chapter 1 tears dont fall they crash around me
Into the ruins of a cottage in Godric's hollow, a young man dressed in black walked. his lightly trembling frame stepped over the dead man at the foot of the stairs as he continued up them with much trepidation for what he hoped not find. the house truly was in ruins, singed wholes in the walls, and the ceiling nearly missing entirely, it was amazing that the pictures were still on the walls! 'overpowered sticking charm' the analytical side of him mused already trying to compartmentalize the trauma surely awaiting him (that was a long word to spell for my dyslexia). upon arriving on the second floor he noticed the damage was contained to a path going to one bedroom on the right and seemed to have been made by a verity of booby trapped prank spells rather then an actual fight, for he recognized some of the spells as they had been use on him in school. 'very clever potter protecting them even after your death, very nearly admirable if only the act wasn't attached to you.' he thought rather detached. he walked toward the room with the door blown off its hinges and stepped over the hole melted in the floor of the door way 'bundimun acid?', and froze upon looking forward, for there on the ground was his best and only friend dead on the floor. he rushed to her, (ran and slid) gently picked her up and held her to his chest crying. GRIEVING.
it would be hours before he cried himself out...for now
As he slowly stopped crying he realized he couldn't be found here, couldn't be caught or he'd be dead, so he put her down arranging her into a more comfortable position than he found her in. standing up a noise registered in his ears, that of a crying child. 'no, it couldn't be.' he thought in horror. slowly turning around he saw in the crib a baby standing up making grabby hands at lily and staring at him with far to intelligent eyes while tears, snot and blood poured down their face. scared for the health of the child (papa bear mode activated) (we all know he cares too much) he rushes over, whips out his wand and starts running medical scans on them. upon only finding a small wound he checks for foreign magics on the child and is briefly over whelmed and promptly horrified by what he finds there. "a horcrux!?" he whispers in horrified bafflement.
he knows the child isn't his to take and would be safer with many others but this is an extremely urgent matter so he scoops up the child holding them to his chest and gently cradling them. "hush now small one we need to leave to get you checked out and if you aren't calm apperateing will only be worse for you." he says in a soothing low baritone. the child babbles and points behind him, "I know you want your mum little one but she's gone." slightly choked up. the baby quiets but the tears are still running, 'like he understands' "thank you, we are going to go to Gringotts now so settle your breathing" he says more to himself then the baby, but to his astonishment the Child's breathing starts evening out. he glances down surprised before refocusing, he starts counting down "3..2..1.." and the two disappear with a quiet crack.