This is a one-page story; tell me if you like it…PLEASE! All criticism accepted if you want, I'll right more.
Lily and James lay unconscious in St. Mungo's hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
They had just escaped Lord Voldemort for a second time.
Lilly stirred.
A cold, evil laugh filled Lily's ears.
She snapped her eyes open.
She looked around, smelled, listened.
She was in some sort of hospital.
She looked to the side of her where a sign was stuck on the wall. It read: St. Mungo's Employee of the month.
She sighed; she was safe, safe from the clutches of Lord Voldemort.
"James!" She said aloud. She turned her neck slowly it was sore and stiff.
James was lying unconscious on the bed next to her, his glasses lay fixed on the side table.
He was hit by a worse spell than her, she wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure he'd be out longer than her.
"Oh goodness, you're awake, drink this, you're dehydrated." A Healer shoved a plastic cup of water into her hand.
"Unbelievable, you both survived with out a scratch or scar, yes you have some bruises and stiffness, but that will shortly go away." The Healer took her pulse. "Oh my! I almost forgot! You have some wonderful news." The healer beamed at her.
"Wh-what?" Lily croaked.
"You're pregnant." The Healer shrieked.
Lily froze.
Pregnant? A baby! I'm a mother?
"Did I have it when I was attacked? Is it alright, how old is it?" Lily asked, quickly finding her voice.
"It's 4 weeks old, yes, you were carrying it while the attack and it's a perfectly, normal, healthy baby." The healer smiled.
"How's my husband?" Lily asked.
"Oh, he's fine, though we aren't sure what hit him, he'll wake up though, by the way, you've got some visitors, did I mention that before?" The healer said as she went over to James and fussed over him.
"No, no, you didn't, who are they?" Lily asked.
"7 worried people, Albus Dumbledore and 6 good friends." She smiled.
"Can I talk to Professor Dumbledore first, then the others?" Lily asked.
"Of course, they're your guests." The Healer bustled out.
A few minutes past and an old man with silvery beard, a green travelling cloak, blue twinkling eyes behind a pair of half-moon glasses, entered.
"Ah, Lily, you are awake, at last." Dumbledore smiled warmly.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Lily yawned.
"Good day to you." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"How long have I been asleep for?" Lily asked.
"Oh, a bit over a week." Dumbledore said as he sat on the end of her bed.
"A week!" Lily said shocked.
Dumbledore nodded. He looked at her. " I know you probably don't want to remember this but, do you remember anything that happened when you and James were with Lord Voldemort?"
"No, all I can remember is James getting hit, a cold, evil laugh and total darkness." Lily shook her head.
"Ah, well, you'll remember soon enough." Dumbledore patted her leg. "So hows the little one?"
"You know?" Lily said shocked. "Do the others?"
"Only the healer, you and I." Dumbledore smiled.
"I'll tell the others after I've told James." Lily said quietly.
Dumbledore's smile vanished and turned into his serious face.
"Lily, I have some terrible news." Dumbledore heaved.
"James is going to be alright, isn't he?" Lily said quickly.
"Oh yes, he'll be fine. This news, however, has to do with your child." Dumbledore sighed.
"My, my baby?" Lily whispered.
"Yes. Lord Voldemort knows you are pregnant. He isn't after you or James, he is after your child. I see this is terrible news, there is more to it why Voldemort is doing this, but I'll explain that when you have left St. Mungo's. But there are two ways for Lord Voldemort, not to get your child. One is to not have the pregnancy, the other, however, is that once the child is born you will have to go into hiding, choose a Secret Keeper, I am quite sure you know what they are, so Voldemort will not find you." Dumbledore watched Lily as she bowed her head down as the tears ran down her face.
Her first child, and someone is already out to kill it and she hasn't even had it yet.
She wiped her eyes and looked at James for a few minutes.
James wanted a baby so much, wanted it to have her eyes and his face and hair. He wouldn't want her to give something so precious to someone who'd kill it without any mercy at all.
She looked back at Dumbledore.
"Voldemort is not having anything he wants dead, it's my baby, our baby, we're keeping it, no matter what." She said firmly.
Dumbledore beamed. "That's the Lily Evans I know."
"No professor, I'm Lily Potter." Lily said, her green eyes shinning bright as new determination set inside her: She will have this baby, she will not let Voldemort kill it, even if it kills her.
So you've read it…WHADDYA THINK? Lol.