Chapter 2
Ever since Charles Potter could remember he was called the boy-who-lived, the savior of the wizarding world. But since the end of the tournament, people that once worshiped or praised him now have their backs turned on him, all because he told the truth. Voldemort has returned and it is only a matter of time before he strikes out. Why couldn't the peons that worshiped him handle the truth? Charles growled as he looked out the window of his room.
He couldn't concentrate on his summer tutor lecture, even if she is also his girlfriend. Hermione Granger reminded a lot of his mother and she is the most plain girl in all of his year. The only reason he's dating her is so that he can get good grades. All he needed to do is to take her on a few dates, give her some gifts, and compliment her. A good deal for him so his mom won't complain about his grades. The only reason why he needed tutoring is because he got a Troll on his final History of Magic Exam.
"Charles are you listening to me," Hermione asked sternly.
"Sorry Professor Granger, I had a lot on my mind," Charles admitted as he playfully teased Hermione.
"Fudges campaign to discredit you and Dumbledore must be getting to you," Hermione sympathetically said.
Charles flinched from the sympathy, he is the boy-who-lived he doesn't need sympathy, but he wisely held his tongue, and replied, "That and my parents have been acting weird since the summer started."
This got Hermione's attention, "Weird? How?"
"They've been whispering to each other a lot, and mum let the name 'Karen' slip multiple times," Charles explained.
"Who's Karen," Hermione asked and Charles merely shrugged. "It is probably nothing. Wizards can jump to the wrong conclusion on a lot of things, like when Black escaped Azkaban and they thought he was going to go after you."
"I remember that," Charles responded, "I was constantly surrounded by 6 or more Aurors for nearly 2 years after his escape."
Meanwhile at Karen's 2 bedroom penthouse that takes up the entire top floor of her 100 story condo complex, it had an excellent view of Central Park, fancy interior, and she is in the living room, sitting on a couch wearing only her bra and panties, she managed to get her hands on some old police reports. These reports are from the non-magical side of things about the chaos of Voldemort and his goons did last time they were around. Various reports and folders are scouted all over the place as Karen studied the latest report.
Just then Sirius walked into the living room and saw Karen and as he looked away he chided her by saying, "Put on some bloody cloths girl!"
Karen didn't look up as she put down the file that she was reading and picked up another one as she read it as she replied to her dogfather, "You've seen less clothes on girls before, considering how many girls I caught you slept with over the years."
"I stand by my bloody statement," Sirius retorted.
Karen gave him a glance but continued reading.
"What got your attention kiddo," Sirius asked as he looked away from his goddaughter who is still clad in only in underwear.
"First responder reports of the muggle side of things during Lord Flight From Death first reign of terror whenever his men attacked the non magical side," Karen replied.
"We know he and his followers didn't like muggles, and they only tolerate half-bloods," Sirius said.
"True," Karen admitted, "From the records I can tell a little over 60% of the muggles that were attacked had a magical family member, usually a half-blood or muggle born relation."
"No surprise there," Sirius replied with a snort. "You are still only wearing your underwear and I'm not going to bloody say it again! Put on some bloody cloths!"
Karen smirked and used her super speed to change and Sirius turned towards Karen, who appeared to haven't moved, and he almost fell over as he saw what she was wearing now. She is wearing a two piece bikini so small that the top only covered less than a third of her breasts and the bottom was no better than a g-string that rode up her butt.
"That's not what I meant!" Sirius yelled in frustration.
"I thought you liked young girls wearing skimpy clothes," Karen replied in a teasing tone.
"Your my bloody goddaughter and I will not stand here and have you dress in such things," Sirius in a scolding tone.
Karen, who was busy studying the files, didn't look up as she casually replied, "Your scolding loses its effects when you are staring at my tits."
Sirius blinked and replied in confused tone as he looked up at her face, "Say what?"
"You were staring at my tits, again," Karen replied.
"How could you possibly know that, when you are not even looking at me," Sirius asked.
"I could hear you," Karen replied in a 'duh' tone.
"Oh right, you can hear everything," Sirius replied.
"Even with my superior senses, I don't know what Voldemort looks or sounds like," Karen stated and with a hint of disgust at the word superior. She is now wearing casual clothes, it consisted of a white, sleeveless top, with spaghetti strings over her shoulders, that showed plenty of cleavage, with a picture of the mane 6 ponies from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the top stopped just above her belly button, and black shorts that came down to her calves.
Sirius snorted as he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and yelled out, "Where do you keep the alcohol?"
"Still underage," came Karen's simple response.
"I don't understand the Americans high drinking age," Sirius said as he closed the fridge and opened a bottle of Coke, "Your father and I had our first taste of alcohol when we were 15."
"Drinking age is 16 in Britain," Karen replied.
"Not on the magical side, it was 15 years 9 months, and we had ours when your father turned 15," came his response.
"I'll add that to the list of illegal things that you and me dad had done," came Karen's reply in a purposely bad Scottish accent.
"I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations have passed on that one," Sirius stated. "Anyway, I know how old snake arse fights, I've seen him fight plenty of times."
"Is that before or after you slept with the Queen of England," came Karen's sarcastic tone.
"Very funny," Sirius said in a mock hurt tone. "I'm pretty sure I imagined the whole thing. About half-a-decade in Azkaban, I lost some of my sanity."
"In order to lose something you must of have had it to begin with," Karen shot at Sirius.
Sirius used his free hand to cover his heart and jokingly respond , "I'm hurt Karen, so very hurt. Is it pick on the ex-convict day or something."
Not waiting for response, Sirius replied in a serious tone, "All joking aside, I'm here because I still have friends over there and they say the current Minister of Magic is denying his return, while at the same time gutting the Auror department."
"It sounds like he is somehow in his pocket," Karen replied.
"It's no secret that he routinely takes bribes from the chief Death Eater, Malfoy Senior," Sirius said as he walked over into the living room and plopped down on the same couch Karen is on, causing many files to scatter, while he was drinking from his Coke.
"I think I have something," Karen said as she is looking in a folder.
Sirius took a peek inside of it and saw a wizarding parchment and written in fancy cursive, 'If you want to know more about the Dark Lord, meet me at Belvedere Castle at midnight. Signed a friend. P.S. bring the mutt.'
"Looks suspicious," Karen stated.
Sirius smirked and said, "I recognize the handwriting. I trust her, she was one of the ones who helped me escape Azkaban and help set up a trial here in the US."
"So it's legit?" Karen asked.
"She wouldn't go so far if she wasn't serious," came his response.
"That's your name, don't wear it out."
"I will admit that I walked into that one."
Several hours later at midnight. Inside the iconic Central Park there is a small replica of a castle where Karen and Sirius, dressed in conspicuous clothes, a woman about Sirius age, at average height, wearing a full body trench coat approached them.
"Sirius, Karen Potter," the woman greeted them.
"It's Starr now," Karen corrected.
"My mistake," came her response.
"Amelia Bones, you wouldn't have come to the colonies if it wasn't so…urgent," Sirius stated.
"It isn't," the now identified Amelia responded, "What I'm about to tell you isn't official as he hasn't declared the Dark Lord has returned, but there are signs."
"What kind of signs," Karen asked.
"Werewolves, vampires and other dark creatures have been flocking to the British Isles in mass, since the end of the Triwizard tournament, mysterious disappearances that matches the description of a standard Death Eater raid, among others," Bones replied, "Since the recent budget cuts my department is under equipped with the increase in criminal activity."
"So why come to us," Karen asked.
"Two reasons," Bones admitted, "I know your company has a secret department that managed to combine magic and technology, I want you to loan us some of the equipment, and two there is a prophecy that concerns the Dark Lord and his possible defeat."
"You believe that it involves me," Karen stated more than asked.
"Indeed," Amelia responded, "I managed to have the Unspeakables let me listen to the entire prophecy. It goes, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark the child as his equal, but the child 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.'"
"I can understand why you might think it's me, all things considered," Karen said, "So why does the old man think it's my brother, since he was born in November?"
"January wasn't always considered the start of the year," Amelia replied back.
"April Fools," Karen mumbled to herself as she slapped her forehead in frustration.
"I'm lost," Sirius admitted in confusion.
"Ancient calendars, like the Roman or the Hindus had their New Year on or around April 1, until 1582, the Pope ordered the New Year to be on January 1st," Karen explained.
"And Charles was born close to midnight on November 30th," Sirius stated. "The prophecy said that he would mark the child as his equal and Karen doesn't have a mark on her."
"Not all marks are physical you man child," Amelia said, "I used to look after Karen when she was still a toddler and I saw her perform some impressive accidental magic."
"You think the mark is my inability to use magic," Karen asked with a raised eyebrow and her arms wrapped around her body, just below her bust line.
"I think it damaged your magical core and if you had seen a proper healer after that night, you might have still be able to use magic," Amelia replied.
Karen sighed and said, "Even after nearly 15 years that night still comes back in the ass sometimes. In a way I think it was for the best."
"Moving on," Sirius interjected, "Is there anything else you want to add."
"Yes," Amelia admitted, "I was going through some paperwork from my predecessor, from that time, he had a man on the inside who discovered how he became attached to this plane of existence. Sirius I need access to your brothers personal items that I know you stashed somewhere."
Sirius merely raised his eyebrows at that.
The next evening in England, Voldemort is having a meeting with his 6 remaining living and loyal inner circle, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Snape, the Carrow siblings, and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Is everything going to plan," Voldemort asked in a menacing manner as he sat on a throne inside of the Malfoy manor.
"Yes my lord," Lucius replied, "My son has been recruiting the students of Hogwarts who will be eager to flock to you, once you made your presence known. The number of honor pledges have been slightly higher than we expected sire."
"Good," Voldemort replied. "What about Dumbledore, Severus?"
"Dumbledore has been losing his political clout, it is a matter of time that he will lose his position of Headmaster too," Snape said. "He seems uninterested in your pursuit of the eldest Potter daughter, most likely he does not have enough resources to devote towards that end."
"Who still follows him," Voldemort asked.
"Those who were in his little order from your last reign, plus a dozen or so of the younger generation, including Dumbledore's golden boy," Snape said. "He does not know that I'm only giving him information that only you want him to know."
"What is the process of getting the prophecy?" He asked as he reached for his wand.
His followers flinched at this as Narcissa nervously said, "The Unspeakables have managed to put up dwarven runes and is preventing us access. I am using my contacts in Gringotts to modify it to allow us to enter master."
"Crucio," Voldemort casted the torture curse at the matriarch of the Malfoy clan and she dropped to the ground and withered in pain, "You already lost the Black vaults. I only keep you alive because you still have some use." Before cancelling the curse.
"Thank you master," Narcissa said weekly as she slowly picked herself up and bowed towards the Dark Lord as she did.
"Soon my Death Eaters, the reign of the purebloods will be among us, all we need is to gather our forces without the so called light catching us before we are ready," Voldemort said with a smirk.
To be continued…
A/N: I altered the wording of the prophecy a little to remove the gender pronouns for the chosen child. So don't hate me.