✔DRARRY ONESHOTS

need a hand please :)

Hey guys. So the last oneshot I wrote was a request right? For Iliaz1826 . And I have decided to turn it into a full on story. I have planned the whole thing out and started writing!

This is the introduction - let me know if I should def continue writing this book, and if not. Feedback is great guys.

:)

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It was a dark night. It often was in winter, but tonight was the darkest night of the year. It probably didn’t help that it was the last night of October. All Hallows Eve often had a huge part in affecting the weather, but there was another factor one must consider as to why it was so unusually dark tonight. 

The moon was mourning and therefore not shining. A family, a pack, had been ripped apart tonight. It was inhumane, the way they died. Put down like animals, ignoring their screams and cries to stop. A specialised spell had taken their lives – new Wizarding technology. This spell separated the animal from the human and left them lying dead next to each other. That’s right. This specialised version of the killing curse was used on animagi, and unfortunately, the family targeted were all animagi.

It was tradition for Pureblood families to learn how to become an Animagus as it proved their competence with controlling magic and their form, but it also showed if they were able to protect their family from danger. If a pureblood wished to marry a Half-Blood or a Muggleborn, the person marrying in must achieve their Animagus form. If not, they could not marry in. That’s just how the world works.

If we look through the windows belonging to this – now dead - family, we can see 4 bodies on the living room floor. Lily and James Potter lie on the floor lifeless, next to their animal forms, a stag, and a robin. Their once happy, bright, and joyful house had been tainted with Dark Magic and it would never be the same again.

Moving up through the house we see many rooms; some for guests and some for daily use. One of them is a nursery. The nursery doesn’t even look habitable. Windows are shattered, glass lying everywhere, bookshelves smouldering, dust settling, and the cold frosty wind blows through the broken windowpanes. But, in the centre of the room lies an untouched circle. Inside is a still intact crib and a set of smoking robes lying just at the feet of the cot. The baby blue blankets used to wrap a child, are stone cold.
 
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“PETER!” Sirius’ voice was hoarse from the screaming on a random roof, but it didn’t amount to the pain he was feeling at the current moment. His best friends were dead, and it was Peter’s fault. Their house had been blown up and he doesn’t know where Prongslet is. His body wasn’t in the wreckage, and he knows he, therefore, must be alive.

“PETER FUCKING PETTIGREW. SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!” Tears streamed down his face as a crazed glint swallowed the light inside his eyes. He felt like he had been ripped apart. He had never been in this much emotional pain before, but he didn’t care. It felt like a gaping hole had been ripped open in his chest, and he should be dead, but he wasn’t. Here he was. Alive. And his best friends weren’t. His black dog Animagus form was howling in pain as it no longer felt the pack bond between the Stag and Robin.

A small crack behind him made Sirius whip around snarling. There he stood. The fucking rat stood there without a trace of emotion on his face. “YOU TRAITOR!” Sirius screamed, his dog’s howl breaking through his throat and permeating his hoarse voice. From where he stood, Peter shivered.

“I bet you fucking enjoyed it, didn’t you? You smiled as you led the world’s most evil man to their doorstep, and you DARED to taint their lives with his presence. You’re a monster.” Sirius slumped to his knees, dislodging tiles as he wailed and thrashed. “YOU’RE A MONSTER! I HATE YOU!” His sobs calmed down to small hiccups as he continued to cry loudly. “I hate you.” He whispered. “I hate you… I hate you… I hate YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!” with a final cry the crazed man lunged at his ex-best friend and shoved him.

Everything went in slow motion then.

Both of their eyes opened wide as Peter stumbled back from the push. Sirius’ mouth was open in shock and guilt. He reached out a hand to grab the other man, but it fell short and-

-Peter fell backwards and slipped over the edge of the roof.
 
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Lucius Malfoy sat and stared at the tiny creature sleeping on a towel in his office. If Peter’s word was to be trusted, this kitten here, was Harry Potter, son of James and Lily of the Ancient and Noble House Potter.

A spell must’ve backfired. Knowing the route Voldemort had take recently with specialised spells, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the Dark Lord’s spell that made the baby this way.

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So? What are peoples thoughts? Should I continue this still?

It will be uploaded as a separate book so do worry

Hope your 2022 has been amazing so far

~ Jaz