
"Padfoot, where are Prongs and Lily? Dumbledore has summoned an Order meeting at his farmhouse in Godric's Hollow. You need to Apparate directly to his place." Moony's voice replies in haste.
"Alright, we've just finished work, and I'm with James and Lily. We'll be there," Sirius Black responds.
The mirror goes blank, functioning like an ordinary mirror without showing any peculiarity.
After some time, five distinct popping sounds were heard in a small alley outside the Ministry of Magic.
Around a Round table there are about 20 people seated. They are Talking with each other about health,Raids and Whereabouts of death eaters. All the voice stopped when A long figure of Albus Dumbledore gracefully arrived through fireplace and sit at large chair. His Wise voice ecoes around room.
"Follow Ladies and Gentlemen, We are here for 47th meeting of this year. Thank you for coming with short notice. First we will hear from Head Auror Alastor Moody."
"Aye". Grunted a voice from behind. " Today death counts are 647. Among them 496 are muggles, 147 are magical and 4 are squib. Voldemort attack 3 Muggle village at once. Many Muggle children are captured and send to the base of death eaters. They are being subjected to Practicing curses for newly recruited Death eaters. Ministry is Losing Albus." He finished his long statement.
Albus Dumbledore Sighs and didn't say anything again he ask " Remus?"
" Most of the werewolf don't believe in us. They are joining with dark lord. Dark lord promises them to create equal law when he will overthrow ministry and Greyback pack has most of influence in them. When Greyback will finally Join him I dont think there will be any Werewolf left on light side". Remus replied glumly.
"How can they believe in 'you know who' not Ministry?" Arthur Weasley replied from one side of round table.
"Ministry has not promised anything to them. Do they?" Ask Sirius Black.
"I proposed that bill but They cancelled Lucius Malfoy has all Dark force on his backside. And Greengrass has neutral force. If we somehow manage to convince some of them to join light agenda we cannot have the majority.Dolores Umbridge And Barty Crouch hates werewolfs with passion. My voice always subdue in Wizengamot chamber." Said Dumbledore in Grave tone.
"I think we also have to use Unforgivable otherwise we will also die". A voice like James potter says. Most of the agreeing voice and nod visible among members.
"We can't use Unforgivable my boy, We cannot kill a killer. If you kill a killer there is always a killer left behind." Wise voice of Dumbledore replied to them.
" In your dreams Dumbledore, According to you, They have to kill each other and You can't seem to think it is impossible. If anyone threaten my girlfriend and my Brothers I will instantly kill them". Sirius angry voice Shouted to leader.
"Black family insanity" muttered small voice of Mundungus Fletcher.
" Killing in cold blood doesn't solve anything Sirius. Hope you will Know someday " Dumbledore Said with sorrowful voice.
" And why do you call meeting in this ungoody hour Albus? " Irritated voice of one of prewitt Brother ask.
" I think Voldemort next attack will be in Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a core of all. I think we have to ready for fight all the time." Said Hogwarts Headmaster. After a pause he added " And I think there is someone spy between us we must trust ourself and our closest one for our own protection. If anyone know about anything he can call the meeting anytime".
"CONSTANT VILLIGENCE" Barked Moody.
"Surely Albus? 'You know who' can't evade hogwarts ward, can he?" Ask Minerva McGonagall.
"I fear that Minerva, If hogwarts become centre of war, Castle will be Ruined". Answered Dumbledore.
"Anyone have any other informations and questions?" Dumbledore looked around.
When noone said anything he finally sighs "Okay this meeting of order of pheoinx is ended today".
31st of July, 1980
James Potter found himself in excruciating pain. His delicate fingers begged for mercy, fearing they might shatter, as though his five loyal companions were preparing to draft a final will and testament. He had never imagined that his wife's gentle touch could inflict such agony.
"Lily, my dear, you're crushing my fingers," he admitted, his voice a symphony of suffering.
"JUST SHUT UP, POTTER! You're the reason behind this! Tomorrow, you'll be sleeping on the couch," Lily Potter screamed in pain. She was in the midst of giving birth at St. Mungo's Hospital, enduring unbearable agony despite consuming five vials of pain-relieving potion. Healers worked tirelessly, yet seemed helpless in her case.
James didn't know what to say, but he had to say something, so he added, "Just one more push, my love. You're almost there.You are doing incredible." His reassurance was steady, though his words, comforting, seemed to intensify her irritation. Seeing the glistening tear on his cheek, her anger began to dissipate.
With a final cry, Lily Potter brought a new life into the world.
Also, ten minutes later, in the seventh room to the right of James and Lily's, a new member entered the world—Neville Frank Longbottom
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February 17, 1981
In the solitude of his headmaster's office on Albus Dumbledore sat fatigued, worn out by the recent Order meeting and his duties as headmaster. He contemplated taking a brief respite when a streak of movement caught his eye—a sudden owl had entered his office. Startled by the unexpected presence, Fawkes, perched on his shoulder, flared its feathers, poised to alert Dumbledore to any threat. Upon closer inspection, he discovered an injured owl on the office floor. With a delicate flick of his wand, he tended to its wounds, his magic mending the creature's injuries. A small letter was nestled in its talons, a message awaiting his attention.
The missive read:
Headmaster Dumbledore,
I am Aware of the prophecy your Divination teacher foretold, I have a request of utmost urgency. Please meet me at the top of the hill behind Hogwarts. It is an emergency..
The message lacked a signature, yet its contents sent a shivers in his bone.He didn't want anyone to know about the prophecy. He hadn't even told the parents of the potential Chosen One. He showed the note to Fawkes, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the top of the hill. He was prepared for danger and saw movement by a tree. That's when he saw Severus Snape. Snape put down his wand to show he meant no harm. But Albus didn't trust anyone other than himself, especially since Snape was a Death Eater. Albus pointed his wand at Snape's chest.
"Please spare my life," Snape implored, his distress palpable.
"I had no intention of ending it," Dumbledore retorted. He observed the turmoil etched into Snape's features, the former student's anguish undeniable. Yet, even in the face of Snape's desperation, trust didn't come easily—not for one who had once aligned with the Death Eaters.
"Well, Severus? What demand could a Death Eater possibly make of me?" Dumbledore's voice was laced with a veiled threat.
"I've heard parts of the prophecy," Snape hurriedly admitted.
"How much you have relayed to Voldemort?" Dumbledore inquired, a threat lacing his words.
" Everything _ Everything I have heard" said Severus " that's why he think it is Lily Evans".
"It didn't mention a woman. It spoke of a child born at the end of seven month dies-"Dumbledore asserted, though his tone held a hint of mockery. He was aware of the underlying implications but chose to taunt Snape.
"You understand what I mean—Voldemort desires to eradicate the Potter and Longbottom lines. Lily—"
"If she holds such significance for you," Dumbledore interrupted, his voice cold, "won't Voldemort spare her in exchange for her son? Can't you beg for mercy for the mother, in return for the child?"
"I've tried—I've pleaded with him," Snape faltered, bearing the weight of Dumbledore's scorn.
"You sicken me," Dumbledore declared, his frustration evident.
"Are you indifferent, then, to the deaths of her spouse and child? Are those lives expendable as long as your desires are met?" The sheer cruelty of Snape's proposition incensed Dumbledore, leaving him dumbfounded.
Snape offered no response, merely meeting Dumbledore's gaze.
"Shield them all," Snape implored in a hoarse whisper. "Keep them safe—please."
"And what do you offer me in return, Severus?" Dumbledore's voice was measured, his gaze unrelenting.
"In—In return?" Snape stammered, astonished. The concept of reciprocity seemed foreign to him. Yet Dumbledore knew that nothing came without a price. He had long understood the principles of sacrifice, having paid his own dues in pursuit of the Greater Good.
"Everything," Snape eventually murmured. Dumbledore recognized the depth of Snape's commitment, the potential ramifications of this pledge. He now possessed an invaluable ally within the ranks of the Death Eaters—a priceless advantage.
February 18,1981
"James and Frank, can we talk privately? I have urgent news," Albus Dumbledore asked James and Frank after the Order meeting.
Lily and Alice hadn't attended the meeting due to the birth of their sons. Many people don't even know that Hadrian Charlus Potter is the new heir of the Potter Family. Neville's birth helps keep the birth of the new Potter hidden.
Albus Dumbledore led the two wizards to his private room beside the bookshelves. He didn't want a repeat of the incident where someone overheard the prophecy.
"What's the matter, Albus?" James asked.
"First, it's essential to remember that this talk should remain private as much as possible. Don't share it with anyone. No, James, not even Sirius. You can tell Lily and Alice, but don't tell anyone else," Dumbledore told them, growing more serious with each word.
"Are you exaggerating? I can share anything with Patfoot. He understands that if it's a secret, it's a secret," James said.
"No, you can't. After hearing the news, if you decide to trust him with this information, that's up to you," Albus replied.
And Albus told them about the prophecy. Frank asked, "This is ridiculous. About 300,000 kids are born every day. Many people could have defied him three times. You can't decide who's the chosen one with just one mark. How can he know which child is equal to him? He can't measure each child's magic personally. Or could it be a Muggle-born? Is he going to mark the chosen one by giving them his Death Eater tattoo?" Frank didn't believe a word. How can a prophecy determine who is going to kill whom when there will be thousands of children?
"I don't know what mark Voldemort might give to a child; it could be physical or emotional. But Voldemort thinks Hadrian and Neville could be threats to him in the future. So, he wants to end them personally." Albus finally shared news that could shake them to their core. Their seven-month-old children have a madman targeting them before they can even say "mom" and "dad."
"What? Are you saying that Voldemort is also aware of this prophecy and planning to kill us personally? How does he know, Albus? You said you were the only one who talked to Sybill?" James thundered. Frank was finally more terrified than ever.
"I'm sorry to say that one of the Death Eaters eavesdropped on the first half of my conversation with Sybill and relayed the message to Voldemort."
"What? You're sorry? You can't be sorry, Albus. It's our children's lives we're talking about. I don't want Hadrian anywhere near him. I don't care about the prophecy," James cried to Albus. Frank nodded in support.
"And how do you know that Voldemort knows about the prophecy? How do you know him so well? Did you talk to him, Albus?" Seeing no reply, James continued, "Tell me the name, Albus. I'll blast his head off with one Reducto."
"Sorry, James, but I can't give you the name. I've given my vow to him not to tell anyone who he is without his consent," Albus retorted, growing more frustrated.
"Okay, Albus, James, stop it. We're not getting anywhere by arguing. We have to make sure our children are safe. Fighting and demanding answers won't help us. We don't have time for this," Frank told them.
"Okay, I'm thinking of using the Fidelius Charm. We can choose secret keepers. I can cast the Fidelius on the Longbottoms, and Lily can cast it on the Potters. She's personally trained by Filus. You two can talk to your wives later and let me know," Albus suggested. "Floo me when you're ready."
Both nodded a small, and Albus left the room.
"Lily's going to kill me," James muttered. At this moment, he was more terrified of his fiery redhead than of Voldemort. He didn't even know how to tell a mother that her child is marked for death from birth.
"Same goes for Alice, man," Frank replied.
February 21,1981
"Yes, Albus, we want my mom as our Secret Keeper," said Alice and Frank.
"And the Potters?"
James looked toward Lily for confirmation and said, "Ours will be Sirius Black."
"Are you both sure of that?" Albus asked again.
Both the Potters and the Longbottoms nodded. Then Albus continued, "Okay, we will cast it tomorrow. I will be at the Longbottom estate tomorrow morning."
Again, all of them nodded. Lily had become silent since James explained the Prophecy to her. She just didn't want to believe it. Her son is a part of her. She can't even function without him. She always wanted something of her own. When Petunia cut all ties with her, she had no family left beside James. Her father and mother died due to cancer in her sixth year, and the Potters died shortly after their marriage. She has a great husband, and she is so thankful for that, but now she has a son who will love her without any doubt. He is a part of her own flesh. But it was about to be ruined by a prophecy. She knows if she battles one-on-one with Voldemort, she has a lesser chance of winning. But she can at least try.
31st july, 1981
"James. James, can you get the door, please?" Lily asked as she began to change Harry's (A/N birth name is Hadrian, Harry - common name and it will be easier to write Harry than Hadrian. But I will use birth name at a later date.) clothes because he played in the mud behind the house. When Lily went to water a vase in the backyard, Harry always followed her from behind. He would crawl and try to water small flowers within his reach with a little bit of accidental magic. He displayed his first accidental magic when he was 9 months old. He summoned a small piece of chocolate from Lily's hand when she tried to take it forcefully from him.
"Who is it?" James asked at the door.
"I, Sir Moony of the Marauders, humbly request the opening of the door before me." The sound of Remus Lupin could be heard from behind the door.
James pocketed his wand and opened the door. "Greetings, my venerable acquaintance. I extend to you a gracious welcome to this modest abode of mine."
Lily chuckled at their antics from behind, holding the freshly prepared Harry in her arms. Remus ran from the door to greet Harry.
"Hello, birthday boy. How much trouble did you cause Lily today?" Harry just giggled, and no one expected him to say anything. What 1-year-old can talk?
"He destroyed 3 toys, 1 flower vase, and I have bathed him 2 times already." Lily replied, chuckling.
"You little devil, you'll be the next Sirius Black," exclaimed Remus.
The doorbell rang again.
"Who could it be?" asked Remus, alarmed.
"Maybe Bathilda," Lily replied.
"Old hag," muttered James. He's so frustrated from sitting alone at home without doing anything. Even his Invisibility Cloak was taken by Dumbledore. For studying, he says.
"Hello, who is it?" asked James, wand ready in hand.
"It's me, the old lady from the side of your house. A magical historian and a person who knows more secrets of your childhood than any other living person." The old lady answered. As James opened the door, an ancient lady who looked like an older version of old McGonagall but less strict entered the house.
"That's why I hate you," grunted James.
"That's what you said when you started Hogwarts, dear. Create something new." The old lady answered with a large smile.
Bathilda Bagshot is the person who was the best friend of James' grandmother from their teens. She more often came to his home when he was small. When they started living in a cottage after the death of Fleamont Potter and Euphemia Potter, she started to visit almost regularly. They still have Potter Manor to live in, but they don't want to use the manor for only two people, and they don't want Harry to grow up in a large house during the time of war. James and Lily have lots of house elves who are taking care of the manor.
Upon seeing Bathilda, Harry showed his presence with cries of excitement.
Bathilda cried in joy, "Hello, little man. You're growing faster and faster."
"Hello, Bathilda. Are you well?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, as much as I can be, old bone. War time." She muttered. "And what about you and James?"
"As much as we can be, until James keeps babbling about how he's a free eagle, not a caged pigeon." She said the last part a little louder.
"He's like that since he was 3 years old-" James interrupted before she could say anything in front of Moony. "We have Moony here for the birthday party. He has freedom, unlike me. He has a little time to spare."
"Oh yeah, yeah, birthday party. Where is Sirius and the other one?" She asked.
"Oh, Peter has his mother to take care of. He came last weekend saying his mother is very sick. And Sirius is with Marlene McKinnon. Her whole family was murdered in her own house on July 27th." Remus replied. "But Sirius gave me this." He handed a large package to James.
"Yeah, the McKinnons. Her grandmother Cassie was a friend of mine. I was saddened by their death," Bathilda added quietly.
"Okay, me too, but let's celebrate a birthday. We have an excited baby here." Lily added, breaking the tension in the air.
Lily went into the kitchen and came out with a floating cake. James produced some sparks in the air with his wand, and Harry watched as little stars floated down to his face. He tried to catch each star with his little hands, but when each spark touched his hand, they dissipated. Harry tried to collect some sparks in his clothes, but to no avail. The others laughed at his attempts.
After cutting the cake and having a little birthday celebration, Harry started to play with a little toy broom given by his godfather. Harry was trailing behind the small broom, which hovered above him, flying everywhere at the same time. Lily was trying to catch him, but before she could, he was on top of the broom.
"Haa... That's my son. He'll be a great Quidditch player," James exclaimed loudly from behind. He finally found something exciting in this house, 'no, not a cage.'
Lily was terrified. The others laughed as Harry flew around. He was going everywhere, breaking vases and ornaments around him. Lily finally caught him before he could destroy any other irreplaceable valuable objects. After a little show, Harry started to daze off and fell asleep in his mother's arms.
And again, Bathilda added her historical knowledge to the conversation. "My nephew was same as Harry at the time of his birth. Always an excited one."
"I didn't know you had a nephew," Remus said. Surely he had read many books that talked about Bathilda Bagshot's history, and not one claimed that she had a nephew. Lily and James also seemed confused at this. James had known this woman since his birth but she had never mentioned a nephew.
"I do. You can ask Albus if you don't believe me. Gellert and he were best friends in their youth." Bathilda said again, not noticing the strange looks from them.
"Albus had a best friend in his youth? I've always thought he was a loner," James asked.
"Yeah, Gellert and their relationship soured after they began their campaign about the 'Greater Good'."
"What?" They all exclaimed at once.
"You're saying Gellert Grindelwald was your nephew, and Albus was his best friend?" Lily asked, disbelief in her tone.
"Yes, you think I would lie after the havoc he has caused," Bathilda answered sincerely.
"No, no, we don't think you'd lie, but we have a lot to take in," Remus added in a rush. "And why were they on opposite sides when the war started?"
"Mostly because of his sister's death," Bathilda said.
"He even had a sister?" Remus added again.
Bathilda nodded in agreement. Remus saw his friends nodding in agreement as well
. Then Remus raised an eyebrow at James.
"I've seen her name in the Godric's Hollow cemetery. When we visited my parents' graves," James answered the unasked question.
"Yeah, after his parents died, his sister also died. And Aberforth is angry with his older brother. Albus stayed with him after that. I think Albus is ashamed of his past. He doesn't trust anyone but himself," Bathilda answered.
After checking her old, worn watch, she said, "I think it's time to leave. My cat has to be fed. Stay safe, Lily, and take care of this little tyke. And Jamie, you're last remaining of my best friend. Take care of him."
With this, the ancient woman left the house.
Finally, Remus exclaimed, "Bloody hell."
October 15,1981
"Are you sure about this?" James asked again.
"Yeah, my mother will die in 14 days. The Fidelius is also soul magic, so we will have to change the Secret Keeper," Frank replied sadly.
"Are you trusting your secret to us?" Sirius asked again.
The four Marauders and Lily Potter were talking to Longbottom shortly after their mother had been cursed horribly. Bellatrix Lestrange had cursed her in Diagon Alley from behind. Not a single healer could find the cure. They said this curse was slowly draining the soul from her body. Due to the Fidelius Charm, her soul was more than weakened. She would die in around 7 days if she remained the Secret Keeper. So, Frank and Alice turned to the Marauders for help, as they were the closest people they could trust after Augusta Longbottom.
"Yes, we are trusting. James can be our Secret Keeper," Alice said to him.
"He is also seeking for is.But if we get attacked somehow, our family will be wiped out and your secret will die with us. Surely you don't want to hide the entire Longbottom estate?" Lily asked them. No one wanted it to become true, but she acknowledged the possibility.
"Yeah, we didn't think about it. But surely Sirius wouldn't tell anyone. Would you?" Frank asked Sirius.
"What? Of course, I won't tell anyone. I would die for him. He is my brother," Sirius said in disbelief.
"Relax, Padfoot. No need to get excited," Remus added, tapping his shoulder.
"Okay, we can't make Sirius the double Secret Keeper. His soul is bonded to your secret. Remus goes on constant missions as a werewolf. We can't make him the Secret Keeper. We can make Peter our Secret Keeper instead," Alice suggested.
"Yeah, that would be great. He can't be suspected by anyone," Sirius said and looked towards Peter, who just nodded his head in confirmation.
"Okay, we can tell the others I am the Secret Keeper and make him the actual one for extra security," James said to the Longbottoms.
"That will be great," said Frank.
"Okay, Peter, we are trusting you with our location. We will cast it at night, so no one can see us," Alice said to the others.
"That can do," Peter Pettigrew finally spoke.
20 October 1981
"I have great information, my lord. It requires utmost privacy," one hooded person said to another tall figure seated in a large chair.
"If it's not great news and is a waste of my time, you will be severely punished, Wormtail," the tall figure replied in a threatening tone.
The tall person is Lord Voldemort, a figure of malevolent charisma, exuding an aura of chilling dominance that commands both fear and respect. His tall and sinewy frame seems to glide effortlessly, a testament to his otherworldly power and grace. Eyes like smoldering coals, crimson and unyielding, bore into those who dare to meet his gaze, revealing a mind that calculates and schemes with every flicker of emotion. He is the Dark Lord whom everyone fears, the one whose name is on the banned list for almost all people.
"Okay, pray tell, what do you have?"
"My lord, I am the Secret Keeper of the Longbottom boy," Peter replied in a cowardly tone.
"How did Longbottom come to trust you with this much information?" asked Lord Voldemort.
"C-coincidentally, my lord. They trust James and Sirius the most, and they have faith in the Marauders," Peter quivered.
"Hahahaha... Fools, all of the light side is filled with fools. They can trust anyone blindly, even with their lives," Lord Voldemort laughed maniacally.
Peter seemed more terrified than ever, cowering at one end of the room.
"Okay, Peter, you will be rewarded when the time comes. When I finish both boys, I will make you my right-hand man," Lord Voldemort praised Peter.
Peter finally felt proud. He could do more on the dark side than he ever could on the light side. The light side thought he was unworthy, incapable of grabbing anyone's attention. But here, his lord was praising him and wanted to make him his right-hand man. Peter seemed happy to leave the light side behind.
"When will you go to the Longbottom estate, my lord?" he asked daringly.
"We will finish the Longbottoms on Samhain."
Oct 31,1981
James and Lily are preparing for a Samhain ritual. They finished making a protective circle around them.
The Potters have a family rule about performing Samhain rituals. When the Peverell line merged and became the Potter line, most of the Potter grimoire was filled with rituals created by Peverell ancestors. The Potters have always believed that blood has power and that they are above Muggles. They believe that those who are stronger have always existed in history, giving witches and wizards the power to become strong. They think that they should follow their own rules and beliefs instead of adopting Muggle cultures. Many Peverells have a natural talent for necromancy in their blood, and some have Parseltongue ability. The Potters are most skilled in Transfiguration. Unlike some other pureblood families, they also believe in genetics and bloodline preservation. Most of the Potter wives are first or second-generation witches, and some have also married purebloods.
After lighting the candles and casting the seven runes around themselves, they started chanting, which calls forth spirits of the dead to the mortal realm for a very short period of time.
James and Lily closed their eyes. A gentle wind followed by faint voices of "Lily" and "James" made their eyes flutter open.
Four ghostly figures stood ahead of them. Lily stared at them with her mouth open wide. She had never thought that the ritual would actually work. This was their first attempt. When James saw this ritual in their grimoire, he wanted to try it during their free time. His eyes found James equally shocked. He appeared as astonished as she did.
"Hello, Lily dear. Close your mouth before flies find their way in," Euphemia chuckled.
"OMG, it worked," James finally said.
"Of course, it works, but we can't stay more than 45 seconds. You've only summoned a small part of us. We are just fragments of our real forms. The dead cannot be summoned by any ritual. The Peverells created most of these rituals due to their obsession with death. They've created many rituals, but you don't want to try others. Some rituals are very, very horrible. Rituals are listed. And James, don't try any rituals without knowing the outcomes. Believe in yourself and your wife. Keep our grandchild safe; he will be a great person." Fleamont clarified to his son. Euphemia beamed and nodded in approval.
"And we are proud of you, Lily. You are a great mother for our grandchildren. Petunia seems to blame our death on you as well, but we don't blame you for anything, my pumpkin. Our deaths were due to our own health issues; your witch abilities had nothing to do with it. You are not a curse to our family, despite what Petunia said. Be safe, Lily, and take care of her, James. I know you will." Lily's father said before they started disappearing.
"Bye, Mom. Dad." They both whispered together, now alone in the ritual circle.
Lily couldn't control herself and sobbed, throwing her arms around her husband, who held her protectively with one arm.
Lord Voldemort was having a good day. He was going to create his final Horcrux after killing the Longbottom boy. With a piece of parchment given by Peter, he headed straight to the Longbottom manor. Today, he would offer the chosen one's body to death. He sensed the wards around the Longbottom estate. He broke the wards and entered. Then he cast an Anti-Apparition jinx and shut down the Floo system of the manor.
He blasted the manor door with Reducto, and his powered-up spell took some concrete with it. He faced an old witch directly. 'How is she still alive? No matter; she will die today.'
"Hello, Augusta. Where are your son and daughter-in-law? Tell me, and I might spare you."
"You monster! I don't need you. I'm already dying; I could have handle your pet Bellatrix in a face-to-face duel, not being attacked from behind." Augusta cried.
"Yeah, I don't need to spare you. You won't be useful to me." He coldly uttered, followed by "Avada Kedavra."
A jet of green light hit the weakened, dying old witch, and she fell to the floor with a loud cry. Another door banged open from a side hallway, and another face appeared. "Frank Longbottom."
"Alice, protect Neville. Go and run. I can handle him." Frank Longbottom shouted.
"Haha... another one thinking he can handle Lord Voldemort," he chuckled darkly. He created a large flame and shot it toward Lord Longbottom.
Frank blocked his attack with a pile of debris around him.
"Reducto," Frank cried out.
"Protego Maxima," Frank blocked.
"Concidito caput," Voldemort struck again.
"Vocate praesidium," Frank tried to block another attack.
After two more attacks, Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, and another Longbottom fell to the ground.
He was a bit exhausted from using his powers, but he could finish off the Longbottoms. He ascended the stairs. He saw Alice Longbottom trying to leave through a large window.
"Reducto," he blasted the entire window.
"Hello. Are you alright, dear?" He mocked from behind.
"Succendam pectus suum," Alice cast a powerful curse toward his chest.
He cast a powerful protection charm, but it still left a small slash on his chest. It made him angrier than ever.
"Here, you will die. Avada Kedavra."
A green light, and all the adult Longbottoms were finished. Finally, he saw the child foretold by the prophecy. He didn't want to waste more time, as anyone could come to this ruin at any moment. He didn't have any more energy left to fight. He wanted to end this quickly. He approached the crib. The babe was eyeing him curiously, and he had tears in his eyes. He didn't feel anything seeing the small child crying. He had killed numerous children. Lord Voldemort didn't have any feelings.
"Avada Kedavra." The curse hit the child's forehead, but before he could react, it rebounded back, and everything went black.
Nov 01, 1981
James and Lily had a rough night. After performing a ritual, they were exhausted from weeping on each other's shoulders. James woke up and extracted himself from Lily's bed. Lily seemed to know about his movements; her eyes also opened.
"Sorry," he muttered.
He walked toward the bathroom as the fireplace flared, but then quickly extinguished. Someone was trying to access their Floo. Lily also noticed this and took her wand from the bedside, ready for a fight. James allowed the person to access the Floo by deactivating the ward around it. Finally, the face of Sirius Black emerged from it.
"Prongs, it's an emergency. The Longbottoms are dead. Don't leave the Fidelius charm. I'll be there shortly."
Sirius Black's head disappeared. The Potters remained speechless. Their friends were dead? What about Peter? Could Peter have betrayed them? He couldn't do that, could he? He was always the insecure one, but they were like brothers, weren't they?
This time, Sirius Black's whole body emerged from the fireplace.
"I'll kill that rat! He's destroyed all of us. When I find him, I'll kill him, Prongs," Sirius muttered, pacing around the hall like a madman.
"Sit down, Sirius. Just calm down, mate. Tell us the whole story," James said, taking Sirius and guiding him into a chair.
"Here, drink this," Lily offered a small vial of calming draught, and Sirius drank it.
"Okay, tell the whole story," James inquired.
"Augusta, Frank, and Alice were killed yesterday by Voldemort. They're all dead. Even Voldemort has vanished. His robe and wand were found at Neville's crib. Unspeakables found traces of the Killing curse around the whole area. Only Neville survived. He has a scar on his forehead. People are calling him the Boy Who Lived. They're praising the Longbottoms. And your faces are on wanted posters all over Diagon Alley. Severus Snape was also killed last night. No one knows why. He was poisoned. Dumbledore thinks it was you who killed Severus because you found out who told the prophecy to Voldemort. Wormtail betrayed all of us," Sirius said in a rush.
James Potter was stunned; he couldn't believe what he had just heard. His brain raced, processing what had happened overnight. He found himself at the center of it all, yet he didn't know how to prove his innocence. His brain seemed to stop functioning.
"And—" Before Sirius could say anything else, James cast a silencing charm on him. It was too much to process all at once. He needed a moment to think before he heard more information.
"Here, love, sit down." Lily led him to the couch. Lily seemed as distraught as her husband, but her brain was still functioning unlike James's. She offered him the calming draught and took a seat beside him, holding him in her arms.
After five minutes of silence, James said, "Okay, thank you, love," and placed a small kiss on Lily's forehead.
"So, you're saying Snape was the one who told Voldemort the prophecy. And he was poisoned. Voldemort and the Longbottoms died because of Wormtail, and I'm being framed for their deaths. And you're saying lastly?" He removed the silencing charm from Sirius.
"And Moony is in a Ministry holding cell. Yesterday was a full moon. I was with him during the transformation, but a village girl crossed our path in the forest. Moony instantly lunged at the village girl and tore her to shreds. The Ministry took him and his werewolf form into a holding cell. He doesn't even know what he did. He might be self-pitying in the Ministry cell. He might be executed," Sirius said again in a rush. He was frantic. Due to his dog Animagus form, he had always stayed loyal to his friends. He wanted to kill Wormtail for betraying them, but he also wanted to see James. James was more important than his revenge.
"Okay, who believes I'm innocent?" James asked.
"Only Marlene, maybe Remus and me. You'll be hunted, Prongs."
James didn't say anything. Lily listened to everything they talked about and remained silent. Her former best friend was dead, and he was the one who had given Voldemort the prophecy. Her husband was facing a lifetime in Azkaban. She didn't want to live her whole life on the run. But the entire Marauder group seemed to be hunted by the law.
"Okay, what if we confess everything to the Ministry and prove our innocence?" Lily asked.
"But we have to find Wormtail," Sirius said.
"Okay, we'll find Wormtail. First, we need to get to Madam Bones or Alastor Moody. They're the only fair workers in the Ministry," Lily replied.
"Do you think they will listen?" Sirius asked.
" May be or may not be. But if we stay hidden they will assume we have fled and they will not listen later." Lily said." But we have to take a risk. We can address them to administrate the veritaserum".
"And we can free Remus; he can't be executed," Sirius added.
"Okay. Let's go, Prongs. We'll confess to Madam Bones. Do you have the Invisibility Cloak?" Sirius asked.
James only nodded.He had a feeling it will end badly.
"Let's go," Sirius said..
A/N : Some might say why I kill Severus Snape? Reason one, He is a complex character i can't write about him more than two line. And Another thing is I dont like him. Teacher should be encouraging not Bullying. And another thing is In this story No one will be Middle (Grey side). No one will get sympathy. And Sorry It will be Dark harry Potter story.