Hiiii, guys! I know, I constantly post new stories. I'm sorry. I just suffer from a writers block in all the others. But I've made a much better plan in this one, so I have ideas to chapters long into the future. I promise. Well, I hope you like it! Please ignore any possible writing errors. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE CHARACTERS FROM THE BOOKS. I ONLY OWN EMERALD AND THE OTHER PEOPLE I MAKE UP ON THE WAY. I ALSO OWN SOME OF THE STORYLINE, BUT ONLY THE ONE I MAKE UP.
Chapter 1: The Potters survived
***** Lily's POV ****
My head was throbbing. My body was aching. The smell of burnt wood and the sharp air of winter filled the air. Everything was entirely quiet. Too quiet. There was no sound at all other than my own heavy breathing and the cracking of a fire far,far away. Suddenly there was a baby's cry, making my eyes snap open. Harry!
I was lying on the floor in Harry's bedroom. The roof had been blasted off, and everything lay in ruins around me. It was pitch dark, so I could barely make out the tiny form of my baby boy on the other side of the room. I tried getting up, but my limbs were so heavy. It didn't help that I was completely covered in wood. The minutes passed, and I struggeled against my own body to get up. In the end I managed to drag myself over to the crib where Harry was. All I can say was that I was really shocked when I got my eyes on him. On Harry's forhead was a bright, red lightning bolt scar. Harry started to cry when he got his eyes on me, letting me know that he was really scared and confused.
"Oh, love, shush. It's alright. Mommy's here."
I lifted my baby boy out of the crib and onto my lap, slowly letting my hand caress his face. It wasn't long after that that the panic started to set in. How were I even alive? Voldemort had killed me, hadn't he? Where was he anyway? How was Harry alive? And what about... JAMES?!
"James? James! James!?"
Second by second the hysteria was growing. Had James survived? I took Harry up into my arms and almost ran over to the door. I already saw that it would be jammed, but I felt my head spinning more and more, making me even dizzier. After a while I gave up with the yelling, and started to just bang at the door with all my strenght, hoping and praying for a sign. Anything.
"James!? Please, is anybody there?"
I let myself sink onto the floor, the tears following closly behind. I really wanted to pull myself together seeing that Harry looked more confused than ever now. I so wanted to just hug him tightly and tell him that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn't. I couldn't even tell myself that, so why should I tell him?
"Lily? Lily!" I could hear a bunch of loud noises from downstairs, and someone hurrying up the stairs. At last there was someone banging at the door from the other side.
"Hello?" I yelped with all my might. I hurried back to my feet and stopped to listen at the door, pressing my ear against it.
"Lily?" The voice sounded desperate. "Lily, it's James. Are you alright? Is Harry -" he stopped, probably imagining the worst.
"We're alright! Both alive and breathing." I answered. Once again I tried to force the door open, without success. "James? The door is jammed, I can't get it open. And I can't find my wand anywhere. We need to get to Dumbledore."
*30 MINUTES LATER*
If it hadn't been for James's warm, comforting hand I would probably have fainted. That happy memory of a couple of hours back seemed so far off. It felt like years ago. Harry was asleep in my arms now. It was in the middle of the night after all, waaay past his bedtime.
The quick pace from Hogsmead to Dumbledore's office had been never ending. Several times I would look over at James and see the same horrified and tense look that I probably had. On the same time, I couldn't help but let my eyes wonder over my own body and his. We looked like zombies. Like dead people rising from the grave.
We reached Dumbledore's office in the end, me thanking god that we knew the password. James was just about to open the door, when we heard several voices coming from within the room. I swear that I was close to the breaking point when I heard what they were talking about.
"They can't be! No. Never! You're lying! Sirius would never betray them like that. He and James were inseperable!"
"Remus, listen to the facts -"
"No! You listen. IT. IS. IMPOSSIBLE!"
It shocked me what we heard after that. Lots of creaking and then, sudddenly, the sound of glass objects being broken. As long as I had known Remus, I had never heard or seen him snap before. He had always been so calm. Even calmer than Dumbledore himself. His broken voice and his reaction completely broke my heart.
"Remus, calm down for gods sake!" Moody snapped at him.
"What Alastor here is trying to tell you is that there is so much more. You see, Mr. Black didn't only betray the Potters. He went after and blew up Mr. Pettigrew, too, together with the 13 muggle witnesses."
The silence that followed was the worst kind of silence there could possibly be. The breaking and hopeless kind of silence. James, of course, never handeled this kinds of situations very well, and made this the moment of our entry.
"Remus is right. Sirius didn't betray us. Peter did. We swapped Secret-Keeper without telling any of you. We thought we'd be safer that way." James was walking into the room with confidence, if he was oblivious to the looks the people of the room gave him or if he just chose to ignore them, I didn't know. I kept more to the background.
All eyes were on James as he continued to explain the swapping between Sirius and Peter, except one pair. Albus Dumbledore was staring at me, and most importantly, my dear little baby boy who was sleeping in my arms. Once again all the questions came to me. How, why, what for, where was he?
My emerald eyes scanned the crowd. Dumbledore, Moody, Remus, Frank and Alice, two aurors that I didn't know the name of and a healer.
"What happened, Dumbledore? How are me and James even alive? How is Harry alive? Where is Voldemort?"
I could feel all eyes on me again. For the first time I were able to see Remus' teary face. I pitied him more and more. If it had been under any other circumstances I probably would've hugged him thightly. But not tonight. Not yet.
"Voldemort is gone. We believe that Harry defeated him. Scars like that only appear when really dark and powerful magic have been involved, but backfired. But to how any of you are alive, I have not the slightest idea."
Relief filled me. Voldemort was gone. Harry had defeated him. My little, baby boy had defeated the most evil wizard of all time. Steadily I felt the colour getting back to my face. James even smiled. Still, the air around us were still not comfortable. The only people looking at least the slightest bit relieved was me and James.
"There is more?" James asked the dreaded question the two of us were thinking. My heart was speeding again, racing like a snitch.
"Sirius have been sent to Azkaban. No trial, seeing that the evidence were too bullet proof." Remus commented.
James and I both had the same reaction, none of us really wanting to believe him. The two of us screamed: "What?!", pleading that this wasn't the truth. It was worse for James than it was for me, though. Sirius was James' other half. They were bestfriends. Brothers.
"There is more." Dumbledore voiced calmly. "Lily, I advice that you sit down."
Dread filled me for the hundredth time that night. What could possibly be worse than what we had just endured?
"We just got a message that Death Eaters are attacking St. Mungo's."
My head was spinning.
"And?" I managed to choke out.
"We sent a couple of people down there. I think we all know who they're looking for. They made it quite clear."
I couldn't look at him anymore. James got over to me and hugged me tightly. A single tear managed to escape my eye. What had happened?
"A-and?" My voice wouldn't keep steady anymore.
"We haven't heard anything after we sent them down there."
*1 HOUR LATER*
St. Mungo's was in ruins. At least the eastern part. I hadn't been able to stop crying since Dumbledore told me. What if something had happened to her? What if they had killed her?
All around the hallways lay both dead and injured patients and employees. I couldn't look at them. It would only end up in me starting to imagine it was her. Dumbledore would stop every now and again to get a word with a healer or two. Usually I would be very patient with the old headmaster, but not tonight. Too much were at risk.
One of the healers sent us in the right direction, and I quickly recognized it. At least I knew where we were heading. Remus had stayed behind at Hogwarts to watch over Harry. I saw the door to the room she had stayed in, and with every step I felt a bigger need to vomit. What if something had happended to her?
Dumbledore opened the door for me and James to walk through. What met me was the last thing I was expecting to see. I could feel James stiffen beside me, his face growing cold. On the other side of the room sat Severus Snape, a tiny, sleeping form on his lap.
"Who's idea was this?!" James almost screamed at the healers in the room. He looked like he could've killed someone. For a moment, I actually thought he would.
Several of the healers looked startled and shocked by his reaction, and others tried to tell him, but got too intimidated by James to do so. At last, one of the elders came over to us to give us an answer.
"The girl wouldn't stop screaming. We all tried to calm her down, but she would only start to kick and bite us. He was the only person that managed to calm her down."
I looked over at the two of them. She looked so comfortable in his arms. Safe almost. I never would've thought that. Our daughter, 3 year old Emerald Lily Potter, finding a safe spot in the lap of Severus Snape.
