Disappearing Act
Harry? Harry Potter… As in…THE Harry Potter…Dead?
No it couldn't be…Headlines everywhere flashed the words… The words, which no one in their right mind could want, or need to hear.
It was a dark day for the wizarding world, when the responsibilities of 'The Boy Who Lived' were passed onto his son. It was said that the great man had been killed in the field. Killed, or be killed, was his old saying, he had held onto it ever since his fourth year.
He had been killed only ten years after graduating from Hogwarts. No one knew where he was though.
His wife was in depression.
His son was only nine.
No one knew what to do.
The world was falling into a second Dark Age.
James Potter ran to his mother, Hermione. His messy black hair, falling over his electric blue eyes. She smiled, hopefully, although her eyes still held the overwhelming grief and sadness that had taken over her world.
She spun him around and then motioned for him to go to bed. He hugged her tightly before running up the stairs in Godric's Hollow, up to his awaiting bed.
She sighed and practically fell into one of the comfy armchairs that sat by the fire in their humble living room.
"Oh, Harry, where are you?" She whispered, her cheeks now wet with tears.
She soon fell into a deep and troublesome sleep, too tired to make her way up to her lonely bed.
In her dreams she saw many things, many which she would never remember again.
Her mind spun as she saw Harry, fighting Voldemort. He had apparated. Disappearing from her view. She saw dreams of Harry's and her wedding, her son, James Sirius Potter, named after his father and his godfather, the closest thing to family he had.
Suddenly, she woke, in a cold sweat. Only to find James sitting at her feet, sleeping peacefully. She sighed, her dreams forgotten, as she watched her son slowly wake.
She gently picked him up from his bed on her knees, and laid her in his lap, cradling him gently.
He looked up at his mother and frowned…
"Mummy? Where is daddy gone?" He whispered sleepily.
"Oh, honey…Daddy is gone…to fight the baddies" She whispered, trying hopelessly to tame his wild hair. His hair was even worse than his fathers had been.
Hope you liked it… Sorry it was so short… I have only started this ten minutes ago before I got on the net!
Love Dragoness Enchantress
Harry? Harry Potter… As in…THE Harry Potter…Dead?
No it couldn't be…Headlines everywhere flashed the words… The words, which no one in their right mind could want, or need to hear.
It was a dark day for the wizarding world, when the responsibilities of 'The Boy Who Lived' were passed onto his son. It was said that the great man had been killed in the field. Killed, or be killed, was his old saying, he had held onto it ever since his fourth year.
He had been killed only ten years after graduating from Hogwarts. No one knew where he was though.
His wife was in depression.
His son was only nine.
No one knew what to do.
The world was falling into a second Dark Age.
James Potter ran to his mother, Hermione. His messy black hair, falling over his electric blue eyes. She smiled, hopefully, although her eyes still held the overwhelming grief and sadness that had taken over her world.
She spun him around and then motioned for him to go to bed. He hugged her tightly before running up the stairs in Godric's Hollow, up to his awaiting bed.
She sighed and practically fell into one of the comfy armchairs that sat by the fire in their humble living room.
"Oh, Harry, where are you?" She whispered, her cheeks now wet with tears.
She soon fell into a deep and troublesome sleep, too tired to make her way up to her lonely bed.
In her dreams she saw many things, many which she would never remember again.
Her mind spun as she saw Harry, fighting Voldemort. He had apparated. Disappearing from her view. She saw dreams of Harry's and her wedding, her son, James Sirius Potter, named after his father and his godfather, the closest thing to family he had.
Suddenly, she woke, in a cold sweat. Only to find James sitting at her feet, sleeping peacefully. She sighed, her dreams forgotten, as she watched her son slowly wake.
She gently picked him up from his bed on her knees, and laid her in his lap, cradling him gently.
He looked up at his mother and frowned…
"Mummy? Where is daddy gone?" He whispered sleepily.
"Oh, honey…Daddy is gone…to fight the baddies" She whispered, trying hopelessly to tame his wild hair. His hair was even worse than his fathers had been.
Hope you liked it… Sorry it was so short… I have only started this ten minutes ago before I got on the net!
Love Dragoness Enchantress