AN: This story would turn the whole Harry Potter series around. This fic is
based about my life, and Harry portrays me, and is made to fit well with
the magical world.
BURNING HATRED
Chapter One
"Lily, take Harry and run!" yelled James Potter, picking his only son up from the floor in the living room. "I'll try to hold him back!"
"But James!" cried Lily.
"Just go!" he pushed young Harry into his wife's arms.
"Jamie" she said. "If anything happens - "
"I love you too, Lily. Now GO!" he pushed her gently towards the stairs. Lily began up the stairs. She was going to run into Harry's room, put him down, and then go help her husband.
"Argh!" cried James in agony. Voldemort, wearing a long black cloak, watched as James twitched and screamed in pain. Lily looked back over her shoulder, down from the balcony, she could see her husband being tortured. "I must hurry." She said to Harry who was crying loudly.
"Please - don't hurt - Lily - or - Harry." Said Jams through gritted teeth, while still under the curse.
"Oh? What makes you think I'll listen to you?" asked Voldemort coldly. The Dark Lord laughed. "Your faithful secret keeper betrayed you." He lifted the curse, so that James could talk.
"He did?" asked James, still sprawled on the ground.
"He did. Told me the location and everything! Such a devoted friend he is, isn't he!" Voldemort laughed harder. A chill went down Lily's spine. She had locked the door with a complicated spell that no other but her could unlock it. "Harry, wait, mummy will be back very soon!" she said through the tears running down her face.
"B - bot - bottle!" cried Harry. Lily walked quickly over to the table by the window. She looked up, the Dark Mark. Back down stairs, there was a blinding green light, and all was quiet, but the sound of Voldemort's cold laugh of victory. "Now, the boy." He said to himself. Just as she turned to go out side to help James, the door was blasted open. Lily gasped in horror.
"Please, don't take Harry!" pleaded Lily on bended knees.
"If you wont let me take him, I will have to kill you!" there was another flash of green light, then Lily instantly fell silent and crashed to the floor. Voldemort advanced on Harry who was crying wildly and kicking the air. Voldemort raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily awoke with a start. Tears streaming down her pale white face. Her hair matted to her face and neck by sweat or her tears, she wasn't sure. The seventeen-year-old girl looked around the room. She was in her dormitory, with four other students of Hogwarts castle. She would have to tell Dumbledore and James, her boyfriend about this dream.
"What?!?" shouted James the next day. Standing up, with his fist clenched.
"Mr Potter, please do sit back down, and relax." Said Dumbledore in a quiet calm voice.
"How can you be so calm?" James looked at Lily, who was sitting quietly with a terrified look on her face. "I mean, Lily, me and our first child will be murdered in a few years time!"
"Yes, but, James, nothing has happened so far. And as far as I know, you both don't have a child yet," at this Dumbledore looked suspiciously at the couple. They both shook their heads. "So, you see, Voldemort hasn't got a reason to kill you both yet!" the headmaster finished merrily. Or maybe a little to merrily.
"You think this a joke isn't i - " shouted James, but stopped when Lily took hold of his hand.
"Jamie, this is the future we are talking about, we can change it." she said quietly. James looked into her emerald eyes and saw the pain in them. The sorrow. He sighed. "What else did you see?"
"Our secret keeper will betray us."
"What Sirius?"
"I always knew Black, would be the wrong choice" said Snape with an evil smile playing on his lips.
"Severus!" Professor McGonagal glared at him. "Perhaps we should use Remus Lupin, instead, Headmaster?" suggested McGonagal. "He is a responsible young man." Dumbledore considered the idea. "Yes. But, Mr Black and Mr Lupin would both be a bad choice, for the two are best friends with Mr Potter." He glanced at James. "May I suggest Peter Pedigrew?"
So in the end they all agreed that they would make Peter the secret keeper and James offered words of comfort to Lily who continually cried all night, so they both ended up sleeping in the common room all night. James sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall, with Lily curled up next to him, with her head rested on his lap. James' pants saturated by Lily's tears.
_Years Later_
Lily and James were sitting on the couch in their living room watching their first and so far, only son playing around on the carpet with his toys and building blocks. Suddenly all the light's went out.
"Where is the boy?" asked a cold voice from where the front door would have been, had it been light and not blasted to pieces.
"Lily, take Harry and run!" yelled James Potter, picking Harry up off the carpet. "I'll try to hold him back!"
"James! It's the dream!" Lily cried in horror.
"I know. Just go!" he pushed young Harry into his wife's arms.
"Jamie" she said. "I won't leave you! "
"Lily, I love you. And I don't want you to die. Now GO!" he pushed her gently towards the stairs. But Lily wouldn't move.
"Hand the boy to me" said the dark figure, moving closer to them. The family could see a little bit now that their eyes were adjusted to the dark. "I said, give Harry to me!" he demanded.
"NO!"
"If you won't, I'll just have to - "
"No! cant we compromise?" So for some strange reason, Voldemort gave in and let them compromise. And so the Potter family lives! For now..
AN: I'm a little crazed right now. I've been real angry lately coz, you know how I had friend problems. Then family probs, coz my lil sisters are soooo annoying! I wish I could cut their tongues off so they couldn't speak , then they wouldn't be able to make so much noise!!! Ok, I wouldn't cut their tongues off for real though. Anyways. This story might get a little depressing, especially for me. But this story will be good for me - I'll have somewhere/something/somehow vent my feelings. And pretend that you are all reading this, and that your listening. Then I would be able to say that I do have people to talk to.
NOTICE: Before I go, I want to thank Kemanran (sorry if its spelt wrong) for the endless support on "Forbidden Love" and I'd like to notify you all that I'm also writing a short fic for Christmas about Harry and his friends. Forbidden Love will be put on hold until probably next year, sorry to those waiting.
BURNING HATRED
Chapter One
"Lily, take Harry and run!" yelled James Potter, picking his only son up from the floor in the living room. "I'll try to hold him back!"
"But James!" cried Lily.
"Just go!" he pushed young Harry into his wife's arms.
"Jamie" she said. "If anything happens - "
"I love you too, Lily. Now GO!" he pushed her gently towards the stairs. Lily began up the stairs. She was going to run into Harry's room, put him down, and then go help her husband.
"Argh!" cried James in agony. Voldemort, wearing a long black cloak, watched as James twitched and screamed in pain. Lily looked back over her shoulder, down from the balcony, she could see her husband being tortured. "I must hurry." She said to Harry who was crying loudly.
"Please - don't hurt - Lily - or - Harry." Said Jams through gritted teeth, while still under the curse.
"Oh? What makes you think I'll listen to you?" asked Voldemort coldly. The Dark Lord laughed. "Your faithful secret keeper betrayed you." He lifted the curse, so that James could talk.
"He did?" asked James, still sprawled on the ground.
"He did. Told me the location and everything! Such a devoted friend he is, isn't he!" Voldemort laughed harder. A chill went down Lily's spine. She had locked the door with a complicated spell that no other but her could unlock it. "Harry, wait, mummy will be back very soon!" she said through the tears running down her face.
"B - bot - bottle!" cried Harry. Lily walked quickly over to the table by the window. She looked up, the Dark Mark. Back down stairs, there was a blinding green light, and all was quiet, but the sound of Voldemort's cold laugh of victory. "Now, the boy." He said to himself. Just as she turned to go out side to help James, the door was blasted open. Lily gasped in horror.
"Please, don't take Harry!" pleaded Lily on bended knees.
"If you wont let me take him, I will have to kill you!" there was another flash of green light, then Lily instantly fell silent and crashed to the floor. Voldemort advanced on Harry who was crying wildly and kicking the air. Voldemort raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
Lily awoke with a start. Tears streaming down her pale white face. Her hair matted to her face and neck by sweat or her tears, she wasn't sure. The seventeen-year-old girl looked around the room. She was in her dormitory, with four other students of Hogwarts castle. She would have to tell Dumbledore and James, her boyfriend about this dream.
"What?!?" shouted James the next day. Standing up, with his fist clenched.
"Mr Potter, please do sit back down, and relax." Said Dumbledore in a quiet calm voice.
"How can you be so calm?" James looked at Lily, who was sitting quietly with a terrified look on her face. "I mean, Lily, me and our first child will be murdered in a few years time!"
"Yes, but, James, nothing has happened so far. And as far as I know, you both don't have a child yet," at this Dumbledore looked suspiciously at the couple. They both shook their heads. "So, you see, Voldemort hasn't got a reason to kill you both yet!" the headmaster finished merrily. Or maybe a little to merrily.
"You think this a joke isn't i - " shouted James, but stopped when Lily took hold of his hand.
"Jamie, this is the future we are talking about, we can change it." she said quietly. James looked into her emerald eyes and saw the pain in them. The sorrow. He sighed. "What else did you see?"
"Our secret keeper will betray us."
"What Sirius?"
"I always knew Black, would be the wrong choice" said Snape with an evil smile playing on his lips.
"Severus!" Professor McGonagal glared at him. "Perhaps we should use Remus Lupin, instead, Headmaster?" suggested McGonagal. "He is a responsible young man." Dumbledore considered the idea. "Yes. But, Mr Black and Mr Lupin would both be a bad choice, for the two are best friends with Mr Potter." He glanced at James. "May I suggest Peter Pedigrew?"
So in the end they all agreed that they would make Peter the secret keeper and James offered words of comfort to Lily who continually cried all night, so they both ended up sleeping in the common room all night. James sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall, with Lily curled up next to him, with her head rested on his lap. James' pants saturated by Lily's tears.
_Years Later_
Lily and James were sitting on the couch in their living room watching their first and so far, only son playing around on the carpet with his toys and building blocks. Suddenly all the light's went out.
"Where is the boy?" asked a cold voice from where the front door would have been, had it been light and not blasted to pieces.
"Lily, take Harry and run!" yelled James Potter, picking Harry up off the carpet. "I'll try to hold him back!"
"James! It's the dream!" Lily cried in horror.
"I know. Just go!" he pushed young Harry into his wife's arms.
"Jamie" she said. "I won't leave you! "
"Lily, I love you. And I don't want you to die. Now GO!" he pushed her gently towards the stairs. But Lily wouldn't move.
"Hand the boy to me" said the dark figure, moving closer to them. The family could see a little bit now that their eyes were adjusted to the dark. "I said, give Harry to me!" he demanded.
"NO!"
"If you won't, I'll just have to - "
"No! cant we compromise?" So for some strange reason, Voldemort gave in and let them compromise. And so the Potter family lives! For now..
AN: I'm a little crazed right now. I've been real angry lately coz, you know how I had friend problems. Then family probs, coz my lil sisters are soooo annoying! I wish I could cut their tongues off so they couldn't speak , then they wouldn't be able to make so much noise!!! Ok, I wouldn't cut their tongues off for real though. Anyways. This story might get a little depressing, especially for me. But this story will be good for me - I'll have somewhere/something/somehow vent my feelings. And pretend that you are all reading this, and that your listening. Then I would be able to say that I do have people to talk to.
NOTICE: Before I go, I want to thank Kemanran (sorry if its spelt wrong) for the endless support on "Forbidden Love" and I'd like to notify you all that I'm also writing a short fic for Christmas about Harry and his friends. Forbidden Love will be put on hold until probably next year, sorry to those waiting.