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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 4
December 25, 1987-Longbottom Manor

          Lily Potter smiled as she saw the look on her son’s face as Harry sat next to Neville in front of the Christmas tree with a load of presents. Ever since the earthquake that happened several months ago, Lily had to endure seeing Harry’s pained and weakened state at the hands of her sister’s family. After both Vernon and Marge finally healed, they along with Dudley took every advantage they could to beat and belittle Harry. Even with her there doing everything she could to protect Harry from them, they practically ignored her as they continued their assault on the seven-year-old boy. She tried everything that she could to get them off of Harry, from picking up and throwing dishes to making the furniture move, but it was unsuccessful. As for Harry, he seemed weaker and far more frail looking during that time. In fact, the only time Harry looked healthy was either when he visited Thaddeus Flamel and Mrs. Figg, or when he spent the weekend over at Longbottom Manor. However, it wasn’t until Thaddeus moved across the street that Lily discovered the reason for Harry feeling weak: a Dementor.
          Lily herself couldn’t understand why a Dementor was hovering over the Dursley home, nor why Harry was the only one affected by it. However, as soon as Thaddeus moved in to the vacant home next to Mrs. Figg’s, and Harry soon started spending as much time over their homes as much as possible, Lily herself discovered the cloaked figure hovering nearby a tree. After telling Thaddeus about the Dementor, Thaddeus used his patronus, which was the form of a large wolf, to attack it and force it to go away. Thaddeus did this after the sun had set, so no muggles had paid any attention when he summoned his patronus to get rid of the Dementor. However, after a week had gone by, two Dementors showed up around #4 Privet Drive and Harry went from bad to worse. The fact that the muggles never saw them made things even worse as Harry was so weak and cold that he hardly had any energy to do anything. Thaddeus became furious at this fact and nearly torched the Dursley’s home after the fact, but Mrs. Figg herself was able to calm him down just enough for him to summon his wolf patronus again to get rid of them. Afterwards, Mrs. Figg sent word to the Ministry about the Dementors being in Surrey, who in turn sent two Aurors to investigate. The Aurors questioned both Thaddeus and Mrs. Figg about the Dementor attacks and why Thaddeus is still in the country. Thaddeus simply told them that after the earthquake, he decided to move as a favor to Augusta Longbottom. As for the Dementors, no one seemed to know why they were in Surrey, nor why they were only targeting Harry, but the Aurors agreed that this warranted an investigation. Afterwards, no Dementors appeared and Harry slowly regained his strength.
          While the physical and mental abuse of Harry continued at the hands at the Dursleys, both Harry and Lily were extremely grateful for Alice taking Harry away from them for a weekend once a month. They were even more grateful when Alice convinced Vernon and Petunia to allow Harry to spend the Christmas holiday with her. During the small amount of time she had with Harry, Alice took him clothes shopping and bought him better clothes as well as anything else he wanted. The rest of the time with the Longbottoms were split between Augusta teaching him about their world as much as she could, and hanging out with Neville around their home. Lily could easily tell that he had much more fun being around Neville and could even tell that Harry felt closer to the Longbottoms than being around the Dursleys. It was definitely clear to her that Harry now considered the Longbottoms his family and begged Alice to find a way for him to stay there permanently. Alice of course promised him that she would not stop fighting for custody with the Ministry, but with those closed-minded fools she told him, that they were not likely to budge. In fact, there seemed to be only one person in the Ministry who showed any sort of sympathy: Madame Amelia Bones.
          When Harry was back with the Dursleys, he spent whatever free time he had with Thaddeus learning about his magic. Thaddeus of course began Harry with simple basics: controlling his thoughts and emotions, which was extremely difficult for a seven-year-old. In fact, Harry was still undergoing that first part just before the holiday break. As for Lily, she desperately wanted to know what Thaddeus meant when he exclaimed that she wasn’t dead. Thaddeus didn’t have an answer for her, although he did reveal to her that both James and Frank visited him prior to their deaths for an old spell they heard about through their families’ histories. When Lily pressed him further about that spell, he told her that he couldn’t reveal it at that time, as he was sworn not to reveal it to both Lily and Alice until both Harry and Neville turn thirteen. However, he did inform her that it might have been possible that James used that spell around the same time Lily cast her sacrificial protection spell on Harry, and that might explain Lily’s current condition. Anything more, Thaddeus told her, he had to search for himself, and promised to let her know immediately if he learned anything new.
          Harry was smiling and laughing with Neville as they torn into the presents beneath the Christmas tree. Both Alice and Augusta were sitting on one of the living room couches sipping tea watching them unwrapped their presents with youthful abandon. Both Harry and Neville got new clothes, some wizarding toys, and some books on basic magic for them both to learn. Their favorite present, of course, was an assortment of sweets and chocolates that they nearly tried to devour right then and there. However, there was one last present left for Harry to open before they all sat down for Christmas breakfast. It was a large golden wrapped package that had a note for Harry on it. Tearing the note off of the package, Harry read it silently.
To Harry James Potter:

Your father left this in my care just before he died, and I feel that it’s time that it is returned to you. I promised your father that I would not give this to you until before you go to Hogwarts. However, after seeing how bad your life has been with the Dursleys, I had Topy go back to America and fetch this for me. I’m sorry that I didn’t bring it with me when we met, I was trying to honor your father’s wish. Use it well.

Your friend,
Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel

          “Open it, Harry.” Neville exclaimed happily. Harry ripped through the wrapping within seconds to reveal a long silvery, fluid-like cloak that Lily instantly recognized.
          “I don’t believe it.” Lily said shocked. “It’s your father’s invisibility cloak. How did Mr. Flamel get his hands on it. I thought he gave it to Dumbledore.”
          “An invisibility cloak?” Harry frowned and picked it up. When he did, Neville looked at it and placed his hands on it as well.
          “It is, isn’t it?” Neville said as he looked at it in amazement. “I’ve never seen one before. I’ve heard that they are extremely rare.”
          “I don’t believe it myself.” Alice chimed in, now standing over the two boys. “I can’t even believe that James had something like this. They are not only rare, but they’re not exactly legal either.”
          “What do you mean, Godmum?” Harry looked back up at her and asked.
“Well, having an invisibility cloak in your possession is not illegal,” Alice explained, smiling at Harry for him calling her ‘Godmum’. “But if Aurors find out that you have one, they’re likely to seize it on grounds of suspicious activity.”
          “I suggest that you not use it unless you need to.” Augusta spoke up soon after. “Use it whenever you need to get away from the Dursleys, but never when you’re close by to muggles, or you’ll get caught for sure.”
          “Yes, ma’am.” Harry answered, folding the cloak up and putting it to the side. Afterwards, both Harry and Neville put their presents away underneath the tree and went to join Alice and Augusta in the dining room for breakfast. The rest of the holiday was spent with Neville teaching Harry fun wizard games they could play together, Alice taking them to church, and Augusta cooking them the biggest Christmas dinner that Harry had ever seen. It was so big in fact that it took the four of them four days to finish it all. To Lily, she had never seen Harry happier. However, through all of this, she had to wonder about the whereabouts of Thaddeus Flamel.

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Later that evening-Godric’s Hollow graveyard

          Thaddeus didn’t like doing this, even though it was his idea, but he needed to get some answers, and this was the only place he knew he could get them. Thaddeus had waited until everyone in the town had gone to sleep, with the exception of a few stragglers who were still at the pub a few blocks over. Feeling that he was safe to be there undetected, Thaddeus left his sunglasses back at his new home as he began searching for the grave of James and Lily Potter.
          Thaddeus spent thirty minutes searching the graveyard before coming up on the Potters’ grave. When he finally found it, he bowed his head respectively and closed his eyes. He silently waited for several minutes before he heard a voice he had hoped he wouldn’t hear.
          “Hello, Mr. Flamel.” The voice of James Potter spoke as Thaddeus looked up at the ghostly figure of James Potter. “It’s good to see you again, although I would prefer to be alive and not stuck here in this graveyard.”
          “An aftereffect of the binding spell you used.” Thaddeus replied, frowning at James. “A spell that I specifically warned you and Frank Longbottom not to use, Mr. Potter.”
          “I don’t understand.” James said to him. “I didn’t use it on myself, how am I being stuck here in this graveyard an aftereffect?”
          “Because you’re the one who casted it.” Thaddeus told the spirit. “As a third-party caster, you used the binding spell just moments prior to your death. I know that you binded your wife’s spirit with your child’s, but there was a reason why I told you not to use it in the first place.”
          “What do you mean? You were the one who gave Frank and I the spell to begin with.” James crossed his ghostly arms across his chest and frowned. “What could have possibly gone wrong, it didn’t work anyway.”
          “First off, it did work in a weird way.” Thaddeus responded sharing James frown. “When you casted the spell, your wife was casting another spell on herself and Harry. It was the spell of sacrifice; a protection spell designed to permanently protect your son from any hostile threat to him by giving up her own life to do so. Your spell, binded both your wife’s and your son’s spirit in such a way that as long as they were together, nothing, or should I say no one, could kill them. So, in effect, both spells worked with unknown side-effects that nobody can foresee. That is the main reason why I am here, Mr. Potter. For me to understand what exactly happened, I need to examine your wife’s body to see if what I suspect is true.”
          “She’s not here.” James told him, almost angrily at Thaddeus. “That night something very horrible happened: we were betrayed by my friend Peter Pettigrew. He told Voldemort where we were and after Voldemort was destroyed, he took Lily’s body. I don’t know where it or he is.”
          “Do you know where he might hide her body?” Thaddeus asked.
          “No, I’m afraid that I don’t know. All I know is that he had a small farmhouse on the outskirts of Dublin.” James answered. “However, the dirty rat would never hide there. It would be the first place anyone would look. I doubt that Lily’s corpse would be there.”
          “Why would this Pettigrew take your wife’s body?” Thaddeus inquired, frowning even more so.
          “He had a thing for her while we were growing up together.” James explained to him. “He was always hovering around her whenever he wasn’t hanging out with me and my other friends. I always thought he was okay with me and Lily getting together, but maybe jealousy got the better of him. If you find him, Mr. Flamel, I hope that you make him suffer for what he did.”
          “I promise that if I ever find him, he will have a whole new definition of pain.” Thaddeus told him before nodding his goodbye. “Take care, James Potter. I hope that one day you’ll be able to explore outside of this graveyard.”
          “One last thing, Mr. Flamel.” James stopped him from leaving. “I know that what Frank and I did was wrong, but we wanted to protect our family. Please don’t reveal what we did until after both Harry and Neville turn thirteen. I know that both Lily and Alice would be mad at us for doing this, but Harry and Neville simply wouldn’t understand at this time. When they both turn thirteen, then you can explain it to them. Will you do this for me?”
          “Of course, Mr. Potter.” Thaddeus nodded. “However, my main concern is finding your wife’s body. Once again, take care.”
          Thaddeus left the graveyard and walked down a few blocks before Apparating back to Privet Drive. Before he did, however, his sister Abigail, who was silently waiting for him outside of the graveyard, finally spoke up.
          “Why didn’t you tell him about Harry?” She asked him.
          “Because there’s nothing he can do about it.” Thaddeus told his dead sister. “Telling him about how Harry is living right now will only get him angry at the situation he can’t deal with. It’s best that he doesn’t find out about the Dursleys, Abi.”
          Abigail nodded her understanding as Thaddeus Apparated away, taking her along with him. As they both disappeared, Thaddeus began wondering what Dumbledore was thinking all those years ago. As a matter of fact, Thaddeus began wondering what Dumbledore was thinking now.

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Near Midnight-Azkaban

          “I’ve been waiting for you, Albus.” Grindelwald said as he sat in his small dark cell in Azkaban Prison. The elderly bald man smiled and chuckled as the door to his cell opened and Albus Dumbledore, his long-time friend and greatest rival entered carrying a bottle of brandy and a couple of glasses. Facing him, Grindelwald stood from the ground and embraced his old friend. “It’s been too long, my friend.”
          “Indeed it has, Gellert.” Dumbledore responded, returning his friend’s hug. Releasing it a moment later, he handed Grindelwald the bottle and glasses while he pulled out his wand and conjured up a table and two chairs. Grindelwald sat down on one of the chairs and opened the bottle of brandy, filling both glasses in his hand before handing one over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took it and raised it in a toast. “To the holiday and to our well-laid-out plan.”
          “Indeed, Albus.” Grindelwald answered, raising his glass as well. They both clinked their glasses together and took a sip of brandy. “How is our plan folding so far?”
          “We have a small problem with this American wizard Thaddeus Prendergast.” Dumbledore told him as he sipped his brandy. “I have reason to believe that he belongs to the Coven. More so than that, he has moved across the street from where Potter is living right now.”
          “I suspected as much, Albus.” Grindelwald told him. “The Dementors that I sent to the Dursleys’ home told me of this wizard and his patronus. They told me that his wolf patronus was the most powerful one that they have ever encountered. I knew at that point it would be impractical to send more there to try and weaken the boy. Besides the fact that this wizard has come to help Harry Potter, what other reason that you have to believe that he is a member of the Coven?”
          “Nothing I can say for certain, old friend.” Dumbledore responded. “We need to keep a closer eye on Prendergast as well as both the Longbottoms and Potter. Our plan to get rid of the last pieces of the Peverell line and taking over both the wizarding and muggle world is still intact, Gellert. We might have to modify it a bit in order to get what we both want, though.”
          “I agree, Albus.” Grindelwald replied, finishing his glass of brandy. “What about Potter, Albus? Ever since he caused that earthquake, he has shown incredible power. Power he is now learning to control under the tutelage of Alice and Augusta Longbottom, not to mention that American wizard as well. What should we do if our primary plan fails, Albus?”
          “Don’t worry, Gellert. One way or another, Harry Potter will die, and the war we want will soon come to fruition.” Dumbledore rose and smiled. “We just need to wait until the boy comes to Hogwarts. Then and only then will our plan for both Potter and Longbottom will begin.”

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