Barry Potter - What Really Happened
Prologue-
A twig snapped. James lifted his weary head. There was a rustling in the garden. He slowly stood and gazed out the window, into an empty lawn. He sighed deeply. Of course it was empty.
"What is it, James?" He looked down at Lily, sitting on the couch with the twins in her arms. He ruffled the smaller one's hair.
"Nothing. There's no one there." He sat down beside Lily, putting an arm gently over her shoulder. She looked at him with wide eyes, still shaken.
"James, I heard something. There is someone-"
"There's no one in the garden, Lily. It was probably just a stray cat." Lily sighed and rested her head on James' strong shoulder. She looked at the two bundles she held in her arm. They were moving slowly up and down. James stretched out a warm, white hand and pushed the blankets back. Two little faces shone up at them, identical twin boys asleep in their mother's lap. Lily smiled, then whispered quietly,
"Barry and Harold Potter. What will the world be like for you?"
James kissed his wife's forehead. "Let's hope it will be better than this one."
There was a crunch from the gravel path. James looked toward the door. "Lily," he breathed, "Lily, why don't you take the kids upstairs."
She nodded and they slowly rose from the couch. Lily began backing quietly toward the stairs while James padded quietly toward the door. He drew his wand from his pocket.
"James...." He turned toward his wife. Lily stood on the stairs, a twin on each arm. There were tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "James, please... don't do anything foolish.... James..."
The door knob jingled, and James green eyes flashed to it. "Get going," he whispered through clenched teeth, "Get them upstairs, get out of here." He slowly raised his wand. Lily took a few more steps backward, her eyes on the door as well. They could both hear cloaks scratching against each other. Suddenly all was still.
James felt a single bead of sweat trickle down his face. He licked it off his lip. His green eyes flicked over the door, knowing now who was behind it. For the first time in his life, James was afraid.
The door burst open. "Run!" James yelled as a burst of light exploded from the end of his wand. A long sinewy hand reached in past the door, wand on high. The light shattered, and James was flung against the wall. He struggled to open his eyes as pain exploded inside him, he had broken his back. A tall shadow stepped into the room, followed by it's caster. A lean, snake-like face leered at James, swimming in and out of focus.
It was getting harder and harder to breath, but James managed to ask, "Why, Tom? Why us?"
Cold laughter rang trough the air. "Can't you guess, James? I mean, the least you could have done was invite me to the wedding. Then your children wouldn't have to die too."
James struggled up onto his elbow, raising his wand again. "You son of a bitch! Leave Lily and the kids out of this!" He felt his wand torn from his hand, and watched it fly through the air to the other's hand. He gasped for breath, every inch of his body shivering from the pain. The shadow was advancing toward him, pointing it's wand at his heart.
"Well, James, this is the end," said the cold voice, "I do hope you'll forgive me for letting you live so long. But you see, James, I was right. Evil will always win in the end." A face lowered itself before him. It was sickly white, with great red eyes like a serpent. The slit nostrils seemed to suck in the scent of James' blood, and the twitchy smile showed he ensjoyed it. "Ah, James, as your friend I must tell you this. I will enjoy killing you twice as much as anyone else to date."
James head was spinning, but thoughts flashed through his head like never before. He knew he was dying, even if Tom didn't kill him he would die.... so he would die the death of the fool-hardy and brave. His lips curled into an evil smile, and through them passed the one word he had never spoken. "Mudblood!"
Voldemort leapt away from James, screeching in a spasm of anger. His face was transformed into a horror beyond belief, and James gasped even as his breath failed him. The black voice sang through the air, "Avada Kedavra!" and James knew no more.
Lily sat on the bed, children in her arms. The door swung open. Her pale green eyes flashed. "What do you want from me? What have you done with James?"
Tom laughed softly. "Don't you know?" He turned his great red eyes on her, and Lily shuddered. He approached her slowly, saying, "Dear Lily, all alone, husband dead, two children, rejected by her family, rejected by the world...." His pale face bent toward hers. "But not by me."
Lily shrank from him as he continued. "Lily, why did you marry Potter? I was the one who loved you Lily, it was always me! I waited for you that day, waited until I was nearly frozen to death. And even after that, Lily, I loved you. That filthy Potter was so flashy, so handsome.... you never noticed me except to laugh at me." Tom placed a hand on Lily's trembling shoulder. "Lily, James Potter is dead. But you aren't. This is your chance. Join me, and you'll live. Love me, Lily..."
Lily raised her head proudly. "Never."
Tom recoiled, looking at her down his flat nose. "Lily, Lord Voldemort does not speak lightly when he offers his victims life over death."
"You aren't Lord Voldemort, you aren't Lord anything. You're Tom Riddle," she spat, rising, "And I don't love you."
Tom slowly drew his wand. "I'm sorry, Lily, but Tom Riddle is dead. I killed him."
A beam of light shot from the end of his wand, and one of the babies flew screaming out the window. "Barry!!" Lily cried, reaching after her child. But she stopped, feeling a wand on her neck.
"Last chance, Lily."
"I hate you."
"So be it. It's really too bad, Lily, because I really do love you." Tom grabbed her waist and drew her toward him. He kissed her, then before she could protest or scream he through her out again and said quietly, "Avada Kedavra."
Prologue-
A twig snapped. James lifted his weary head. There was a rustling in the garden. He slowly stood and gazed out the window, into an empty lawn. He sighed deeply. Of course it was empty.
"What is it, James?" He looked down at Lily, sitting on the couch with the twins in her arms. He ruffled the smaller one's hair.
"Nothing. There's no one there." He sat down beside Lily, putting an arm gently over her shoulder. She looked at him with wide eyes, still shaken.
"James, I heard something. There is someone-"
"There's no one in the garden, Lily. It was probably just a stray cat." Lily sighed and rested her head on James' strong shoulder. She looked at the two bundles she held in her arm. They were moving slowly up and down. James stretched out a warm, white hand and pushed the blankets back. Two little faces shone up at them, identical twin boys asleep in their mother's lap. Lily smiled, then whispered quietly,
"Barry and Harold Potter. What will the world be like for you?"
James kissed his wife's forehead. "Let's hope it will be better than this one."
There was a crunch from the gravel path. James looked toward the door. "Lily," he breathed, "Lily, why don't you take the kids upstairs."
She nodded and they slowly rose from the couch. Lily began backing quietly toward the stairs while James padded quietly toward the door. He drew his wand from his pocket.
"James...." He turned toward his wife. Lily stood on the stairs, a twin on each arm. There were tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "James, please... don't do anything foolish.... James..."
The door knob jingled, and James green eyes flashed to it. "Get going," he whispered through clenched teeth, "Get them upstairs, get out of here." He slowly raised his wand. Lily took a few more steps backward, her eyes on the door as well. They could both hear cloaks scratching against each other. Suddenly all was still.
James felt a single bead of sweat trickle down his face. He licked it off his lip. His green eyes flicked over the door, knowing now who was behind it. For the first time in his life, James was afraid.
The door burst open. "Run!" James yelled as a burst of light exploded from the end of his wand. A long sinewy hand reached in past the door, wand on high. The light shattered, and James was flung against the wall. He struggled to open his eyes as pain exploded inside him, he had broken his back. A tall shadow stepped into the room, followed by it's caster. A lean, snake-like face leered at James, swimming in and out of focus.
It was getting harder and harder to breath, but James managed to ask, "Why, Tom? Why us?"
Cold laughter rang trough the air. "Can't you guess, James? I mean, the least you could have done was invite me to the wedding. Then your children wouldn't have to die too."
James struggled up onto his elbow, raising his wand again. "You son of a bitch! Leave Lily and the kids out of this!" He felt his wand torn from his hand, and watched it fly through the air to the other's hand. He gasped for breath, every inch of his body shivering from the pain. The shadow was advancing toward him, pointing it's wand at his heart.
"Well, James, this is the end," said the cold voice, "I do hope you'll forgive me for letting you live so long. But you see, James, I was right. Evil will always win in the end." A face lowered itself before him. It was sickly white, with great red eyes like a serpent. The slit nostrils seemed to suck in the scent of James' blood, and the twitchy smile showed he ensjoyed it. "Ah, James, as your friend I must tell you this. I will enjoy killing you twice as much as anyone else to date."
James head was spinning, but thoughts flashed through his head like never before. He knew he was dying, even if Tom didn't kill him he would die.... so he would die the death of the fool-hardy and brave. His lips curled into an evil smile, and through them passed the one word he had never spoken. "Mudblood!"
Voldemort leapt away from James, screeching in a spasm of anger. His face was transformed into a horror beyond belief, and James gasped even as his breath failed him. The black voice sang through the air, "Avada Kedavra!" and James knew no more.
Lily sat on the bed, children in her arms. The door swung open. Her pale green eyes flashed. "What do you want from me? What have you done with James?"
Tom laughed softly. "Don't you know?" He turned his great red eyes on her, and Lily shuddered. He approached her slowly, saying, "Dear Lily, all alone, husband dead, two children, rejected by her family, rejected by the world...." His pale face bent toward hers. "But not by me."
Lily shrank from him as he continued. "Lily, why did you marry Potter? I was the one who loved you Lily, it was always me! I waited for you that day, waited until I was nearly frozen to death. And even after that, Lily, I loved you. That filthy Potter was so flashy, so handsome.... you never noticed me except to laugh at me." Tom placed a hand on Lily's trembling shoulder. "Lily, James Potter is dead. But you aren't. This is your chance. Join me, and you'll live. Love me, Lily..."
Lily raised her head proudly. "Never."
Tom recoiled, looking at her down his flat nose. "Lily, Lord Voldemort does not speak lightly when he offers his victims life over death."
"You aren't Lord Voldemort, you aren't Lord anything. You're Tom Riddle," she spat, rising, "And I don't love you."
Tom slowly drew his wand. "I'm sorry, Lily, but Tom Riddle is dead. I killed him."
A beam of light shot from the end of his wand, and one of the babies flew screaming out the window. "Barry!!" Lily cried, reaching after her child. But she stopped, feeling a wand on her neck.
"Last chance, Lily."
"I hate you."
"So be it. It's really too bad, Lily, because I really do love you." Tom grabbed her waist and drew her toward him. He kissed her, then before she could protest or scream he through her out again and said quietly, "Avada Kedavra."