Revolutions

Prologue: Precautions

By Seadragon

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The day had dawned sunny and bright. But the occupants of Godric's Hollow didn't know that. They had yet to draw the heavy curtains that shielded them from the outside world. Today, they had something to hide. And it wasn't going to be easy.

You see, today was James Potter's eleventh birthday.

And he could not see that letter.

You know which letter I'm talking about.

That letter.

So his parents had woken up at four in the morning, ready to intercept the postman. Can you imagine the poor postman's surprise when he was met by two wide awake adults at four in the morning, at the huge cast iron fence surrounding their house?

Needless to say, he was quite disturbed when they took their mail, and began rifling through it furiously.

"Found it!" One of them exclaimed, holding up the beige envelope in triumph.

The postman backed away from the fence slowly, then turned and bolted. The other watched him go with an amused look.

"What are we going to do with it?" The first asked as they walked back to the house slowly.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" The second said, torn between doing what was right, and doing what was sensible. "Is it really fair?"

The first swiped a lighter off the windowsill, which they kept there for emergencies, such as this one.

The second looked doubtful for a minute, but finally nodded. "Do it."

With a grin, the first flicked a thumb over the lighter until a small flame appeared. With a slightly wavering hand, the letter was passed over it, and they watched as the flame jumped to the corner. Soon, the entire letter was consumed and was dropped to the ground, where it slowly turned to ash. Already, the two had gone inside, and all that was left to remember this day by were a few words.

"He's not going anywhere until he can handle what they'll say about him, or to him."