Hey everybody! This is my first fanfic (well the first one I've posted here at least but I've been writing for years) and I hope you enjoy it!
Here, Kitty, Kitty
"Tom, my love, please..."
"Did I, or did I not, tell you to get out of my house?"
"Tom, listen to me, I beg you! Please! For the sake of our child-"She held out her frail hands to him imploringly.
"Stay away from me, She-demon. I told you to stay away! Out! Get out! I don't ever want to see you – or that brat of yours – ever again!" Click.
"Oh god, Tom..."
"I'll kill you. I swear I will if you don't get out right now."
Six months later
"Your son, miss."
The new mother cradled her child tenderly, tears falling from her face onto his tiny, red one.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," she whispered before pain gripped her again, and she screamed. The sound caused her son to join her cries with his own.
Moments later, another cry joined theirs.
"Your daughter, miss... Miss?"
"She's gone."
The wails of two newborns filled the room, crying for their mother's death and what was to come.
Many years (decades) later
"James, what are you saying?"
His voice was panicky as he stopped pacing to turn to his friend, face incredible. "Haven't you been listening to a word I've been saying?!" he cried.
"Hey, Prongs old buddy, its okay, take it easy," a long-haired man put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "We're just wondering... why?"
He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Because she was a beautiful older woman. Because I was young and drunk and horny. I don't know!"
"Because you were married?" the werewolf said quietly from the couch.
Brilliant green eyes flashed. "Take it back," he hissed angrily. "I loved and love Lily." His eyes widened in horror. "Oh god, Lily..."
They were in quiet contemplation for a minute or two.
"Where did she go?"
"Huh? Lily?"
"The woman."
"Uh... I'm not sure... she said something about New York or LA... one of those American cities..."
"Then no worries. Besides, it's been two years, she won't turn up. You'll never see her again."
That night assured the statement, when Mr and Mrs James Potter were found dead, and their oblivious son became known throughout the Wizarding world as the Boy-Who-Lived.