Lily Potter sighed and pushed her gray streaked auburn hair out of her eyes
and looked at her two children sitting so innocently at the kitchen table
in a house in Muggle America. Two bright coppery heads, exactly the same
shade as hers were bent over a piece of parchment in a very sinister
manner, which was very reminiscent of the famous marauders. Those two, she
thought reminded her so much of her husband and his best friend Sirius and
their days at Hogwarts where so often in the evening two dark heads could
be seen in the cozy warmth of the Gryffindor Common Room, bent over the
details for the latest prank or adventure. She grinned, remembering some of
their more famous pranks that put the four boys into Hogwarts legend;
turning McGongall's office pink for Merlin's sake. Lily didn't know how she
survived the last sixteen years with her two children and husband, who more
often than not egged the two on. Her two children both born a minute apart
from one another were taught everything the children of a marauder must
know; the way to lie or charm oneself out of any situation, how to prank
with the best of them and how to be fearless in the face of danger and
death or she thought detention. As much as she loved her husband she was
glad in a way that her two pranksters never got the chance to out do their
father's record for the most detentions in the school's history. James
managed to beat Sirius by three. Sirius was so angry that James managed to
beat that he tried his hardest to get a week's worth of detention by doing
everything possible; insulting McGongall, hexing Snape into the next week
and humiliating the Slytherins in every way possible. It was so funny to
see Sirius on his knees begging for a detention while McGongall looked at
him and tried to suppress the smile that was beginning to form while she
regretfully told him that the term had officially ended, that she wouldn't
give him a detention just for old times sake and would he get up from his
knees and stop looking like she just killed his pet hamster.
A shadow passed over her face. There was one child of the famous marauders who never was taught how to prank and get out of mischief by his father, one child that never was taught how to smile that charming smile that her husband and in turn children seem to employ on her and make her laugh even if she was in the foulest of moods. That child was Harry. Harry her first- born. Born when she was only nineteen and her husband twenty, born in a time, which was wrapped firmly in despair and terror. Her first born, which she had to leave behind to protect the rest of her family; the two unborn children in her womb. She made the ultimate sacrifice and never heard of her child again. She remembered the morning they both left, the cold gray morning where she kissed her baby goodbye. Lily remembered the Halloween decorations that had yet to be put up. She hoped Sirius had put them up when October had truly started. She had missed so much; his first steps, first proper sentence, first day of school, so much. She looked again at those two redheads and smiled slightly, she knew she had done the right thing and that Harry was perfectly happy with his godfather and godmother. She might not have been able to give him a real mother but she ensured his safety the night she and James 'died'. Hopefully the war was over and her son would have been able to grow up in peace and happiness like her two other children had.
Two arms snaked around her waist. A face buried itself in the nape of her neck and breathed deeply. After almost eighteen years of marriage she still loved her husband as deeply as she did the day she married him. He knew that she needed a hug; there was no need for words between them; they understood each other. Her daughter looked up and saw her parents. She smiled and nudged her brother, they both stood up simultaneously and enveloped her and James in a hug. They stood like that for a while; the four Potter's wrapped in happiness. A perfect happy family. Lily knew that he family was safe from harm and she hoped to God that Harry was too.
Meanwhile somewhere in England.
Harry Potter stood up; green eyes sparkling with determination blasted his way out of the ring of death eaters that had surrounded him and had started chanting and glowing. Harry hadn't the faintest idea of what they were doing but he didn't want any part of it. He managed to blast his way over to his friend and fellow auror Neville Longbottom who was dueling two death eaters at once. Harry shot a stunner at one of the death eaters while Neville finished off the other. "We have to get out of here and regroup!`" Harry shouted over the hum of battle. Neville nodded but indicated the ten or so death eaters that surrounded five of their unit. He seemed to say 'well how in God's name do you propose doing that?' Harry's forehead furrowed as if deep in thought while his eyes and hands still kept aiming curses left, right and center. Just as he was about to give the order to activate the emergency Portkeys a huge explosion occurred and about twenty "pop" were heard. Standing around the death eaters and his squad was about twenty of his fellow aurors, headed by Mad Eye Moody. Immediately the ten death eaters surrendered. Mad Eye limped his way over to Harry who simply panted, "about time you got here' Mad Eye looked at him and growled, "better late then never Potter, better late than never"
Thirty minutes later, after being patched up by the bustling medi-witch which sounded a lot like Madam Pomfrey, Harry looked over the remains of the battlefield which once had been a very busy street in a town just out of London. They had been very lucky that there had been no casualties, no more deaths he had to report. Clunk, Clunk. Harry looked up, wand at the ready, and saw a weary Moody. "Potter," He growled, " you were damn lucky that there wasn't any deaths." He continued on as if he hadn't seen Harry's start of protest. "Go home, spend some time with Weasley and his wife, you look like crap, not the savior of the wizarding world" With a quick salute and loud pop Moody disapparated.
Harry supposed he better go home and have a shower, running his hand along his jaw he could feel stubble, blood and grime of the battle. His hair which he hadn't cut or brushed in the three weeks was long and tied back with a leather tie. He yawned and stretched his six foot frame and rubbed his eyes tiredly. His glasses had been the first things to go when he entered auror training at the age of sixteen and a half- way through his sixth year. The war had really started in his sixth year with muggle massacres and Voldemort regaining the power which he once had almost two decades ago. Many of Harry's friends and members of the DA joined the fight, some went to the Ministry like Ron and Hermonie, some went to the Medical service such as Ginny and others like Harry went to the Aurors.
At the moment the Order and side of light was loosing ground steadily. The war had lost many of the original Order Members in the early days and now the Order, still lead by Dumbledore, was filled with people from Harry's generation. Harry sighed so much death and suffering people have lost hope, the Order needed something or someone to raise the spirits of the army. He, the savior of the wizarding world could only do so much. They needed a miracle and they needed it soon.
A shadow passed over her face. There was one child of the famous marauders who never was taught how to prank and get out of mischief by his father, one child that never was taught how to smile that charming smile that her husband and in turn children seem to employ on her and make her laugh even if she was in the foulest of moods. That child was Harry. Harry her first- born. Born when she was only nineteen and her husband twenty, born in a time, which was wrapped firmly in despair and terror. Her first born, which she had to leave behind to protect the rest of her family; the two unborn children in her womb. She made the ultimate sacrifice and never heard of her child again. She remembered the morning they both left, the cold gray morning where she kissed her baby goodbye. Lily remembered the Halloween decorations that had yet to be put up. She hoped Sirius had put them up when October had truly started. She had missed so much; his first steps, first proper sentence, first day of school, so much. She looked again at those two redheads and smiled slightly, she knew she had done the right thing and that Harry was perfectly happy with his godfather and godmother. She might not have been able to give him a real mother but she ensured his safety the night she and James 'died'. Hopefully the war was over and her son would have been able to grow up in peace and happiness like her two other children had.
Two arms snaked around her waist. A face buried itself in the nape of her neck and breathed deeply. After almost eighteen years of marriage she still loved her husband as deeply as she did the day she married him. He knew that she needed a hug; there was no need for words between them; they understood each other. Her daughter looked up and saw her parents. She smiled and nudged her brother, they both stood up simultaneously and enveloped her and James in a hug. They stood like that for a while; the four Potter's wrapped in happiness. A perfect happy family. Lily knew that he family was safe from harm and she hoped to God that Harry was too.
Meanwhile somewhere in England.
Harry Potter stood up; green eyes sparkling with determination blasted his way out of the ring of death eaters that had surrounded him and had started chanting and glowing. Harry hadn't the faintest idea of what they were doing but he didn't want any part of it. He managed to blast his way over to his friend and fellow auror Neville Longbottom who was dueling two death eaters at once. Harry shot a stunner at one of the death eaters while Neville finished off the other. "We have to get out of here and regroup!`" Harry shouted over the hum of battle. Neville nodded but indicated the ten or so death eaters that surrounded five of their unit. He seemed to say 'well how in God's name do you propose doing that?' Harry's forehead furrowed as if deep in thought while his eyes and hands still kept aiming curses left, right and center. Just as he was about to give the order to activate the emergency Portkeys a huge explosion occurred and about twenty "pop" were heard. Standing around the death eaters and his squad was about twenty of his fellow aurors, headed by Mad Eye Moody. Immediately the ten death eaters surrendered. Mad Eye limped his way over to Harry who simply panted, "about time you got here' Mad Eye looked at him and growled, "better late then never Potter, better late than never"
Thirty minutes later, after being patched up by the bustling medi-witch which sounded a lot like Madam Pomfrey, Harry looked over the remains of the battlefield which once had been a very busy street in a town just out of London. They had been very lucky that there had been no casualties, no more deaths he had to report. Clunk, Clunk. Harry looked up, wand at the ready, and saw a weary Moody. "Potter," He growled, " you were damn lucky that there wasn't any deaths." He continued on as if he hadn't seen Harry's start of protest. "Go home, spend some time with Weasley and his wife, you look like crap, not the savior of the wizarding world" With a quick salute and loud pop Moody disapparated.
Harry supposed he better go home and have a shower, running his hand along his jaw he could feel stubble, blood and grime of the battle. His hair which he hadn't cut or brushed in the three weeks was long and tied back with a leather tie. He yawned and stretched his six foot frame and rubbed his eyes tiredly. His glasses had been the first things to go when he entered auror training at the age of sixteen and a half- way through his sixth year. The war had really started in his sixth year with muggle massacres and Voldemort regaining the power which he once had almost two decades ago. Many of Harry's friends and members of the DA joined the fight, some went to the Ministry like Ron and Hermonie, some went to the Medical service such as Ginny and others like Harry went to the Aurors.
At the moment the Order and side of light was loosing ground steadily. The war had lost many of the original Order Members in the early days and now the Order, still lead by Dumbledore, was filled with people from Harry's generation. Harry sighed so much death and suffering people have lost hope, the Order needed something or someone to raise the spirits of the army. He, the savior of the wizarding world could only do so much. They needed a miracle and they needed it soon.