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Prologue.
August 16, 1981.
James and Lily Potter had everything to be happy.
They had two wonderful children, Harry Potter and Ryan, twins, born just one minute apart. Harry, the eldest, and was a striking mix of his parents: emerald green eyes of his mother and the hair and the face of his father made him an adorable child who promised to become a very handsome young man in the future. His twin brother, on the contrary was the spitting image of his father, both physically and in character. While Harry showed a calm and thoughtful, almost never stopped crying and was very wise, it was Ryan who claimed a baby turbulent always the attention of his parents and loved sketching smiles and clowning. Yes, definitely a miniature version of James Potter, Marauder future potential, as joked his father and uncles.
On this hot August morning, both parents went to Hogwarts, where they had been summoned by Albus Dumbledore for some reason they did not know yet. They had left their children in the care of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, two of their best friends, not without fear on the part of Lily who had no great confidence in the skills of the two marauders in regard to her children. After all, two of them had not really grown since Hogwarts, and even if Sirius had improved somewhat since he too was Dad, he had retained his love of Marauder.
And she was afraid they already trying to bribe the twins, especially Ryan.
They arrived at the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office. To their surprise, they saw that Longbottom were present.
- Frank, Alice, James exclaimed. What are you doing here? he asked, after having welcomed. The Longbottom were very close friends, Alice was one of the best friends of Lily and she and her husband were Aurors as James and Sirius. And all were part of the Order of the Phoenix.
- We have an appointment with Dumbledore, but apparently failed to give us his password and wait for someone to make us go, explained Frank.
While the two mothers began to discuss their respective offspring, and Frank James spoke labor and war. The wizarding world situation kept deteriorating, Voldemort amassing more and more followers, and the dead became more and more as the hope of victory dwindled.
After ten minutes, Professor McGonagall arrived, his smile disappeared when she saw severe four former students, who were incidentally four Gryffindors pride.
- Come, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you, she said. Lemon sorbet, she pointed to the gargoyle with a small puckering of lips that did not go unnoticed for two couples who smiled discreetly.
They went in silence and came into the office of Hogwarts. The Director of Gryffindor opened the office door and revealed Albus Dumbledore, head of the resistance against Voldemort, deeply admired by both couples.
- Hello the world, greeted it with a small warm smile. Take a seat please, I must tell you about a very important subject. Lemon drop? he proposed to four adults. Only James helped himself with a big smile.
- Very good, Dumbledore began. A few days ago I had an interview with Sybil Trelawney for the post of professor of Divination. From a common movement Lily and Minerva sketched a disdainful pout that seemed to mean 'divination nebula is a branch of magic, why is it that this is still taught at Hogwarts?'. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he continued his story.
- The fact is that this woman has a prophecy, a true prophecy, he said, insisting on the last two words. But this prophecy to you directly, that is why I have invited here this morning.
- What does this say? Alice asked with great curiosity, speaking for everyone.
- I think it's best that I watch, he said in a more serious tone.
Dumbledore's pensieve and went five wizards plunged into the memory of the director.
Several minutes later, they came out, deeply shocked.
- What does it mean, Professor Dumbledore? Lily asked, putting the tense silence that reigned in the office.
- This means that it will be my dear Harry, Neville and Ryan who overcomes Voldemort, he said, his tone serious.
Godric's Hollow, October 31, 1981.
Harry and Ryan slept quietly in their room while their parents were busy in the house nervously. Night had fallen and was a glimpse of the full moon. It was now two months they lived secluded in Godric's Hollow in the family home of Potter, the keeper of the secret was Peter Pettigrew. They could not get out, not that Voldemort is a threat to themselves and their children, and that expectation drives them mad, especially James who could not stand not being able to fight alongside their friends, or even just get out in the open air, if only for a few minutes. Inactivity has never been his strong point. And know that Longbottom crossing the same event do not comforting at all. They too lived in seclusion, under the spell of the secret keeper, who was Evana Black, Lily and best friend and wife Alice of Sirius.
That night, the nervousness was at its height in Potter. James was pacing, unable to find any occupation that would calm him, unlike his wife who was trying to read a book on the couch. Irritated by her husband, she exclaimed.
- James, please stop fidgeting like that, you'll end up going mad!
The name of James stopped waving, and sat down next to her, sheepishly. Without saying a word, he laid his head on the shoulder of his wife. It let out a little sigh of weariness, put his arm around her shoulders and snuggled against him. She too was tired and nervous, she would almost hope that something happens, to stop waiting. Anything rather than not knowing. Anything rather than this suspense, this expectation, this inactivity, it became almost mad. James and support was not easy. Former Marauder that was not bear not to take part in the action, and she understood all too well.
Suddenly they came to life and fire the head of Sirius appeared alarmed.
- Prongs, Peter is not home and there are traces of struggle. I think something happened, he said hastily. The Potter looked up with alarm and Lily ran a frightened glance toward her husband. It rose with determination.
- I'll get with you Padfoot, he says with determination. I'll take my invisibility cloak. Lily, you stay with the twins, we will alert the order.
After James took one last kiss of Floo powder and joined Sirius. Lily, too shocked could not even protest. She rushed into the room of his children, where the sight of their sleeping faces the calm for a moment. They were cute sleeping like that. So peaceful, it seemed that nothing could happen to them.
Suddenly he heard a noise downstairs and she trembled violently. Someone had gone home, and a cruel little voice whispered that neither James nor Sirius nor any member of the order.
The sound grew stronger, someone was busy and Lily prayed with all his strength to her husband or anyone came to their rescue. What could she do but stand alone for her children.
The wand in hand, she had approached the bed of Harry. Nervous, even terrified, she could not wait that the devil does not show. She would not let him touch a hair of her children, her babies. She died before she solemnly promised them.
The door was shattered, so strong, so she suddenly had no time for fear. A flood of red light hissed at him and the darkness came over him.
The menacing figure approached two children, who had awakened. Ryan was crying but Harry was content to set man with an air at once frightened and surprised.
- Which of you is supposed to have the power to defeat me? Hissed the man, laying down the twin with hatred and contempt. Regardless, I do not intend to take any chances.
He directed his wand at Harry, perhaps attracted by the green color of her eyes that reminded definitely the color of the Avada Kedavra, and without hesitation, pronounced the fate of death. But instead of killing the child, a phenomenon that could explain that years later, the fate of the bounces that had started.
Voldemort cast a piercing shriek and vanished in smoke. A pile of ash was deposited on the floor.
By a curious irony of fate, the fate that hit Harry had also bounced off his twin brother, and two brothers now sported a scar identical. A flash on the front.
Ryan began to cry on the spot, perhaps as a result of the pain of the scar or so because he saw his mother fall and the bad man trying to attack his sister, no one could say while Harry watched him all around him. One might almost say he was concerned, he had to understand what had happened.
While Lily was still unconscious, two adults entered the room in panic. James rushed to his wife he thought dead for a split second when his best friend checked the children were well.
- Lily goes well it is just stupéfixée, James said, heaving a huge sigh of relief. He soon disenchanted and helped him recover. She had nothing, no scratches, and that was the point. Everyone was fine, Voldemort had not had.
- James children, cried after she opened her eyes and found the presence of her husband. Voldemort was there, he ...
- James I do not understand, Sirius said slowly. Your children are doing well, except for a scar on their foreheads. They seem to go very well.
After helping his wife to get up, James and Lily went to the bedside of the twins, who were watching all the adults, big googly eyes. Their fronts wore a vivid red glow, but other than that, they looked in perfect shape. Each parent took a child in their arms, and a firm voice, ordered James to Sirius to go immediately seek Dumbledore.
- James looks, 'said Lily in a small voice, pointing to a long wooden object that was on the ground near a small pile of gray ashes.
James went without saying a word and took the baton between his fingers. He peered at length with one hand, Ryan begins to stir in his arms he placed the wand on the bedside table and took care of his son.
- Lils wait Dumbledore, he will explain what happened, he said in a grave voice. For now, we are delighted to be all four healthy and alive.
His wife nodded weakly head and gave him a tiny smile. In silence they waited for the headmaster of Hogwarts.
It appeared five minutes later with a Sirius still very agitated. Without saying a word, Dumbledore headed children. He first examined Ryan, who does not always calm, despite the hugs of his father. Then to Harry, he examined more carefully. His brow was furrowed, his eyes wore a light unusually serious and sad. But Albus Dumbledore had to make a decision very quickly.
After what seemed like an eternity for all adults here, he gave his verdict.
- Ryan defeated Voldemort. He continued, ignoring the gasps that came out in a chorus of Lily, James and Sirius. It has launched the fate of death, but Ryan was rejected and it has rebounded on Voldemort that disintegrated. Given the special relationship between Ryan and his brother both have a scar.
- How is this possible? Lily whispered. It's a baby, he can not ...
- It is because of the prophecy, exclaimed James, the power that we do not know, that's right? Ryan has a power that we do not know, and this allowed him to defeat Voldemort. Already pride seemed to spread on the face of James. Her son had destroyed the most evil wizard Grindelwald from himself.
Dumbledore nodded knowingly while the three adults were trying to assimilate all the events that had just occurred. Ryan Potter had defeated Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard of the century. Their son, his nephew, had accomplished this miracle.
- But he is dead then? Sirius asked hopefully. The war is over?
- Yes, the war is over, the old sorcerer replied enigmatically. I must leave you, I will go and inform the ministry.
A week later.
The party was in full swing. The laughter, lively discussions and music were heard. All wizards present at Grimmauld Place, for most members of the Order of the Phoenix, celebrated without missing the victory of their side against the most evil wizard. All thanks to the Child Potter, the boy-who-had already called him defeated as all the papers. Ryan Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. Savior who just passed from hand to hand and did not cajole any restraint by all the wizards here, while his twin brother was taking a nap in the next room with Neville Longbottom and Elizabeth Black, daughter of Evan and Sirius who was one month short of the two little boys. The three children slept peacefully, unaware of the festivities taking place next door, differences in treatment that began to settle, so softly that they were almost invisible, unaware of what had to be put in place to govern their lives for years to come.
It was a beautiful November day, in tune with the mood of the wizarding world, which seemed to have turned the corner on the darkest moment in its history, and was about to turn into a new, under the aegis of a little boy so adorable, heir to one of the oldest and prominent families in England.
Life is good, and it belongs to Ryan Sirius Potter.
August 16, 1981.
James and Lily Potter had everything to be happy.
They had two wonderful children, Harry Potter and Ryan, twins, born just one minute apart. Harry, the eldest, and was a striking mix of his parents: emerald green eyes of his mother and the hair and the face of his father made him an adorable child who promised to become a very handsome young man in the future. His twin brother, on the contrary was the spitting image of his father, both physically and in character. While Harry showed a calm and thoughtful, almost never stopped crying and was very wise, it was Ryan who claimed a baby turbulent always the attention of his parents and loved sketching smiles and clowning. Yes, definitely a miniature version of James Potter, Marauder future potential, as joked his father and uncles.
On this hot August morning, both parents went to Hogwarts, where they had been summoned by Albus Dumbledore for some reason they did not know yet. They had left their children in the care of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, two of their best friends, not without fear on the part of Lily who had no great confidence in the skills of the two marauders in regard to her children. After all, two of them had not really grown since Hogwarts, and even if Sirius had improved somewhat since he too was Dad, he had retained his love of Marauder.
And she was afraid they already trying to bribe the twins, especially Ryan.
They arrived at the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office. To their surprise, they saw that Longbottom were present.
- Frank, Alice, James exclaimed. What are you doing here? he asked, after having welcomed. The Longbottom were very close friends, Alice was one of the best friends of Lily and she and her husband were Aurors as James and Sirius. And all were part of the Order of the Phoenix.
- We have an appointment with Dumbledore, but apparently failed to give us his password and wait for someone to make us go, explained Frank.
While the two mothers began to discuss their respective offspring, and Frank James spoke labor and war. The wizarding world situation kept deteriorating, Voldemort amassing more and more followers, and the dead became more and more as the hope of victory dwindled.
After ten minutes, Professor McGonagall arrived, his smile disappeared when she saw severe four former students, who were incidentally four Gryffindors pride.
- Come, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you, she said. Lemon sorbet, she pointed to the gargoyle with a small puckering of lips that did not go unnoticed for two couples who smiled discreetly.
They went in silence and came into the office of Hogwarts. The Director of Gryffindor opened the office door and revealed Albus Dumbledore, head of the resistance against Voldemort, deeply admired by both couples.
- Hello the world, greeted it with a small warm smile. Take a seat please, I must tell you about a very important subject. Lemon drop? he proposed to four adults. Only James helped himself with a big smile.
- Very good, Dumbledore began. A few days ago I had an interview with Sybil Trelawney for the post of professor of Divination. From a common movement Lily and Minerva sketched a disdainful pout that seemed to mean 'divination nebula is a branch of magic, why is it that this is still taught at Hogwarts?'. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he continued his story.
- The fact is that this woman has a prophecy, a true prophecy, he said, insisting on the last two words. But this prophecy to you directly, that is why I have invited here this morning.
- What does this say? Alice asked with great curiosity, speaking for everyone.
- I think it's best that I watch, he said in a more serious tone.
Dumbledore's pensieve and went five wizards plunged into the memory of the director.
Several minutes later, they came out, deeply shocked.
- What does it mean, Professor Dumbledore? Lily asked, putting the tense silence that reigned in the office.
- This means that it will be my dear Harry, Neville and Ryan who overcomes Voldemort, he said, his tone serious.
Godric's Hollow, October 31, 1981.
Harry and Ryan slept quietly in their room while their parents were busy in the house nervously. Night had fallen and was a glimpse of the full moon. It was now two months they lived secluded in Godric's Hollow in the family home of Potter, the keeper of the secret was Peter Pettigrew. They could not get out, not that Voldemort is a threat to themselves and their children, and that expectation drives them mad, especially James who could not stand not being able to fight alongside their friends, or even just get out in the open air, if only for a few minutes. Inactivity has never been his strong point. And know that Longbottom crossing the same event do not comforting at all. They too lived in seclusion, under the spell of the secret keeper, who was Evana Black, Lily and best friend and wife Alice of Sirius.
That night, the nervousness was at its height in Potter. James was pacing, unable to find any occupation that would calm him, unlike his wife who was trying to read a book on the couch. Irritated by her husband, she exclaimed.
- James, please stop fidgeting like that, you'll end up going mad!
The name of James stopped waving, and sat down next to her, sheepishly. Without saying a word, he laid his head on the shoulder of his wife. It let out a little sigh of weariness, put his arm around her shoulders and snuggled against him. She too was tired and nervous, she would almost hope that something happens, to stop waiting. Anything rather than not knowing. Anything rather than this suspense, this expectation, this inactivity, it became almost mad. James and support was not easy. Former Marauder that was not bear not to take part in the action, and she understood all too well.
Suddenly they came to life and fire the head of Sirius appeared alarmed.
- Prongs, Peter is not home and there are traces of struggle. I think something happened, he said hastily. The Potter looked up with alarm and Lily ran a frightened glance toward her husband. It rose with determination.
- I'll get with you Padfoot, he says with determination. I'll take my invisibility cloak. Lily, you stay with the twins, we will alert the order.
After James took one last kiss of Floo powder and joined Sirius. Lily, too shocked could not even protest. She rushed into the room of his children, where the sight of their sleeping faces the calm for a moment. They were cute sleeping like that. So peaceful, it seemed that nothing could happen to them.
Suddenly he heard a noise downstairs and she trembled violently. Someone had gone home, and a cruel little voice whispered that neither James nor Sirius nor any member of the order.
The sound grew stronger, someone was busy and Lily prayed with all his strength to her husband or anyone came to their rescue. What could she do but stand alone for her children.
The wand in hand, she had approached the bed of Harry. Nervous, even terrified, she could not wait that the devil does not show. She would not let him touch a hair of her children, her babies. She died before she solemnly promised them.
The door was shattered, so strong, so she suddenly had no time for fear. A flood of red light hissed at him and the darkness came over him.
The menacing figure approached two children, who had awakened. Ryan was crying but Harry was content to set man with an air at once frightened and surprised.
- Which of you is supposed to have the power to defeat me? Hissed the man, laying down the twin with hatred and contempt. Regardless, I do not intend to take any chances.
He directed his wand at Harry, perhaps attracted by the green color of her eyes that reminded definitely the color of the Avada Kedavra, and without hesitation, pronounced the fate of death. But instead of killing the child, a phenomenon that could explain that years later, the fate of the bounces that had started.
Voldemort cast a piercing shriek and vanished in smoke. A pile of ash was deposited on the floor.
By a curious irony of fate, the fate that hit Harry had also bounced off his twin brother, and two brothers now sported a scar identical. A flash on the front.
Ryan began to cry on the spot, perhaps as a result of the pain of the scar or so because he saw his mother fall and the bad man trying to attack his sister, no one could say while Harry watched him all around him. One might almost say he was concerned, he had to understand what had happened.
While Lily was still unconscious, two adults entered the room in panic. James rushed to his wife he thought dead for a split second when his best friend checked the children were well.
- Lily goes well it is just stupéfixée, James said, heaving a huge sigh of relief. He soon disenchanted and helped him recover. She had nothing, no scratches, and that was the point. Everyone was fine, Voldemort had not had.
- James children, cried after she opened her eyes and found the presence of her husband. Voldemort was there, he ...
- James I do not understand, Sirius said slowly. Your children are doing well, except for a scar on their foreheads. They seem to go very well.
After helping his wife to get up, James and Lily went to the bedside of the twins, who were watching all the adults, big googly eyes. Their fronts wore a vivid red glow, but other than that, they looked in perfect shape. Each parent took a child in their arms, and a firm voice, ordered James to Sirius to go immediately seek Dumbledore.
- James looks, 'said Lily in a small voice, pointing to a long wooden object that was on the ground near a small pile of gray ashes.
James went without saying a word and took the baton between his fingers. He peered at length with one hand, Ryan begins to stir in his arms he placed the wand on the bedside table and took care of his son.
- Lils wait Dumbledore, he will explain what happened, he said in a grave voice. For now, we are delighted to be all four healthy and alive.
His wife nodded weakly head and gave him a tiny smile. In silence they waited for the headmaster of Hogwarts.
It appeared five minutes later with a Sirius still very agitated. Without saying a word, Dumbledore headed children. He first examined Ryan, who does not always calm, despite the hugs of his father. Then to Harry, he examined more carefully. His brow was furrowed, his eyes wore a light unusually serious and sad. But Albus Dumbledore had to make a decision very quickly.
After what seemed like an eternity for all adults here, he gave his verdict.
- Ryan defeated Voldemort. He continued, ignoring the gasps that came out in a chorus of Lily, James and Sirius. It has launched the fate of death, but Ryan was rejected and it has rebounded on Voldemort that disintegrated. Given the special relationship between Ryan and his brother both have a scar.
- How is this possible? Lily whispered. It's a baby, he can not ...
- It is because of the prophecy, exclaimed James, the power that we do not know, that's right? Ryan has a power that we do not know, and this allowed him to defeat Voldemort. Already pride seemed to spread on the face of James. Her son had destroyed the most evil wizard Grindelwald from himself.
Dumbledore nodded knowingly while the three adults were trying to assimilate all the events that had just occurred. Ryan Potter had defeated Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard of the century. Their son, his nephew, had accomplished this miracle.
- But he is dead then? Sirius asked hopefully. The war is over?
- Yes, the war is over, the old sorcerer replied enigmatically. I must leave you, I will go and inform the ministry.
A week later.
The party was in full swing. The laughter, lively discussions and music were heard. All wizards present at Grimmauld Place, for most members of the Order of the Phoenix, celebrated without missing the victory of their side against the most evil wizard. All thanks to the Child Potter, the boy-who-had already called him defeated as all the papers. Ryan Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. Savior who just passed from hand to hand and did not cajole any restraint by all the wizards here, while his twin brother was taking a nap in the next room with Neville Longbottom and Elizabeth Black, daughter of Evan and Sirius who was one month short of the two little boys. The three children slept peacefully, unaware of the festivities taking place next door, differences in treatment that began to settle, so softly that they were almost invisible, unaware of what had to be put in place to govern their lives for years to come.
It was a beautiful November day, in tune with the mood of the wizarding world, which seemed to have turned the corner on the darkest moment in its history, and was about to turn into a new, under the aegis of a little boy so adorable, heir to one of the oldest and prominent families in England.
Life is good, and it belongs to Ryan Sirius Potter.
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