Authors note: A short fan fiction idea that popped in my head at two in the morning. Yeah, my brain never lets me sleep until I've written the idea down. Thanks to it, I didn't get to sleep 'til 2:34 a.m. You see what I go through for you? XD
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Harry Potter…I do own a life size cut-out of him, though! Does that count? …no? :(
The Day He Told Us
James and I were having a nice breakfast, the morning the owl came. It was from Dumbledore.
"He says he has something important to tell us," James said, unconcerned. I had frozen. What would Dumbledore need to tell us? It was a war, you can't blame for my paranoia.
"You don't think it's anything bad, do you?" I said nervously and urgently.
We apparated to the spot Dumbledore had told us to meet him. It was the evening now and was pitch black outside. I had grasped onto James hand as we walked slowly and cautiously up to the figure we assumed was Dumbledore. It was and we loosened the grip on our wands.
That's when he told us. My parents were dead. Our soon-to-be-born son was wanted dead, by Voldemort. We had to go into hiding. We needed a secret keeper. We were in danger. I cried out and grasped onto the arms of the chair I was sitting in for support.
"But, he hasn't even been born yet!" I yelled out confused and angry at the brilliant wizard (Who I was thinking was out-of-his-mind, at the moment), delivering the awful, life-changing news.
James had tried to calm, by holding onto my and whispering soothing words into my ear. It hadn't helped much, and I still felt angry and sad, but how couldn't I of? I was three months pregnant with a baby wanted by a dark and powerful wizard. One I was in an organization against. Tuney was the only family I had left. My life was falling apart.
We've made it through so far, though. I gave birth to Harry, a happy, healthy, not-so-normal child. Sirius was our secret keeper until we recently took on his suggestion and switched it to Peter. Halloween is almost here and it'll be Harry's second. He's going to be a lion! How adorable? I suppose we're doing pretty well, for a family in hiding. I mean the bad days do make the good days better, right?
