A New Beginning
by Healer Pomfrey
I'm not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
Harry watched in shock as his godfather fell behind the curtain, before the fight with the Death Eaters continued for a little while. In the end, only Dumbledore and Harry remained at the Ministry – and Voldemort. 'I'll show you what you deserve for getting my godfather killed,' Harry thought in devastation as he waved his hand and tried to wandlessly cast the killing curse at the Dark Lord, knowing that it wouldn't be possible to use his wand against that of the evil wizard. Unfortunately, the spell didn't have the desired effect, be it because Harry didn't have enough practice in wandless magic yet, be it because his magic was weakened due to his exhaustion after the earlier fight.
Dumbledore and Harry looked in disbelief at the figure on the floor in front of them. It was not an evil wizard's dead body. It was the naked figure of a baby, lying on a pile of black clothes.
"Do you want to try once more, Harry?" Dumbledore queried, giving the boy an assessing look.
"He... He's a baby, sir," Harry whispered in a hardly audible voice and took a few hesitant steps forward. In spite of the fact that his scar erupted in pain, he carefully picked up the baby and held it in front of his face.
"Dadada," the little boy babbled happily, giving him a toothy smile.
"Hi Tom," Harry whispered, looking at the child in disbelief, just when he felt a cool sensation run down his front. "Um... Professor, would you mind conjuring a nappy for him, please?"
"Oh, sorry my boy," Dumbledore replied, finally being brought out of his stupor.
An instant later, the child on Harry's arm was dressed in a nappy and a red jumpsuit with small yellow lions on it that were roaring from time to time.
"Daga," Tom giggled, pointing to one of the lions.
"No Tom, that's a lion," Harry said gently, before he turned back to Dumbledore. "Professor, what are we going to do?" he asked in desperation, torn between sorrow about Sirius, panic about failing to kill Voldemort and amazement at the sight of the baby.
"That's completely up to you, my boy," Dumbledore said gravely. "You will be responsible for him, whatever you decide to do. Just let me tell you one thing. There is a prophecy that has been made shortly before your birth." He let out a long sigh.
"And what does it say?" Harry asked impatiently.
The Headmaster threw him a grave look. "Summarized, it says that you'e the one to vanquish Voldemort using a power he knows not, because none of you can survive, while the other is alive."
Harry looked at the Headmaster in shock. "Can we return to Hogwarts then, before we decide what to do?" he asked hesitantly.
"Of course, Harry. That's what we're going to do." Dumbledore led Harry to the fireplace and stepped through the Floo into his office at Hogwarts, closely followed by Harry with the small boy in his arms.
'It would be easy to get rid of him now,' a small voice at the back of Harry's head spoke up. 'I can use my wand now and simply cast the killing curse.'