Chapter 1: Without a Trace
Chapter One. Without a Trace
“Are you sure?” Lord James Potter rasps staring despondently at his beloved wife.
“Yes and right now it’s our only option, James.” Lady Lillian Potter rasps back, both their voices still raw from their earlier breakdown. “We’ve already done everything we can to ensure our son lives. What kind of parents would we be not to make sure he lives happily and in a safer time?”
“Okay. Okay.” James says as he drags his hand down his face. “How do we do this.”
“It’s a simple spell.” She smiles at James’s snort. “Well, simple for time travel anyway. I’ve already tested it and received a confirmation back from my relatives that our plan will work.”
James nods sadly remembering meeting Lily’s family back in America. It's a closely guarded secret, the fact that Lily is not an Evans but rather an Addams. The Evans are a thoroughly muggle family. Meanwhile, the Addams are a pureblood family. One of the last living family’s holding a blood claim to Salazar Slytherin, Morgana Le Fay, and Arthur Pendragon.
Their very blood and magical cores are so enriched in practicing the Dark Arts that the bloodline has been banned from even stepping foot into the British Isles. Well at least since the locals turned their backs on anything remotely Dark or Grey. No other country has such a prejudice against Dark Magic. Naturally, the British ministry conveniently forgot to place any type of ward or defense of any kind in place to ensure the family actually stayed away.
The Peverell’s have been hiding under the Potter and Black surnames in a similar fashion. Thus when his family found out about Lily being a pureblood they knew they had no room to talk. After all, they have been Potter’s and Black’s for centuries. Not to mention Lady Magic recognized the initial name change while allowing the name Peverell to not only be remembered in history but for the name to be preserved for future use.
“Minnie! Minnie!” Professor Mirvana McGonagall, in her animagus form, turns sharply at the sharp chirping and hissing sound of two of the many Hogwarts cats and serpents screaming her name. Despite popular belief her bonded is not the only parselmouth and beast speaker in Britain.
“Charlus, Abigail-” she greets in a chirp only to be interrupted
“There's no time for pleasantries Minerva.” Charlus pants out.
“What’s happened?” She asks already worried for one of her cubs or one of Slughorn's snakes knowing more often than not it's one of their students.
“I’m quite afraid that Albus has completely lost the plot.” Abigail hisses out. “We don't have much time. It seems our poor Lily and James were murdered last night. From what we’ve gathered their hachiling, survived.”
“We could barely hear the old man’s plots but one thing has become perfectly clear. Albus meant for this to happen and he does not intend for the poor boy to stay in the wizarding world.” Charlus says gravely “He's already left, he intends to place magical bids and restrictions on the kit Minnie. “
“He's planning on leaving the hatchling with the muggles Lily claimed relation to. I’m quite certain he has no authority to do such a thing, but Albus does tend to get his way.” Abigail explains heatedly.
“You must do something, Minnie!” Charles exclaims in a panicked whine.
“Did you hear about where these muggles might live?” Minerva asks already making plans that won't disrupt the careful lies that Lily and James built their lives on.
“Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.” Abigail hisses out.
Minerva thanks them both then quickly makes her way to the edge of Hogwarts’s anti-apparition wards.
“The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are- that they're dead." Dumbledore bows his head and Professor Mirvina McGonagall gasps upon hearing confirmation of her spy’s words. "Lily and James- can't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Oh, Albus!"
Dumbledore reaches out and pats her on the shoulder. "I know. I know," he says as though that would make everything better. Now Professor Mirvana McGonagall is one of the few to have seen Albus Dumbledore actually grieve and she knows this is not it.
Her voice trembles in shock as she goes on. "That's not all. They're- They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, H-Harry.” She corrects herself before giving the boys true name. It seems her former cubs were correct to give an alias for the Order and the public. “But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke- and that's why he's gone. " Dumbledore nods. "It's- it's true ?" Professor McGonagall bequests now worried about her husband, Thomas, despite knowing he's been out of the country for quite some time now. "After all, he's done... all the people he's killed...he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding ...of all the things to stop him ...but how in the name of Magic did Harry survive?" she asks rambling while her mind tries to make sense of things.
"We can only guess," Dumbledore says grimly "We may never know. "
Stealthy she pulls out a lace handkerchief and dabs at her eyes beneath her spectacles cunningly surveying the magic in the area. She can feel the presence of heavy and oppressive wards. She’ll need to bring someone here to survey the area and check out the wards before they leave with young Henbane.
"Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" Albus asks sending what the most likely assumes is a stealthy compulsion charm toward her. Thankfully her rings protect her from such things.
"Yes," she responds taking the mind to keep her voice neutral. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his Aunt and Uncle. They're the only family he has left now. "
"You don't mean- you can't mean the people who live here?" she erupts jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!" She huffs outraged at the thought.
"It's the best place for him," Dumbledore said firmly. "His Aunt and Uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter. "
"A letter?" she repeats faintly, sitting back down on the wall to keep herself from lunging at the delirious man. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous a-a legend. Why I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future. There will be books written about Harry. Every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly,” Dumbledore says, looking sternly over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opens her mouth only to change her mind once she thinks better of it. She swallows, and then says, "Yes- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyes his cloak in sudden disapproval at the passing thought he might be hiding a baby of all things underneath it. Given everything he's done so far it truly wouldn't be surprising.
"Hagrid's bringing him.”
"You think it- You believe it to be...wise...to trust Hagrid? With something as important as this?" She tacks on for clarification
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," Dumbledore declares looking to her in firm disapproval.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor Mirvana McGonagall grudgingly admits "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to- what is that?" she asks startled by the loud rumbling steadily approaching them.
They both look up at the sky as a large motorcycle falls from two stories in the air and lands on the road in front of them.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore said sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the half-giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir. "
"No problems, were there?" Albus asks and Minerva McGonagall has been around her husband and his knights enough to know when there's something left unsaid.
"No, sir- the house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol. "
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, is a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a wild tuft of brown hair over his tanned forehead, they can see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where-?" she whispers pointing to the lightning-shaped scar, ignoring the fact that the child obviously did not look like this last she saw him. Last shesawhim the was a pale baby with Killing curse green eyes and a Jet black hair streaked with blood red highlights. A glamor is most likely. James Potter always was a bit paranoid. Inherited it from his mother who was a Black.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever. "
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?" she asks curious about his motives for not even healing a simple cut.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well, give him here, Hagrid. We'd better get this over with." Dumbledore says as he takes little Henbane in his arms and turns toward the Dursleys' muggle house.
Minerva McGonagall steps back as she realizes that her little Hogwarts spy network were correct. Whatever had happened last night Aldus Dumbledore had meant to happen.
"Could I-could I say good-bye to him, sir?" Hagrid asks before abruptly bending down and planting a loud wet kiss on the poor baby’s forehead. Then, suddenly, Hagrid lets out a long howl much too reminiscent of a wounded werewolf given their current predicament.
"Shhh!" Professor McGonagall hisses out. "You'll wake the Muggles!"
"Sorry, Sorry," Hagrid sobs out before taking a large, spotted handkerchief out of his bottomless coat and burying his face in it. "But I cant-I can't stand it! Lily an' James dead, an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles."
"Yes, yes, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispers fearfully patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm hoping to calm the half-giant before he does something that truly exposes their world.
She looks up as the wards suddenly flair to life right as Dumbledore steps over the low garden wall and walks to the front door. Thankfully he's gentle in laying James’ and Lily’s child down on the doorstep. She and Hagrid watch on in silence as Dumbledore takes a letter out of his neon yellow cloak, tucks’ it inside the babe’s blankets, and then rejoins them. For a full minute, the three of them just stand there in silence. Hagrid shaking with his sobs, Professor Minerva McGonagall memorizing everything about the house and the feel of the magic while fighting back her tears, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore plotting.
"Well," Dumbledore finally says breaking the silence, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. "
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, sir.” Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar, it rose into the air and off into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor Minerva McGonagall blew her nose in reply, Her fight against her tears finally lost. "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turns on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. Minerva takes one last look to the peaceful sleeping babe memorizing his features before apprateing straight to Ministry to make an official report with Madam Bones. Tonight her report will be added to a series of anonymous complaints listed against Albus Dumbledore from people in the Dark and Neutral fractions of the war.
Once they're gone, a breeze ruffles the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky. Henbane Potter rolls over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closing around his blanket. And in the next blink, he was gone, leaving behind only the letter which blew away in the wind. Even with the child’s family and Professor Minerva McGonagall’s joint efforts, it would take eleven years for anyone to realize the child was missing.
Chapter 2: The Dursley’s terrible, horrible, very odd, month.
The next chapter will hopefully what happened to Henbane Potter. For now, I give you befuddled and frightened muggles and Albus Dumbledores plans slowly crashing down all around him.
Chapter Two. The Dursley’s terrible, horrible, very odd, month.
Petunia, her sister-in-law Marge and her neighbors looked down at the letter that seemingly fell from the sky and onto her picnic table in complete confusion. They all spare each other ‘a look’ as if to ensure that they have all seen it before putting down their tea and half eaten sandwiches. They search the open clear blue sky and neatly mowed backyard as though a rouge mailman will appear before turning their attention back to the offending letter. Finally, Mrs. Mable Green from number three reaches over and picks it up off the platter of sandwiches. “How odd,” Mable says looking at the thick envelope over. “Where do you suppose it came from?” she asks the gathered group of friends.
“Well, I would say it blew in from the wind but it's not strong enough to lift a leaf off the ground much less a letter.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson from number five says after giving it some thought.
“Well, it certainly couldn't have lifted this, here feel.” Mrs. Mabe Green says before passing the envelope around.
“I’ve never seen a paper like this before in my life.” Mrs. Alison Roberts says before handing it to Mrs. Violet Hendriks.
Mrs. Violet Hendriks blinks in shock before adjusting her reading glasses and looking the envelope over. “This is parchment. I haven’t seen this high quality of parchment before outside of the library's archives but it is.”
“I want to say open it but we can't very well open it without breaking the law.” Ms. Marge Dursely points out reasonably once it's her turn to hold the letter.
“Who is it addressed to?” Mrs. Petunia Dursley asks
“A Harry Potter.” Marge states before handing the letter to her sister in law Petunia.
“Never heard of him.” Mrs. Mable Green says speaking for them all.
“Well, we’ll just have to return it to the post office,” Petunia says as she places the letter back onto the table.
“Not a very common name, Potter,” Marge says before taking a nibble from her sandwich.
“No, it's not is it?” Petunia agrees.
“They shouldn't have much trouble finding the poor lad.” Mrs. Roberts points out “Hopefully it's not a bill or anything time sensitive.”
“Heave, Gentlemen! Heave!” Mr. Doug Hendriks shouts.
“I’m heaving!” Vernon shouts back.
"What in the world could be blocking the door?" Petunia asks her best friends thoroughly embarrassed by the strange situation.
“I haven't the faintest.” Mrs. Violet Hendriks says staring at the sight of their husbands working to open the Dursleys front door in bewilderment.
“Your home is always impeccably clean and we helped you tidy up just before we left.” Mrs. Mable Green points out. “You don't suppose our children got home early and made a mess of things before the party do you?”
“If they did Dudley will be hearing from me. We’ve been planning this get together for months.” Petunia says angrily at the thought.
“Good Lord!” Mr. Wilson Green erupts as the sound of the door giving reaches their ears.
“What?” Petunia, Violet, and Mable ask as one.
“Letters. Millions of ‘em.” Mr. Douge Hendriks says aghast.
Not quite believing it Petunia, Violet and Mable walk closer and look over their husband's shoulders. There on the Dursley's floor and climbing all the way up covering their living room sofa and chairs are mounds upon mounds of letters. From the looks of things, the bizarre letters cover even the kitchen.
“Where did they all come from?” Mable asks thoroughly confused.
“Someone must have broken in a put them here,” Vernon says seething at the thought.
“But why?” Petunia asks thoroughly confused.
“I don't know but I’m reporting this to the police.” her husband says already pulling out his mobile.
“Good call Vernon.” Mr. Wilson Green praises “Prank like this is simply over the top. They're likely covering for something.”
“You don't suppose they stole anything do you.” Mr. Mable Green asks worriedly.
“Make sure to mention that to the police.” Petunia points out to her husband Vernon who nods and begins making the police report.
Petunia sits up in bed and turns on the bedside light. "Vernon, what is that noise?"
“Not sure but it's too loud to be friendly,” Vernon grumbles as he gets out of bed and picks up his hunting rifle, loading it. Petunia slips out of bed and over to the wall silently loading her own gun grateful for the lessons her father gave her as a teen. She took to it like a duck to water. They enter the hallway to find Violet and Dougie Hendriks and Mable and Willson Green each sporting their own guns. After the bizarre letter prank and subsequent robbery, their families decided a group vacation was just what the doctor ordered. Together they head downstairs. They pass the children's rooms unsurprised to find them all loading their own rifles. "You lot stay up here." Dougie Hendriks quietly orders. Both the boys and the girls nod their heads.
The six of them silently make their way down the stairs, the moment Petunia steps foot on the last step the cabin door is blown in. Naturally, they open fire on the huge man who broke into their cabin. The man screams out in pain before falling backward with a loud thud. They are all silent for a moment before Mable softly says “I-I’m going to call the police.”
"We had to call the police while you were away too.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson says as she sits down after fetching another pot of tea.
“For the owls?” Petunia asks confused. Since they've gotten back all they've heard about is owls and hoodlums speeding around in backfiring cars.
“No no. We had the pest inspectors handle the owls. Nasty infestation if I ever saw one.” Mrs. Alison Roberts says with a shake of her head. “They had to euthanize at least three hundred. It made the news.”
“Oh, those poor dears.” Mrs. Mable Green says sadly.
“Nevermind the owls. Some couple tried to break into your house while you and Vernon were gone Petunia.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson says gently.
“What?” Petunia asks agast “Do they know who it was?”
“Yes. Caught the pair of them in the act.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson asures. “It was a husband and wife duo.”
“Major age gap, not that either of them were young mind you.” Mrs. Alison Roberts adds “But the old man had a white beard down to his knees while the woman looked as though she could be my mother’s age.”
“Yes, and they were dressed in bizarre clothing. What did the newsman call it again?” Mrs. Rosemary Tomson asks.
“I believe he said something about 1800’s or 1700’s style clothing.” Mrs. Alison Roberts says before taking a sip of her tea. “But what I remember is the neon colors on the old man's clothes. He looked like a highlighter factory blew up on him. The man couldn't match his clothes to save his life either.”
“It didn't help that they were both in dresses.” Mrs. Rosemary Tomson points out
“Dresses?” Mrs. Mable Green asks confused.
“Yes, they tried to tell us they were robes. Something about it being the latest fashion.” Mrs. Alison Roberts says in slight disgust.
"I wonder if they were committed?" Petunia hopes so. She certainly doesn't want anyone to let her run the streets senine.
“It was frightening. They were trying to convince the police that they knew you." Mrs. Rosemary Thompson says with a shake of her head. “They had an entire backstory even. Claimed to be old professors of your sisters.”
“What? I don't have a sister, I was an only child.” Petunia says confused.
“We know, dear. We’ve all only lived here our entire lives.” Mrs. Alison Roberts says giving Petunia's knee a gentle pat.
“Not that that stopped them mind.” Mrs. Rosemary Tomson says exasperated “They insisted you grew up in some town called Coatsworth. Even went as far as to claim Vernon worked as a salesman.”
“Yes, and they kept going on about that Harry Potter character.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson says before taking a sip of her tea. “Seems they believed he was your imaginary sister's son and has been living here for the past eleven years.” Mrs. Rosemary Thompson says confused.
“What in the world gave them that idea?” Mrs. Mable Green asks bewildered.
"Not sure, personally I believe they should be placed in an asylum or at least on medication. There is good news, however.” Mrs. Rosemary Tomson says before picking up a biscuit and taking a nibble.
“Oh?” Petunia asks grateful for the respite from the shocking news.
“Yes, it seems the police are finally looking into that cat lady. She was seen talking to them even bailed them out once she gathered the funds.” Mrs. Rosemary Tomson says happily.
“How did she pay for that?” Mrs. Mable Green asks shocked. It's no secret among the town that the cat lady can barely afford her home much less her numerous cats. Not to mention she has an unhealthy obsession with the Dursley’s and their friends. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley each have a restraining order against her.
“Nobody's really sure. The money seemed to appear overnight.”
"That is scary," Petunia says before taking a sip from her tea mug.
"Have the police increased their patrols?" Mrs. Mable Green asks hopefully.
"Yes, but a few of us are hoping to reform the old neighborhood watch.”
“Well, I know my Willson will be happy to volunteer.” Mrs. Mable Green says proudly.
“As will my Vernon. You know neither man will let the other one outdo him in anything.” Petunia adds in a bit of fun. Vernon and Willison Green have been best friends since the military always trying to one-up the other in skill.
Eleven-year-old Dudley Dursley opens his front door and stares at the strange people on their front steps in confusion and fear. One is the old guy he heard his parents and the police warn him about, and the other fits the description of his wife. "Mum, someone's at the door!" he yells as loud as possible using one of the codes their neighborhood created to alert everyone that the bizarre robbers were back.
"Who could be visiting at this hour?" His mum asks as she comes out of the kitchen likely to give his dad time to finish phoning the police. His mum looks confused and slightly frightened at the sight of the couple, he doesn't blame her. She takes one look at them and politely says “We're not interested.” before closing the door. The old man seems shocked by this while the woman looks resigned. As soon as the door is closed the doorbell beings ringing insistently. "Duddly, why don't you go upstairs.” his mom says fearfully.
Dudley moves to comply only to gape as the strange man opens the door and invites himself inside as though he lives with them.
“Albus!” the woman hisses shocked
"Who- Who are you? Why are you here?" His Mum strutters out.
"Ah, I see I had assumed you would remember me.” the old man says looking around their home with a frown before turning around and giving them a pleasant smile. “My name is Albus Dumbledore. This is my college, Minerva McGonagall. We came to speak to you about Harry." Mr. Dumbledore says his eyes were twinkling unnaturally.
"Who?" Mum asks carefully shielding him with her shaking body.
"Your nephew, Harry."
Mr. Dumbledore sighs. "Petunia, we need to speak to you about Harry or whatever name you are calling him."
“I don't have a nephew,” Mum says before drawing herself up “and- and if I did he most certainly wouldn't live here! Now I suggest you leave before I call the authorities!”
Chapter 3: Who Lost Harry Potter?
A short chapter before we take a trip into the past.
Chapter Three. Who Lost Harry Potter?
"What do you mean you lost Lily's child?!" Professor Severus Snape snaps outraged on behalf of his deceased sister in law and best friend since childhood.
Dumbledore looks over his half-moon glasses resigned and disappointed. "Now, Severus, my dear boy, I never said I lost young Harry-"
"Then what exactly would you call this?" Severus seeths interrupting the Headmaster "You left a magical toddler on a muggle doorstep in November Albus! You had yourself listed as the child's legal guardian after the Potter’s double murder. Did you ever even check up on him?"
At that Dumbledore sighs in disappointment before scolding his collage. "I am a very busy man Severus. You can hardly fault me for this. I had an Order member placed within the neighborhood to keep a watch on him."
'Spy on him more like. Not that they even did that properly' Severus thinks to himself behind his impenetrable mind shields. He crosses his arms to hold himself back from cursing the man.
"Who Albus?" Professor Filius Flitwick asked also looking to be a step away from taking action against the Hogwarts Headmaster. “Who did you have in place supposedly watching the boy?”
"I would like to know that as well." Professor Minerva McGonagall states pursing her lips in obvious disapproval.
“An Order member, Mrs. Arabella Figg.”
"Who?" Minerva asks voicing their confusion.
"Mrs. Arabella Figg." Headmaster Dumbledore repeats annoyed.
Hogwarts Professors and default Order members Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, and Severus Snape look to each other in complete confusion, each wondering if the other has heard of this mysterious witch. "I have literally never heard of this witch in my life," Severus says tersely deciding to speak for his friends.
"Arabella is not a witch, Severus, she's a squib and a very valuable Order member."
"If she's so important to the war effort, why haven't we heard of her until now?" Minerva asks tersely. Between the three of them, they're normally able to gather enough intel for the Dark fraction, what they miss, Professor Pomona Sprout and Professor Aurora Sinistra usually gather. While Albus Dumbledore is known for keeping things close to his chest, discovering an unknown opponent this late in the war is rather disturbing. The additional factor of James and Lily's officially missing son and his subsequent unearned title of the Savior-of-the-Light painting a target on the poor boys back only serves to make the situation more distressing.
Once his colleagues and fellow order members leave, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sits down heavily on his throne in his office. Logically he knows his subordinates have every reason to be upset with him, he did lose their only weapon in this war against the Dark fraction after all. Circe knows the Longbottom heir will never amount to anything. He made sure of that. He just never expected Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, to be able to simply slip from his grasp so easily or so soon. Certainly not before the boy even learned about his magic. How did a muggle raised child manage to obliviate so many muggles without anyone noticing?! To make matters worse his school is due to start in three weeks. Not to mention he’s still dealing with the school board threatening an investigation over Hagrid’s disappearance. What a mess.
He hasn't lost control over one of is little pawns since Tom Riddle. In fact, the number of people who managed to break away from his control can be counted on one hand. The first and foremost was his former lover and bonded Gellert Grindelwald. The next, of course, was Tom Riddle. And now the blasted boy-who-lived! No matter, he’ll simply handle the child as he did the other two. No one opposes Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and escapes their due. Still, there is some small part of him that warns him that losing Harry Potter was perhaps the greatest mistake he’ll ever make. He squashes the warning with Occlumency and brushes the remains aside. Thankfully, he’s never revealed Harry’s living arrangements to anyone outside the Order. The fewer people who know, the boy’s previous location, the better. Merlin knows the public would have his head should they discover he left the child with muggles.
Not even Arabella Figg knows when Harry Potter actually disappeared. She assumed the muggle boy living with Petunia was the Potter brat all this time! Harry Potter was supposed to start his first year in three weeks and they don't even know how long the blasted boy has been missing! To make matters even worse, there are no traces of magic anywhere near Number 4, Privet Drive. After a thorough investigation via Legilimency Petunia and Vernon Dursely’s minds had upheld the pretense that the first they heard of a Harry Potter was when his Hogwarts acceptance letters arrived! Naturally, the only logical thing to do was to gather all the brilliant minds that he trusted and request their aid. So Dumbledore had immediately alerted the professors of Hogwarts, only to be berated by his three best.
Chapter 4: Family Reunions
Back from vacation with a new chapter!
Chapter Four. Family Reunions
A stormy November night at 12:34 pm sees a cloaked Lady Morticia Addams nee Frump silently gliding through the Addams family cemetery. Around her, her magic swirls in motherly worry. Behind her, her black acromantula silk cloak and black acromantula silk mermaid gown with a lace and silk train drag as she makes her way to the family crypt. Above her, a family of vampire bats swoops and arch searching the Addams estate for their nightly meal. Normally she would bring Gomez with her for such a lovely extrusion however he was called away shortly before 6 pm for a court case. The last three nights have proved fruitless. Still, she knows better than to doubt Lillian’s words. While Lillian Addams is only three months old right now, she was nearing on 23 and married with a toddler in the letters she sent to the past.
Lady Lillian Potter nee Addams was purposely vague in the letters she sent back in time. From what they could glean, she and her husband, James Potter, were forced into hiding and were simply awaiting their deaths when the letters first began. Her parents, Rosemary Addams nee Sayre and Edgar Addams, were of course horrified and brought the letters to the heads of the Addams clan, Gomez and herself, immediately. From what they have gathered the two were key spies for England’s current Dark Lord when the Headmaster of Hogwarts decided to falsify a prophecy of some sort and practically force them into hiding. From what they have gathered, the man had everything arranged for their upcoming deaths before even informing them they were to go into hiding. Naturally, they wouldn't stand for such a thing and have been planning their escape using time-travel ever since.
It has been two days since their last letter and she, Gomez, Edgar Addams, and Rosemary Addams nee Sayre have been checking the family crypt once an hour religiously awaiting their arrival. The family crypt is the designated location for time-travel, portkey, and apparition traveling. Despite the halt in letters, everyone is holding onto hope that the small family of three will still arrive. Still, due to the very nature of Lillian’s situation, it is entirely possible that they will be entirely too injured or magically drained to leave the crypt themselves, hence the hourly checks. Morticia takes a deep breath readying herself for whatever awaits her behind the door before opening the marble doors.
Upon opening the ancient marble door to the crypt Morticia gasps. Her hands rush on autopilot to cover her crimson lips as she gapes in shock and horror. Laying cradled in a magically woven basket lies a small toddler. The baby appears fine aside from the sowilo rune carved into his forehead with a what looks like a cutting curse. The toddler is pale, much like all of Addams blood, with raven black hair and blood-red highlights. In his hands, he holds onto a thin blood-red blanket with gold trimming covered in woven moving quidditch snitches. The babe sleeps on completely unaware of his surroundings and oh so clearly under the bewitched sleeping spell.
From the descriptions given by both Lillian and her husband, Lord James Potter, she knows the poor child to be their son Henbane. As James and Lily are nowhere in sight, she can only assume the worst. The timed spell they used would have failed had they died before it could activate. Quickly gathering herself together she gracefully bends and lifts the poor orphan child and his basket before swiftly making her way back inside the Addams family mansion. Both Edgar and Rosemary Addams greet her their hopeful faces falling upon seeing the orphaned child without his parents.
“Oh. Oh my-” Rosemary cries before breaking down into sobs.
“Do you- do you suppose they might have survived and- and- What if they're simply somewhere else? They may be on their way or- or have landed in another location!” Edgar rambles holding onto his wife.
“Edgar, look at me,” Rosemary says through her tears as she takes her husbands unshaven face into her delicate hands. “We both know that's not the case. Please, please don't allow this madness to take over. We still have our daughter. Lily is still alive, if only for now. We will still be able to watch her grow into a strong witch. We will be prepared for her loss and be able to act accordingly. Just- please promise me you won't give up on her- on us for this. Promise me, Edger.” Rosemary demands as Morticia watches as an unashamed bystander.
“Never. I will never give up on you my love. I will love our child, grandson, and any future children we have with my everything.”
“Thank you, my love,” Rosemary says her voice still raw from tears. Rose turns to Morticia “Morticia please can- I don't know if we’ll be able to raise him alongside our Lily. What would we even tell her?”
“Are you certain?” Morticia asks worriedly not wanting to get her hopes up for another child.
“Yes, but only if you don't mind. We will take him if you don't want to of course. It’s simply- well Lily never mentioned any siblings in her letters yet she did talk about a cousin Henbane asking if he, Wednesday and Pugsley were well. I believe she suspected something but we never came around to telling her for whatever reason.” Edgar says obviously guilty over his future self’s oversight.
“In that case, I would be honored.” Morticia says happily “I’m sure Wednesday and Pugsley would love another sibling and Gomez and I have been taking of having another child.” she says putting a hand over her empty womb longingly.
“Wonderful. We simply can't thank you enough.” Rosemary says with tears in her eyes. “I do hope you realize this means we will be coming to visit more often,” Rosemary says happily
“Yes, once a year for the annual family reunion simply won't be enough now that we know about our grandson. We will be visiting as often as we can while the children grow up.” Edgar says as they begin to make their way out of the foyer and up the stairs to put the toddler to bed.
Little Henbane gurgles happily playing with a tiny dagger given to him by Gomez with the experience of a child who has already had lessons. “Oh Gomez, look at him. Armies will obey his every word, entire countries fall at his feet. While death and destruction will follow our other two, Henbane will lead the charge. Rosemary and Edgar have already given their blessing, please my love, may we keep him?” Morticia asks looking at the child wistfully.
“Of course, Tish!” Gomez says his magic radiating excitement and happiness and the desire to please. Smiling Morticia holds out her right arm knowing just what her husband and bonded needs to calm his magic. Gomez quickly takes it, kissing the crimson tipped fingers and up her arm until he plants a gentle kiss to her pale cheeks. “Of course we’ll keep him! He’s an Addams! Clearly, young Lillian and her husband wanted it that way!” Gomez declares while Morticia lifts the quiet young boy into her arms.
Morticia looks at Henbane who looks back with those shocking killing curse green eyes, her crimson smile growing as the baby studies her. “Yes, I do believe you will fit into our small family quite nicely.” Morticia happily declares.
15-year-old Henbane looks up from where he's sharpening the last of his sabers as his 14-year-old sister Wednesday bursts into his room and begins searching through his dresser and then his wardrobe.
“If you're looking for my poisons I keep extra in my trunk.” He casually mentions before going back to sharpening his roman sword for the upcoming family reunion. Absentmindedly he hopes she gets shocked by the numerous defenses on the trunk. After all, it’s keyed into his magical signature and a parseltongue password. Therefore once she works out his password she’ll get a nasty shock since her magical signature doesn't match his. Once done with his sword he moves on to his charmed throwing stars. While he works on sharpening the stars he makes a mental note to ask for better locks for his room to slow Wednesday down.
“I can't find it!” Wednesday shrieks forgoing looking in his trunk to pillage through his closet making an absolute mess of his room in the process.
Henbane puts down his now deadly sharp throwing stars as Wednesday drops to the floor to search under his bed. “What are you looking for?” he asks wondering what could make his usually stoic sister so upset.
“My axe. I want to show Lily and Anabelle my new axe.” she huffs at him before gathering control over herself and her magic and storming back into the hall.
Henbane spares a look around his destroyed room before slowly releasing his magic into the air and beginning to put everything away. Once done, he follows Wednesday's magical signature and Pusgsly’s rising voice to Pusgsly’s now thoroughly destroyed bedroom.
“-don't care!” 13-year-old Pugsley is yelling as Henbane nears the open door “You can't just come in and make a mess of everything! Do you even know how long it took to organize my potion’s like that?!”
“I’m sorry, Pugs, okay? I just want to make a good impression on Anabelle. You know her family so rarely comes to family reunions.”
“Why don't we help Pugsley pick up the mess you made before we begin asking around. Maybe someone borrowed it.” Henbane suggests pleased when his siblings instantly agree.
“Grandmama have you seen my battle axe?” Wednesday asks as she and her two brothers enter the kitchen. “It wasn't by my dolls where I put it and I can't find it in the playroom.”
“What did you say?” Grandmama asks, her ancient form hunched over and gray hair frizzing further if possible from the heat rising off the three cauldrons bubbling with what smells like stew and a light soup.
“Wednesday lost the new battle axe the goblins gave her on her last birthday.”
“Oh, that,” Grandmama says before walking past the steaming cauldrons and the massive stone oven. “Here,” she says handing the massive goblin wrought battle axe back to Wednesday.
“Thank you. Is there anything we can do to help prepare for all the guests.” Wednesday asks
“Well, I've already got dinner on the fire,” Grandma says walking back over to the blazing fires and stirring the bubbling soups with her massive wooden spoons. “We’re having vegetable stew, meat stew, butternut squash soup, and mince pies in addition to the usual sandwiches, salads, finger foods, and desserts. You never know what everyone else will bring and it’s just improper to be unprepared. It will be a few more hours until everyone arrives and it's all served. If you three want a snack Henbane and I made some extra mince meat pies. After that, you can help me prepare the teas, sandwiches, and salads. Then we’ll get to work on the remaining deserts and of course the famous Addams punch.”
15-year-old Severus Tobias Snape stands in his former bedroom finishing packing away his personal effects. After his parents were murdered last summer his best friend’s parents, Mrs. Rosemary Addmas and Mr. Edgar Addmas insisted he moved in with them. He and Lillian Addams have been best mates since they met at the local park as children. He has long since been brought in on the family secret of Lily’s true blood status. As his father was a pureblood hiding under the old and forgotten pureblood surname of Snape to protect himself from the backlash of being Grindelwald’s last living heir and his right-hand man he easily understood their situation. Last week his Grandfather, Lord Aetius Prince, arranged to meet with him at the Addams family’s mansion in America. Still, he keeps feeling that all this good fortune is simply too good to be true.
“You're sure your family won't mind me coming with you and yours to America and staying until I get everything sorted with my Grandfather?” he asks while he finishes putting away the last of his boxers not wanting to bother anyone else with them.
“Of course we’re sure Severus.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams assures him from where she's helping him pack his wardrobe. “Now, I know this isn't yours.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams says with a light laugh holding up a dark blue cloak.
“It is actually,” Severus admits.
“Oh, a gift?” Mrs. Rosemary Addams asked with a frown looking the article of clothing over with a frown. He understands her confusion. His preferred clothes are mostly black interspersed with a few pieces in blood red, Slytherin green, and silver. That doesn't bother the Addamses. Practically the entire family is goth and has a dark magical core. “Do you want me to ruin it in the wash or claim you lost it on the trip?” she asks looking back to Severus with a playful smile.
“I’ll take it on the trip. At least then I can claim to have lost it rather than have proof of sabotage.” Severus admits with a shiver of fear at the thought of Cissa discovering his treachery. “It was a yuletide gift from Narcissa”
“Oh,” Mrs. Rosemary Addams says disappointedly after a pause. “that's heir Malfoy’s betrothed right?”
“Stop trying to set me up.” Severus requests half-heartedly with a slight glare. Ever since Lily’s parents discovered he and Lily's relationship is more like that of siblings then any romantic feelings they've been trying to find matches for them in the magical world.
“It wouldn't have worked out anyway.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams says with a sigh as they finish packing his socks. “Your gay and she’s taken.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams continues while closing his trunk with a snap as though they're just talking about the weather. It's one of the things Severus appreciates about Lily’s family. All the Addamses he's met treat him being gay and a dark wizard as trivial facts. To them, such things are as simple as the color of one's hair or skin. He can only hope his grandfather is half as kind.
“Whos taken?” Lily asks bouncing in, her waist-length blood-red hair fanning her face and her neon green eyes alight with mischief.
“Narcissa Black is betrothed to Heir Lucius Malfoy.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams responds taping his trunk with her wand to shrink it.
“That's old news.” Lily declares with a laugh before plopping onto his bed.
“Well, we were rehashing old news.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams declares mock-serious before frowning at the books in her daughter's hands. “You're not packed yet?”
“No, I’m packed but Severus isn't. He forgot these books in the living room. Father asked me to bring them in before you finished packing.” Lily says before jumping back up and dashing back out of his now bare room.
“She's just upset at you leaving.” Mrs. Rosemary Addams explains frowning after her daughter before resizing his trunk and packing the books away in its library compartment. “It’s going to be so strange without you here. This old room just won't be the same without you in it.”
“I can ask my Grandfather if I can visit.” Severus offers while staring down the hall after Lily.
“You know how unlikely that will be given the crime rate in the area. We can only hope he allows you to continue being friends with my Lily flower. I would hate to see your relationship fail due to something as trivial as social status.” Much like his parents, despite being ridiculously wealthy Lily's parents chose to live in the magical town of Cokeworth for the high murder and crime rates rather than despite them. Mr. Edgar Addams works as a funeral director during the day and a Mrs. Rosemary Addmas works alongside him as the head makeup artist for the booming funeral home.
"Who's that?" Henbane asks subtly nudging his sister Wednesday toward the front gate where their cousin Lillian and her parents Aunt Rosemary and Uncle Edgar are arriving with a second child.
Whoever he is he looks hot. Dressed all in black with a green shirt and a silver belt accenting his look. His gaunt features and shoulder-length black hair draw attention to his coal-black eyes and pale skin.
"Humm? Who?" Wednesday asks looking up from where she's rearranging her plaited twin braids.
"The hot boy dressed in black with cousin Lillian." Henbane whispers back silently hoping he's not a long lost relative.
"Oh, him," Wednesday says sparing the new addition a once over before whispering back. "That's Lily's best friend Severus Snape. His parents were just murdered. I heard he came back from that boarding school he and Lily go to and found their bodies brutally mutilated. Naturally, Aunt Rosemary and Uncle Edgar took him in. He's meeting his Grandfather for the first time sometime this month. So you're on a time limit if you plan on courting him."
"That's fine. Were both too young to begin courting properly anyway."
"Wait, what?" Wednesday asks startled "I was joking about you courting him."
"Oh crap. He's coming. Wish me luck."
Severus stares at the wizarding picture in his hands captivated.
Brilliant Avada Kedavra green eyes shining with mirth. Wild and unruly jet black hair reminiscent of a wild ravens puffed up feathers streaked with blood-red highlights. Head being thrown back as the subject laughs in unrestrained glee. A soundless laugh that is full of manic happiness escaping plush red-tinted lips.
Gods, he's gorgeous. Circe, he's in deep.
Severus knows his feelings are pointless and most likely completely unreciprocated. Still, after five years of nothing but letters and the other teen slowly becoming his closest confidant, he’s not sure he can stop them. Especially not now that the has a picture to compare the words to. Last they saw each other Severus was nothing more than an orphan seeking sanctuary. At fourteen, and recently orphaned, Lily’s family were more than happy to allow him to accompany them on their yearly pilgrimage to America so he could meet his grandfather. He had long since been brought in on the family secret of Lily’s true blood status. As his father was a pureblood hiding under the old and forgotten pureblood surname of Snape to protect himself from the backlash of being Grindelwald’s last living heir he easily understood their situation. Thankfully Lord Aetius Prince was more than happy to meet him at the Addams family mansion.
It was there that Severus met Henbane Peverell. As the heir of the Peverell and Slytherin families and in line for the Potter, Black and Addams family heirships he expected the other boy to be closed off and distant. Having practically grown up with Lily’s family he should have known better. The Addams clan are a homicidal bunch when provoked but are otherwise very open and welcoming to new people and experiences. Severus tried but ultimately failed not to fall for the Peverell heir. But Gods he’s everything a wizard could ever want. He's brilliant, cunning, witty, athletic, and Morgana knows the other wizard has a wickedly dark sense of humor. He's never laughed much but damnit he can hardly keep a smile off his face around the other wizard.
Thanks to his Occlumency and a liberal usage of secrecy vows, only his closest friends know about his not so little crush. Lily, Lucius, Cissa, and Bella are of the mind that he should simply confront Henbane or at least attempt the beginnings of a formal courting. Rabastan and Rodolphus still think the entire thing is hilarious. With the knowledge of his friends support behind him, and the image of the wizard who permits his thoughts in his hands, he gathers what little bit of foolish Gryffindor bravery- stupidity - he possesses and writes his latest letter to his closest friend, hopefully, more.
I am quite afraid there is something I have kept close to my heart and away from you. During our letters exchanged, I have slowly fallen into wishful thinking of how our lives would be if we were together. That is to say as more than friends and confidants. To be blunt and bold, I believe I am falling in love with you Henbane Peverell. I fear as though I can no longer keep such emotions from your knowledge. Not only is it no longer right to do so, I feel, perhaps foolishly, that you may return the sediment.
My sincerest apologies in advance if my feelings are not reciprocated. If you are still willing to have continued contact with me, I ask that you reply with your feelings on the matter.
Severus Tobias Snape
Henbane stares in elated shock and bewilderment at the latest letter from his heart's desire. He’s long since known who his heart and magic desire above all others. Merlin, just seeing the other for the first time was enough. Still, he had his doubts about his feelings being reciprocated. Now all his worries and fears seem absurd. Since when is an Addams afraid? Looking back to the letter in his hands, he begins to write out his response.
My Dearest Severus,
While noble, asking for forgiveness for your affections is unwarranted and unneeded. I must admit I fell for you the moment my magic met yours. When I first spotted you from across the room, I felt a connection. That sounds much like a muggle romance film does it not? Yet it's true. Forgive me for my blunt and forward words however I feel I have waited long enough as it were.
You may consider this my official request to court you. If Lord Prince or your parents lived I would ask their permission of course. I hope you are not offended by my informal request at courtship. However, given the abnormal way we met and have interacted thus far I feel it suits us.
Henbane Regulus Peverell
Severus rereads the letter aloud for his gathered friends with a rare smile. Once finished Cissa, Bella and Lily fall into a fit of girlish giggling and squeals of excitement. Lucius and Rodolphus look overwhelmed by everything. Perhaps wondering if they will have to live up to the standards set by Henbane. Meanwhile, Rabastan is simply rolling his eyes making gagging motions with his hands.