Mischief Managed

9 Somebody killed somebody

Tell me your thoughts.

The Boy Who Lived
[Lilith had left because her guardian would be waiting for her. Promising to meet Harry later and tell him everything she was gone.]

That made people a little sad.

[Later back in the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid and Harry, are at a long table, eating soup. Everything is too quiet, Hagrid soon notices this.]

"That better not be pea soup." Orion scrunched his nose. "That disgusting soup." Both versions of Sirius were surprised. He didn't expect his father to speak up here. The so called nobel house of Black loathed muggleborns and Halfbloods.

"You seem too quiet Harry." Said Ron.

"Yeah. You usually don't know when to shut up." Reyana stroked her imaginary beard. 

Harry sent a playful glare at her.

Damian stared at her as he heard her laugh. Catching his eye Reyana perked up a questioning brow. He shook his head. (AN: oh this little moments)

Hagrid: You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet.

Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do.

Hall was once again silent. Everyone wanted know what happened? How did Lily and James die?

Hagrid: [sighs and pushes his bowl away] First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-...

"You'll never get him to say that." Marauders, Prewett and Weasley twins said along with the Chaos Sisters.

"Is that so?" Asked Harry smugly as others look at him wide eyed.

Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?

Hagrid: No, I can't spell it. All right. [quietly]Voldemort.

"You really, did it?" Asked Regulus.

"Impressive, Mr. Potter." Said Dumbledore. "Even I couldn't do that."

Harry: Voldemort?

"Told you, you don't know when to shut up." Reyana smirked.

Hagrid: Shh!!

[Harry looks around to see if anyone heard it]

Hagrid: It was dark times, Harry, dark times. 

What's happening?" a first year Slytherin asked.

"I think it's a flashback." Narcissa.

[We flash over to a flashback on the night at Godric's hollow, consisting off a cloaked man walking towards a house, breaking in with his wand, and proceeding to terrorize. Hagrid narrates.]Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. [Harry's mother, Lily, screams in pain as she is killed by Voldemort's wand. Green flashes are seen from the windows outside the house. Then, we see Voldemort pointing his wand at an infant Harry Potter's head.] Nobody...not one. ‘Cept you.

People had tears in their eyes. So that's what happened.

[We flash back to the present time.]

Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill...me?

"No a chicken." Damian commented offhandedly. Reyana, Fred and George who heard him snorted.

"Good one mate." The twins chorused. Damian smiled. Not knowing that these three were actually going to be best friends and pranksters.

Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that.

Harry: What happened to...to You-Know-Who?

"That might be the only time you called him that." Ron commented.

"It's just a name." Harry replied.

Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived.

"I hate that name." Harry sighed.

Bye 

Farjana out.