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July 1980, three wonderful boys were born to three powerful women. These three children were born within a couple of hours of each other but over the space of two days. But these three boys were born with a heavy burden over their heads. For these three boys fit a prophecy one Sybil Trawleny told Albus Dumbledore. A prophecy that would control the future of the wizarding world. A prophecy that could save or end the wizarding world. A prophecy that put the future of the world in the hands of four children.
“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...
and the 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...”
The first of the boys was born at 11:30pm on the 30th July 1980. His parents were Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue, two amazing purebloods. The young child was named Neville Francis Longbottom and he was the apple of his parents eye. The two parents were Aurors and part of the Order of the Phoenix. So as the prophecy states, Neville was born to people who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. As soon as the baby was born, Dumbledore hid the family away for protection against the dark lord.
The second boy was born at hour later at 12:30am on the 31st July 1980. His parents were James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, a pureblood and a very powerful muggleborn. The two 20 year old decided that their child would be named Harry James Potter after Lily’s granddad and James. The boy suited that name as he looked like a miniature James but with Lily’s bright green eyes. Harry was born to two young people who were determined to end the war and bring back the peace they once knew. So they joined the order of the Phoenix as soon as they left school. So as the prophecy states, Harry was born to people who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. As soon as the baby was born, Dumbledore hid the family away for protection against the dark lord just like he had done with Neville.
The third and final boy was born at 1:17am on the 31st July 1980. But this child was a little different for no one knew who this child’s dad was, other than his mother and her best friend. That was a secret they were both planning to take to their graves. The boy's mother was called Anastasia Peverell and her best friend was Severus Snape. The woman decided her child would have nothing to do with his father and so called him Eric Severus Peverell to honour her family and her best friend. The 20 year old mother knew the troubles of the death eaters. This 20 year old mother knew the dangers of the death eater. So this 20 year old mother decoded to take on and fight the death eaters without joining the order. But this sometimes led to her fighting the dark lord herself. So as the prophecy states, Eric was born to someone who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. However, unlike the other two boys, Dumbledore knew nothing about this child as his mother wasn’t in the order. So he could hide the child to protect the child. So Severus and Anastasia took that into their own hands and hid the child as far away as they could.
As the war went on, secrets could only be hidden for so long, hiding places could only stay hidden for so long and children could only be protected for so long. For in autumn 1981, two horrible things happened that created a woman thing.
The first happened on Halloween night 1981.
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It was a dark cold night. The streets of Godric Hollow were filled with children in costumes trick or treating. The streets were filled with giggles and lanterns. At the end of the street, there was an invisible house. To everyone else it just seems like a patch of grass but to those who know, that house was number 12 Church street, Godric Hollow. From the outside, you would think no one lives there but as soon as you go inside, you will know straight away.
The inside of the house was beautiful. It had this cottage core feel. Everything seemed to have a place. The only things out of place were all the baby toys all over the floor. There were so many family pictures all over the walls. The house was amazing. Upstairs in the nursery was the family that occupy this amazing house. There was a young man and woman playing with a one year old baby. The young man had messy raven coloured hair and round glasses appeared in the mirror. He was wearing a quidditch t-shirt and black joggers. The young woman had fiery red hair. She was wearing a dirty red t-shirt and blue jeans. She had her hair flowing down. The baby was wearing a grey onze. He had a shading of dark black hair.
The small but cute family were playing with a tiny broom that was floating off the floor slightly with the baby sat on top of it. “And off you go Harry!” The young man cheered the baby on as the broom started moving “look at our son, Lily, he is going to be a Quidditch star”. Lily smiled as she watched her husband and son have fun “Harry can be whoever he wants, James”. James nods “but look at him go. Oh, I miss Quidditch. Oh, oh oh when this is all over we need to throw a Quidditch party? Speaking of party, what are we doing for Sirius’s birthday its in 3 days?” Lily giggles at her husband’s antics before putting a hand on his shoulder and saying “when this is all over and everyone is safe. We will throw a party. A party because we won and a party to remember those we los-”
Knock knock knock.
Lily was interrupted by knocking at the front door, so she pulls away from James and grabs Harry. “Who is that James? It’s not Sirius he just walks in” She asked as James face lights up “peter!”. James rushes out of the room without a wand. “James wait” lily runs after him but by the time she’s at the top of the stairs, James was opening the door.
“Lily it’s him!! Hide!!”
Lily quickly ran back to the nursery. At the door there was a men. The man had dark black hair and red eyes. He had really pale skin, almost white and a really small nose. His skin was a contrast to the dark black suit that he was wearing and the black cape he was wearing around the suit. In his hand was a cream wand that was pointing directly at James. James tries to find his wand only to realise he left it. ‘Oh no’. James makes fists with his hand ready to fist fight Voldemort to protect his family.
“Aveda Kedavra”
A bright green light blasted out of the man’s wand. The light hit James square in the chest. A creepy cackle filled the room.
THUD!
James’s lifeless body hit the floor. His glasses smashed and the frame slid off his face. His eyes were empty. There was nothing behind them. No soul. No life. No anything. The eyes were just staring at nothingness. One of his arms fell limp, reaching up the stairs as if he was reaching for lily as his hands unfisted
The man stepped over his body and gladded up the stairs to find lily. He blasted every door open with a bang until he heard a voice behind a door.
“Mama loves you Harry”
The man laughs and blasts the door open. He finds Harry in his cot reaching for Lily who is standing in front of the coat in a protective stance.
“Stay away from my baby!”
“You don’t have to die Lily. You know I hate to spill magic blood. Move out of the way”
“Never”
“Just let me kill the child and you can live”
“I will not let you kill my son”
“This is your last chance, Lily. Move out of the way and live and be with Severus. Or die with your husband and son”
“I won’t let you kill my son”
Lily grabs her wand and goes to shoot but the man was quicker.
“Aveda Kedavra”
The room filled with a green light as while as Lily’s high pitched scream. The spell hit her in the middle of the chest and she went down like a stack of cards. All her limbs went numb. Her lifeless eyes rolled to the back of her head. Lily and James were together again.
The man creeps towards the one year old, wand in hand. “Harry Potter. At last we meet and at last you die” Harry just looks up at him and giggles, reaching for his nose. The man does a lighting shape movement with his wand and yells “Aveda Kedavra”. The all familiar green light came barrelling at Harry, but instead of killing him like it did with James and Lily, the light bounces off of him and back on to the man. One second the man was there, the next there was a big explosion and he was gone but his wand and burning robes were there. Harry bursts out crying.
As the clock in the nursery struck midnight, there were footsteps heard downstairs. Downstairs in the hallway of the potter house, there was a man. The man had greasy black shoulder length hair and was wearing a black robe. He had a big crooked nose and a scowl on his face. The man was stood over a body. The body of an old bully. The body had messy raven coloured hair. The body was wearing a quidditch t-shirt and black joggers. The body’s round glasses were smashed and the frame had slid off it’s face. The body’s eyes were empty. There was nothing behind them. No soul. No life. No anything. The eyes were just staring at nothingness. One of the body’s arms was limply pointing up the stairs as if it was reaching for someone. The body was lifeless and limp. The body showed no pain much to the man’s disappointment. This was the body of James potter.
The man stepped over the lifeless body and all of the baby toy’s to run up stairs. He ran towards the nursery. He gasped in shock at what he saw. There on the floor, in front of a crying baby in a crib, was another body. The body of the woman the man loved. The body had fiery red hair that went past it’s shoulders. The body was wearing a dirty red t-shirt and blue jeans. The body’s was limp and numb. The body’s eyes had rolled to the back of the head. The body’s face was covered in tears. The man rushed over to kneel next to the body. He pulled it on to his lap and cradled her while the baby continued to cry. “Oh lily. My lily” the man mumbled as he cried and cuddled the lifelike body. The man stayed like that for just over an hour. Just cradling a body and crying while ignoring the baby behind him. When he finally left, he just got up and left. He didn’t take the baby with him. He didn’t tell anyone about the bodies and the baby. He just left.
About two to three hours later, a different man appeared downstairs in the hallway. This man had messy knotted up shoulder length black hair that was held up in a messy bun by a wand. The man was wearing a white shirt that said pink Floyd on it and black ripped jeans. He was also wearing a leather jacket. Under his eyes, there were black bags showing how tired he was. This man looked down to notice the lifeless body on the ground and he collapsed to the floor in tears of anger and sadness “no James no! Peter that rat!!!”.
It was then that he heard crying from upstairs.
Despite still silently crying for his dead best friend and despite being full of anger, the man rushed upstairs to find the body of Lily and Harry crying. Seeing Lily dead made the man even more angry but he kept his cool because he needed to sooth his godson. The man quickly picked the one year old up and started rocking him. “Shh it’s okay, Harry. Uncle Padfoot has you”.
After a bit, Harry finally calmed down but now there were more footsteps downstairs. The man grabs his wand and storms down stairs to see a giant man, crying over the body on the floor. The man had wild, long tangles of bushy black hair and his beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet, in their leather boots, were like baby dolphins. “S-Sirius what happened?” The man said to Padfoot. “He killed them all. James and lily. Both of them are dead, Hagrid.” That just made Hagrid cry more. “W-what about poor harry?” He asked. Sirius pushed the sleeping baby into Hagrid’s arms. “Voldemort is nowhere to be seen but he left his wand and Harry now has a scar. Now take Harry to Remus, wherever he is, I’ll be back. You can use my bike” Sirius says as he was about to walk out of the door. “W-where are you going?”
“To kill a rat”
And with that Sirius disappeared leaving Hagrid with the baby and a motorbike.
Hagrid slowly walked to the bike and put Harry in the tag along part of the bike. He wrapped him up in a blanket before climbing on the bike and flying away.
Later that night, in a town called Surrey, in a street called Privet Drive, an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery beard walked out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed and on top of a mini wall. He takes out this weird looking thing from his pocket and presses a button on it. Suddenly all the lights from the lamp posts disappeared into the machine. The man then puts the device away. Suddenly the cat meows, causing the man to look down at the cat. “I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.” The cat silently looks at him before jumping off the wall. As the cat jumped, it slowly transformed into a woman wearing a tall hat and emerald robes. “Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?” The woman spoke to the man. “I’m afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.”
“And the boy?”
“Hagrid is bringing him.”
“Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?”
“Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.”
There was a motor sound, and the two professors looked up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard pulled the goggles off his face and spoke “Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall.” Albus smiled and asked “No problems, I trust, Hagrid?” Hagrid quickly nods “No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. There you go.” As Hagrid passes the baby, all wrapped up, to Albus, McGonagall decided to ask “Albus, do you really think it’s safe, leaving him with these people? I’ve watched them all day. They’re the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are…” but Dumbledore cut her off “The only family he has.” The three slowly walk with the baby to number 4 where they stop and stare. McGonagall continued to try and explain why the boy shouldn’t be here but Dumbledore was having none of it.
“This boy will be famous. There won’t be a child in our world who doesn’t know his name.”
“Exactly. He’s better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready.”
Albus slowly placed the baby on the ground as Hagrid sniffled, he was sobbing a little. Albus clears his throat and tries to comfort him “There, there, Hagrid. It’s not really goodbye, after all.” As Hagrid nods, Albus takes a letter and places it on baby Harry “Good luck... Harry Potter.” The man whispered. And with that the three disappeared leaving the baby here alone in the cold.
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The second terrible thing to happen, happened a few days later of the 3rd November.
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In a beautiful little cottage at the edge of a forest, was this cute little family. A mum, a dad and a one year old baby. The mum was a chubby woman no older than 30 but no younger than 26. She had lovely curly black hair and brown eyes. The dad was a thin lanky man. He had straight, short brown hair and brown eyes. He was around the same age as his wife. The one year old had a few brown hairs on top of his head and a brown eyes. Just like all healthy one year olds, he was a bit chubby.
The baby was fast asleep in his nursery all buddle up in blankets. While the mum and dad were downstairs drinking a glass of wine. The mum was wearing a denim dress and flowery bandager on her head. The man was wearing black trousers and a flowery jumper. On his head he had a grey flat cap. The pair was cuddling in front of the sofa and talking. “-ou sure that you want to go back to work tomorrow” the man answered the woman who just nodded “because everyone would understand if didn’t. Lily only died three days ago and we have been in hiding for just over a year. So everyone wou-“ The mum quickly cut him off “I’m sure Frank. I need to get back to work. I need to lock up the rest of the death eaters. I just ….. I need to get out of here.”. Frank nodded in understanding “ok Alice. Mother is still ok looking after Neville tomorrow. Yes I know you don’t like her but….. you kno-”
BANG!
Suddenly the front door blasted open and three death eaters glide into the room. The first one was the only woman. She was a tall woman with long, thick, shining black hair. She had thin lips, dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and a strong jaw. She had the classic ‘great good looks’ and arrogant bearing. She wore a black lace dress and big black boot heels. The man on her left wore death eater robes. He was a tall but thin men with very dark hair and brown eyes. That man and the woman looked about 30. Behind the duo was the final man, a younger looking man around 20. He was a pale young man with straw-coloured hair and freckles. He was also wearing death robes. He looked like he didn’t belong here but the crazy gin on his face said he wanted to be here. Frank and Alice quickly grab their wands and stand in front of the gang, preventing them from going upstairs.
“What do you want?” Alice demanded but the woman just laughed a crazy laugh as skipped over to her “ohh little isty Alice thinks she’s got the power here. How cute? Curcio!” Alice collapsed to the floor in pain. Every nerve in her body was burning. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” frank yelled only for the man on the right to cast Curcio on him. Both kept the curse on for a couple of minutes before stopping it as the man at the back asked “where’s the dark lord?” The couple was still on the floor, finding it hard to breath. “L-long gone” Frank stuttered out only for the couple to be put under the torture curse once more. This kept repeating until all four death eaters were casting the curse oat once. The couple’s screams were all over the place. The woman’s crazy laugh was getting louder the more the couple on the floor was in pain. “Where’s our lord?” The death eater on the left demanded to know. “W-we…. Don’t ……. Know” Alice stuttered out during one of the pauses. “Oh you refuse to tell us? MORE FUN FOR US RIGHT BOYS!!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“it’s a same your brother couldn’t join us, Rudolphus Lestrange. He would have had so much fun here”
The torturing went on for hours until something snapped in the couple. Their eyes went fuzzy. They no longer screamed or reacted to the pain. They just started at the wall. “Their mind has gone” the youngest said “lets get out of here.” As the death eaters all apparat away, the crazy woman mumbled “you’re no fun Barty”
Frank and Alice Longbottom were left there on the floor staring at the wall, their mind broken.
“Hello. I'm here for my gra- Ahhhh my poor Frank! What monster did this?”
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The poor couple were found the next morning by Frank’s mother, Augusta Longbottom. Augusta ended up raising the child for the Longbottom’s just like Harry was raised by Lily’s sister and her family, the Dursleys. The day the dark lord was killed was the day the wizarding war ended. However, three people didn’t believe it would last. No Dumbledore, Anastasia and Severus believed the dark lord would return and the chosen one of the prophecy would have to fight him. Knowing this, Anastasia, and sometimes Severus, set forth to train Eric in all ways that would help him defeat the dark lord as the chosen.
July 1980, three wonderful boys were born to three powerful women. These three children were born within a couple of hours of each other but over the space of two days. But these three boys were born with a heavy burden over their heads. For these three boys fit a prophecy one Sybil Trawleny told Albus Dumbledore. A prophecy that would control the future of the wizarding world. A prophecy that could save or end the wizarding world. A prophecy that put the future of the world in the hands of four children.
“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...
and the 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...”
The first of the boys was born at 11:30pm on the 30th July 1980. His parents were Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue, two amazing purebloods. The young child was named Neville Francis Longbottom and he was the apple of his parents eye. The two parents were Aurors and part of the Order of the Phoenix. So as the prophecy states, Neville was born to people who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. As soon as the baby was born, Dumbledore hid the family away for protection against the dark lord.
The second boy was born at hour later at 12:30am on the 31st July 1980. His parents were James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, a pureblood and a very powerful muggleborn. The two 20 year old decided that their child would be named Harry James Potter after Lily’s granddad and James. The boy suited that name as he looked like a miniature James but with Lily’s bright green eyes. Harry was born to two young people who were determined to end the war and bring back the peace they once knew. So they joined the order of the Phoenix as soon as they left school. So as the prophecy states, Harry was born to people who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. As soon as the baby was born, Dumbledore hid the family away for protection against the dark lord just like he had done with Neville.
The third and final boy was born at 1:17am on the 31st July 1980. But this child was a little different for no one knew who this child’s dad was, other than his mother and her best friend. That was a secret they were both planning to take to their graves. The boy's mother was called Anastasia Peverell and her best friend was Severus Snape. The woman decided her child would have nothing to do with his father and so called him Eric Severus Peverell to honour her family and her best friend. The 20 year old mother knew the troubles of the death eaters. This 20 year old mother knew the dangers of the death eater. So this 20 year old mother decoded to take on and fight the death eaters without joining the order. But this sometimes led to her fighting the dark lord herself. So as the prophecy states, Eric was born to someone who have won against the dark lord three times. Making him a boy of the prophecy. However, unlike the other two boys, Dumbledore knew nothing about this child as his mother wasn’t in the order. So he could hide the child to protect the child. So Severus and Anastasia took that into their own hands and hid the child as far away as they could.
As the war went on, secrets could only be hidden for so long, hiding places could only stay hidden for so long and children could only be protected for so long. For in autumn 1981, two horrible things happened that created a woman thing.
The first happened on Halloween night 1981.
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It was a dark cold night. The streets of Godric Hollow were filled with children in costumes trick or treating. The streets were filled with giggles and lanterns. At the end of the street, there was an invisible house. To everyone else it just seems like a patch of grass but to those who know, that house was number 12 Church street, Godric Hollow. From the outside, you would think no one lives there but as soon as you go inside, you will know straight away.
The inside of the house was beautiful. It had this cottage core feel. Everything seemed to have a place. The only things out of place were all the baby toys all over the floor. There were so many family pictures all over the walls. The house was amazing. Upstairs in the nursery was the family that occupy this amazing house. There was a young man and woman playing with a one year old baby. The young man had messy raven coloured hair and round glasses appeared in the mirror. He was wearing a quidditch t-shirt and black joggers. The young woman had fiery red hair. She was wearing a dirty red t-shirt and blue jeans. She had her hair flowing down. The baby was wearing a grey onze. He had a shading of dark black hair.
The small but cute family were playing with a tiny broom that was floating off the floor slightly with the baby sat on top of it. “And off you go Harry!” The young man cheered the baby on as the broom started moving “look at our son, Lily, he is going to be a Quidditch star”. Lily smiled as she watched her husband and son have fun “Harry can be whoever he wants, James”. James nods “but look at him go. Oh, I miss Quidditch. Oh, oh oh when this is all over we need to throw a Quidditch party? Speaking of party, what are we doing for Sirius’s birthday its in 3 days?” Lily giggles at her husband’s antics before putting a hand on his shoulder and saying “when this is all over and everyone is safe. We will throw a party. A party because we won and a party to remember those we los-”
Knock knock knock.
Lily was interrupted by knocking at the front door, so she pulls away from James and grabs Harry. “Who is that James? It’s not Sirius he just walks in” She asked as James face lights up “peter!”. James rushes out of the room without a wand. “James wait” lily runs after him but by the time she’s at the top of the stairs, James was opening the door.
“Lily it’s him!! Hide!!”
Lily quickly ran back to the nursery. At the door there was a men. The man had dark black hair and red eyes. He had really pale skin, almost white and a really small nose. His skin was a contrast to the dark black suit that he was wearing and the black cape he was wearing around the suit. In his hand was a cream wand that was pointing directly at James. James tries to find his wand only to realise he left it. ‘Oh no’. James makes fists with his hand ready to fist fight Voldemort to protect his family.
“Aveda Kedavra”
A bright green light blasted out of the man’s wand. The light hit James square in the chest. A creepy cackle filled the room.
THUD!
James’s lifeless body hit the floor. His glasses smashed and the frame slid off his face. His eyes were empty. There was nothing behind them. No soul. No life. No anything. The eyes were just staring at nothingness. One of his arms fell limp, reaching up the stairs as if he was reaching for lily as his hands unfisted
The man stepped over his body and gladded up the stairs to find lily. He blasted every door open with a bang until he heard a voice behind a door.
“Mama loves you Harry”
The man laughs and blasts the door open. He finds Harry in his cot reaching for Lily who is standing in front of the coat in a protective stance.
“Stay away from my baby!”
“You don’t have to die Lily. You know I hate to spill magic blood. Move out of the way”
“Never”
“Just let me kill the child and you can live”
“I will not let you kill my son”
“This is your last chance, Lily. Move out of the way and live and be with Severus. Or die with your husband and son”
“I won’t let you kill my son”
Lily grabs her wand and goes to shoot but the man was quicker.
“Aveda Kedavra”
The room filled with a green light as while as Lily’s high pitched scream. The spell hit her in the middle of the chest and she went down like a stack of cards. All her limbs went numb. Her lifeless eyes rolled to the back of her head. Lily and James were together again.
The man creeps towards the one year old, wand in hand. “Harry Potter. At last we meet and at last you die” Harry just looks up at him and giggles, reaching for his nose. The man does a lighting shape movement with his wand and yells “Aveda Kedavra”. The all familiar green light came barrelling at Harry, but instead of killing him like it did with James and Lily, the light bounces off of him and back on to the man. One second the man was there, the next there was a big explosion and he was gone but his wand and burning robes were there. Harry bursts out crying.
As the clock in the nursery struck midnight, there were footsteps heard downstairs. Downstairs in the hallway of the potter house, there was a man. The man had greasy black shoulder length hair and was wearing a black robe. He had a big crooked nose and a scowl on his face. The man was stood over a body. The body of an old bully. The body had messy raven coloured hair. The body was wearing a quidditch t-shirt and black joggers. The body’s round glasses were smashed and the frame had slid off it’s face. The body’s eyes were empty. There was nothing behind them. No soul. No life. No anything. The eyes were just staring at nothingness. One of the body’s arms was limply pointing up the stairs as if it was reaching for someone. The body was lifeless and limp. The body showed no pain much to the man’s disappointment. This was the body of James potter.
The man stepped over the lifeless body and all of the baby toy’s to run up stairs. He ran towards the nursery. He gasped in shock at what he saw. There on the floor, in front of a crying baby in a crib, was another body. The body of the woman the man loved. The body had fiery red hair that went past it’s shoulders. The body was wearing a dirty red t-shirt and blue jeans. The body’s was limp and numb. The body’s eyes had rolled to the back of the head. The body’s face was covered in tears. The man rushed over to kneel next to the body. He pulled it on to his lap and cradled her while the baby continued to cry. “Oh lily. My lily” the man mumbled as he cried and cuddled the lifelike body. The man stayed like that for just over an hour. Just cradling a body and crying while ignoring the baby behind him. When he finally left, he just got up and left. He didn’t take the baby with him. He didn’t tell anyone about the bodies and the baby. He just left.
About two to three hours later, a different man appeared downstairs in the hallway. This man had messy knotted up shoulder length black hair that was held up in a messy bun by a wand. The man was wearing a white shirt that said pink Floyd on it and black ripped jeans. He was also wearing a leather jacket. Under his eyes, there were black bags showing how tired he was. This man looked down to notice the lifeless body on the ground and he collapsed to the floor in tears of anger and sadness “no James no! Peter that rat!!!”.
It was then that he heard crying from upstairs.
Despite still silently crying for his dead best friend and despite being full of anger, the man rushed upstairs to find the body of Lily and Harry crying. Seeing Lily dead made the man even more angry but he kept his cool because he needed to sooth his godson. The man quickly picked the one year old up and started rocking him. “Shh it’s okay, Harry. Uncle Padfoot has you”.
After a bit, Harry finally calmed down but now there were more footsteps downstairs. The man grabs his wand and storms down stairs to see a giant man, crying over the body on the floor. The man had wild, long tangles of bushy black hair and his beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet, in their leather boots, were like baby dolphins. “S-Sirius what happened?” The man said to Padfoot. “He killed them all. James and lily. Both of them are dead, Hagrid.” That just made Hagrid cry more. “W-what about poor harry?” He asked. Sirius pushed the sleeping baby into Hagrid’s arms. “Voldemort is nowhere to be seen but he left his wand and Harry now has a scar. Now take Harry to Remus, wherever he is, I’ll be back. You can use my bike” Sirius says as he was about to walk out of the door. “W-where are you going?”
“To kill a rat”
And with that Sirius disappeared leaving Hagrid with the baby and a motorbike.
Hagrid slowly walked to the bike and put Harry in the tag along part of the bike. He wrapped him up in a blanket before climbing on the bike and flying away.
Later that night, in a town called Surrey, in a street called Privet Drive, an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery beard walked out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed and on top of a mini wall. He takes out this weird looking thing from his pocket and presses a button on it. Suddenly all the lights from the lamp posts disappeared into the machine. The man then puts the device away. Suddenly the cat meows, causing the man to look down at the cat. “I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.” The cat silently looks at him before jumping off the wall. As the cat jumped, it slowly transformed into a woman wearing a tall hat and emerald robes. “Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?” The woman spoke to the man. “I’m afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.”
“And the boy?”
“Hagrid is bringing him.”
“Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?”
“Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.”
There was a motor sound, and the two professors looked up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard pulled the goggles off his face and spoke “Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall.” Albus smiled and asked “No problems, I trust, Hagrid?” Hagrid quickly nods “No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake him. There you go.” As Hagrid passes the baby, all wrapped up, to Albus, McGonagall decided to ask “Albus, do you really think it’s safe, leaving him with these people? I’ve watched them all day. They’re the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are…” but Dumbledore cut her off “The only family he has.” The three slowly walk with the baby to number 4 where they stop and stare. McGonagall continued to try and explain why the boy shouldn’t be here but Dumbledore was having none of it.
“This boy will be famous. There won’t be a child in our world who doesn’t know his name.”
“Exactly. He’s better off growing up away from all that. Until he is ready.”
Albus slowly placed the baby on the ground as Hagrid sniffled, he was sobbing a little. Albus clears his throat and tries to comfort him “There, there, Hagrid. It’s not really goodbye, after all.” As Hagrid nods, Albus takes a letter and places it on baby Harry “Good luck... Harry Potter.” The man whispered. And with that the three disappeared leaving the baby here alone in the cold.
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The second terrible thing to happen, happened a few days later of the 3rd November.
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In a beautiful little cottage at the edge of a forest, was this cute little family. A mum, a dad and a one year old baby. The mum was a chubby woman no older than 30 but no younger than 26. She had lovely curly black hair and brown eyes. The dad was a thin lanky man. He had straight, short brown hair and brown eyes. He was around the same age as his wife. The one year old had a few brown hairs on top of his head and a brown eyes. Just like all healthy one year olds, he was a bit chubby.
The baby was fast asleep in his nursery all buddle up in blankets. While the mum and dad were downstairs drinking a glass of wine. The mum was wearing a denim dress and flowery bandager on her head. The man was wearing black trousers and a flowery jumper. On his head he had a grey flat cap. The pair was cuddling in front of the sofa and talking. “-ou sure that you want to go back to work tomorrow” the man answered the woman who just nodded “because everyone would understand if didn’t. Lily only died three days ago and we have been in hiding for just over a year. So everyone wou-“ The mum quickly cut him off “I’m sure Frank. I need to get back to work. I need to lock up the rest of the death eaters. I just ….. I need to get out of here.”. Frank nodded in understanding “ok Alice. Mother is still ok looking after Neville tomorrow. Yes I know you don’t like her but….. you kno-”
BANG!
Suddenly the front door blasted open and three death eaters glide into the room. The first one was the only woman. She was a tall woman with long, thick, shining black hair. She had thin lips, dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and a strong jaw. She had the classic ‘great good looks’ and arrogant bearing. She wore a black lace dress and big black boot heels. The man on her left wore death eater robes. He was a tall but thin men with very dark hair and brown eyes. That man and the woman looked about 30. Behind the duo was the final man, a younger looking man around 20. He was a pale young man with straw-coloured hair and freckles. He was also wearing death robes. He looked like he didn’t belong here but the crazy gin on his face said he wanted to be here. Frank and Alice quickly grab their wands and stand in front of the gang, preventing them from going upstairs.
“What do you want?” Alice demanded but the woman just laughed a crazy laugh as skipped over to her “ohh little isty Alice thinks she’s got the power here. How cute? Curcio!” Alice collapsed to the floor in pain. Every nerve in her body was burning. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” frank yelled only for the man on the right to cast Curcio on him. Both kept the curse on for a couple of minutes before stopping it as the man at the back asked “where’s the dark lord?” The couple was still on the floor, finding it hard to breath. “L-long gone” Frank stuttered out only for the couple to be put under the torture curse once more. This kept repeating until all four death eaters were casting the curse oat once. The couple’s screams were all over the place. The woman’s crazy laugh was getting louder the more the couple on the floor was in pain. “Where’s our lord?” The death eater on the left demanded to know. “W-we…. Don’t ……. Know” Alice stuttered out during one of the pauses. “Oh you refuse to tell us? MORE FUN FOR US RIGHT BOYS!!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“it’s a same your brother couldn’t join us, Rudolphus Lestrange. He would have had so much fun here”
The torturing went on for hours until something snapped in the couple. Their eyes went fuzzy. They no longer screamed or reacted to the pain. They just started at the wall. “Their mind has gone” the youngest said “lets get out of here.” As the death eaters all apparat away, the crazy woman mumbled “you’re no fun Barty”
Frank and Alice Longbottom were left there on the floor staring at the wall, their mind broken.
“Hello. I'm here for my gra- Ahhhh my poor Frank! What monster did this?”
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The poor couple were found the next morning by Frank’s mother, Augusta Longbottom. Augusta ended up raising the child for the Longbottom’s just like Harry was raised by Lily’s sister and her family, the Dursleys. The day the dark lord was killed was the day the wizarding war ended. However, three people didn’t believe it would last. No Dumbledore, Anastasia and Severus believed the dark lord would return and the chosen one of the prophecy would have to fight him. Knowing this, Anastasia, and sometimes Severus, set forth to train Eric in all ways that would help him defeat the dark lord as the chosen.
There once was a prophecy.
Three boys fit the bill.
But only one could be the true chosen one.
Could it be Neville Longbottom? The snake slayer
Could it be Harry Potter? The boy who lived.
Could it be Eric Peverell? The boy raised to be a hero.
Only time will tell