|A Fallacious Truth, The Rewrite
Author: La.Regina.Di.Morte PM
HIATUS (see Profile) What do you get when the world's most powerful wizard is wrong about something? What do you get when the pillar of light makes a mistake? What do you get when the famed Albus Dumbledore declares Oliver Leon Potter the Boy Who Lived? THE REWRITE, ContiouedRated: Fiction K - English - Harry P. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 20,478 - Reviews: 264 - Favs: 446 - Follows: 682 - Updated: 12-02-09 - Published: 08-23-08 - id: 4493247
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OK.. The First chapter is definitely not Mine, it is written by 'Berndi' who abandomed her story and gave me permission to try my hand at it
Godric's Hollow, 31st October 1981.
Lily looked pensively at the two twins lying in the same baby-blue coloured cot. She and James had been in hiding with Harry and Oliver for four months now and she was beginning to wonder whether Voldemort would act on the prophecy his spy had overheard. They were still taking precautionary measures, just a few days ago they had switched secret keeper, but Lily knew James was getting impatient to take a more active role in the war.
Maybe You-Kow-Who decided that the Trelawney woman was a complete fraud and the prophecy was not worth his time? Merlin only knows how many people only opt to take Divination because it is seen as an easy class.
Lily knew that James, Sirius, and Peter took the elective because of that very reason. Remus had intelligently, in her opinion, decided to take Ancient Runes instead.
Examining the babies sleeping peacefully she thought about how much trouble Molly Weasley had with her twins and thanked Merlin that she wouldn't have any identity issues with her own. Though James was slightly disappointed that they weren't identical, no doubt imagining all sorts of mischief they could get up to, she secretly rejoiced at the fact that would undoubtedly make her role as a mother ten times easier.
Oliver, who was named after Lily's great-grandfather, had dark brown hair that, she had discovered early on, glimmered with slight reddish highlights in the sunlight. He was a very chubby baby, something that make him look extremely cute, especially when he smiled, revealing deep dimples on either cheek. His eyes, like his father's, were hazel except with more flecks of green than James', and looked at everything around him with curiosity.
Harry, on the other hand, was a much more well proportioned child, without the large head and small limbs that other children sometimes had at infancy. Lily had no doubt that while Oliver would grow up to be cute, Harry would be very handsome, both in looks and personality, although she admitted that she was indubitably biased . She had noticed that he was a lot less demanding than Oliver, quieter, and often shared his toys and milk with his twin. Lily knew that it was silly, but she often caught a glimpse of a level of intelligence that looked extraordinarily out of place in the eyes of a 15-month old.
Harry had glossy black hair that, although not as perpetually messy as his father's or Oliver's, still held a slight untamable quality to it. His eyes were a deep, piercing green, identical to her own. She was glad that one of her children had inherited them from her.
As she watched the two best things that had ever happened to her, Lily still worried about the prophecy. If it was legitimate, it would mean that one of her children could have a destiny far greater than anyone else's. In some remote part of her brain, Lily was full of pride that one of her own children, her own blood, could have that sort of potential. Yet the more dominate, sensible, part of her brain knew that nothing good could come from it all. That section of her mind fairly screamed at Voldemort to, as horrible as it sounded, choose the Longbottom's child. Surely he would think of Neville as the most logical choice? Although there were all sorts of tales told about magical twins…
Lily started in shock when she heard James yell from downstairs. Her blood ran cold when what he had said registered.
"Lily! Run! Take the twins and GO!! He's here!"
Lily closed her eyes for a moment, desperately trying to calm herself.
Peter betrayed us. How could he?
She opened her eyes as she heard the front door explode inwards. Lily knew there was no running now. Anti-apparation wards and portkey wards would have been put up long ago. She staightened her back and took a defensive stance in front of the crib that was still holding the sleeping infants, and faced the door.
James vaguely felt the wards register that someone had just apparated in.
Probably just Sirius. He said he might come by later tonight after the Halloween Party he was going to with that Muggle girl...what was her name? Sarah? Susie?
James looked back down at the front cover of The Prophet that was depicting the Chudley Cannon's Seeker catching his first snitch in a game.
'Bout time, James thought wryly. He didn't understand how someone could be in the professional league and be that horrible.
Maybe Sirius didn't get as lucky as he thought he would – James stopped abruptly. Sirius never didn't get lucky. James did a quick calculation of who might be visiting them at, James checked his watch, 11:00 at night.
Remus? No. Full moon...Dumbledore? No...he said he had that Wizemgamot meeting tonight...Peter?
With dawning horror, James realised the reason for Peter's recent odd behavior. He had been fidgety, quiet, and strangely anxious.
No...He couldn't have...could he?...he was always the weakest...no, no, no, NO, NO!
"Lily! Run! Take the twins and GO!! He's here!"
As soon as James finished this sentence, he heard a spine chilling laugh. Cold, inhuman. Voldemort.
The front door burst inwards in a shower of splinters.
James knew there was no running. He also knew that he couldn't hold Voldemort off for the 5 minutes it would take Sirius to get there after James had set off the alarm. All he could do was hope that Voldemort took time gloating over his death long enough for help to come.
James took his duelling stance in the cottage's foyer, almost second nature after being an Auror for 2 years. He watched Voldemort do the same, unnatural in his grace.
"Why hello, James. How are you this fine evening?" Voldemort's voice was reminiscent of a snake's hiss, elongating the S's.
"Just peachy, until now, of course," Try to keep him talking, James thought desperately, try to buy time.
Almost as if hearing his thoughts, Voldemort replied, "Of course. Well, I don't want to keep you long, so let us begin before your mutt and the infamous Order," he said is mockingly, "comes along."
Voldemort's pale wand flickered slightly, the movement too fast to follow with his eyes. James had no time to react before a cutting curse hit his left shoulder, biting to the bone. The off-duty Auror moved quickly, though, sending a forceful bludgeoning hex straight back at the Dark Lord. James watched as it impacted on a shimmering shield. He followed closely with a cutting curse of his own before diving behind the couch in the foyer.
Voldemort laughed, "One downside about being me is that I rarely get even the slightest challenge. You cannot beat me, but you are refreshingly competent."
A quick twitch of his wand and the couch was engulfed in flames.
Not wasting anytime attempting to extinguish the magical flames, James just moved away from the searing temperature slightly before letting loose a stream of incarceration hexes and stunning charms through the air distorting heat.
Dodging being beneath him, Voldemort almost casually called up the translucent shield again, before shooting off a few crucios. The first was evaded, the second hitting a block of marble, while the third made its way through the newly created rock dust and hitting James Potter in the chest.
Voldemort let him scream for half a minute before realizing that he needed to finish Potter off if he was going to leave in time. Voldemort, being who he was, decided that it would be more amusing if James were alive to feel the loss of his children. His silent stupefy hit the still twitching Potter without ceremony.
Making his way upstairs silently, like a wraith, Voldemort decided that Mrs Potter could suffer in the same way as her husband.
Lily flinched when she heard James' screams echo around the house, waking up the twins. Amazingly enough, both of them seemed to feel the tension in the air and kept mercifully silent.
If Lily thought it was bad to hear James scream, it was undoubtedly worse for them to cut off abruptly after a short time.
Please don't let him be dead, Lily prayed, Oh Merlin, please don't let James be dead.
The door swung open suddenly, revealing a figure that would look more at home in horror movies.
Instead of taunting, like she expected, a barrage of spells raced toward Lily from the open doorway. The shield that flickered into existence in front of her barely held under the onslaught of power.
The last spell in the chain that was sent toward her broke through her shield, making her give a yell of pain when her leg broke violently, sending her crashing to the ground.
Please,"Please…Don't hurt them…"
"Oh, but I have too. I can't take any chances, though I am doubtful that any child could be the downfall of one such as myself. Now, as much as I would like to make you beg for their lives some more, I have to hurry." Voldemort smiled maliciously down at her. "When you wake up, mudblood, your precious children will be dead." Lily's mouth opened in horror and her eyes showed her panic as the silent stupefy sped towards her.
Oliver let out a whimper as his mother crumpled to the ground. Harry's eyes started to water.
Voldemort heard the Order spill into the house through the broken doorway and quickly chose which child to target first.
"Avada Kedavra" The violently green light hit the youngest Potter on the forehead, and Voldemort's satisfied smile turned to one of horror as the beam shot back towards him.
As the sickly green light hit him on the chest, Voldemort's corporeal body exploded, sending the roof of the cottage tumbling down around the two 15 month old twins. The lighting bolt shaped gash on Harry's head was overshadowed by the huge wound that opened on his older brother's shoulder from the falling debris.
When Albus Dumbledore burst into the room, followed by the newly revived James Potter, and Sirius Black, he took in the scene instantaneously; Lily Potter unconscious on the floor, Oliver Potter's huge, nasty looking wound, Harry Potter's relatively small cut on his forehead, and Voldemort's wand and remnant of his robes on the floor in a pile.
He went over to his ex-student's side and revived her. When her eyes opened, she began to look frantically around for Voldemort and her children. Upon seeing the state of the nursery, Lily asked Dumbledore what happened.
"I would say, my dear, that Voldemort tried to kill Oliver, and judging by the state of the room, the Killing Curse rebounded on him."
"But, Albus, the Killing Curse? That's impossible."
"I can feel death in the air, Lily. And that makes Oliver the child of prophecy. He will still have a scar from his wound because of the size. '…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal…' It fits Oliver perfectly. When news of this gets out, and the demise of Voldemort, Oliver will be extremely famous."
"So, he is a…savior?" Oh, what will this do to my family?
"Yes. Though I do not believe Voldemort is truly vanquished, so he still has a large burden to bear for one so young."
And therein lies the fallacious truth.