My final days
*Flashbacks*
"Lilly and James you must hide. The prophecy states that a child will rise to power. Harry is that child you must run, you must hide," a man with a white beard was pleading with us to save ourselves and run.
"Albus we can't just uproot our lives with an 13 month old. It's hard. Where would we go, where would we live? How can the child in the prophecy be my son? I don't understand." My husband, James, was holding our pudgy ebony haired infant tight to his chest.
"James, we can't afford to lose our son. He's all we have right now. I won't have anymore kids, we can't lose him. James we must go." I brushed my husband's arm to let him know I was there and I was just as distressed as him. I couldn't understand how the prophecy uttered a year ago, by a friend who wasn't that reliable, was our son. I just couldn't begin to comprehend buried his nose into our sons black mane. As if to keep himself reminded of our sons purity. I put my lips to his ear and whispered "We'll be o.k. I know it."
*End flashback*
Chapter 1 "Monday Dread and First Words"
I woke up in the midst of the night to my son, Harry, screaming at the top of his lungs. I rolled over to James and woke him as to say it was his turn. He shrugged and went back to sleep. That stupid seeker. I finally got up and lit my wand. "Lumos" The tip lit with a blue hue, that always brought a warm feeling to my heart. I remembered a great man saying, "Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." Walking down the hallway to the tones of my screaming child made my thought be cut off. Harry's scream was different, it wasn't a scream of waking up. It was a scream of terror, a scream of pain. I dropped my wand and ran to my child fearing the worst. Fearing a man who was hunting us, Voldemort. Had he found us, did he hurt my child, was all of this for not? I flung open the blue door and there stood a figure, still and hooded. It was him but why hadn't he killed my son yet?"Get away from him! NOW!" I screamed at the cloaked figure looming over my purple faced child.
James heard my scream and was running towards the room. He entered with his wand drawn and turned in defense. "Get away from my son."
The cloaked man began to lower his hood. James eyes flicker in the lights of Harry's night light. Sirius. "I heard him screaming from the basement, I came to check on him mate."
"Oh Merlin, Sirius why were you here?"
"Janetica kicked me out said I disappeared to much. I just like being in dog mode sometimes." I picked up my son and soothed him. He finally stopped screaming and those bright red and green eyes stopped the water works. I held on to my son tight, not wanting to let go. I was terrified of letting him go, I had half-a-mind to sleep in his room. I was furious at my brother-in-law for scaring me like that. After the threats from the death eaters, them roaming around town, us having to hide in a cellar for up to 3 hours. This was becoming unbearable. Two months ago I had told my husband everything was going to be o.k. It was far from that. I hadn't talked to my friends in Broomsdon in months, I missed them. This wasn't my home but we were dealing. Godrics Hollow was secluded and protective. Half the Order lived here, if Harry was in danger it wouldn't have been for long. Harry was finally asleep in my arms. I looked down at his face and saw my son. His radish red face was beginning to go back to normal and his stubby nose now twitched slightly as if he was dreaming. His pink little lips hung open as if he was trying to suck in the air. This was my son and I would protect him, his whole life. I kissed him on his forehead and laid him back in his crib. His little feet began to try to kick out of his swaddle and his tiny, little hands balled in a fist. I knew then my boy was a fighter. James wrapped his arms around me and looked down at our son.
"Can you believe he's already 15 months? It feels like it was yesterday we were bringing him home from St. Mungos. Remember he kept screaming and you kept crying and saying you couldn't do this? Now look at him, he's completely "
"-fat. I don't think a broom will be able to hold up the seeker." Sirius chimed in. "He'll be a beater, if he keeps growing at this rate."
"I don't want a chubby seeker remember Peter. He couldn't stay on the broom."
"Yes, James I remember because you made me levitate him to hospital wing."
"Which you did amazingly, my love."
"Hmmm."
"So what are we going to do about the weight issue and about a broom."
"Well, we'll have to special order him one that can."
"Come on let's go back to bed. Sirius you got this?" Sirius morphed into a giant black dog and barked and started his wild tail wagging, but when he saw our face he whined and laid in front of Harry's crib. "Lil's nothing will get him with Sirius there."
I waked over and kissed the shaggy dog on the top of his head. His tail wagged, "Only one Sirius."
We woke up around 10 to the sound of playful barks and shrill giggles coming from Harry's room. It was nicer then the usual screaming Harry would let out. "Maybe we should keep him around. I slept well."
"James we aren't keeping SIrius as pet nor are we ever, so stop asking." I got up to go see what antics my son and his "pet" were up to. When I arrived Sirius was human and holding Harry in the air. My boy was giggling and blubbering like no tomorrow. Sirius got face to face with him and gave him zurburt. "You keep playing with him like that and you're going to have clean puke off yourself one of these days."
"I seriously doubt that."
"How did you sleep last night?"
"Your son snores. Like really bad."
"So does James. I thought you knew that."
James hollered from the room over, "I HAVE A CLOSED SINUS AND YOU KNOW THAT VERY WELL!"I started to changed my son diaper and Sirius left room at the sight of the brown mass. James walked into the room. His white shirt wrinkled, boxers hung at an angle, hair looking slightly electrocuted, glasses dirty and slightly crooked. This is the morning James and yet I found it very attractive. James walked over and gave me our morning kiss. James looked up at me and his hazel eyes leveled with mine. They brought comfort and we looked at our smiley child as he grinned at his parents. His green eyes matched mine and jet black hair was starting to look more like his father everyday. I had narrowed down Harry's reasons for screaming last night. The most likely one was that he was teething. I remember when my cousin Daisy was doing this. It was awful. All she did was cry and cry and cry, poop, and more crying. It finally ended a couple month later. That's, actually, how I found I was magical. James nuzzled my cheek with his nose and gave me a kiss.
"What was that for?"
"I don't do that enough lately."
"I liked it, but it was absolute rank."
"Haha I had onions last night."
"I can tell," I kissed him again he dipped me like he did when we were at the alter. This kiss was different, it was passionate, he picked me. Our lips locking together like our hands did on our first date. He playfully bit my lip. During this moment the war, the threats, my son's life being put in danger, the prophecy and the fear went away. All it was, was James and I. Love had hold of our fleeting moments but this was one I wasn't going to let go of for all eternity.
"You know since I married you I can tell when you're thinking."
"How James, you don't even notice when I get a haircut."
"Well, you haven't kissed me back in about two minutes, and yes I do."
"Oh. When was my last haircut?"
"At this point does it really matter?" James leaned back into my lips. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers combed through his hair. His lips began to trace my jaw line then found their way down my neck to my collar. I was now pressed against a blue giraffe on Harry's wall.
"I need to put him in his crib so he doesn't fall out...again."
"That was an accident."
"You were distracted by the fan."
"Exactly, an accident, and I was not."I pushed James away playfully, "Woah there carrot I didn't think we played like that?" James patted my bum and gave me a wink. I laid Harry down in his crib and James pulled me back into and set me on the changing table. My legs wrapped around him and he pressed himself up against me.
"Wow it's really early for this don't you think?" Sirius was leaning against the door eating a banana. His leg was crossed in front of the other and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He wore a smirk like someone wears a scarf. His smirk was famous for either casting girls into his arms or casting them out the door if used at the wrong time. It startled me so much I fell off the changing table half dressed, down to my bra and underwear. I grabbed James's shirt, threw it on and ran out the door blushing. "Way to drop her Prongs."
"How long were you there mate?"
"Don't change the subject."
"You...wow...pervert."
"That's what Janetica said when she threw my stuff on the lawn. Said something about me checking out her sister."
"That's not hard to believe."
"Hey, be nice." Sirius chimed. James began to walk down hallway, and ducked as I threw a pillow at him. "OW! YOU FIESTY GIRL!" he yelled as he growled, once again, casting that smirk my way. I threw my head back and gave Sirius a death glare as I stomped into my room.
The rest of the day I couldn't even look at Sirius without turning beet red. The thought of my husbands best friend seeing me in the state I was in made shutter at every glance. Harry was on his floor playing with a stuffed hippo my parents gave him. It was his favorite toy and his only toy since we couldn't bring everything when we went into hiding. "Hippo." We all flung around to stare at our son who was sitting up and pointing at the grey stuffed animal."Hippo." I ran to my son and scooped him into the air, so he could see how proud of him. James came behind me and kissed him on the foot."Mama, Mama, Mama," I kept repeating the two syllables over-and-over again hoping he would say it.
"Dada" Harry's second words.
James took him from me and held him close. "Yes, Harry I am your Dada. I will always and forever be your Dada" James held his son close enough for Harry to hear his heart beat and feel the love emitting from it. Sirius left the room, he looked like he was in a tuft so I decided to follow him out into the bitter cold fall air.
"Sirius you o.k.?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Honestly? I want what you have, I want that moment where pride isn't enough of a word for the feelings you're feelings," Sirius began to cry, "I thought Jane was the one. I really did," Sirius began to cry harder. I had never seen him like this. It was almost payback for watching James and I this morning. His heart was breaking. I had no idea how to console him though. I walked over and hugged him. He sobbed on my shoulder and let out a whimper. Then I saw it a group of men, cloaked, walking down the street to our house.
"Death eaters."
"Where?"
"About 200 hundred feet, I can see their masks," my body began to shake in fear. I let go of Sirius and ran inside. "James get to the cellar there a group of 5 or 6 headed this way."
"Why do they always come right before dinner? I'm mean Merlin they have the worst timing." We grabbed the invisibility cloak and threw it over Harry, while Sirius went into dog mode and ran out the back door. Fear shot through my veins like was heart was pumping it out in surplus. They were so close to our house, in all the times this happened they were never this close. Did they finally see through the disguise that laid in front of them? We ran to Harry's room and tapped the stag three times. He ran to the side and showed the way into the cellar. I ran down the stairs. James joined a few minutes later with food from our dinner, so we could eat. We laid Harry in his second crib that was located down under the window. He quickly fell asleep oblivious to the present surrounding danger. After Harry fell asleep James and I waited. Pace, sit, pace look at each other in silence, feed Harry, burp harry and then start the cycle over-again. James and I would take shift sleeping, eventually we fell asleep together in our cellar. Sirius didn't return.
