Growing up Lord

Chapter 1

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Well hello this is my first attempt at a harry potter fanfiction, without further ado I present to you,

On the stormy night of Halloween when the whole world seemed to be rejoicing, some lives were about to be changed, for better or for worse wasn't yet decided but the change was inevitable.

The Marauders had just lost their glue. James Potter lied still on the cold ground, blood tricking down his chin, his heart too silent even to the magnified hearing of his friends. His wife Lily Potter was at the upper floor, in front of a small cradle withholding a very irate child. Lying as cold as her beloved husband.

Peter had done the unspeakable, he had betrayed the secret. He had betrayed the marauders, he like a weakling that he was had crawled into the darkness, which offered him temporary comforting shelter. He had ratted out a secret he was sworn to protect.

Sirius Black running to Peters house only to find it empty without any sign of violence. Him running to his next best guess of where he might find his friend, only to find his brother in all but blood dead? His so called friend who ate his head all 7 years of schooling given to the same fate. His Godson alone in a cradle, with charms on it to prevent falling active, and him trying his best to reach his mothers body?

Remus Lupin who was unaware at the moment of anything that happened in England, as he was underground with the people of  'his' kind to see if he could get any of them change sides, or stay neutral? Little did he know that the war was done, at least for now. There was going to be some peace in his life? But would he be able to call that unnatural silence, PEACE?

And unaware of all that was happening, there was a wonder child, calling out to his mom who was asleep on the floor. He wanted to crawl out of that cradle but he couldn't. he was doing what he always did to get attention form his mother. Cry out. Little did he know that the angel with red hair who was his mother had passed away, leaving him alone in this ruthless world. That the messy haired man whose specks he always snatched, who took him on all the cool flying brooms was no more. That he was an orphan to the eyes of world. But that wasn't all that he was, he also was the-boy-who-lived.

Away from this in a small little town sat a tabby cat. Who seemed pretty unnatural for a cat. She seemed to be watching some muggles who appeared to be the worst of all sorts in her mind. A woman with a abysmally large neck, who seemed to hit her child when she thought no one was looking. A child barely one and could fake a very large cry of attention, a huge lump of a man, who thought he was better than the rest of the world, but abused his wife when he knew no one could hear. No he wouldn't let the son of his favorite student come here. No, she was far too good friends with Lily and James, she would never let that happen. This unusual cat now changed with a pop to a full-grown woman. A woman with determination that she would not let harry into the hands of these vile muggles if that was the last thing she ever did.

She had work on her hand and she disappeared with a pop to the small cottage on which she knew the child would be there.

On reaching their cottage in Godrics Hollow, she found one person she hadn't expected to see. Sirius Black he was the secret keeper. He divulged the secret. He put the life of James and Lily in jeopardy. And here he was crying over the dead body of his so called best friend whom he murdered so brutally. No she wouldn't let him flee. She bound her in some ropes she conjured making it impossible for him to move, her own creation which she was only waiting to use.

Sirius finally got hold of himself, and finally saw Professor McGonagall towering over him with her lips thinner than a line, with her eyes holding more rage than that was capable. He thought she was angry on Voldemort, never in his dreams he thought that the woman whom he held to the pedestal of mother would look at him with that, rage directed at him.

Minerva took the bound Sirius and handed him a portkey to the dungeons of her castle. She went to examine her favorite students, and their son. It was obvious that he would rise to accomplish a great wizard, but this wasn't future. This was the present and she was concerned about the kid. Because one day trip to little winging had confirmed her fears that Lily's sister wouldn't be able to provide a nurturing environment harry would require.

Minerva wasn't exactly young. She knew she wouldn't be very capable of dealing with the kid, she knew she always had a thin patience, but she was the best the kid had. He would have to make do with it. Until she found a suitable guardian for him of course.

She didn't have any unrealistic expectations. She knew she would require help. She would just decide later when and where that help would come from.

She didn't think it was necessary to keep Albus Dumbledore in the loop. Because if she had guessed it right, Albus planned to make Dursleys adopt harry. And that wasn't what she had wanted for the kid. He would either become a bully, or an underdog in that environment. And she wanted none for him. She would take care of him.