Halloween, 1997

Gordric's Hallow

"Lily Run!" James yelled out to his wife, who was standing terrified in the kitchen as he rushed to the door. "He's here. You and Harry get to safety while I try to hold him off!"

Lily stood there in shock, unable to move her legs. She had known that it would come to this at some point, but she was still scared shitless. She had prepared for this. James yelled out her name again and Lily sprang into action at once. Scooping up Harry in her arms she rushed out of the kitchen and rushed to the back door. Despite her best efforts, she found that she couldn't budge the door at all. Frantically she ran over to the window and tried to burst it open. She reached into her back pocket to find that her wand wasn't there. Realization hit her…

Voldemort had them trapped like rats in their own home

Lily, with no other choice, dashed up the stairs holding a crying Harry tightly to her chest. She flinched at the sound of things breaking in her living room, which she knew was a direct result of the battle raging between her husband and Voldemort. She rushed into Harry's nursery and placed the crying child in his crib and began trying to barricade the door, though she knew that it wouldn't help anything. Harry began growing red from crying. Lily picked him up and cradled him against herself again. She needed to make him stop crying.

She began singing an old Fae song, the same that she heard in her dreams every night. She had never repeated the song to a living soul, but she thought that it was only appropriate now.

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You've come to journey's end

Sleep now
Dream -- of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home

Dawn will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time

Don't say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again

And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

Lily knew that now was her time. She was going to leave her child on this plane of existence. Tears fell from her eyes as she came to the harsh reality. Hearing the fighting stopping downstairs only seemed to reinforce the truth. Suddenly the door to Harry's bedroom burst open and in the door way stood Voldemort. Lily screamed not in terror, but it defiance.

"You can't have him you bastard." she screamed at the figured in the door way.

Voldemort laughed and stepped over the threshold of the nursery. "There is no need for you to perish Lily, just hand over the boy."

Lily refused, her mind now rushing. It was now or never. After placing Harry in his crib, she threw herself in front of him and begun to chant in the Fae language.

"Cormamin lindua ele lle Mela en' coiamin, Harry James Potter! Yaaraerea Tessa sina Poikaer ten' amin. Aman tel' Seldarine Vara tel' Seldarine," she said, gaining volume by each syllable.

"Stand aside you silly girl!" Voldemort commanded, aiming his wand at her heart.

Lily continued her chant and by now she was yelling. "Vara tel' taurninin, Entula en'templa of Goth Amin, Naar cam against Goth Amin , Lietha guldur of Goth Amin, Vara tel' Seldarine lye!"

Just as the last word escaped her lips, Voldemort bellowed out the killing curse and Lily Rose Evans-Potter was no more.

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Voldemort stepped over the deceased witch as if she were simply another ornament in the room. The child inside the crib looked up at him, crying angrily, as if he realized that he was the why he was parentless. The Dark Lord raised his wand and placed it to the baby's forehead.

"Never will you rise; you shall never defeat the Dark Lord. This is your end, Harry Potter." Then he bellowed out the killing curse for the entire world to hear.

The result was not what he expected.

Suddenly, a light filled the room and three figures entered. Voldemort found he was unable to move, and it was not because he was paralyzed with fear. Some magical force was leaving him incapable of motion. Two of them went over to the dead girl and lifted her, taking her into the light. The other came before him.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, you have committed a heinous crime against the Fae. Thus, you shall receive the most agonizing of torments." The figure plunged his hand through Voldemort's chest before he realized what was happening. "May you soul suffer for your actions."

The Dark Lord felt a pain like no other as his soul was ripped from his body. He found him self outside of his physical form and he watched as the mysterious entity that had plunged his soul from his body reduced his physical form, which still wore a face of agony, to ashes. He then turned to the banished soul and began to chant much like that silly mudblood girl had.

What is this?

Suddenly the entire home filled with what the spirit of the Dark Lord could only call heavy Light magic. The spirit escaped in its weakened state, unable to stand the good in the home.

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Apollo almost never drifted down from Mount Olympus.

Once regarded as a god in ignorance, He never felt the need to. While he was no god, he was a high Fae and was generally regarded by all humans as something to be revered. Yet, He had not been called upon for centuries. So when he had received a stray, disregarded call of distress, he found himself with no other choice but to answer. After all it was from another Fae, albeit it was half-Fae sending the appeal for assistance, and it was the duty of any Fae that if they were called upon by their kin to answer.

He rushed with his servants to the source of the cry when he had discovered that Indilwen Nithronea had sent it. He had known her personally at sometime, during his tryst on earth. She had not known that she was of the Fae and had fallen deeply in love with a human boy. Apollo had been pursuing her in order to make a child. She was powerful and Beautiful, quite a combination amongst the Fae, where there was often one or the other. She refused him and even went so far to make him swear an oath.

She would join him only if she was in her darkest hour and he assisted her where no one else could. Apollo, feeling something for her that he had never felt for any female, human or Fae, agreed to the arrangement.

The day had never come when she called upon him until now.

When he arrived at the source of the beckoning, it was clear that he was almost too late to assist anyone. Indilwen stood chanting in Elvish a protection spell for…her child? It was not the time to be jealous of the human man now. Apollo quickly erected a shield upon both Indilwen and the child. The dark one that stood before them bellowed out the spell of instant death that struck Indilwen in her chest, killing her witch essence instantly.

The elf with in her remained. He stepped over the deceivingly 'dead' body and approached the child. The dark one said the same spell that he had used on Indilwen but it not only hit Apollo's shield but also the protective spell that Indilwen had just cast on her offspring and bounced back on to him.

That's when Apollo stepped in. The backfiring spell was beginning to take affect on the Dark entity's body and Apollo helped it along by banishing the soul from its body. Then he reduced the body to nothingness and purified the house, make the spirit shy away from not just the house, but anywhere where light magic resided.

When it had left and Indilwen had been taken back to Olympus, Apollo approached the crib. In it sat what was undoubtedly Indilwen's bawling offspring. He could tell from the color of the eyes, if not the way they slanted slightly that he carried some of his mother's Fae lineage. Blood was running down the side of the child's face, and Apollo knew that that was where the instant death spell had struck him.

Apollo could not bring him back to Olympus, because of the wizard side of him that he possessed, but he could offer protection to the child in the form of Fae magic. But he had to do it quickly, before any wizards arrived, as they undoubtedly would. He picked up the child and held him in his arms. Cutting the pad of his thumb with his incisor, he pressed it to the wound on the child's forehead. He began to chant in Elvish a bonding spell. It would infuse the child with some of his own Fae ability, enforce his mothers and combat the darkness that was indisputably with in him from the Dark ones infliction.

When he had finished his spell, the baby's forehead had healed completely over and all that was left as a sign that anything had physically happened to the young one was in the shape lightening bolt scar that he would carry for the rest of his life. He placed the now calm child back with in its crib and didn't give it a second look as he called upon a Fae girl. He ordered her to assume the appearance of Indilwen and he just as swiftly killed the invaluable Fae, casting a spell so that the magic held and none would be the wiser that it wasn't really "Lily" that lay dead in the nursery, but some unimportant "Elf" as they were generally called amongst the wizards and mortals alike. He left the nursery swiftly, insuring that none would know that he had been there, letting what would unfold, unfold.

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Severus Snape arrived on the threshold of the Potter's home. He knew that something had disturbed the home just by looking at it. The wards had dropped and the house was on fire. He walked into the home and immediately came upon the corpse of James Potter. The dead man lay staring blankly at the ceiling. Snape had to avert his eyes from his fallen enemy. While he had never liked James, he would never truly wish Death on anyone. Both men had recently come to a truce, but that didn't change either man's opinion of the other, nor did it alter how they felt for one another.

That's what hit Severus. If Potter is dead…Lily!

There would have been no way that she could escape, because the Dark Lord, Voldemort, himself had been there. He was the only one other than Albus Dumbledore and a few others that could best James Potter in dueling. Severus' eyes fell on the stair case and he ran up the stairs, dodging the roaring inferno within the home. He burst into each room in the small house, finding nothing, before he came to the end of the hallway where Harry's nursery was located. He dreaded what he would find on the other side of the closed door. He opened it and immediately his eyes fell upon the body of Lily Evans-Potter lying face down. He ran to her, hoping she wasn't dead, but knowing it was so. He turned her over and barely managed to hold back a gasp. It wasn't her.

He was one of the only people besides her best friend and her husband who had known about her being of the Fae. And one thing that he knew about Fae magic was that it didn't affect the eyes, where it was believed that all the truth in a being was held.

Whoever this was, she had bluish-green eyes, and that was what gave her away. It was no doubt the plot of Apollo, whom Severus had only heard of once from Lily. Severus knew what he had to do. Pulling out his wand, he altered the eye color so that it would appear as the same sort of green that Lily's was. No one could know that Lily wasn't dead, or he would be on the receiving end of Apollo's wrath. There was a reason for everything. Then he put his memory of what he had just done in the same place where his knowledge of Lily's Fae side was, locked away.

Then he placed the Lily copy down on the ground and begun to prepare himself to find Harry James Potter lying dead in his crib. He almost cried out when he discovered the rise and fall of the child's chest. To make sure it wasn't an illusion or a trick of his mind, he performed a simple vitals scan on the child. He was indeed alive.

And seemingly unscathed, that is, except for a lightening bolt scar on the right side of his forehead, above his eyebrow. He traced it lightly. How was it that the child had survived the Dark Lord's wrath? Surely there was no magic, not even Fae magic that stopped the killing curse when it had chosen its victim, especially not that of Dark Lord's?

Somehow, it had happened though, leaving the child with a reminder of what had happened. Severus was instantly sure that this was a magic scar that would never disappear, even if heal with magic.

Severus suddenly heard the roaring of a motorbike and picked up Harry from the crib, careful not to wake him, and wrapped his blanket around him. He rushed down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of a shellshock Sirius Black, staring tearfully at the body of his best friend. Snape was many things, but he was not foolish. Saying anything to the distraught man would only serve to get himself killed or Harry harmed in a barrage of insanity. Suddenly the man spoke.

"Lily…" he said, as if asking for a confirmation to what he already knew.

"She's dead Black," Severus lied so smoothly that it was like it was the actual truth, "You're too late to save them."

Severus seriously doubted of Black even realized that he was holding his godson in his arms as the man cried out in agony. When Severus confirmed Lily's death, Black had obviously jumped to the assumption that Harry was dead as well. After all, the man hadn't even look at him once.

"Black, Shush!" Severus exclaimed in a whisper.

Black looked up murderously at him before he realized that he was holding Harry in his arms.

"Is he –" said Black hoarsely. Severus need not responed as Harry stirred slightly in his blanket. He fully expected Black to take the child from his arms but he did the opposite. His eyes became like steel and he didn't even reach out to the child.

"Take my bike, Snape, and get Harry to Dumbledore," he said, his voice dropping dangerously, "I have a rat to kill."

"Black, I've no need of your bike." Severus replied flatly, but stopped himself from saying more. Black nodded without looking at him and made for the door. Despite himself, Severus found him self calling out to Black.

"Black,"

Black spun to face him and locked eyes with him.

"Don't do anything that you'll regret."

Black nodded, but said nothing and walked the rest of the way out the door leaving Severus, who he trusted less than anyone at one point, to his mission.

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Author's Notes:

Hey reading people. I Know that you all noticed how I not only abandoned my previous stories, but completely deleted them. I also know that I peeved some of you off a bit. But I have a reason for everything that I do. And here's the reason: I grew bored. I was simply very bored with those stories. First of all, they were not realistic. They were also very juvenile and were not well put together.

They were mostly composed of stray and, often, broken ideas. I felt no need to complete them. However I plan to finish this one. I do require the assistance of my readers, however. I need you guys to push me to finish this thing. I often try to do more than I'm capable of. REVIEW! That is a really big thing for me. Sometimes I get writer's block and simply need a fresh idea from a reader. This is actually a better put together version of yet another story that I started, but found no reason to continue. Expect another chapter out of me this week. Oh, and people, I accept FLAMES, too. It's still a review. But please give constructive criticism. If my story sucks in you opinion, then tell me why and offer a solution.

Here's the translation for the Fae Protection spell that Lily said:

"My heart sings to thee Love of my life, Harry James Potter! Ancient Ones Hold onto this Precious One for me. Bless Protection, Arch Protection, Magic Reflection of My Foe, Burning Hands against my Foe, Dispel magic of My Foe. Protect Ours."

Both the Elvin Spell and the translation were from this site:

basically put together different words to make the spell and I pledge no affiliation to the site and am simply borrowing their information.

Lily's song was derived from Lord of the rings and is called "Into the West". I got the lyrics from this site: Also I got Lily's name translation into Elvish from the same site.

That's all for now.

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