[ EU ] Harry Potter was killed by Voldemort as a new-born . Now , 11 years later , the Death-Eaters seek a pure blooded world and declare war on muggles .

He was just a *baby! * Minerva McGonagall did n't often cry, but now she sat in Dumbledore's office in Hogwarts, clutching her robes around her and openly weeping. 
 
 
 
 `` And Albus, James! And Lily!'' The silver-haired headmaster passed her a lilac handkerchief and remained silent. The Scottish witch blew her nose rather loudly and attempted to compose herself. 
 
 
 
 `` They were so young!'' The news had come by owl that evening. The owl itself had been attacked on the way over, deep scratches running down its back. Albus had refused to read the letter until the bird had been seen to. 
 
 
 It had been from Black, written in a crabbed and rushed hand. 
 
 
 *James and Lily dead. * It read. *Harry too. Going after him with Remus. * 
 
 
 The headmaster sniffed and removed his half-moon spectacles. He gave them a brisk polish. 
 
 
 
 `` This is a terrible thing, Minerva. It is the one thing I hoped absolutely never to pass.'' He said quietly. `` James and Lily were loyal members of the Order. Their loss will hit us hard.'' 
 
 
 
 `` But an innocent child, Albus! Oh, I knew he was capable of the most evil things, but I never suspected this might be his aim!'' 
 
 
 
 `` Unfortunately, I did. I guessed his intentions long ago, when I caught him listening at the door... You remember Sybil that night?'' 
 
 
 `` How could I not?'' McGonagall said dryly. 
 
 
 
 Dumbledore poured Minerva a small glass of firewhiskey and they sat in front of the fire and Dumbledore *thought. * 
 
 
 -- -- -- - 
 
 
 11 years later 
 
 
 
 The first years were filing in, black and green cloaks buttoned up against the cold of the Great Hall. Great green banners hung from the wall, a curling serpent on every one. There was only one house now. There was no sorting hat, no jolly speech from the brim of the tattered thing. 
 
 
 
 Dumbledore had been removed from his seat as Headmaster five years after the Potter's deaths. The head of the Board of Governors now sat in the gold chair, bony fingers laced over a cane with a silver snake's head curled around the handle. His blonde-grey hair streamed over the black robes he habitually wore, his eyes fixed upon the line of first years. His son was amongst them this year. 
 
 
 
 Lucius Malfoy, Headmaster of Hogwarts, shot a sidelong look at Snape, his Defence against the Dark Arts professor and Deputy Headmaster. He knew the greasy haired man would already be weighing up which students would be his favourites. Lucius Malfoy allowed himself a discrete smile. Each and every single one of the eleven year olds had had their lineage traced back as far as possible. Purebloods, every single one. He also noted with some satisfaction that fewer of them seemed to have webbed fingers this year. 
 
 
 
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 Sirius and Remus had died together on the same night of the Potters. The loss of Grimmauld Place as the Order's headquarters had been a sore blow to all, especially since it was incredibly difficult to fit more than twelve people into the Weasley's kitchen at one time, more so when Molly's sons were eating. But Minerva gladly accepted the cup of hot strong tea from the red headed woman and tried to move her elbow out of the twins' way, since they'd both spotted the sausages at the same time. 
 
 
 
 `` You holding up alright, dear?'' Molly asked, flicking her wand and setting the pans into a lather in the sink. 
 
 
 
 `` Yes, yes. I've just got back from Wizarding Scotland.'' The witch was, in fact, dressed head to toe in tartan robes. They were somewhat of an eyesore. 
 
 
 
 `` Have you spoken to Albus about numbers?'' Molly asked. 
 
 
 
 Minerva shook her head. `` It's not good I'm afraid. Many of them are too frightened to join us.'' 
 
 
 Molly clucked. `` George! Stop that, there's plenty of food for everyone.'' 
 
 
 
 `` I'm not George, I'm Fred!'' 
 
 
 
 `` Sorry dear,'' but her attention had already turned back to Minerva. 
 
 
 
 `` Is it really that bad?'' 
 
 
 
 `` Yes, but Tonks should be coming back from Ireland soon. She might have some better news for us.'' 
 
 
 A flash on the boundary of the magical borders made them look up. 
 
 
 `` Speak of the devil.'' Molly said, throwing open the door to the Burrow. But the words stopped in her mouth as she saw Tonks. 
 
 
 
 `` Minerva! Help! She's splinched herself!'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

