Veraverse!AU.
"The Veraverse is a World War Two AU, of fics involving different characters and pairings, all living within the same time period and all interconnected in some way. As each story in the series is named after and loosely based on the lyrics of a wartime song sung by Vera Lynn, I flippantly dubbed it the 'Veraverse.'"
Many, many, many thanks to George deValier for not only creating the Veraverse but for unconsciously getting me into Vera Lynn's beautiful music and introducing it to me. Thank you so much, you're an amazing author and you made me cry so much with Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart.
I don't own Harry Potter or any of the crossovers I do.
"We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.
Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds, far away."
-We'll Meet Again, Vera Lynn
It was sometime in the fall, when the leaves were turning red and yellow and crunching beneath the heavy boots of soldiers coming home from the long war, that Lily Potter received a knock on the door. It wasn't uncommon for people to come calling for the beautiful woman, who nursed a young baby not one year old and had sent her husband off to war like the rest of them, but at that moment any knock would be a death sentence. She would either find her husband, alive and well, or be disappointed once more when it was just the mailman or one of her friends that just showed up whenever they liked.
Lily bounced her son, Harry, on her hip as she quietly stood up from her chair near the hearth and walked to the door, carefully holding Harry to make sure he wouldn't fall while she unlatched the locks holding the door in place. Her stomach tightened with every step she took.
She peered out, the sense of foreboding in her stomach becoming even more wretched when she caught sight of the army Commander standing outside her door, looking serious except for his eyes that carried a sense of sadness to them.
"Are you Mrs. Potter?"
Lily swallowed and nodded, tears building up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Potter."
The beautiful redhead let out a small wail as she buried her face into her son's warm shoulder, the young boy not understanding what was going on, looking at the man in the soldier's uniform with every bit of interest that the baby could scourge for at that moment.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Potter."