PrologueBright eyes looked up as they cooed at the soft smile that a woman above them gave. He reached out for the red hair, hoping to get held but to not be much to the babies ire.
Lily Potter stared at the small boy. She reached into the crib and placed a hand softly onto the admittedly softer cheek of the baby. The same one she had just adopted minutes ago to Dumbledore's urgent request. She frowned when she found her way to the lightning shaped scar on his forhead, tracing the scar softly making him giggle in ticklish humor making her lips twitch to a smile though her thoughts wondered how he got it. He was only a few months old at the least.
Her eyes turned to the door of the room, a creak noticeably creaking to the weight of someone entering the room-to see James with a frown upon his-(she admitted was one quality she never thought she would admit, just how handsome he was)-she came back to see how serious his handsome face was. "Lily, we need to talk."
Blinking it was her turn to frown and turn serious. "About what?" James Potters eyes glanced at the boy in the crib before back to his barely newly wedded wife. "Oh...we'll be back Harry, sit tight okay?" Lily spoke to their young charge who grew sleepy as time passed before walking out of the room.
"Dumbledore said..." he paused as he fidgeted in his place-acting as if he were in trouble or if she was going to react angrily. "...He said that his parents were killed-but... Lily, I did a test while we were at Gringotts to set up his account-A blood test on the boy because I wanted to at least honor his parents...if he found out...." he started mumbling but the time he sat them down in their room, trying to calm his clammy hands clasping hers.
Lily looked into James eyes with her frowning growing, her heart beating in her chess in sickening anticipation. "What is it?" She asked her voice low, dread oiled heavily into her stomach like slimey ink.
Taking a deep breath to gain his will-and his composure to tell his wife the news, he spoke it out all in one breath. "His real parents are alive. Dumbledore stole him."
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"No!" Lily cried as she watched James fall limply on the stairs, the green flash her only sign of what spell had hit her husband. She climbed up without going to him, knowing she couldn't stop. She had to protect Harry now.
She ran into the room, her child's nursery and put the baby now a toddler that she was cradling to her chest-laying him down when the door burst opened. She whipped around to shield Harry putting her brave face on.
"Oh Lily...Poor Lily...you should have just kept your nose out of it....it would have all worked out. My small naive pawn in a way. My rise to more power once they're old enough!" He spoke low and menaceing, eyes sharply digging into her face. Growing high and breathy towards the end before he laughed boisterously. Her sharp green eyes glared at the old man in front of her, not saying a word as they stepped one foot into the room. "You and James both should have left it well alone, how dumb are you really? You always wanted one-and since well- You could have taken the boy as your own after-"
"Don't you dare speak about my child Dumbledore!!" She screamed at him as that was just-just so wrong to bring up but evil never cared. The venom in her voice-fell onto deaf ears.
Dumbledore sighed before he raised his wand. "You could have had a second chance with him. But...I guess that is on me. I should have been more wise in choosing-to who I trusted as the boys new guardians, a different approach would be the best." His hand rose showing off a long wahsed out piece of wood. His wand strongly pointing at her.
Lily's breath hitched just enough she knew it wasn't audlible-"You won't get away with this." Lily said as she stood tall as her breath came back to her, knowing her fate. "I cared for him like I would have my own, but it was wrong what you did-Everything you've ever done was wrong-. Harry will be back with his family one day, He will. You can't change fate, Dumbledore. So without further ado." Lily laughed as she smirked wickedly. "Go fuck yourself." She stage whispered.
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Harry Potter, adopted son of Percy Jackson
Fanfiction//Adopted story// Two lives come together-to the fates' ire-all by a chance of will. Of time and changes. In a way they save each other-becoming father and son with unbreakable spirit-as life, as fate throws its challenges their way. Percy Jackson...