Whispers and rumours floated fast throughout the wizard community. By dawn on November 1st, everybody knew what had happened at Godric's Hollow. Aria Greengrass of the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass stood in the ruined house and stared around at the destruction that the curse had brought. She could sense the magic in the air. Sighing, she made her way to the stairs, where she found James Potter staring at her with wide shocked eyes. His wand lay limp in his right hand. She gently took it out of his grip, closed his eyes, and continued on up the stairs to the nursery, praying the worst hadn't occurred. There lay her dearest friend, Lily. She wanted to sob and scream until her throat was raw. It wasn't fair. The Potters has always been good, but they had put their faith in the wrong person, she thought sadly. Suddenly she was aware that she was not the only one present in the room. Severus Snape lay by his beloved and was weeping. Aria watched the two with damp eyes, until she gathered her wits and noticed someone very important was missing.

"Severus," she said softly.

He glanced up at her with such lost and sad eyes, that her heart almost broke, but she needed to know where Harry was. "Where is Harry. Is he. . . " She couldn't bear to finish the sentence. She hoped for his parents sake that he was alive.

He kept silent and simply stared at her. She sighed. "Please, Sev, for her."

He swallowed once. Twice. "The old coot got here before me and probably gave him to Petunia and her lot."

Aria silently fumed. Of course. She should've known that the great hero of the light, Albus Dumbledore would get to her precious godson before she did. She turned and hurried out of the room, not even bothering to say anything to Severus. As soon as she was out of the house, she apparated to Greengrass Manor, which was hidden from the prying eyes of anyone who was not deemed a member of the family. When she went inside, she found her husband anxiously pacing in the livingroom. As soon as he saw the look on her face, he knew. The Potters were dead and Old Dumbles had beat them once again. He stared at her for a few moments striding to the cabinet and pouring two cups of Butterbeer. He came back and stopped a hand's breath away and handed her the glass. He looked at her and they both silently came to an agreement.

The both drank and after a few heartbeats of silence, he quietly said, "To Wizengamot."

Later that day:

HARRY POTTER: INFANT DEEMED BOY-WHO-LIVED

Albus Dumbledore sat in his study and looked at the Daily Prophet with a smile on his face. His plan had succeeded. Good. It had taken him the better part of the year to craft and put his intricately designed plan into had spent hours convincing the stubborn Potters that Peter Pettigrew was the perfect person to be the Secret Keeper and that Sirius would be the perfect decoy. Eventually they had agreed, and only two months after Harry's first birthday, Peter finally decided to reveal their safe haven. Now, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had singlehandedly gotten rid of all the "problems" that had been bugging him. The Potters were dead and gone, the Death Eaters would probably extract revenge on the Longbottoms, and Sirius was going to be blamed for being the traitor. All was well. Or, so he thought.

1 month later:

The Dark Lord had vanished exactly one month ago. Lucius had been ashamed to admit that he had panicked at first. What was he supposed to do when aurors had ambushed him in his own home the very next day? When he had calmed down, he once again assumed his role as Slytherin Prince and claimed he had been under the Imperius curse the entire time. He knew most people probably snorted at his statements, but he didn't particularly care. As long as he controlled the Minister of Magic, he was pleased. Last night, a letter was delivered to the Malfoy Manor and he was astonished to say the least. The letter claimed that everyone that held seats in Wizengamot had to be present at eight in the morning to hear. Apparently, Lord and Lady Greengrass wanted to take care of the Potter brat. How interesting, he mused. The two purebloods had claimed to be neutral during the war and now they wanted to be granted custody of a child of the light? Didn't they know they would be under attack when the Dark Lord returned? Lucius scowled. Nothing was making sense. He knew both Aria and Sam Greengrass were in Slytherin when they attended Hogwarts. They wouldn't want custody of the boy unless. . . No. He was thinking too much into it. He would have to see how today's events unfolded.

A.N. : Should I continue?