James Potter was stunned, to say the least. Vodemort had been and stunned him, saying he hated to killl purebloods, but wasn't so hesitant, mudbloods. He lay on the floor, unable to move hearing his fifteen-month-old daughter, Harriet bawling her eyes out upstairs in the nursery and wondering why he couldn't hear Lily trying to comfort her like she usually did. Fear uncurled and he felt sick to his stomach. Something had happened to Lily,he knew it and there he was, laying on the floor, noy able to move a single muscle, he wished he could move, but he couldn't, and it was driving him mad.
Dumbledore walked into Godric's Hallow about half an hour later and quickly used the counter curse on James to get him moving again and both hurried up to the nursery where Voldemort was absent. The first thing James saw was Harriet standing up, holding on the side of the cot for support and a fresh, bleeding cut on her forehead.
His eyes travelled downwards to see Lily on the floor, not moving. He cast a spell that confirmed she was dead, before scooping up Harriet an holding her close to his chest to try and comfort her. Whether she was crying over the pain on her head or the fact her mother was dead was clear, or it might have been both, James held Harriet tight.
"It's okay, Prongslet, no one can hurt you now, the bad,scary man's gone,he won't hurt you, shh don't cry." James pleaded, stroking his daughter's soft red hair, Lily made this look a lot easier. Harriet stopped crying somewhat and simply clung on to her father for dear life. Sirius turned up, via apparation,saw Lily's dead body on the floor and the mess the nusery was in and muttered something along the lines of, 'I'm going to kill that filthy rat' and went to apparate again, when James grabbed him.
"No, it'll land you in Azkaban, Sirius, we'll hunt him down, we won't let him get away, but for now, Harriet needs you." As though to prove James's point, Harriet burbled out,'Padfoo' and reached for him to take her.
Sirius took her and saw the mark on Harriet's forehead. "What happened?" he hissed gesturing at the lightning shaped cut.
"Harriet survived the killing curse." Dumbledore told him, sounding as though he was merely discussing something as pleasant and normal as the weather. "But that's impossible!" Sirius and James cried simultaneously, not able to belive their ears. Harriet was fifteen months old, still a baby and now she had defeated the most evil dark wizard of all time? It was more than just unbelievable.
"Yes, but little Harriet here has, she's the girl who lived, wizards all over the country, even the world will be celebrating the defeat of Voldemort." Dumbledore told them, before giving them a serious look.
"But first things first, we need to clear up some things, like, how Vodemort managed to get in, the house was under the fidelius charm, wasn't it? And Sirius Black was the secret keeper,am I correct?"
Both men nodded, they both had a lot of explaining to do, the change in secret keepers and the fact that they were all illegal animagi.
Author's note:
Okay, I think this is enough, so the story's basically if James survived and Sirius didn't go to Azkaban. Also, I've got some pretty good ideas for Harriet's school years, especially year five, so stay tuned!
Cya! :)
