James and Lily held each other close as they made their way home, they were happy to be alive. She had long red hair that had originally caught the eye of her now husband back when they were just eleven years old. But his heart had truly been sold on the girl when he first saw the piercing emerald-green eyes. As little children ran around them, all dressed in everything from elaborate costumes to a simple bed sheet with a mouth and two eyes cut out. They remembered the flashes of light as the hexs had been flinging around them just a few hours ago. It wasn't until they reached the gate of their home that they realized something was wrong.
First thing amiss was the busted lock on the front gate, sure they had the ability of controlling magic, but even the smallest of things made them feel better. Then they looked at each other in alarm as they realized the smell of burning wood. They took a few steps forward and the house appeared, or what was left of their home. Fear coursed through the two of them as they thought of what laid within. Their baby boy, he had been hunted for the last year so they disappeared into hiding, hoping their baby might live.
The night before the couple had been called into help the Order of the Phoenix. It was possibly the only group that remained that could effectively try and stop Voldemort, and even they were failing. James' mother had stayed with little Harry while her son and daughter-in-law helped to storm a known hideout for the Dark Lord's supporters. Lily froze on the spot unable to hold herself together at the sight of her home. No one could survive the kind of explosion that had to have occurred. James however sprinted across the walkway and into the house. Without pausing to look at any of the other damage, he made his way up the partially damaged staircase. At the far end of the hall where the source of the damage seemed to be, was also the room that was once decorated with baby blue walls with hippogriffs and owls enchanted to fly across the paint. Now the room was black and burnt. James had to stop in his tracks, he found them. Or at least he found his mother. She was on the floor in front of Harry's crib. He ran to her, only to find no pulse, his mother was dead and if a full grown witch couldn't survive how could a baby. The world seemed to darken, what would he do now? How would Lily react?
A cry, that was all it took for the world to brighten, all that it took for hope to relight in his heart. Everything was going to be okay, his mother was dead, and he would most definitely mourn over her death for the next months to come. The couple would always have that nagging doubt that if they had only been home that night, his mother would have survived. As James found the courage to look over the edge of his son's crib he was meet with emerald green eyes blinking up at his dad. The small boy looked up at his father and saw the tears running down his face, and while he didn't know why his daddy was crying or what happened to Grandma, he reached up ready to be held and loved.
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Lily was still crying when James made his way back out of the house with his son. She didn't look up even as he called to get her attention. She was too lost in grief.
"Look at me love, the world hasn't stopped yet." James whispered. Lily seemed hesitant as she looked up, could she trust her husband when she lost her baby.
Just like her husband, she looked into the eyes of her son and instead of the tears lessening, they began to fall harder. "How?" Was all she could say.
"Let us worry about that later, for now, just be happy that he's okay." James told her, wiping away her tears with one hand.
"What about your mum?" She needn't ask, but miracles could happen, she was staring at one disguised as a black haired, green eyed, baby boy.
"She's dead." James choked out. "But," He continued, taking in a large supply of air before continuing. "She sacrifice herself for him.
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The small family ended up at the gates that wrapped around Hogwarts. Unsure of how they were going to get in the approached the entrance. Lily stepped up to read the words that had been engraved into the metal gate. Safety lies beyond this gate, if anyone seek help or comfort, welcome. To those who wish to cause us harm, be warned of finding more than students here. Lily placed her hand over the engraving, the words glowed blue before the gate opened. Slowly, the three made their way up the stone pathway.
Dumbledore was waiting for them in his office, "I was hoping it would be you three, but I must admit I had my doubts." Dumbledore embraced Lily in his long arms. "I already have sent the Auror to capture Sirius Black, also I have arranged for Potter Manor to be cleaned and restored to living condition, it hasn't been lived in since the two of you bought your home. I think, if only for a few years, the only people you have to worry about are Death Eaters but the manor-"
"Albus, stop." James interrupted. "Sirius didn't sell us out. It was Peter, it was always Peter." Albus seemed only slightly shocked at this information. "The fact that anyone would think that Sirius would do this to me, to us." James pointed to his family, "Well that just shows that even you were never able to look past his last name." Furious that anyone could blame his brother for this, James had to take Harry into his arms to keep him calm.
"James you must understand that I made these decisions based on the information I was given, you told me that Sirius was your secret keeper. Now I shall change the man hunt." Dumbledore seemed ashamed of his actions.
"You need to call in Remus too, my mother is dead and my friends don't need to be left thinking that I am too." James escorted his family out of the room. "Send them to my home, they will be staying with us for now." !0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0!0! Try another story and let me know what you think of anything of mine that you read,
A.N. Okay, so you may notice that I just added another story to my already long line of incomplete stories. Don't hate me please! My problem is that once I get an idea in my head I can't write a chapter for my other stories until this one is done. Stupid, I know but I can't stand it. I should just not post them all until I complete one that is already started, but I like showing all the different eras just for one story. I'm not one of those people who can only write one time period or one couple.
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