October 31st, 1981, Godric's Hollow

The muggles infested the streets, dragging their spawn from door to door begging for sugary sweets. They dressed in their awful interpretation of witches, demons, and other creatures of the night. None aware of what true fear looked like.

Even now they walked by him and simply looked up in awe at his visage. They offered compliments to him. How realistic his mask looked, how jealous they were of his makeup, how he must have been a professional. It sickened him, and only made him want to end his task for the night that much faster. It wouldn't do to start killing this plague indiscriminately and have those pesky aurors come and ruin his plan. Besides, once this child of prophecy was dealt with, he would have plenty of time to rid the world of this vermin.

He stopped to think for a moment. He would need to keep a few of them alive, he reasoned. Without any of these beasts of burden, who would provide the labor they would need in the future. Sure, the mudbloods and blood-traitors could do it, but he had other plans for those. Oh yes, he could ponder that later, at the moment he needed to attend to a small matter. Once this was accomplished, he would join his most trusted at the Longbottom's and make absolutely sure that any possibility of the prophecy coming true was destroyed long before it became a problem.

The crowd thinned as the cloaked figure approached the only house not swarmed by obnoxious families. From the window, two figures could be seen playing with a baby, oblivious to the end that was nearing their home. The figure opened the gate and stepped into the Potter property. Obviously, this triggered a ward as one of the figures turned around and looked out the window. He quickly waved at the other resident of the house, and she immediately grabbed the child and headed up the stairs.

"Ah, no matter, there is no escape from what comes next," the figure said as it continued its approach toward the front door. "If perhaps they had chosen their friends better, this would have been more difficult, but I will enjoy toying with them."

He was unsurprised to see the front door get thrown open to the sound of "Expelliarmus, stupefy, incarcerous" no doubt James Potter's time as an auror helped in his speed, but it still was no match for the decades of studying and sacrifice the Dark Lord had committed to his magic both offensive and defensive. Three simple flicks of the wrist were enough to deflect the spells at the tip of his wand.

"Run Lily, its him!" shouted James from the door as he set himself in an excellent dueler's form. Unfortunately for him, this was not a duel, this was simply the end.

"I gave you plenty of opportunities to Join my ranks and actually make something out of yourself, I even would have allowed your mudblood wife a place in our future. All that was thrown away as you spat in my face and opposed me at every turn. It is why you are to blame for the complete annihilation of the Potter bloodline," monologued the Dark Lord as he lazily deflected any and all spells coming his way, "now it is your turn and shortly your boy's. Avada Keda"

Lord Voldemort, the most terrifying Dark Lord in recent history watched in rage as his wand arm fell from the remaining stub. He looked toward James who seemed as shocked as he himself was furious.

Voldemort summoned his wand back to his left hand and turned about to scan for whomever cast the severing charm at his hand, only to find a crude mask of himself upon a figure with his wand aimed directly at him.

The figure seemed to be relaxed against the gate of the property, wearing a dark robe not too different from his own. An insignia prominently displayed upon his left breast declared him a Potter. His robe, however, had a belt with pouches wrapped around his waist, and a small rat which was struggling to escape while tied to the man's belt by its tail. The mask showed Voldemort's face but with his eyes crossed out, drool coming from his mouth and a faint toothbrush mustache upon the middle of his upper lip.

Further enraged, the Dark Lord began casting a series of curses and charms meant to maim and destroy the extremities of the newcomer. He wanted to keep him alive to torture him for the rest of his days. How dare a bug like him cut off his arm? It would take him hours to perform the ritual to undo this minor inconvenience. Also, it wouldn't do to have his Death Eaters see him in this weakened state. This man had pushed all his plans back by at least a day. If it was anything else but this, he would simply kill the bastard and leave it at that, but this? This required a much more careful touch. Killing him will not be enough, no, maybe a month or two of nonstop torture would allow him the sweet release of death.

"You do know you haven't hit me once, right?" called the irritating man.

It was then that he noticed that his opponent was deflecting all his spells with ease. This was also noticed by James who had been frozen in shock at the door, who decided to aid whoever was fighting Voldemort.

"Stupefy, Bombarda, Depulso, Diffindo, Impedimenta, Confrigo," on and on the oldest Potter went, but even with most of his focus on the newcomer, Voldemort managed to deflect all of James' spells. James was no fool, he didn't expect to land a hit on their tormentor. He only hoped to provide an opening for the other man to finish off what many had thought impossible. Unfortunately, the stranger did not capitalize on the opportunity he was being given, instead he wasted time giving him a thumbs up.

"You're doing great James," the masked man shouted, "but don't worry, I've got Tommy boy handled."

Being called this of course infuriated the Dark Lord. He had left that name behind him. Who was this man to call him by his idiotic muggle father's name? And to say he would handle him? No this would not do. Tonight, he would make sure every Potter would die. His wand began glowing a sickly green color as he called for his signature spell, "Avada Kedavra!"

For the second time in one night, he had failed to kill his target with the same spell that had brought the country to its knees. His opponent had simply summoned a section of the fence base. Pieces of brick shot off like shrapnel all around the area, but his target was no longer there. Voldemort decided he would stop playing with his food and just go all out. He was beginning to feel fear, especially after having checked and confirmed that there were new anti-apparition wards around the area. He extended his magic to check where the interloper had gone to. This was more effective than a simple revealing spell as it by passed invisibility cloaks and disillusionment charms without needing any spoken words or wand movements.

He picked up James attempting to move towards his blind side but could not find the mystery Potter. As he grew frustrated at the situation, he decided to take it out on the remaining Potter only to be kicked in the gut by the reappearing form of his new nemesis. It seemed he wasn't the only one who could cloak himself in shadow.

"Nice try Tom, but your fight is with me," came the now hated voice.

"I don't even know who you are, step aside and I'll grant you wealth and power at my side!" He proposed while thinking of the best way to kill the man. Not a second later, his proposal was answered by a swift jab to the throat.

"Why would I follow you?" asked the mystery man, "you're pathetic," punch to the side of the head, "you're weak," kick to the groin, "you believe a baby can defeat you," kidney shot, "and you're a fucking loser," spartan kick to the chest.

"You're losing to muggle street fight moves," he taunted, "you haven't even realized who I am! And don't worry, you never will." With that, the man flicked his wand back into his hand and cast the same spell Voldemort had failed using twice today.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort attempted once more to apparate away, he could almost feel the wards breaking under his magic, but the spell reached him before he could, his final act was to send his familiar with orders to Bellatrix. She would know what to do. With that, the remaining unnatural magic in his body exploded in bright light concealing the wraith that left the decaying body behind.

TFACC

James blinked away the blinding light and the following spots after the magical explosion that had dropped both him and the mystery man on their ass. Quickly regaining his senses, James scrambled for his wand to point it at the newcomer. He was grateful to the man for ridding the world of the Dark Lord, but he would not trust anyone easily.

The masked man got up and brushed off the debris from his body using his hand, "You know James, you really do look a lot like me, but I still have my mother's eyes, so at least I got that going for me."

This only helped to further confuse him, who was this man?

As if reading his mind, the man took off the now shredded Voldemort mask to reveal a second James Potter but with piercing green eyes. Eyes he had seen just a moment ago before this whole fiasco began.

"So, you take off your Voldemort mask only to show that you're glamoured to look like me?" he asked his doppelganger, wand still at the ready.

"Look I'd rather explain this one to Lily and you but we both know you wont let me within a mile of her without knowing I'm safe," he began, "the only problem is that you will not believe me when I tell you so grab a seat an let me take you on a tale about who I am and what brought me to here and now."

"Cut the crap, just drop the glamour and tell me who you are!"

"Jeez Prongs, lighten up, we just killed the Dark Fucker," at the sign of the auror's wand lighting up an angry red he raised his hands and answered the question, "OK, OK, you won't believe me but I'm Harry James Potter born July 31st 1980 to James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, I have traveled back in time to save my parents from the psychopath and hopefully prevent the complete annihilation of wizards of 2010."

James maintained his wand pointed at the alleged time traveler but responded, "do you think I'm an Idiot? Time travel can't be achieved over such a long length of time, plus that doesn't explain how you got past the fidelius to enter our home?"

"Oh, see that's much easier to explain," Harry responded and quickly began untying the rat from his belt, "you see since I'm from the future, I know that Wormtail is your actual secret keeper, and that my lovely godfather, Padfoot, convinced you to choose this idiot instead of himself. I of course also know that you three are animagus and therefore could keep this piece of shit from transforming or running away. Due to that knowledge, I found, bound, interrogated, and finally imprisoned him before I could come here and daringly save my father, mother, and myself."

"OK, I admit that some of your knowledge is impressive, however you could have found that information while 'interrogating' Peter," James retorted.

"Stupid auror training, Moody probably made you this damn paranoid didn't he," Harry answered, "fine, no one would make this up, when I went to Hogwarts in 1991, my potions professor was Severus Snape and he hated me for being your son. He hated you for saving his life and for stealing Lily, my mother, from him."

James finally brought his wand down and began laughing, "you're right no one would make that up, OK say that I believe you…"

"Is it true that you're my son?" a soft voice interrupted James coming from the threshold to Potter Cottage, she must have heard the last part of the conversation just now Harry thought to himself.

Green eyes met green, and Harry finally started to do what he promised he wouldn't, he teared up, "yes mom, its me."

"But how, time travel as we know it is very limited, and oh my god that's not important, why are you here, what made you take on that mad man with just the two of you?" Lily rushed past James and gave Harry a hug.

"Lily, wait! It could all be a trap!" shouted James.

"Hush, this is my boy, a mother just knows, but my god Harry, you seem older than we are, how old are you?"

"I'm 32," he answered with tears in his eyes.

"How did you travel back 30 years? Are you alone? Did anyone come back with you? You're not hurt are you? My god James put the wand down, this is Harry, look at his eyes, feel his magic, it's the exact same as our little boy's upstairs."

Harry looked down and away from his mother, "through a lot of sacrifice and two very intelligent witches that must be running around in diapers about now. I'm sorry but could we not get into that right now, I just had the worst travel followed by the most terrifying fight of my life."

James perked up at that comment, "terrifying? You wiped the floor with him, you didn't let him do a single thing to you or me. How was that terrifying?"

Harry smiled at his too-young-father, "could we take this inside? I'm exhausted."

"Fine, I don't think you're a threat to the family and Lily will castrate me if I deny you entry," he responded, which earned him a glare from his wife.

The three Potters entered the cottage. Lily basically dragged Harry to a couch while James fetched the tea. After everyone got a serving of calming tea Harry answered the earlier question, "I was lucky to beat him as quickly as I did. Mostly it was his own hubris that was his downfall.

"He believed to be coming here to prevent the prophecy and his only opponents would be a non-issue, no offense," James waved him off, "he never believed that someone else would get the drop on him. That added with me calling him by his actual name, showing him Peter, and wearing that mask made him too pissed off to think calmly. Furthermore, the bastard was already going insane, and I don't mean just because he was an evil bastard, he was actually going insane. Well, that resulted in an easier fight for me. And if that wasn't enough, using his own spell, created by him, against him and anti-apparition wards from the 2000s, it kept him completely off balance and gave me an easy victory. I was afraid that he would keep his composure and manage to kill you."

Lily managed to choke out, "you mean like he did before?"

Harry was surprised, but he should have seen it coming, the smartest witch of her age would be able to derive information from only partial data. He nodded, "yes he killed you two today."

James still not completely convinced wanted to verify his story some more, "if he killed us trying to get to you, how did you survive?"

"Do you have pensive?" he asked which was met with double shakes of their heads, "well, I can show you with Dumbledore's pensive later, but I do remember today, James bravely fought him off for a moment trying to give Lily and I time to escape, unfortunately you died by the AK that I stopped him from casting a moment ago. He then came up to my room where my mom begged for my life. He even asked her to move aside since he had promised Severus Snape to let her live," that comment had a profound effect on both of the younger Potters.

"Did he think I would run to his arms because he asked the bastard to spare… wait, the fucker KNEW?!" Lily yelled. "He knew he was coming and decided to not tell us? And you remember all of this? You're only one!"

"I'm sorry Lily, but its worse than that. He is the one that heard the prophecy outside of the room at the Hog's Head. He is the one that took the information to that manipulative bastard, and I only remember that because being around dementors forces me to remember this day," explained Harry.

"Wait, you said that he was your teacher in Hogwarts in 1991, how did that come to be if he's the one that basically got us killed?" asked James, seemingly holding on to the dementor information for later in the current hopes to fully understand if this was his time traveling son or something more sinister.

"Oh boy, this one might break you, but I think its important. Especially because he should be sending Hagrid here soon," he saw as Lily held her hands over her chest and James gripped the seat harder, "Dumbledore knew and allowed him to stay as his supposed spy, Dumbledore also knew that you would be attacked today, and should have sent Hagrid and Padfoot to see the aftermath, although he would send Sirius in a roundabout way. Padfoot should be here first, and then was supposed to go after this rat here," Harry fished the currently stunned rat from his pocket to the surprise of Lily and the calculating look from James.

"We need to get Moody here. Harry are you sure Sirius, and Hagrid will be coming soon?" asked James.

"Yes, Sirius comes here after not hearing from Peter for too long, since he hasn't communicated with him today either that should play out the same. Hagrid was sent to hopefully recover me if I had survived like Dumbles believed I would, so he will also arrive shortly after Sirius. And when Hagrid doesn't go to Petunia's house with me by tomorrow night, then Dumbledore will be coming to check up on me, well younger me."

"Petunia? Why on earth would you be sent to my awful sister's house?" demanded Lily.

"Look Lily, I would love to play two thousand questions with you guys right now but any answer I give will only make you have ten more, so for now let's get through the more important bits and I promise I'll tell you everything. It's not like I have anywhere else to be," he said with a pained look.

Lily simply held him harder, reminding him of the Hermione hugs he would probably never receive again and thus giving him yet another reason to shed his tears. "This is the first hug I remember receiving from you, and I'm ruining it by crying like a baby."

Lily wiped his face, "you're not ruining anything Harry, you are my baby weather its you upstairs, or you here in my arms. I don't care if you were a sixty-year-old man, you are still my baby. I can feel this urge to protect you, my magic is screaming for me to make sure you're alright."

"I'm still sorry," he said through sobs, "but after he killed you, he turned on me. He hast the killing curse and something that Dumbledore did to you and Alice made the curse bounce back and killed him. It left a scar on my forehead," he pointed to the still faint lightning bolt scar, "and made me the boy-who-lived."

Their tearful hug was interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by Sirius letting himself in, "hey Prongs, Lilypad, I'm glad you two are alright, Peter... who's this?"

"Lily, please tell Sirius I'm to be trusted, I need to hug my godfather," Harry begged his mother.

"Your godfather? Harry isn't even two yet," Sirius responded while chuckling as if this was a joke but the entire time his hand inched towards his wand.

Lily got up from the couch, not noticing how the absence of her hug left Harry feeling disappointed, "Sirius, if James told you this, I'm sure you would think is one of his idiotic jokes, however this is Harry James Potter, 32 years old and from the year 2012, he just killed Voldemort and saved our lives."

Harry tentatively got up and moved towards his godfather, "please Padfoot I haven't forgiven myself for letting you die 17 years ago, please don't turn me away. I've missed you so damn much. I never even met my parents, but you gave me my first home, my first family. There has not been a day I haven't kicked myself for causing your death. I know this is so much to take in, but I promise I can prove everything, please Padfoot," Harry didn't even notice that Sirius was already at his side hugging him like they were oldest of friends.

"I can literally feel the self-loathing radiating from you, it reminds me of me with Reggie. You can't fake that. I forgive you, I don't know what the hell happened in this insane future of yours but, it wasn't your fault. I'm sure of it, just like James and lily taught me that I didn't kill Reggie, there is no way you got me killed. Look sit down and I'm sure I can poke a thousand holes in your story as to why you didn't kill me," Sirius said as he comforted what was but a stranger a moment ago but now, he could only see as a mixture of his two best friends and therefore his godson.

"While I would love to tell the tale of the worst day of my life, we have more important things to do at the moment, namely getting ready for the shitshow that is coming. Aside from you three, myself upstairs, and maybe Moony, there is no way we can tell anyone else I'm from the future, especially not Dumbledore. He hates an uncontrolled power, and without bragging I did just put down Voldemort for the foreseeable future."

James perked up at that, "what do you mean for the foreseeable future? He is dead, I saw you AK him outside, I saw his body explode."

"He made reassurances to prevent himself from truly dying. I know how to prevent his eternal stay in the world of the living, but we need to work fast and get to work before we waste too much time. Bellatrix and Lucius have two very important artifacts that we must first destroy, and the others are scattered around the country. Sirius, if you can call Kreacher we can take our first step to ending that bastard for good."

Sirius looked dumbfounded, "really the first step requires that disgusting little elf?"

"Look this should prove somethings to you all, and this knowledge is something that no one but me from the future would have, so please trust me."

Sirius still looked skeptical but went along with it anyways, "Kreacher!"

A loud pop was heard, and an ancient looking elf popped in wearing filthy rags over his wrinkled body, "what does filthy blood-traitor master need poor Kreacher for? And in the presence of a filthy mudblood and a second blood-traitor," upon looking towards Harry Kreacher's eyes bulged out a bit. "And why does poor Kreacher's magic react to this man as if he was a master of Kreacher's?"

Harry quickly put two and two together and quickly did what he believed he must, "Kreacher, I forbid you from telling any member of your house or their friends or family about my existence, even giving hints or pushing others to find out about me is forbidden. Do you understand?"

Kreacher glared at Harry and managed to say through clenched teeth, "Kreacher understands master."

Sirius was yet again shocked, this gave some credence to Harry's story and now he felt better about believing him so quickly, "ok so that was interesting, so what do you want with this awful thing?"

Harry quickly composed himself and attempted to sound more friendly towards Kreacher, "please go and fetch the locket that Regulus attempted to destroy, I can destroy it for you."

Kreacher's jaw hung loose for a moment and his eyes watered, "you can fulfill young master's last command?"

Harry nodded and Kreacher quickly popped away before returning with a beautiful silver locket prominently showing a snake motif on its front. Sirius regained his train of thought, "Harry what does Regulus have to do with any of this?"

"Sirius please sit down for this," Sirius knowing that the surprises today warranted sitting down decided to quickly do so and readied himself for whatever surprise his thirty-two-year-old godson was about to drop on him next. "Thank you, you see Regulus only followed the Dark Twat because of his mother," Sirius scoffed at that, knowing how much of an understatement it was, "but once Voldyshorts used Kreacher to perform a task for him, Regulus uncovered something that would make him betray the Death Eaters in the end."

Sirius jumped to his feet, "you mean he didn't die a death eater? Then how did he die?"

Harry thought of how best to answer this, "no Reggie learned of the terrible method snake-face was using to keep himself alive forever. He died retrieving that from the dark-cunt's hiding hole."

"Reggie, why didn't you come to me for help?" he asked the air, "Hmph, I know why, becausee I was a damn right bastard to you till the end, please forgive me Reggie."

Harry understood what Sirius was going through, but he soldiered on in telling the tale, "Regulus found that their leader was creating a way to keep himself immortal. Ways that required an act of remorseless murder of an innocent. Usually a child, a mother, the kindest souls that he could find. With that act of true evil, his soul would be fractured and a shard of his soul could then be hidden away in an object, such as a locket," everyone looked at the locket in Kreacher's hands, "Reggie was asked to provide aid to The dark fuck face, so he sent his elf. Voldemort had him drink some potion to test out and had almost killed Kreacher in doing so. When Kreacher returned weakened by the potion, Regulus asked Kreacher to show him where it was. He then gave his life so that Kreacher could leave with the item," he said while pointing towards the locket, "and then have it destroyed, but no matter what Kreacher could not bypass the magic that safeguarded the artifact. But I know of three ways to destroy it and we can do two of them right now."

Kreacher's eyes once again began to water, he had hope that he would not fail his master for much longer.

"This again is where you need to trust me and listen to what I'm about to say," he waited to get nods from the other three before continuing, "I will have to speak parseltounge to get it opened, when I do, strong mind magic WILL try to turn us against the other, if you feel you're too exhausted or need some time I understand but when you are all ready we will open it and either cast the killing curse on the locket or cast fiendfyre upon it. Nothing else short of basilisk venom can destroy it."

James yelled, "are you insane? Fiendfyre? Those cursed flames will destroy the house and everyone in it, and I doubt we could cast the killing curse if we're getting mentally manipulated."

"James, I understand where you're coming from but I have done this before and it is the only way. I'd rather not have to fight the basilisk again if I can help it and I am confident in your abilities. Please just be ready, we can do this outside, and I'll be closet having the most risk come to me instead of you all."

"No!" shouted Lily, "I hate this, you lost your parents, your godfather, and something so awful happened that the only way to solve it was to go back in time 30 years! Why must you be the one at risk? I can do it instead."

Harry looked to his mom, why was she so decided on making him bawl his eyes out today, "Lily, only someone that speaks parseltounge can open it but don't worry, I trust you three with my life."

Lily looked resolved, "Harry I promise to never let you down again."

Harry nodded, "Kreacher please bring the locket to the front of the house, and we will accomplish Regulus last wish."

Kreacher quickly followed the order. The others followed behind and surrounded Harry, Kreacher and the locket. "Ready?" he asked the trio "Do not hesitate, once it is open immediately cast the curse," Harry instructed.

Everyone's resolve could be easily seen on their face, they were concentrating on this artifact as if it would bite them the second they looked away, when they heard the awful hiss coming from Harry § open §

Immediately the locket opened, and black smoke poured out of it. Harry could see James' face pale, he began shaking. He attempted to cast the spell, but he could not form the words. Sirius was no better. His wand dropped to the ground and was quickly followed by Sirius dropping to his knees, apologizing to Regulus non-stop. Harry himself was having trouble with the images he was seeing. Hermione scowled at him bleeding from her arm, Luna missing her legs was crawling to him, "you did this to us, had we never followed you, we could have been safe, you led to us to pain and misery."

Harry tried to get his occlumency shields back down, but instead the smoke transformed into Teddy, sweet 10-year-old Teddy, hanging from two spikes that pierced his shoulders, "you couldn't stop at getting my parents killed? You had to get me tortured as well? I wish you would have died instead of Sirius, at least he was a good godfather."

The smoke finally cleared up as Lily's spell connected, her eyes red from spilling tears. The three men attempted to clean themselves up, having cried themselves. They all thanked Lily and walked back inside. Kreacher had calming draughts for everyone waiting for them once they got inside. Sirius went for one but stopped, remembering who exactly had just gotten the potions.

Kreacher understood the hesitation, "forgive old Kreacher master Black, I understand your hesitation. Kreacher promises that all four calming draughts are that and nothing more. Kreacher can never thank master's friend Lily enough for destroying the locket."

Lily again, decided that it was up to her to show forgiveness, compassion, and courage and chugged her potion quickly calming down from the horrible experiences that had almost destroyed her family today as well as completely flipped their perception of reality on its head.

The other three quickly drank their potions and sat in silence around the coffee table. Sirius seemed to be trying and failing to form the words necessary to ask the questions that were burning inside him. Before he could finally settle on something to ask, there was a knock at the door. James, Sirius, and Lily had their wands in their hands immediately and all faced the door.

"Harry, is it safe?" came a feminine voice.

"Yes, hold on one moment," he called out. He then turned to his family and explained, "to answer another question from earlier, no I did not come alone. You're about to meet my wife."

With that he walked towards the door and opened it. He was immediately accosted by a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She checked him from head to toe, looking for anything broken or damaged, any blood, anything that showed that he might be hurt. "You're ok, can I assume that everything worked out? Oh hi Mrs. and Mr. Potter, I'm Daphne Potter nee Greengrass. It's a pleasure meeting all of you. And this must be Sirius Black. Harry has told me so much about you Mr. Black."

Sirius just put his hands in the air, "I'm done being surprised today, apparently my godson from the future killed Voldyshorts, my brother died a fucking hero, we destroyed some evil artifact that showed me my second family hating me, and my godson has the hottest wife ever. Sure, why not."

Lily smacked Sirius, "behave. It's a pleasure to meet you Daphne, but you don't have to call me Mrs. Potter, you can call me Lily. Its odd to see someone my age call me Mrs. Potter; it makes me feel like I'm in trouble."

James smirked, "perfect Lily Evans in trouble? Never."

Lily laughed, and it sounded like a melody to Harry, "You're right, Lily Evens never got in trouble, but Lily Potter has already helped in her share of pranks with you four."

Her last comment had James jump up, "where is Peter?"

Harry fished him out of his pocket once more and placed him on the floor, he forced him to turn back into a human and cast a spell to prevent his animagus abilities from working.

Daphne looked on in disgust, "I have two others outside under notice me not charms and heavily secured. They're the ones that set up the original anti-apparition wards. Just throw him in with them and we can deal with them once we have everything under control."

"Damn pup, a hottie, apparently great with a wand, and intelligent? Where do I get one like her?" Sirius tried and failed to whisper to only Harry.

Daphne noticed the emotions start to overwhelm Harry again after hearing Pup for the first time in almost two decades. To get attention away from her beloved she used her trademarked icy stare on Harry's godfather, "sorry Sirius, I'm one of a kind, and my mother, Isabella Greengrass should be happily married with Cyrus Greengrass at this point in time."

Sirius' ears turned red, "sorry Daphne, didn't mean to offend."

"You're forgiven, now we have things to do so I can properly meet the in-laws later. Lily, your house is lovely. You'll have to help us get a house of our own later and decorate it," Lily beamed at the praise and odd chance to help her daughter-in-law.

Harry levitated the still unconscious Peter and took him towards the notice me not area Daphne had set up. He smirked to himself, of course it was keyed so that he could easily see it. Daphne always thought of everything. He unceremoniously dropped Peter on top of the other two death eaters, noticing that neither of them were important enough for him to know their identities.

"Hey James, is everything alright? Dumbledore sent me ter check up on yeh an' your family," cam a very familiar voice from beyond the fence.

Harry smiled at the large man, "sorry big guy, I'm James' cousin, not James. The name is Harry Charles Potter, I came to visit James, his wife and my little mini-me. I even had my eyes changed to look like his." Harry said, trying to keep with the story they had come up with.

"Come on in, I'm sure James and Lily will be happy to see you," he waved Hagrid over as he stepped into the cottage.

Lily and James shared a look as they saw Hagrid squeeze through the threshold. Another thing that Harry was right about. Thankfully they also heard Harry's excuse as to why he was there.

"Hey Hagrid," called out James.

"Its nice to see you Hagrid," said Lily as she went to get a big hug from the gentle Giant.

Hagrid was careful to hug Lily without hurting her, once he put her down he responded to their greetings, "Its nice ter see all o' yeh, i jus met Harry out there. Good lad. Dumbledore said I should come check on yeh. Ter see if everything was alright. He said yeh might have gotten attacked today. I'm glad ter see thats not the case."

James had to make use of his occlumency lessons to not cuss out the old bastard. Harry had been right, Dumbledore did know about the attack, "you might want to get him Hagrid. There is something important I need to talk to him about."

Hagrid seemed to be confused but since he didn't see any attack there was no reason to pick up Harry Potter. And thing seemed to be well under hand. "Alright, i'll go get 'im, it was nice meeting yeh harry. An' yeh too miss."

Daphne waved at the gentle giant, "alright, um.. James, could you please get a hold of Alastor Moody, Sirius, could you get, and trust us on this, Rita Skeeter, and finally Lily please get the entirety of the Longbottoms here?"

James had immediately gone to take care of his part, Sirius was too surprised by everything else to be surprised about this too and decided to just trust whatever these two said, and Lily was immediately on the floo trying to get a hold of Alice.

TFACC

It took roughly an hour for everyone to convene at the Potter Cottage. Alice and the rest of her family were quick to come along, especially after Lily told them that they were just attacked and that they had heard that the Longbottoms were going to be targeted soon as well.

Thankfully with Hagrid being the slowest, Dumbledore was also the last to arrive with a few members of the Order of the Phoenix in tow. He looked around to see a flash from Rita's photographer go off on his face.

"Albus Dumbledore, is it true that you-know-who is dead? The Potters are adamant on being targeted by him, and that along with their visiting cousin and his wife they managed to take down the most dangerous Dark Lord in recent history. They pointed out that with your training and some luck they were able to defeat the Dark Lord, could you please expand on that," she quickly asked before he could get his bearing.

Dumbledore's mind was racing, sure he expected Harry to survive the encounter but all of them? And who was this visiting cousin? This threw an erumpent horn into his brewing cauldron, "I'm sorry my dear, you'll have to excuse me while I get my facts checked first."

Dumbledore was quick to walk towards the group of aurors surrounding a pile of bodies on the garden of Potter cottage strange, I would have figured Peter to be more evasive than that, he thought.

"James, Sirius, Lily, is everything alright. I had heard that there was a possibility of you and many other families getting attacked. I had to split up the Order to try and have some reinforcements as quickly as possible if anything were to happen, but it seems you had reinforcements already here," he said while nodding towards the raven-haired man and blonde woman speaking to Sirius.

Harry approached, "you must be Dumbledore, Hogwarts' principle, right? I'm glad I was here to help out little cousin Jamie with his dark wizard problem, Voldyshorts was not a big of a threat as everyone made him out to be though, took him out in a jiffy."

Dumbledore was surprised at how similar this man was to James, the American accent was very off putting, however. Although he was surprised to see Lily's eyes when he looked at him.

"Forgive me, did you say that you took Voldemort out?" he asked the American.

Harry looked at a large scorch mark on the ground, "yeah me and James had to use our combined powers to take him out, James managed to cut his arm off, you can see it over there," everyone especially the aurors turned to where he pointed, "and then I use that fancy AK that your government considers too dangerous to allow your Police, or Aurors, to use and he exploded like a damn piñata."

Dumbledore was not happy with this, little Harry would not be the child or prophecy if he was not marked. Unless, of course, he was marked at a later time. He was sure that Tom had ways to maintain himself alive so the chance of them meeting again was still there. But this new Potter could become an issue. Well, for now, he should focus on information gathering, "that's very impressive young man, could you please give us your memory to see what exactly happened?"

Harry shook his head, "sorry Mr. Dumbledore but we used family magic belonging to the Potter and Black families, we can't show you unless we remove all traces of that information first, and by then the memory would be useless to you anyways."

Albus was not happy to hear this, especially since he himself had helped pass laws to protect family magic from being stolen by others, but that didn't mean he couldn't take a quick peak, he looked into Harry's eyes and… was promptly thrown on his ass but a moment later, chains sprung up from the floor to hold him down. He looked up to see a very angry red light shinning from the tip of Harry's wand, "don't you ever attempt to use legilimency on me again old man."

He looked around to see that everyone had their wands out aimed at everyone else, the blonde, the potters, and the Longbottoms had their wands all trained on him and his order, the order had all their wands trained on Harry, while the aurors had their wands pointed at everyone. Rita Skeeter was gleefully writing down who knows what, while her dicta-quill moved at incredible speed on its own paper. He needed to take control of the situation, "do forgive an old man for his foolishness. Voldemort has been a problem for our entire country for too long. I just wanted to make sure that he would no longer be a problem to us. I agree that it was foolish and reckless and vow to never do it again."

With that, everyone started to put their wands away and Harry walked away from him. Now that he had tested the man, he would not do so again lightly. His occlumency shields were impressive, and his reaction time, power, and determination were beyond what he could have expected from anyone Harry's age. Silent casting, multiple spells at once, and speed that gave Dumbledore no time to react, this man would be an issue going forward.

He was helped up by Elphias Doge and Hagrid after being released by the chains, "as a show of good will, I would like to give you my thanks publicly and put your name and James' down to receive an order of Merlin, first class for ridding us of the terror darkening our entire way of life for the last decade."

Harry ignored him, but James had to act the part, "thank you headmaster, I apologize for Harry's behavior, but you must understand. He was raised in America and does not take kindly to getting his mind violated."

Albus had his twinkle back in full force, "think nothing of it my boy, I'll endeavor to understand young harry and his American ways to prevent further misunderstandings. Well, it seems that everything here is under control, and that the Longbottoms are safe too. I shall go and check up on other locations that may need our help. I'll let you know if we need assistance. A powerful wizard like any of you would turn the tides of most encounters."

"Sure thing Albus, I hope to see you soon under better circumstances," responded Lily while waving goodbye to the man she once trusted and the rest of the Order.

TFACC

It was yet another hour before the aurors and unspeakable had taken all their evidence and left. Rita Skeeter had badgered everyone until Harry took her aside and had a private conversation with her. She was not an issue after that. Now the living room of Potter Cottage was extended to fit the Longbottoms, the Potters, and Sirius.

James and Lily got everyone coffee or tea depending on their preferences, then sat on the love seat in the center of the large crowd, "well, it seems that we have some things to discuss."

Daphne interrupted James, "I'm sorry can I go get Cyrus and Isabella, this is important to them as well, and I'll need Harry to convince them of that. Or in case they get rowdy."

James deflated, this would be bigger than he expected, "alright. If you feel that its important, we can wait a moment."

The rest simply waited, if this man was strong enough to kill Voldemort and overpower Dumbledore, they wanted to keep on his good side.

Harry led Daphne to the fireplace where he let her take the lead, "Greengrass fields."

Daphne disappeared in a flash of green fire. He waited a second before following, wand at the ready. The fire enveloped him and the world began to spin before he stepped out to hear, "please listen to me we are not here to harm you."

"Bombarda"

Harry thought to himself, it can never be easy, before casting a protego to protect everyone from the explosive spell.

To be continued…