HP: The Other Potter (SI Potter-Marauder Era fic) (OC x Narcissa Black)

Part 1

Chapter 1- Lying Lips!

ALDEN POTTER

It was the night after the exams, and the halls of Hogwarts were filled with celebration and joy as the students celebrated their newfound freedom. The infamous closets of the school were all filled up as the students unwound after the hectic exams.

As a prefect, he was to enforce many of the school laws that were being broken today. However, it was a common consensus that for the final week of the school year, the prefects would let such small infractions go.

A part of him still couldn't believe where he was as he cycled through those halls, dressed in robes, wand in hand, walking through the halls of a literal school of magic.

Alden Potter was born to Charlus and Dorea Potter nee Black and was a cousin of James Potter. Charlus Potter had participated in the war against Grindelwald and had fought against his forces. The man was a war-hardened wizard, while his wife was a med-witch who worked in St. Mungo's.

They had met each other during the times of war, and their romance had blossomed under the tubulations of war. The two had returned and, despite strong opposition from their families, had decided to settle down, with Charlus becoming a teacher at the Auror academy and Dorea continuing with her job at St. Mungo's.

His birth had been a welcome surprise to the couple, who had long given up on any hope of children until one day, the med-witch had found herself pregnant, much to the delight and surprise of the ostracized couple.

For that was what they were: two individuals belonging to two families with nearly opposite political ideologies. Their union had upset many among them, yet thankfully, the passage of time would heal some of the bonds.

And so, nine months later, I was born, named Alden Potter, born with the grey eyes of the Blacks and the unruly blonde hair of Potters. Early life was much of a blur, haunted my nightmares and dreams that made no sense to me until, at the age of nine as I had my first bout of accidental magic and blew up half the House.

The ordeal led to me going into a slight coma for a week, and when I woke up, it all made sense. The dreams, the nightmares, and it all clicked together.

The years ahead had been tumultuous, with the knowledge of the incoming tragedy. At first, Alden had thought of leaving the British Isles altogether until he had realized the futility of his desire, for his parents weren't ones to abandon their family and home country.

And so, he had thrown himself into his studies with reckless abandon as he decided to use everything at his disposal so he could protect them from the war, set to envelop the Magical world of Britain.

Over the years, he had succeeded in making some changes, yet his age and youth had meant that his efforts had been basically on a small scale. Yet even at Hogwarts, he had tried to do what he could to limit the spread of Voldemort's ideology.

Yet there was more to do, much more. And now that he was done with his OWLs, he could finally have a greater voice.

And then suddenly, as he rounded the last corner, frowning at the sound of heels clacking on the hard floor of the school, he took out his wand in preparation, though he was taken aback when suddenly a student bumped into him and tripped.

He reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her into himself. Her light blonde hair with black fringes mottled in between splashed him in the face, and in the whole of Hogwarts, there was only one witch with such signature hair.

"Black! What are you doing running like this in the Halls?" he said, yet he didn't put down his wand as he heard the sound of another person running behind her.