Will James

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Deep in the grave yard of Godric's Hollow Lucius Malfoy was tied to the headstone of Percival Dumbledore. A dark hooded figure was placing what appeared to be a baby into a large caldron full of a bubbling potion. Using the same ritual that had once revived the Dark Lord, the hooded figure continued to add ingredient s to the boiling potion. When it was completed Lucius Malfoy screamed in terror as the naked form of Albus Dumbledore removed himself from the caldron.

The hooded figure quickly went to the wrinkly old headmaster and placed a robe over his shoulders. The stranger then kneeled on the ground and kissed the hem of Dumbledore's robes. Master you have returned. Albus regarded his servant with a kind look and then said "wand."

Albus's servant withdrew the former headmaster's wand from a robe pocket and handed it to him. Dumbledore looked at Lucius and spoke in a kind voice, "Alas Lucius, It is my wish that no one know of my return just yet. It is regrettable, but there must be no witnesses." He pointed his wand at the elder Malfoy and cast the killing curse.

Albus pulled back of his servant's robe and healed the peace of flesh that was missing from the arm. He pulled his most devoted servant into a standing position and lowered the hood of the robe. Dumbledore pulled Molly Weasley to him and kissed her passionately. His hand trailed down her back and settled on her plump arse. He led her over to the graves of James and Lily Potter and laid her on the ground. Molly pulled her robes above her hips, she wasn't wearing knickers. Albus raised his robes above his waist and pushed himself into her easily. He thrust into Molly until he found his release. He had made love to the person he loved beyond any except his soul mate Gellert. To Albus it seemed right to shag Molly Weasley on the graves of the parents of the man whom he must destroy in order to finally take control of the world.

"What is the date my pet?" Dumbledore asked as he stroked Molly's red hair.

"May 2nd 2001 my love."

"Tell me what has happened to my faithful servants. What of Harry, did he marry Ginny?" inquired Dumbledore.

Molly sighed as she remembered all that had happened." Alastor was killed by Riddle as were Severus and Gellert. Unfortunately Potter is the master of the elder wand. "

Albus grimaced briefly and the spoke, "It is unfortunate my dear, but their deaths will serve the greater good. Now has Potter married our daughter and produced an heir yet?"

A fearful look crossed her face as she replied to her lover and master. "I'm sorry Albus, but both Harry and the mudblood Granger were growing immune to the effects of the love potions. I had to hide Potter until you returned to set things right. Granger somehow got wind of what was happening and disappeared before I could kill her."

"Relax my love, you did the right thing. We will allow our Ginny to conceive a child with Potter and then kill him. Once we have done away with him we will have control of both the Potter and Black fortunes. I will deal with the mudblood if she tries to interfere.

Far away in Brisbane Australia, Griffith University student and human psychology major Sheila Wilkins awoke with a start. Harry's alive, she thought as she plodded her way into the kitchen. She searched the cupboard until she found the large bottle of tequila. Hermione took a long drink from the bottle as she tried to banish the horrid vision of her former headmaster shagging Molly Weasley in a graveyard.

Hermione had thought about keeping her proper name. Her parents managed to convince her to use the alias that they had used when they first arrived in Brisbane – just in case anyone was looking for her.

As she took a second drink from the bottle, Hermione thought about the situation that had brought her to this point.

July 3rd, 1999

Harry Potter had gone out last night to celebrate his final day as a free man with his two best friends Ron and Hermione. This morning it sounded like there was a marching band playing in his head. Ron was shaking Harry franticly to wake him up. Hermione was standing at the door of Harry's bedroom in Grimmauld Place, giggling hysterically.

"Come on Harry, You've got to get up. You're marrying my sister Ginny in a few hours," pleaded Ron.

Harry began to stir. He regarded Ron with bloodshot eyes. He mumbled at his insane tormentor, "Don't want to marry Ginny, love Hermione." He then pulled his pillow back over his head.

Ron gave Hermione a look that was a mixture of jealousy and concern. Thinking quickly, Hermione improvised a lie that would placate Ron for a few minutes. Don't worry Ron; I'm sure he doesn't mean it. He's probably still drunk after last night."

The lie seemed to work, because Ron went back to trying to wake Harry.

Hermione thought to herself that just maybe Harry was in love with her. Last night while at a muggle pub, a very drunk Harry had confessed that he loved her. Maybe Hermione was dreaming. She had been pretty loaded at the time. She smiled at the fuzzy memory.

Ron had just excused himself to use the head. A very drunk Harry pulled Hermione's chair next to his. "Hermione, y- y- y-you wanna know secret?" Harry slurred.

Hermione giggled at her best friend, "What?"

Harry pulled her ear closer to her mouth and whispered, "Promise t –t- t- not tell anybody?"

Hermione nodded her head and Harry continued to talk. "Don't love Ginny fan girl. Only love you, my Hermy." He brought his finger to his lips and said, "Shhhhh." They both giggled happily.

As Hermione moved her chair back to its previous place she half whispered to herself, "I love you too Harry."

Ron and Hermione dragged Harry, fully clothed, from his bed and pulled him into the shower stall. Ron held him upright while Hermione turned the shower on. Harry startled awake and a laughing Hermione handed him a vile of hangover potion.

After Harry had finished with his shower, he got dressed and found Ron and Hermione talking in the kitchen. Kreacher handed Harry a steaming mug of coffee. Hermione noticed that the ancient elf was trying to get her attention. Ron and Harry appartated to the Burrow. Hermione said that she wanted to stay behind for a minute and say goodbye to the old elf.

Kreacher began to cry and tears slid down his kind old face. Hermione immediately went to comfort the old elf. "I is failing Master Harry," sobbed Kreacher.

"Don't worry Kreacher, I'm sure that Harry and Ginny will be happy to let you look after them."

Kreacher shook his head again. "Mistress Mione understands not. Bad Weezies is giving yous and master love potions. Kreacher tries to give antidote, but they always give more stronger potions."

Hermione got up quickly and tried to go to the fireplace so she could go rescue Harry. Kreacher grabbed hold of Hermione's leg and refused to let go. "No, mistress must not go rescue master. Mrs. Wheezy said that she would kill yous just like she killed Mistress Bella. Don't worry about Master. Kreacher gives him strong antidote just before he left. Mistress Mione must leave the country and escape. Kreacher will close house to evil Wheezies and inform the goblins to not let them at master's vaults.

Hermione raced though the old house grabbing anything and everything that she thought that she might need. She packed her beaded bag and headed back down the stairs. She hugged Kreacher and left to her parents' house to get her passport and some muggle money. Hermione went into her old bedroom and threw the engagement ring that Ron had given her on the bed. She spent the night in the apartment over the garage that had a window looking into her old bedroom.

In the mean time all hell was breaking loose at the Burrow. Ron had hurried up the stairs to his room and tried to hurry Harry into his dress robes. Ron kept on muttering about how Harry had to get dressed so that he could marry Ginny. Suddenly a light went on in Harry's head and his eyes seemed to clear.

Harry shoved Ron forcefully against the wall. Get off me Ron. "Why the Hell would I want to marry your little sister. She's just a pathetic little fan girl who I don't have a thing in common with." The boys continued to argue.

Molly Weasley and Ginny raced upstairs to see what the commotion was. Assessing the situation quickly Molly pulled out her wand and stunned Harry. She looked at Ginny and apologized, "I'm sorry dear, but I think that we will have to postpone the wedding for a while. The love potions just don't seem to be working properly. I'm going to have to take Potter far away to a place that is safe and secure until all the different potions can be flushed from his system. It might take a couple of years but you will have your wizard."

Molly, Ginny and Ron went downstairs to apologize to the guests. They had explained that Harry had just had a nervous breakdown and that the wedding was postponed indefinitely.

After the announcement, Ron sat upstairs guarding Harry while Molly collected the things that she would need for a long trip. Outside, Ginny accepted condolences from the assembled guests. She stayed outside until they were all gone. When Dean Thomas slipped her a note before he left she felt her face blush, a fire began to burn between her legs.

Ron, Percy and Ginny sat in Ginny's room and brooded. Molly had taken Harry away by port key to a place that she wouldn't tell them. "I bet it's Granger's fault," began Percy.

Ron nodded his head in agreement. "I am so stupid. I saw her give Harry a hangover potion this morning. She must have slipped Harry an antidote at the same time."

"I'm going to kill that mudblood bitch with my own two hands," fumed Ginny. "No whore is going to ruin my wedding day and live."

"Ron did you put that tracking spell on her engagement ring like I told you to?" asked Ginny.

"Of course I did."

That night Ron activated the tracking spell. The three angry Weasley's apparated right into Hermione's bedroom.

Hermione, hidden under Harry's invisibility cloak, watched through the window as the three Weasleys destroyed her parents' house.

In the morning Neville Longbottom's patronus streaked through the window and recited to Hermione what had happened at the Burrow yesterday. Hermione caught the first plane to Sydney. She then apparated to her parents' house and went into hiding while waiting for some sign that Harry Potter was alive.

Molly had used her husband's Ministry connections to take an international port key to the United States. From New York, she then took the floo to Reno Nevada and apparated to a private muggle mental health facility north of Elko Nevada. She checked Harry into the hospital under the name of Will James. It took very little persuasion to convince them that Will was delusional.

Dr. John Mason was just starting his residency at the Bill Kane mental health clinic. He was stationed on the long term ward. He had spent the last four hours getting briefed on the histories of the patients that lived there. His ears perked up as the head nurse described how patient Will James thought he was some kind of magical superhero named Harry Potter. The poor boy thought that anyone with red hair had the last name Weasley. He had accused a nurse with long black hair of killing his Godfather. He kept calling the poor lady Bella something.

Will had kept referring to the previous blond haired resident as ferret. He had taken to writing his supposed life history on the walls of his cell in crayon.

Unknown to the staff of Bill Kane was the fact that John Mason was a mind healer sent here by the Department of Magic to look into the occurrences of accidental magic at the facility. He wondered if the mysterious patient was indeed the Harry Potter. According to different sources Potter had done a runner on his wedding day. He had disappeared with his best friend. The questions that stuck in his mind were; what was Harry Potter doing here; and that if the patient was indeed Harry Potter then where was Hermione Granger.

Dr. Mason walked into will James' room to find the patient strapped to his bed. Every available inch of wall space was covered in neat writing.

Will woke up with a start to find a strange new doctor smiling at him. Dr. Mason discretely cast a privacy spell. "Good afternoon Harry, my name is Dr. Mason and I'm here to help you."