A/N- Hi everyone. Just a quick mess age to say that I don't own Harry Potter :(, and that this story is set in an AU. Lots of things happen, and the rating may be upped to an M at some point, due to a few planned saucy chapters set in year 3. This story covers all of the trio's time at hogwarts, and is in a Voldemort-free world. Enjoy!
Rating for this chapter: K+
Prolouge
Parsel whispers
Having their house collapse was not on James and Lily's plans for the evening. Nor was losing their son. I mean dodging the killing curse had been neat, but seriously, that was one of the few good things that evening. Lily replayed the day in her head.
Harry was lying in his cot. Suddenly, a muffled 'Alohamora!' came from downstairs. James decended the stairs. The dark lord stood on his doorstep. Flanked by two dementors, Voldemort fired a curse.
"Sectumsempra!" Voldemort cried, as James dived out of the way. Lily screamed as she jumped, to avoid being hit. She had been on her way downstairs, and then launched a huge "Expecto Patronum!" at the attacking dementors.
"Incendio" Voldemort repeatedly screeched, setting the banister alight. "Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra!" He screamed, and as James and Lily dodged, the bolts rebounded on to the ceining, and the house shuddered.
"Quick! I'll grab the galleons in the kitchen, you grab Harry, and run! Meet at the church!" James screamed, and as he sped out, and as Lily grabbed Harry, the house collapsed.
Lily sat on the pew. James had stopped being angry at her, and started being worried. He looked so much like his son, but Harry's eyes. Lily had looked in the mirror the day before. The peaceful day. The last day before she would start scolding herself for what she had done.
Lily looked around her, horrified. She was on the only remaining piece of the top floor, somehow perched on the archway between the living room and the kitchen. Should she jump down? She was so frightened. It was surreal. Looking around, she saw the remains of their bed. A matress. A soft matress. Hmmm. Lily bent her knees. Was her target too far? She jumped.
The wooshing of wind, a thud, and then a silence. Lily looked up. Alive? Definitely. Not Injured? Not majorly. Her son? No-where in sight. Oh. Then, she noticed him crawing over the rubble to his favourite toy, the stuffed wand he'd got for his birthday. As Harry grabbed it, Lily slowly walked twards him. God, this was wierd. Ten minutes ago, she'd thought about making a cup of what muggles called coffee. As Lily picked Harry up, she noticed James, standing by the end of the garden path. Lily ran to him.
Walking to the church, Lily realised how beatiful Godric's Hollow was. The church spire, all lit up in certain places. Even the graveyard was special. Wow. She must be shaken up, acknowedging how special a graveyard was. Wow. As she walked along the cobbled street, she tripped. Harry went flying into the bush. Lily and James looked for nearly an hour. They didn't find him.
As Lily wondered absent-mindedly outside, she heard a whisper of parseltongue. She couldn't understand it, but she could've sworn that she heard the words "I'll be back"...