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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Prologue

This is the prologue to my first Harry Potter fan fic called Spina Corvos. Spina Corvos is Latin for "Thorn Ravens".

Year 1

Hogs Head 1980:
The door to the Hogs Head creaked open and an elderly man in a purple cloak and a long white beard tucked into his belt with twinkling blue eyes walked inside.  This man was none other than Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.  Albus went up the stairs to a room where he was supposed to do an interview for the Divination position at Hogwarts though he had contemplated whether to continue the subject at all.  He did not notice the hooded figure who sat at the bar watching him.
Albus Dumbledore was known as the greatest wizard of the age. He had defeated his former friend Grindelwald and was leader of the light.  The majority of the wizarding world trusted Albus Dumbledore for they never believed that he had a more devious plot in place.  Dumbledore’s greatest hope and ambition was to rule the wizarding world. Aside from the dark wizards who didn’t trust him he knew that the majority would side with him and do whatever he commanded or asked of them.  They were fools really.  Mindless sheep that followed the shepherd into hell itself.
Albus had a plan to get the wizarding world to follow him and under his control.  He was already beloved by many witches and wizards for defeating his old friend Grindelwald and now he was fighting the second Dark Lord, Voldemort, who was formerly a student of his under the name Tom Marvolo Riddle.  Using his political power and fame Albus had already spread lies about Voldemort’s plans for Muggle born witches and wizards, Muggles and squibs. 
Dumbledore opened the door to the room he was having the interview in and shook the woman’s hand in front of him.  He pulled out a sack of gold galleons and laid it on the table before Sybill Trelawney took the pouch and placed it within her robes.  “Good evening Miss Trelawney.  I am Albus Dumbledore, Head Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but you already know who I am don’t you?”
“Everyone knows of the great Albus Dumbledore,” Sybill replied.  She had thick glasses that made her eyes appear ten times their normal size and bushy light brown hair. “I assume the pouch you gave me is for making a fake prophecy concerning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?”
“Indeed and I ask you to keep it quiet Sybill.  Perhaps once I am in power you will have a spot within my council,” he said stroking his long beard with one hand as he peered at the witch before him.  “Now I understand you claim to be a seer?”
“Yes.  My great grandmother, Cassandra Trelawney, was also a seer.”
Albus Dumbledore nodded. He knew that Sybill had so far made many false predictions which hadn’t come true at all.  Many in the wizarding world considered her nothing but a fraud.  “If you can make a prediction then you have secured your post as Divination Professor at Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said watching the woman in front of him. 
The hooded figure had been creeping up the stairs and then knelt at the door so he could hear the prophecy and report back to his master.  This was none other than Severus Snape who was a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort.  "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…”
Before Snape could listen to more the bar keep at the Hogs Head caught him eavesdropping on the interview.  “Don’t you know you can’t go listening in on peoples’ private conversations?” The man snapped as he hauled Snape down stairs and threw him out of the Hogs Head.  “Don’t come back either!”
Snape swore under his breath and then with a swish of his cloak he disapparated to tell his master of what he had heard.  Meanwhile Sybill continued speaking:  “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 ..."
Dumbledore nodded.  “You’re hired.  Remember don’t speak of our conversation to anyone.”
“Of course Head Master,” Sybill said getting up and leaving from the pub followed shortly after by Albus Dumbledore.  Dumbledore went down the street and walked back to Hogwarts where he lived.  Meanwhile Snape had appeared before Riddle Manor and hurried into the house. 
“My Lord,” Snape said bowing before his master. 
“Severus,” Voldemort hissed acknowledging one of his trusted followers.  “You bring news?”
“Yes My Lord,” Severus said still bowed.  Voldemort motioned him to stand.  “My Lord I was in the Hogs Head and heard the beginning of a prophecy made about you and some unborn child.  ‘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…’  It is all I heard before I was caught eavesdropping and thrown out of the Hogs Head.”
“So an unborn child is destined to be my downfall?” Voldemort hissed. The death eaters in the room stood there looking at their master as he began laughing a high cold laugh.  “I’ll just have to do something about that then.  Dismissed,” he said waving his hand and the death eaters bowed before scurrying out of the room.
July 31st 1980:
Godric’s Hollow was a peaceful wizarding village.  It was home to some prominent wizarding families: Potters, Bagshots, Dumbledores, and Longbottoms.  Godric Gryffindor had founded the village which is how it got its name. Cottages lined the streets and there was a church with a graveyard in the village as well.  Nobody suspected that on this night a prominent couple of the light would lie dead.
Voldemort apparated to Godric’s Hollow and looked around him at the quiet streets and dark cottages. Walking silently down the road he stopped in front of a cottage with the sign “Potter” next to the gate. The branches creaked in the wind and Voldemort whispered Alohomora which unlocked the gate.  He waited as it creaked loudly as if the gate was trying to warn the occupants inside of the danger to come but nothing stirred inside the Potter Cottage. 
Voldemort walked silently up to the cottage and again whispered the spell unlocking the door.  Pushing it open he stepped inside.  “Lily it’s him! Take Harry and run!  I’ll hold him off!”
James Potter was an Auror and had been Head Boy in his day at Hogwarts.  His wife Lily Potter had been Head Girl.  They had both been in Gryffindor House.  They had gone into hiding upon hearing of the prophecy along with the Longbottoms to escape Voldemort who they knew was after them.  Putting their house under the Fidelius Charm they had arranged for a secret keeper, an old friend of James, named Peter Pettigrew.  Now they realized their mistake when it was too late.
James ran into the living room, having forgotten his wand in his haste to give Lily time to get Harry to safety and barricade the door to Harry’s room.  “Avada Kedavara!” Voldemort shouted and a jet of green light shot out of his wand and struck James Potter in the chest. Stepping over the Auror’s still form Voldemort proceeded up the stairs where he could hear Lily’s screams of terror.
Finding the door blocked Voldemort raised his wand and a white light hit the door shattering the door and the meager Muggle belongings piled up in a pitiful attempt to stop him from entering and killing the boy.  Lily Potter stood in front of Harry with her arms to the sides in an attempt to shield her son from view.
“Not Harry… not Harry!  Please take me instead!”
“Stand aside! Stand aside you silly girl!”
“Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead.”
“Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "
Lily screamed as a blinding flash of green light hit her and Voldemort laughed before turning his eyes to the boy who was supposed to defeat him and bring about his downfall.  Harry sat there quietly looking at Lily on the floor. There were tears running down his face as if he knew that his mother was dead and that he would be next to die. 
Voldemort looked at the child in front of him. The boy who would bring about his downfall and the reason he was in Godric’s Hollow in the first place because of that damn prophecy.  For some reason he couldn’t raise his wand and kill the child in front of him.  Something about the boy unnerved him and stayed his hand.  No he couldn’t show any weakness otherwise his Death Eaters would try to overthrow him and would no longer follow his commands.  To show weakness was to be defeated.  Slowly he raised his hand and for the third time that night the killing curse lit up the house before hitting the boy in his forehead leaving a lightning bolt scar.  Voldemort then disapparated outside before casting the Dark Mark over the house.  A skull with a snake coming out of its mouth and curling over the top of the skull shone eerily in the sky as he quickly left Godric’s Hollow.
The curse had ricocheted off of Harry due to the love of his mother’s sacrifice and bounced around the room which completely destroyed the home.  Voldemort had gotten out just in time but young Harry fell two stories to land in the rubble of his home.  The sound of a motor grew louder and louder and suddenly a flying motorbike appeared from the sky and landed on the street in front of the wreckage.  “Oh Merlin no!” The man sitting atop the motorcycle said.  “James! Lily!” Sirius Black ran towards the rubble and amazingly there was his god son, Harry Potter, alive.  “Oh thank Merlin!” 
“Sad isn’t it?” Sirius spun around with his wand raised and relaxed when he saw Albus Dumbledore. 
“Albus!  I can’t believe that Lily and James are…”
“Yes it’s quite tragic that they lost their lives at the hands of Voldemort.  They were some of my best supporters.  Remarkably good fighters as well.”
“Albus Harry… he’s alive! I don’t understand why Voldemort couldn’t kill him.”
“It was love Sirius.  By sacrificing herself for Harry Lily created a barrier to the killing curse and that was why he didn’t die. I have my own plans for him of course.”
“What do you mean plans Albus?” Sirius said raising his wand again and pointing it at Dumbledore. 
“Expelliarmus!” Dumbledore shouted and caught Sirius’s wand in his hand.  “That’s none of your concern now.  I have my own plans for the wizarding world and Harry is a crucial part of those plans.”
“I won’t let you use my godson like this!  I trusted you! Lily and James trusted you and you want to use their son for your own selfish needs? You’re no better than Voldemort!”
Albus’s eyes darkened and he lost the twinkle in them.  “Do not compare me to Voldemort.  I’m far superior to him and even he fears me.”  Raising his wand Dumbledore shouted “Avada Kedavara!”  Smiling at Sirius’s still form lying on the ground Dumbledore contacted Hagrid to get Harry and bring him to 4 Privet Drive Surrey.  Then he picked up Sirius’s limp form and disapparated before dropping his body over the ocean.
A giant of a man appeared and scooped Harry up before getting on Sirius’s motorbike before the Muggles came to investigate the explosion of Potter Cottage.  Dumbledore and McGonagall were waiting for Hagrid to arrive.
“Is it true about the rumors Albus? Are Lily and James really dead?”
“Yes Minerva I’m afraid they are.”
“Where’s Harry?”
“Hagrid’s bringing him.”
“You think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?”
“I would trust Hagrid with my life.”
Hagrid appeared a few moments later and handed the sleeping baby to Dumbledore.  Hagrid howled like a wounded dog and Minerva had to take off her glasses and wipe her eyes free of tears with a kerchief that was in the pocket of her robes.  “Good luck Harry,” Albus said as he set the baby down and placed a letter in the blankets.  Then one-by-one the three left Privet Drive.  Around the wizarding world there were hushed cheers as the magical folk praised Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived.

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