Waiting for the End, By:Born2Mugglz, Ginny, and Merman Options

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This is an AU Story Written by Born2Mugglz, Ginny, and Merman

Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter...we'll put him back when we are done playing!

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Waiting for the End

By: Ginny, Born2Mugglz, and Merman






Chapter One:




All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
(JRR. Tolkien; Lord of the Rings)

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.



Through the rain, those peering out of their windows in Godric’s Hollow could make out the shape of a shrouded figure approaching the Potter’s door, knocking on its heavy oak doors.

A redheaded woman opened them slightly, wand raised. “Pateo!” she whispered, watching the figure carefully.

When nothing happened, she stepped aside. “Dumbledore, you must excuse me. I wasn’t expecting you—”

Dumbledore slipped his head out of his cloak, and stepped inside. Resting his hand on her shoulder for a moment, he regarded her sadly.

“These are dark times Lily. Dark times.”

She nodded, and closed the door after him.

“Why are you here?” she asked him, opening the kitchen door where a haggard James, Sirius, Remus and Peter sat.

Dumbledore sat in an empty chair, clasped his hands, and looked down at the table. For a few minutes, no one spoke. Then, peering over his half moon spectacles, he began.

“James, Voldemort is after you.”

Sirius clenched his fists, and stared at the table intently; Peter gasped, and tried to cover it with a cough. Lily jumped slightly, and spilled the cups of tea that she was carrying, paying no notice.

James, the only unaffected one, raised his eyes. “What do you mean, Albus?”

“Voldemort is after the most prominent families, James. I advise you to let me perform the Fidelius charm on you and your family. You’ll stay safe that way.”

A laugh interrupted them. All cast their eyes to the ground, and saw a little raven haired boy crawl into the room.

“Harry,” Lily breathed. As if she had reached a silent decision, she turned to Dumbledore.

“I agree.”

James nodded. “However, Sirius should be our secret keeper, Albus. You are too valuable to loose.”

Beside him, Sirius nodded, yet still glaring at the table.

Dumbledore slowly shook his head.

“You cannot risk Sirius’ life like that.”

“Yet we can risk yours? Why?” James retorted, rising.

“Because I can defend myself against Voldemort if need be.”

“And Sirius cannot?” James shouted, banging his fists on the table, and effectively spilling the small amount of tea that had survived the journey there.

For the first time that evening, Sirius spoke.

“No.”

Peter nodded. “James, Dumbledore is the only one You-Know-Who fears. Please, be reasonable.”

James sat down sighing, and put his head in his hands. “When will we have to do this?”

“Tonight.”

“How long will the charm last, Albus?” Sirius spoke, his voice laden with barely veiled emotion.

“Five years, and then it will need to be renewed.”

Lily grabbed James’ arm and tugged gently on it.

“For Harry, James. For Harry.”

Remus raised his empty mug. “To Harry!”

Everyone exchanged grim smiles, and raised their cups, despite being drained of tea.

The giggling little toddler on the floor couldn’t know that these people were meeting in secret, toasting him.

“To Harry!”