A/N: Lily can't find Harry. Marauder's Era.
Submission for:
The Dance Competition: Round 10 - Write about a character getting a fright.
The Marauder's Era Competition: Round 5 - Your character loses something of value to them - Lily Evans. Prompts: fast, entity, jutting, close, illness
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Lily ran out of the house as fast as she could, her red hair flying wildly around her head as she entered her backyard. She held her wand out before her, looking about the small yard for any attackers, hoping she wasn't too late.
"Harry?" she cried, looking everywhere for her baby boy. He had been playing in the other room with his blocks when she last checked thirty minutes ago. After popping the potatoes in the oven, she walked out of the kitchen to check on him only to enter an empty living room. The blocks were tossed about the room and the backdoor was wide open.
"Harry?" she cried again, as she searched the hedges and the flowerbeds for the little boy. He had just gone outside, hiding like when they played hide-and-seek. She would soon find his little feet jutting out from beneath the plants. He couldn't have been kidnapped right from under her nose.
Then she came upon the wooden gate in the fence that ran around the backyard, hidden from view from the back porch. It hung open off its hinges and showed the empty street beyond.
"Harry?" she cried again, collapsing onto the ground with her face in her hands. She was a terrible mother. How could she lose her only son? How could she let him be taken away by a mysterious entity? She was supposed to protect him from all evils, take care of him through all illness, hold him close to her when he had trouble sleeping, to love him with all her heart, and she had lost him!
"Ma!" a tiny voice cried out. She pulled her head out of her hands to see her little boy running alongside a large black dog, gripping tightly onto its fur to keep from tripping.
She held her arms out for him to run into before she lifted him off the ground. "Harry," she cried in relief. "I was so worried."
Then she looked at the dog who was looking guiltily down at his paws. With just a thought, the large dog shifted into her husband's best friend. "I'm so sorry, Lily. I didn't mean to worry you like that. I thought you heard when I popped through the Floo and I just thought I take the little monster out for a walk as Padfoot."
Lily looked from the man's remorseful face to her son's smiling one. She swiped at the tears that hung in the corner of her eyes and said, "Alright, Sirius. No harm done. Let's just go back inside."