Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Almost Perfect ❯ Prologue

Disclaimer: Don't own it, and never will own it, (Trust me that's a good thing)

 

I'm putting this up but I probably won't finish it in a hurry and right now I only have this chapter finished.

 

Summary: Voldemort never killed James and instead put him under a spell that made him lose his memories until he heard his, Voldemort's, name. Seven years later James hears people talking in an alleyway and the name Voldemort. He rushes to see Dumbledore and finds that his son is alive, but Sirius has escaped from Azkaban and kidnapped Harry… Didn't he…

 

 

Prologue:

 

 

 

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off ……" as soon as he said it he heard Voldemort's merciless cold laughter behind him.

 

“ You think you can save them potter?” sneered Voldemort walking over the remains of the door he had just shattered.

 

James said nothing but raised his wand getting ready to fight. On the outside he looked only a bit shaken but other wise he looked determined. Inside he was nervous as hell he knew he probably wouldn't live, but he hoped that Harry and Lily would.

 

A few Death Eaters that James hadn't noticed were mocking him silently and making rude gestures. One of them actually waved as if to say, ` see you later. ' They were amused that James was going to try and fight Voldemort.

 

“ I see,” said Voldemort looking at James' raised wand. “ Have it your way.” He said and lazily drew his own wand suggesting that this wasn't even worth his time.

 

Voldemort was not going to kill James though, not yet anyway.

 

As they started dueling James could hear the Death Eaters cackling and shouting insults behind him, he tried to ignore them, but it was damn near impossible to do, but he grit his teeth and tried his best to block the insults and the laughter out.

 

“ What's the matter, Potter are they distracting you?” mocked Voldemort seeing that it was bothering James although he himself was unaffected by his Death Eaters chants and laughter.

 

James didn't answer and kept his mind on the duel. He felt as if it had been going on forever and he wondered when Voldemort was going to finish him off, he hoped he had at least bought Lily enough time to escape.

 

Voldemort's cold laughter filled the room and as if he had read James' mind, which he probably had said, “ I'm not going to kill you, Potter, not yet anyway. But I cannot guarantee the mudblood's safety.” He said with cold amusement in his voice.

 

James who had been knocked off guard when Voldemort had said that he wasn't going to kill him and even more so by the insult to his wife, lost his temper and yelled at Voldemort, “ Don't call her that!”

 

The Death Eaters behind him laughed at him for his outburst and for trying to defend his wife.

 

James turned his head for a split second at the sound of the Death Eaters laughter and never heard the spell that Voldemort muttered or did he see the shining white light that was hurled towards him out of Voldemort's wand.

 

As soon as the blazing white light hit James his eyes slid out of focus and then he suddenly collapsed as if someone had pulled something out from under his feet.

 

The Death Eaters were very pleased and some of them clapped and others shouted praises and waited to find out what they were to do next.

 

Voldemort merely nodded his head at the clapping and the praises from his followers and then he began giving out orders. “ Malfoy and Macnair take the blood traitor and dispose of him in some muggle town far away from here, and don't kill him.” He said with a glance in their direction. “ Bella you and your husband go and alert the others that in another hours time the Potters will no longer be a threat. Crabbe, Goyle, Pettigrew go outside and make sure that if anyone shows up that they are properly disposed of.”

 

All of the Death Eaters had remained still while Voldemort was giving out orders but now that he had finished they all sprang into action and Said simultaneously, “ Yes, My Lord.”

 

Lucius and Macnair went over to James' collapsed body hoisted him up between them and apparated away.

 

They appeared in an almost deserted city it looked very run down and not somewhere where anyone would want to live. There were hardly any lights, most of the houses were rundown and a few had actually collapsed from disuse. There was a barley standing gas station down the street from where they appeared. Lucius Malfoy looked around and sneered not able to comprehend how anyone even muggles could live in a place like this.

Most of the streets were dark because the lights that were supposed to be lighting them were either broken, burnt out, and a one had even fallen over onto an abandoned house.

 

Macnair and Lucius dropped James in the middle of a trash pile in an alleyway. They glanced at each other and left him rather reluctantly, alive and with only a few scrapes and scratches. They each took one last look around and disapparated back to Lucius Manor.

 

More than an hour later when everyone was waiting patiently at Malfoy Manor for Lord Voldemort to return they received news from a very disgruntled Crabbe and Goyle that Lily Potter was dead and so was Voldemort and somehow little one year old Harry Potter had survived it all.

 

There was an immediate uproar of angry, shocked and disbelieving voices. Some people started panicking and others were demanding to know what happened.

 

Unfortunately neither Crabbe nor Goyle knew what had happened because they had both fallen asleep.

 

Bellatrix demanded to know what had happened to Peter Pettigrew, but neither one of them knew the answer to that either. Needless to say they were both on the receiving end of Bellatrix's wrath.

 

*~*~*~*~*

 

Later that night someone was walking by a seemingly deserted alleyway heard moaning coming from behind a few piles of trash.

 

He decided to search for the source of the moaning and was shocked when he found it. It was a man who looked to be in his early twenties with glasses and really messy hair. The first thing the person who found him thought was that he got drunk and ended up in the alleyway. But when he got closer and really got a good look at the man he saw that he looked as if he had just woken up and was trying to figure out where he was.

 

The man looked up at him as he approached. “ Who are you?” he asked with same dazed look and he sounded like he had just woke up.

 

“ I'm Bane, “ said the stranger, “ why are down this alleyway and why were you moaning are you hurt buddy?” said Bane with an accent that James had never heard. Bane reached out his hand to help the stranger up.

 

The stranger hesitated a minute before taking the hand that Bane had offered to him. “ I really don' know why I'm here.” Said the stranger looking around at his surroundings. “ And yeah my head hurt for a bit when I first woke up.”

 

They walked out of the Alleyway and Bane led him to his house, which was almost a mile away from where the alleyway was and all the houses there were really well kept and Bane's was a nice one floor house but it had two bedrooms so there was room for the stranger he had brought home with him.

 

Bane pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and went to unlock the door, when the stranger behind him started laughing softly though because it was late at night.

 

“ What?” asked Bane opening the door and holding it open for the stranger.

 

“ Your house is orange, mate.” Said the stranger smiling.

 

“ Yeah,” said Bane realizing why the stranger was laughing. When they got in the house Bane had to ask if whoever this stranger was had a name. “ What's your name anyway?” he asked the stranger who was spread out on his back on the floor.

 

 

The stranger hesitated again before shrugging his shoulders, “ I don't know, I don't even remember anything about my past.” He paused trying to force himself to remember something but couldn't.

 

“ Hey,” said Bane, “ don't strain yourself you'll probably remember in time anyway.”

 

“ Yeah,” said the so far nameless stranger, “ but what am I going to do now, I mean I can't remember who I am, or where I live. I can't just make a house appear out of thin air.” Said the stranger working himself into a rant.

 

Hey now don't worry about it, for now lets just worry about getting you a name, okay?” said Bane attempting to calm the stranger down.

 

The stranger looked shocked for a second before smiling, “ yeah I do need one of those don't I?” he said calming down.

 

Bane stared at him, “ well you sure changed moods fast, so what names do you like?” he asked the stranger who had now sat up.

 

The stranger looked lost in thought for a few minutes, “ Maybe I have something with me that has my name on it.” He said and started to look through his pockets.

 

After about thirty minutes of searching they had found nothing that had the strangers name on it.

 

“ Hey,” said Bane looking at something on the floor beside the stranger, “ what is the piece of wood doing there?”

 

“ Huh?” said the stranger and looked for the piece of wood, “ oh, that it was in my hand when I woke up.”

 

“ Did you see if had your name on it?” Bane asked reaching for it.

 

The stranger looked at him as if he had gone mad, “ why on earth would my name be on a piece of wood?” he asked Bane.

 

“ Well I don't know,” said Bane having no idea why someone would put there name on a piece of wood but he had heard of crazier things.

 

Bane had grabbed it though despite the strangers protests that he probably would n't find his name on it, or anyone else's.

However the stranger was wrong as Bane found a name James Potter carved into the rounder end of the wood. “ Hey does the name James Potter sound familiar to you?” Bane asked.

 

The stranger thought for a second and for a second thought he remembered being called James before. “ Yeah, a bit. So I have a name now.”

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

It had been seven years since Bane had found James dumped in an alleyway, with no memories of who he was or where he came from. Even though Bane had thought that his memories would came back in time, they hadn't seven years later and James still had no clue about his past.

 

The only reason they knew that his name was James, was because James had woken up with a piece of wood in his hand and for some reason it had his named carved in it. Bane had on several occasions told James to get rid of it but he wouldn't and Bane didn't understand why.

 

Now though James had a job and a couple of friends, some of them were a bit crazy in Banes opinion. He liked to have fun and goof off so most likely when James was around you never had a dull moment.

 

Bane was beginning to wonder if James would ever get his memory back

He hoped so because even though James spent most of the time goofing off and laughing, Bane knew it really bugged him to not know who he was or where he came from. Even so no one seemed to be missing him they had searched the newspapers and through every missing persons file they could find, but no one named James Potter was missing from anywhere.

 

Right now though Bane was getting rather impatient, because James was late, very late he was supposed to meet him at the Café over an hour ago so they could go pick up Aly, Bane girlfriend, so they could go to this new amusement park a few towns over.

 

Bane was staring out of the window of the café thinking, `come on James hurry up.'

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

` Damn' thought James jogging through the streets, on his way home from work the streets were pretty much in the same condition they were seven years ago when James was ditched in the alleyway, but some of the houses had been fixed up or cleared away.

 

As James passed the alleyway he was ditched in, he passed it everyday on his way home from work he worked about three minutes from it, and quite a few times he would go and search in it after work to see if he could find something else that might tell him who he is and where he came from he never found anything and always left in a bad mood.

He stopped abruptly as soon as he had passed it, he heard voices of people whispering down the alleyway. He pressed himself against the wall and quietly listened.

 

“ So this is where you and Macnair dropped him at seven years ago.” Said a female voice.

 

` Wait a second,' thought James, ` they're talking about me.' His heart started to beat faster as he listened to them talk.

 

“ Yes, and when I came back he wasn't here and for some reason the Dark Lord wanted him to stay alive.” Said a second much deeper voice, he sounded aggravated like he had said this a million times before.

 

` Dark Lord,' thought James to himself, ` what the hell is going on?'

 

“ You don't know why Voldemort wanted­­­…”

 

“ Narcissa DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME.” Snapped the man's voice. They carried on with their conversation, but James didn't hear another word of it.

 

James had clutched his head when he heard the name ` Voldemort,' and slid down the wall. His head felt like it had exploded. He saw images like movies flash across the insides of his eyelids. It took him a while to realize that it was his memories. Finally as soon as the pain had come it subsided.

 

James now remembered everything he ran back to his apartment to get his wand, ` I'm glad I didn't listen to Bane and throw this out.' James thought to himself running back out the door, he muttered a locking spell after slamming the door shut behind him.

 

He was out of breath when he finally reached the café he was supposed to be meeting Bane at, he saw Bane out side of the café getting ready to leave and almost ran into him he was going so fast.

 

Bane however was not in the mood to wait for James to catch his breath. “ do you know how late you are James?” Bane practically yelled, “ I've been waiting for you for over an hour and Aly just called wanting to know where were at.”

 

By the time Bane was done screaming at James, James had caught his breath and was ready to explain.

 

“ Well,” said James trying not to upset Bane more than he already was, “ I was held up at work and then on my way home I walked by the alleyway you found me in and I heard people talking and something they said made me remember everything and I've been rushing around and I decide that I could at come and let you know that I'm not going to be coming today because I have to go talk to an old professor of mine.” Said James all in one breath and was again out of breath.

Bane's bad mood and anger towards James for being late vanished and was instead replaced by a happy mood and happiness for his friend, “ that awesome, James.” He said he really couldn't think of anything else to say right now.

 

“ Are you going to come back?” asked Bane and at James weird look he added, “ After you talk to your old professor.”

 

“ I don't know, after I find out what happened to my friends and family I might.” Said James, “ well have fun and tell Aly I said Hi.” He said walking off and as he turned to go around a corner he heard Bane yell after him, “ alright, have fun explaining where you've been for seven years.

 

As soon as James turned the corner he made sure no one was looking and apparated into Hogsmeade.

 

As soon as he got there he took off running again bumping into several people along the way, he was lucky because no one really recognized him. He was running in the direction of Hogwarts he didn't have to worry about anyone recognizing him there because it was late June and the students were home for the summer.

 

As he ran through the gates he knocked over Filch who was painting something and he landed in the paint can that was next to him.

 

James ran straight up to Dumbledore's office he wasn't he going to try and guess candy he just wanted in so he pointed his wand at the statue and threatened to blast it to bits if it didn't move.

 

It sprang aside obviously not liking the idea of being blown to bits. James sprinted up the stairs and would have burst through the door straight away but didn't want to give Dumbledore a heart attack.

 

James looked through the door it was cracked open just a bit. Dumbledore was pacing he looked tired and very miserable, as if too many bad things had happened all at once.

 

James took a deep breath quietly and then gently pushed the door open.

 

Dumbledore looked up and ceased his pacing when he heard his door being pushed open, he was expecting Minerva or maybe Severus, but definitely not some one who he thought died seven years ago. But sure enough there was James Potter standing in the entrance to his office.