Just a Dream
Prologue
Chapter 1
Harry smiled in his sleep. Lily watched him carefully; keeping his small body snuggled close between herself and her husband, James. She moved her gaze from her son, who was almost a year old, and silently traced James' jaw line with her finger. It was always this way with Lily; she was more often then not the last to sleep. Everyone knew that, unlike the intuitive James, divination was not one of her strong points. Despite that fact, Lily felt an almost irrepressible urge to cherish every laugh, every smile, and any memories that were made.
Harry looks so much like James, she thought. Lily remembered the almost indescribable joy she had felt the first time she had held Harry in her arms, after carrying him as a part of her for nine months. She loved him so much, and had cried in happiness many times during the pregnancy, including the first time he kicked. She had touched her stomach, settled down into a chair with a glowing smile on her face, and tears had gathered in her eyes. Lily still could not overcome the fact that she had created something so beautiful with the love of her life.
Again her attention switched to her husband. She wondered if he knew how many times she touched his handsome face as he slept. She knew every line and curve of his face, the tiny scar on the left side of his chin, and the way his dark eyes crinkled whenever he laughed. She loved him with every drop of blood that beat in her veins. Nothing bad can ever happen to us, she thought as she dozed off.
Lily's eyes snapped open. "James!" she gasped.
The early morning light drifted through the window in hazy rays. James' voice came from the end of the bed. "I'm right here, love. What is it?"
Lily's heart thumped an almost painful beat in her chest. "Oh, thank God," she sighed, "I had the most awful dream," she said, gazing at him.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" He slipped light blue robes on and combed his unruly hair, looking in the mirror close to the end of the bed. When he had finished, he glanced worriedly at Lily.
She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest in a childish and protective gesture. "He was here. He burst in the room, waving his wand about, and pushed us into a corner of the room. He killed you, and the he tried to take Harry's life as well." She rested her face in her hands. "Then he killed me. It was the particular horrid sort of nightmare where it seems as though you're watching yourself. After he killed me, the wretch pointed his wand at Harry and said in a totally calm voice, 'Avada Kedavra.' He almost sounded bored. A blinding green light came out of his wand that even looked evil, but Harry didn't die. An almost holy white light surrounded him, and then Voldemort screamed. That's when I woke up. I could see our dead bodies," She sobbed, "and it looked like you were holding my hand!" At this point, Lily cried silently, yet the tears racked her slim body.
James went to her and wrapped his arms around her. He whispered soothingly, "It's all right, it was just a dream, baby, just a dream."
Lily shifted to look into his eyes, smoothing his wild black hair. "But that's the problem! It seemed so real, it almost felt.like a- a vision. or something." Her jade eyes again brimmed with tears.
Harry, who through all this had been sleeping peacefully next to her (as he'd insisted the night before), stirred. He opened his astonishingly green eyes and looked at Lily. He saw her tears and patted her cheek. "No cwy," he said.
James and Lily exchanged amused glances. Lily wiped her face and hugged Harry tightly. James picked Harry up and swung him around. "What d'you say we get you some clean robes?" Harry giggled as his daddy carried him out of the room.
Lily rose, a little less worried about her dream. She pulled on dark turquoise robes and glanced in the mirror. Her reflection giggled and twirled. "How childish!" Lily said to her reflection, grinning.
Lily went into the kitchen and started making breakfast as James clothed and bathed Harry. She twirled her wand and set everything to cooking. The smell of food brought her men into the kitchen, sniffing and rubbing their hands together. James inhaled deeply and said, "What's this I smell?"
"Just breakfast, you great dolt." Lily smiled sweetly.
"You're still the woman I married," James sighed amusedly.
As Lily cleaned up the breakfast dishes with a flick of her willowy wand, she chatted with Harry. "Do you know what tomorrow is, Harry?"
"Wot?" Harry asked, concentrating on a butterfly on the windowsill.
"Tomorrow," Lily paused for effect, "is your birthday! You'll be one year old."
"One?"
"One whole year!" Lily giggled, still a little girl at heart, and smoothed back Harry's wild, jet black hair. "And we're going to have a party."
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The next morning, James awoke to Lily gently touching his face and smiling. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his chin gently. He pulled her to him tightly and whispered, "I couldn't wake up to anything more enchanting than your beautiful green eyes."
Lily grinned, rolled her eyes. "Ah, and you're always one with the words, you are."
"No words can describe the way I love thee, milady," James breathed teasingly.
Lily tapped him on the nose. "Can thee express thyself in any other way, milord?" She laughed.
"Come now dear, you don't want our birthday boy to catch us 'at it,' d'you?"
Lily sighed melodramatically. "Where's a time-turner necklace when I need one?"
Prologue
Chapter 1
Harry smiled in his sleep. Lily watched him carefully; keeping his small body snuggled close between herself and her husband, James. She moved her gaze from her son, who was almost a year old, and silently traced James' jaw line with her finger. It was always this way with Lily; she was more often then not the last to sleep. Everyone knew that, unlike the intuitive James, divination was not one of her strong points. Despite that fact, Lily felt an almost irrepressible urge to cherish every laugh, every smile, and any memories that were made.
Harry looks so much like James, she thought. Lily remembered the almost indescribable joy she had felt the first time she had held Harry in her arms, after carrying him as a part of her for nine months. She loved him so much, and had cried in happiness many times during the pregnancy, including the first time he kicked. She had touched her stomach, settled down into a chair with a glowing smile on her face, and tears had gathered in her eyes. Lily still could not overcome the fact that she had created something so beautiful with the love of her life.
Again her attention switched to her husband. She wondered if he knew how many times she touched his handsome face as he slept. She knew every line and curve of his face, the tiny scar on the left side of his chin, and the way his dark eyes crinkled whenever he laughed. She loved him with every drop of blood that beat in her veins. Nothing bad can ever happen to us, she thought as she dozed off.
Lily's eyes snapped open. "James!" she gasped.
The early morning light drifted through the window in hazy rays. James' voice came from the end of the bed. "I'm right here, love. What is it?"
Lily's heart thumped an almost painful beat in her chest. "Oh, thank God," she sighed, "I had the most awful dream," she said, gazing at him.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" He slipped light blue robes on and combed his unruly hair, looking in the mirror close to the end of the bed. When he had finished, he glanced worriedly at Lily.
She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest in a childish and protective gesture. "He was here. He burst in the room, waving his wand about, and pushed us into a corner of the room. He killed you, and the he tried to take Harry's life as well." She rested her face in her hands. "Then he killed me. It was the particular horrid sort of nightmare where it seems as though you're watching yourself. After he killed me, the wretch pointed his wand at Harry and said in a totally calm voice, 'Avada Kedavra.' He almost sounded bored. A blinding green light came out of his wand that even looked evil, but Harry didn't die. An almost holy white light surrounded him, and then Voldemort screamed. That's when I woke up. I could see our dead bodies," She sobbed, "and it looked like you were holding my hand!" At this point, Lily cried silently, yet the tears racked her slim body.
James went to her and wrapped his arms around her. He whispered soothingly, "It's all right, it was just a dream, baby, just a dream."
Lily shifted to look into his eyes, smoothing his wild black hair. "But that's the problem! It seemed so real, it almost felt.like a- a vision. or something." Her jade eyes again brimmed with tears.
Harry, who through all this had been sleeping peacefully next to her (as he'd insisted the night before), stirred. He opened his astonishingly green eyes and looked at Lily. He saw her tears and patted her cheek. "No cwy," he said.
James and Lily exchanged amused glances. Lily wiped her face and hugged Harry tightly. James picked Harry up and swung him around. "What d'you say we get you some clean robes?" Harry giggled as his daddy carried him out of the room.
Lily rose, a little less worried about her dream. She pulled on dark turquoise robes and glanced in the mirror. Her reflection giggled and twirled. "How childish!" Lily said to her reflection, grinning.
Lily went into the kitchen and started making breakfast as James clothed and bathed Harry. She twirled her wand and set everything to cooking. The smell of food brought her men into the kitchen, sniffing and rubbing their hands together. James inhaled deeply and said, "What's this I smell?"
"Just breakfast, you great dolt." Lily smiled sweetly.
"You're still the woman I married," James sighed amusedly.
As Lily cleaned up the breakfast dishes with a flick of her willowy wand, she chatted with Harry. "Do you know what tomorrow is, Harry?"
"Wot?" Harry asked, concentrating on a butterfly on the windowsill.
"Tomorrow," Lily paused for effect, "is your birthday! You'll be one year old."
"One?"
"One whole year!" Lily giggled, still a little girl at heart, and smoothed back Harry's wild, jet black hair. "And we're going to have a party."
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The next morning, James awoke to Lily gently touching his face and smiling. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his chin gently. He pulled her to him tightly and whispered, "I couldn't wake up to anything more enchanting than your beautiful green eyes."
Lily grinned, rolled her eyes. "Ah, and you're always one with the words, you are."
"No words can describe the way I love thee, milady," James breathed teasingly.
Lily tapped him on the nose. "Can thee express thyself in any other way, milord?" She laughed.
"Come now dear, you don't want our birthday boy to catch us 'at it,' d'you?"
Lily sighed melodramatically. "Where's a time-turner necklace when I need one?"