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⨠The Rise of the Warlock (HP AU) Prologue part 1 â¨
(Harry Potter Fanfiction â AU : Rise of the Warlock Rewrite)
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Prologue - part 1 :
The Night the World Changed
Potterâs Cottage House, Godricâs Hollow,
31st October 1981
In the quiet village of Godricâs Hollowâfamed as the birthplace of a certain illustrious founderâstood the Potter familyâs country home.
An old wizarding family of ancient English stock, the Potters had long since traded their Muggle titles for magical ones. All that dated back to the establishment of the International Statute of Secrecy, which had divided the worlds of Muggles and wizards. Though the titles were similar, officially the Muggle lines had died out, their titles reallocated by the British Crownâsave for those properties hidden under powerful enchantments.
For the moment, the Potters were at home in their country house. In truth, they had been living there for monthsâand they were all growing restless.
All because of a prophecy spoken by one Sybill Trelawney, descendant of Cassandra herself. The prophecy might have caused no real troubleâhad it not been uttered in public. Albus Dumbledore regretted his decision deeply, though he had to admit that Sybillâs reputation was more that of a fraud than a true Seer. He had hardly expected such a revelation, which was why he had met her in the Hogâs Head, a rather shady little tavern in Hogsmeadeâimportant to him, as it was owned by his brother.
A voice broke the silence.
âAre you quite sure thatâs a good idea, Jamesie?â
James Potterâa dashing young man with untidy hair and a mischievous grinâturned round. His hazel eyes twinkled behind his round glasses.
âOh, come off it, Gran. Of course itâs a good idea. The Ministry needs us, and if we show up, itâll give the others a boost.â
Elisa Potter, nĂŠe Fleamont, looked frail but kind. Her age showed in the deep lines that marked her face, yet there was a warm, grandmotherly glow about her.
âHm⌠if you say so. But do be careful, dear. He could strike there.â
âI doubt heâd be daft enough to attack us in the middle of the Ministry. Besides, Professor Dumbledore and all the Order of the Phoenix will be there. Not to mention the Aurors. Iâve got great faith in Bartemius Crouch.â
He turned as a soft voice came from the stairs. Lily Potter was descending gracefully, a baby in her arms. Behind her, Peter Pettigrew followed, holding another child. The man looked terribly pale.
âMmm. You can say that because you donât work for him,â James quipped, nodding to his wife. âHeâs an absolute tyrant!â
Lily rolled her eyes and moved to hand him the babyâbut before she could, the old lady intercepted and took the infant herself.
âJames! Donât speak that way about your cousin!â Elisa scolded, before looking down at her great-grandson. âOh, my little Harryâyouâre the very image of Henry.â
James held his tongue, though he was tempted to protest. He knew how fond his grandmother was of Harryânamed after her late husband, Henry Potter. Sometimes, he pitied her: she had outlived her husband, her son, and her daughter-in-law. She had nearly wasted away from grief until Harryâs birth rekindled her spirit. Her greatest joy, she said, had been the naming of her great-grandsonâHarry James Potter, the eldest, bearing his fatherâs name.
âNot that heâs heavy or anythingâŚâ came a weary voice.
James chuckled at Peterâs exhausted look and motioned for the second baby. Unlike Harry, who had his fatherâs dark hair and his motherâs bright green eyes, the younger twin had inherited Lilyâs fiery hair and Jamesâs eyes. Arthur John Potterânamed after Lilyâs father and grandfather.
âAll right, Peter?â Lily asked, concerned. âYou look a bit peaky.â
âYes, yes, Iâm fine,â he said, waving her off. âJust overdid it at dinner, thatâs all. My faultâI shouldâve stopped at the second helping.â
James grinned. âYou say that every time, Petey. One day your stomachâll finish you off before the Death Eaters do.â
Peter tried to laugh, but the sound came out more like a sigh.
âI think Iâll head off,â he said finally. âNeed a bit of rest.â
âAs you like,â James replied. âBe careful on your way. If you run into an Auror, tell him youâve just left our placeâheâll understand.â
Peter nodded, cast one last, uneasy glance at the twins, and Disapparated with a crack. Silence fellâheavy, uneasy.
It was Elisa who spoke first.
âThat boyâs not right.â
James frowned. âGran, honestly, not again. Peterâs clumsy, sureâbut he wouldnât hurt a fly.â
âThatâs exactly what people say before theyâre betrayed,â she said quietly. âHeâs got that shifty lookâlike someone burdened by secrets. And that Animagus form of hisâŚâ
James sighed. âOh, Merlinâs beard, not this again. Youâre not going to start on about animals and souls, are you? Sirius is a dog, Remus is a wolf, and theyâre the most loyal blokes I know.â
âDogs and wolves live in packs, Jamesie,â she replied evenly. âRats feed on scraps. They survive by hiding.â
Lily stepped in before the argument could go further.
âGrandmother, I understand your feeling, but you know Peterâs not made for confinement. Weâve been cooped up here for monthsâheâs suffocating, like the rest of us.â
Elisa had insisted Lily call her âGrandmotherââshe detested titles and formality. In truth, she was one of the oldest surviving members of English wizarding nobility: the Marquess Elise Potter, nĂŠe Fleamont, only daughter of the late Earl Felominus Fleamont and Lysiana Gaunt.
âIsolation doesnât make a traitor,â the old woman said coldly.
âNo,â Lily replied, âbut it brings out whatâs already there. And Peterâs never been comfortable with all thisâthe Order, the war, the secrecy. Youâve seen himâhe sweats just hearing about a duel.â
James nodded, glad to have his wifeâs support.
âExactly. Thatâs just Peter. A bit of a coward, maybe, a bit awkwardâbut loyal. Heâs never betrayed me.â
Elisa studied him for a long moment.
âYou say that as though you need to believe it.â
âI know it,â said James firmly. âPeterâs a friend. And if thereâs one thing I learnt at Hogwarts, itâs that you donât abandon your mates just because theyâre scared.â
Lily sighed softly. âYouâre right, love. But so is she. Some people you protect best from afar. Maybe we shouldnât burden him with too muchâjust in case.â
James shook his head with a grin.
âYou two are going to drive me round the bend. Weâre already hiding under a Fidelius Charm, watched over by Dumbledore himself, and you want me to start distrusting Peter? No chance.â
Elisa turned her gaze to the fire.
âTrust is a fine thing, Jamesie. But old families learnt long agoâthe fire burns those who sit too close.â
âAnd Iâve learnt that fear loses more battles than war itself,â he said quietly.
For a moment, only the crackle of the fire filled the room, its light dancing on the faces in the portraits.
âThis ball at the Ministry unsettles me,â Elisa said at last. âSamhain is no night to parade about.â
âItâs symbolic, Gran,â James replied. âThe Ministry wants to prove fear doesnât rule us anymore. And with Dumbledore and a squad of Aurors there, what could possibly go wrong?â
Lily laid a hand on his arm.
âThatâs not what she means. Itâs a strange night, James. Even if nothing happens, I donât like the idea of leaving the children.â
He smiled, reassuring. âTheyâll be fine. Granâs hereâno one protects better than you, eh, Gran?â
Elisa didnât answer at once. She tucked the blanket around the twins, her gaze distant.
âIâll keep them safe,â she said finally. âThatâs all you need to know.â
James kissed Lily, then the children, and reached for his cloak.
âWe wonât be long,â he promised.
Elisa nodded silently. As they Disapparated, she stood there for a while, listening to the fire crackle and the soft breathing of the two sleeping infants. Absentmindedly, she reached into her robe and drew out a small object she had carried since girlhood.
Her father, Felominus Fleamont, had been a great wizardâfascinated by the obscure and the arcane. His particular field was chronomantic divination, a rare branch of magic devoted to reading a personâs fate through the flow of time. He had crafted her a small hourglass at her birthâone that had never stopped running.
Until tonight.
Elisa looked at the two babies, sleeping peacefully, and smiled faintly as the family cat curled up between them. Then, softly, she began to hum an old lullabyâone she had once sung for her own son, Fleamont.
âSleep, my loves, and peace attend thee,
All through the night.â
She settled into the rocking chairâone her grandson had brought especially for her weary bonesâand the gentle creak filled the quiet room.
âGuardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.â
The chair rocked slowly back and forth as her voice, fragile but steady, carried on the old lullaby.
âSoft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,â
Her gaze drifted towards the fire, watching the embers crackle and flare.
âI my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.â
With a tender motion, she drew her wand and laid it across her knees.
âWhile the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night,â
She turned her eyes to the window, where the pale light of the full moon shone through.
âWhile the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night.â
For a few moments, her breath grew shallow.
âOâer thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,â
Her eyes returned to the two sleeping infants, nestled close together.
âBreathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.â
She smiled faintly. Deep down, Elisa knew she would not live to see the dawn.
Frank dillane hate is NOT tolerated in this house đ ââď¸
he was so majestic as tom riddle, he gave off the creepy, unsettling feeling that christian didn't really give off THOUGH BOTH ACTORS ARE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!
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Muggle!Au where Voldy is Harry's beloved weird Eldritch horror looking cat(everyone's concerned and slightly scared but harry loves the weird fucking thing of a feline). ÂĄMight be mischaracterized!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Draco, looking at Harry's background in a zoom meeting: pottah...pottah what is that behind you??
Harry, unaware of everyone's impending confusion: hm? Oh that's my new rescue cat, Voldy! He's a little old so he probably won't do much, don't worry about him :)
Voldemort, scooting around Harry's kitchen counters as if he had no legs like an Eldritch being, with blue skin and no fur:
Draco(and everyone else in the zoom meeting): ...
Harry, thinking everyone's silence is worry for Voldemort: don't worry about him guys! He's fine, he knows his way around the house! :)
Ron: harry....why the fuck is he blue???
(here's the photo for ref/imagination if you can't imagine cat!Voldy)