Different Start
Story by Honsuka Sara
Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling
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It was an ordinary night in Godric's Hollow.
James looked at the heavy bags he's carrying from Diagon Alley. Most of them were milk for his baby boy, Harry, who's running low of milk this evening. The other were snacks, because Sirius and Peter would come for sleepover later tonight, while Remus still coping with his full moon problem. Oh, had his family and him weren't in hiding for now, The Marauders must be stick together to help moony running all night long. Besides, that was what Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail had been doing since their fifth year in Hogwarts. But, yeah, they were in hiding from the darkest wizard since Gellert Grindlewald himself.
Yes, yes, that was Voldemort.
James refused to call him You-Know-Who like everyone else.
By the way, he actually a little bit worried about leaving his beautiful wife and gorgeous son alone at their house, but Lily kept pestering him about grocery and he finally –like always – lost in their battle.
A quite neighborhood, he had, but wasn't it too quite?
Suddenly, he had this nasty feeling and running into the house.
The house has fidelius charm in it. James ran. Lily is the brightest witch I ever knew and she's amazing with charms. He ran faster. Padfoot and Wormtail will come soon. They will protect Lily and Harry with their lives. He arrived at his house.
He shuddered.
Something's wrong.
"Lily! Harry! Lily!" He cried.
The fidelius was somehow off and the front door was unlocked.
"Lily, honey, where are you? Where's Harry? Why's the fidelius is off? What happened to Wormtail?" but no one answered him.
James ran upstairs where Harry's room was located. His bags of milk left somewhere around the front door.
Then he gaped. And cried.
There she was, his wife, lying dead on the floor of his son's room. The horror clearly drawn at her face.
Voldemort. It must be him.
But where were…
A small crying voice reached his ears. "Harry!"
The little boy's eyes were red rimmed. His hands gripped the bar of the crib tightly while his eyes fixed to his dead mother.
"How could… How could he?" James thought.
It felt like someone just stabbed him numerously, not letting him died just yet. And it becoming worse when he saw the lightning bolt scar there in Harry's narrow forehead, still bleeding.
"Dada…"
And James broke into tears. "Harry!"
He picked his son up, kissing his hair and rubbing gently around his scar. James hugged Harry, but his eyes never left Lily's.
"Prongs! Prongs, what happened? The fidelius is off and… Lily!" Came Sirius Black and nstantly there he was beside James on the floor. "James…"
Indeed, it was such a night to remember for the two of them. They cried and learned the truth. They just didn't know what the future might brings. There's no way for them to know that it might ended up much worse for their lives. And for that lives they'd never knew, they'd never thanked.
They lost Lily. They lost half of their lives that night.
Author note:
Hello, Sara's here, and this is my very first fanfiction in this fandom. Just want you to know that English is not my main language so if you'll be kind enough to point me the mistakes, I'll be very grateful. Finally, enjoy the story!