Harry Potter: What if...
Preface
Children were running through the streets on this dark, cold night. They were dressed up as witches, pumpkins, ghosts. It was Halloween night. A tall man in a hooded cloak was travelling slowly and mysteriously. 'Nice costume Mr!' Yelled a young boy dressed as a pumpkin to this man. The man glared at the young boy. His eyes flashed red. The boy screamed and ran away. He entered into a garden. The gate opened without a touch, it creaked loudly. He pulled out a long stick out of his cloak pocket. He pointed it at the door handle, muttered a few words and the door swung open. A man ran into the main hall of his house. As soon as he looked into the other man's face, he got a great look of shock on his face, he also looked very scared. 'Alice it's Him. It's Voldemort. Run! And bring Neville!'
Voldemort pointed his wand at the man and said, 'Longbottom move! All I want is the boy.'
'Never!' The man yelled.
'Fine! Avada Kedavra!' Voldemort yelled. With a wave of his wand, a green spark flew out of it, the man in front of him dropped dead as soon the spark hit him, square in the chest.
'Stupid man!' Voldemort sneered. He stepped over the body and walked up the stairs. He opened a door and behind it stood, Alice, the man's wife with her son, Neville. 'Give me the boy!' Voldemort yelled.
'No!' cried Alice. 'Take me instead! Leave Neville alone!' She had begun to cry as she place Neville into his pen, and blocked him off from Voldemort.
'Move! I only want the boy!' Voldemort yelled.
'No!' Alice sobbed.
'Fine! Suffer the same as your stupid husband!' He pointed his wand at Alice's chest and yelled, 'Avada Kedavra!' The green spark hit her square in the chest. She dropped dead just like her husband. Voldemort walked up to Neville in his cot. Neville gave a little giggle. Voldemort pointed his wand at Neville head. Voldemort laughed. 'Avada Kedavra!' Neville dropped dead when the spell hit him in the head. Then Voldemort waved his wand and he disappeared from the room.
'Mom?' Harry said as he got up, sat next to his mom and gave her a hug. Lily stroked his hair.
'Yeah Harry?' She replied. Harry looked up and his mom smiled at him.
'Where's dad?' Harry asked as he sat up.
'I told you. Every Sunday your dad or I go to the Order meeting.' Lily explained as she too sat up.
'Why don't you both go?' Harry asked looking confused.
'Because one of us has to look after you.' Lily told Harry. Harry jumped up. Then he turned to face his mom.
'Why can't I go with you?' Harry asked. Looking serious.
'You can't go because you're only 11. Ron's allowed to go because his adult brother's don't live with him and both his parent's have to go.'
'What if I go, and Ron and I can play upstairs in that room where I sleep when we stop in the holidays.' Harry asked with a sound of begging in his voice.
'Fine,' Lily sighed. She was too tired to argue. Especially with Harry. "The hardest one to argue with in my family. Only just harder than James." She thought. 'I'll write your dad a letter telling him to ask Dumbledore if you can go.' Lily got up and walked into her kitchen. She took a feather quill, an ink pot and a small piece of parchment down from a cupboard and placed them on the table. She pulled out the chair, sat down and started to write.
"James, Harry wants to be able to go with us to the order meetings. I said he can go if Dumbledore says he can. I told him to wait until you got home and find out next week. But he is so impatient. Gets it from you. Can you ask Dumbledore and send me a letter back with the answer. Thanks. Love Lily." She rolled up the parchment and tide it to the leg of her owl and let it fly out of the window. Heading for No.12 Grimmauld Place.