In the aftermath of the harrowing night, the once vibrant Potter residence stood as a somber relic, its walls echoing the terror and bravery that had unfolded within. The once joyful home now lay in ruins, its very essence altered by the night's events. The remnants of powerful spells lingered in the air, invisible protectors of the home's tragic secrets, unbeknownst to the world beyond.
The stillness of the night was abruptly shattered by the sharp cracks of Apparition. A group of familiar faces, led by James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, and accompanied by members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the venerable Albus Dumbledore, materialized outside the house. Their expressions, a complex tapestry of dread and resolve, spoke volumes of the gravity of the situation they feared to face.
Upon entering the devastated dwelling, James was immediately confronted with the grim reality of his loss. His father, Fleamont, lay motionless, his final stand etched into the very ruins that surrounded him. The sight pierced James's heart with a grief so profound, it rendered him momentarily speechless. The loss of his father, once a pillar of strength and courage, left James reeling in a torrent of sorrow and disbelief.
Meanwhile, propelled by a mother's instinctive urgency, Lily ascended the stairs to the nursery. Her steps, heavy with a mix of fear and determination, echoed through the desolate corridors. Her heart raced with dread, each beat amplifying her fear for her sons.
"Lily, be careful!" James's voice followed her, a blend of his own anguish for his father and anxiety for his wife and children.
As Lily entered the nursery, she was met with a heart-wrenching scene. Euphemia Potter lay still, her final act of sacrifice evident in her peaceful demeanor. Lily's eyes, blurred with tears, moved swiftly to the cradle.
A whisper escaped her lips, a fragile thread of hope, as she approached her sons. "Charles, Harry," she murmured, her voice trembling with apprehension.
Her heart, which had been pounding in trepidation, experienced a tumult of emotions when she saw them: both unharmed, sleeping peacefully. She gently lifted Charles, cradling him in her arms. The sight of a small scar on his forehead briefly puzzled her, but the overwhelming relief of finding him safe calmed her anxious heart.
Turning her attention to Harry, lying beside the crib under the rumpled cloak, she noted with relief that he bore no marks or scars. Unknown to her, magic had completely healed his mark of a lightning-shaped scar, leaving no visible trace of the night's ordeal. Despite the horrors they had faced, her children were safe, a fact that brought a cascade of relief and gratitude.
"Oh, my loves," Lily whispered, her voice a mixture of tears and relief, as she held her sons close to her heart. The nightmare of the night slowly gave way to the realization that her family, though profoundly changed, had survived the darkest of times.
In the dimly lit nursery, now a tableau of sorrow and relief, the arrival of James, Lily, Sirius, and Dumbledore, along with other members of the Order, cast a somber shadow over the room. Sirius Black, his deep connection with the Potter family evident, shared in the collective grief, his eyes reflecting the profound loss that enveloped the space.
Albus Dumbledore, his countenance as enigmatic as ever, moved through the room with a quiet, deliberate grace. His fingers lightly traced the remnants of Euphemia's runic circle, sensing the residual power of her sacrificial magic. His gaze, both ancient and insightful, lingered on the two young boys, Harry and Charles, lying peacefully amidst the ruins of their once joyful home.
As Dumbledore leaned in to examine the children, his eyes, usually twinkling with hidden knowledge, were now searching, perhaps seeking confirmation of the cryptic prophecy. This was Dumbledore's first close observation of Harry; Fleamont's cautious approach had kept Harry at a safe distance, a decision Dumbledore had respected, given Harry's birth date did not align with the prophecy's specifics.
Upon examining Harry, Dumbledore noted the absence of any dark magic or remarkable marks and felt Harry's magical reserves to be surprisingly low, unaware that it was a temporary effect of the night's struggles. This observation led Dumbledore to completely dismiss the likelihood of Harry being the child foretold in the prophecy.
Charles, however, presented a different scenario. Dumbledore observed good magical reserves, though not at a prodigious level, and a cut on his forehead in the shape of a wand, which seemed to be saturated with dark magic. Unbeknownst to Dumbledore, this mark was an accidental consequence of the chaotic events and not a result of Voldemort's attack, yet it captured his attention as a possible indicator of the prophecy's fulfillment.
The wand-shaped cut could be seen as Voldemort marking Charles as his equal for the final confrontation in the future.
Dumbledore straightened up and turned to James and Lily, his expression grave but certain.
"James, Lily," Dumbledore began, his voice steady and imbued with a deep, resonant authority, "it appears that Charles is the child mentioned in the prophecy. From what I can conclude, Voldemort has been defeated tonight by Charles, but not completely. He still remains alive in some form. I fear he will return in the future and when he does, Charles will have to face him again."
He concluded, "It appears that Charles has defeated Voldemort, with magic unknown to me as it said in the prophecy. I will have to research into it to know more."
Dumbledore's conclusion, albeit partially inaccurate, was guided by his interpretation of the prophecy and the visible evidence before him. He omitted mentioning Euphemia's role, choosing instead a narrative that supported his deduction.
The revelation sent a wave of shock and fear through James and Lily. The thought of their infant son destined to face such darkness again was unbearable.
Lily's voice quivered as she sought clarity, "But Albus, hasn't the prophecy been fulfilled today with Charles's actions? Must he face Voldemort again? Can't someone else face Voldemort when he returns?"
James, equally shaken, suggested that Harry, being present during the attack and the elder brother, might also fit the prophecy's criteria. He harbored hope that Harry, with more time to learn and grow, could have a better chance than Charles to ultimately defeat Voldemort.
Dumbledore shook his head gently, his eyes momentarily clouding with an emotion hard to place. "The prophecy spoke of a child whom Voldemort would mark as his equal," he replied softly. "See here," he gestured towards Charles's scar, which was vivid and pulsating with a dark aura.
He then turned his gaze towards Harry, "and Harry bears no such mark," he continued, "The prophecy spoke of a child marked by Voldemort as his equal, and here we see the evidence. Tonight, Charles has been marked. The prophecy's fulfillment requires a future confrontation."
Before further discussion could ensue, the sound of Apparition outside signaled the arrival of more people. Dumbledore's attention shifted towards the noise, his demeanor changing to one of cautious readiness.
"It appears we have more company," he remarked, the seriousness of their conversation momentarily put aside as they prepared to face the new arrivals.