K, this is my first attempt at HP FF. Go easy on me. Please? I cooked this idea up in about 10 minutes and that's about how long it took me to write this chapter, so don't expect a master piece. Don't you just love those spur of the moment ideas? :)
Warnings: Slash (H/D), erm… we'll see as the story progresses.
D/c: I don't own anything that appears in conjunction with the book.
Wading in Ankle Deep Water
(Got a better idea?)
Prologue
He was coming.
She knew that.
He was coming.
She was surprised.
He was coming.
…
He was coming.
It was like an ever-present shadow in Lily's life. She knew the Dark Lord would catch up with them sooner or later, but they really hadn't expected it to be this soon. Of course, they had also relied on their secret keeper.
'Damn that Peter!' James had cursed.
No. It wasn't Peters fault. Well, O.K., maybe it partly was. But Sirius shouldn't have doubted himself. He would have gone through a thousands tortures before he breathed a word of their placing, and they knew that. He was much stronger then Peter, both emotionally, mentally and physically. But he didn't…
There was no time to reminiscent, she realized. James couldn't possibly hold back much longer, and soon Voldemort would find them. Lily stopped running, and slowly put Harry down. He was crying, and Lily smiled sadly down at him.
'All right,' she thought to herself. 'This is it.' She pulled out a small, white vial from her pocket. It was illegal, she was well aware of that, even if they knew whom it would bounce off. But there was no choice. She had Dumbledore's permission… to ruin someone else's life.
'The prophecy.' She reminded herself, pulling the small bottle close to herself as though it would slip out of her grasp at any second. There was no other choice.
"Harry," she cooed. At once he stopped crying and looked up curiously at Lily's tormented face.
"Harry," she began. "You are a very special boy. More special then you will ever know." Loud shots sounded off a very little way behind them and she winced, trying to find the words that would not come. "You mean the world to James and I," she took a deep breath. "And you just might be able to save the world." More violent noises, flashes of light, voices, yelling, fire… all consumed into one sense of worry and hatred. It was so surreally nauseating.
"Here," she put the tube it Harry's lips and tried to force it down the negligent throat of her son. She poured carefully, making sure as much got into his mouth as possible, and then took the tube, pointed her wand at it and shouted "Totalis!" and it shattered into a billion individual pieces, all to small to be seen with the human eye.
And then the darkness came.
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Meanwhile, south of England, a small child started to rock back and fourth slowly, it's eyes full of pain and doubt. To the shock of it's parents, the child continued to do this for a good half hour, no matter what they did to interrupt it.
Then, the child let out an earth shattering scream and fell to the floor, unconscious, as a small, lighting shaped scar danced it's way across the small child's forehead.
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Yeah, short, but it was the prologue.
So, should I continue it or am I wasting my time? And if you have any better ideas for the title tell me. And no, this will not have an original character in it. Or at least, I'm fairly sure it won't. We'll have to see if I plot it out.
-Lilac