Lily woke slowly, letting out a soft pained noise as she sat up, dazed, though she snapped to attention when she heard a soft crying sound, her head turning quickly to see her baby, led in his crib, hands grasping at the air, and she scrambled to her feet from where she'd been slumped against the bars of the crib, reaching in quickly and scooping him up, "Harry... oh Harry." and the memories flooded back, Voldemort arriving, James telling her to run, she'd heard his last stand, and she felt herself start to cry. She'd begged for mercy but Voldemort hadn't listened, and yet... she was alive and so was her precious son.
She held him tightly, pressing her face into the top of his head, the shock of dark hair, but she looked up when she heard footsteps, her eyes flicking around, looking for her wand, but she couldn't spot it.
Then the new arrival stepped into the room and Lily relaxed, a relieved look on her face, "Dumbledore, it was Voldemort I... I don't know what happened I was knocked out, is Ja-"
"He's gone Lily." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "As, I thought, you would be..."
"You thought I'd-"
"You must understand... This isn't something I want, but Lily, Harry is still in great danger, you cannot raise him yourself-"
"What do you mean? Dumbledore I can't just let someone else take my son!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice." Dumbledore pointed his wand at her, "Harry must grow up without you, for his own safety." and Lily's grip on her child tightened.
"No... no Dumbledore plea-"
"I will ensure that the boy is taken care of I swear to you Lily."
"No." she stood her head, "I said no. I am not leaving my son behind, I'll leave, go to America with him, we'll be safe there and I know a place we could stay until I sort myself out."
"Yes... yes I think America would work." Dumbledore sighed, "But you will have to go on your own.. and from the way you're acting I see that I'll have to make sure that you cannot return."
"No-" Lily let out a terrified noise before the spell hit her and all she saw was black.
When Lily woke up she was on a familiar beach, she'd been here as a child, with her parents and her sister, and then later she'd dragged her new little family here. Her husband and his brothers in all but blood, Montauk.
She sat up slowly, running her fingers through her hair as she looked around slowly, trying to force back her rising panic, she blinked in confusion when she saw that her hair was brown, a glamour of some kind, and a quick look around had her spotting a bag, next to her, and she opened it carefully, blinking when she found several faked documents, giving her a new name, there was some money too, and a note from Dumbledore, claiming that she would understand in time, and warning her that he'd bound her magic and cast several charms that would ensure that she couldn't return to England. She let out a sob, she would still try but she was well aware of how skilled Dumbledore was.
Once she'd calmed down she carefully climbed to her feet, looking around, she'd have enough money to stay in a hotel for a little while, until she sorted her life out at least. So she picked up the bag and moved quickly, heading off the beach and finding a hotel. And over the next few weeks she slowly started making plans and sorting things out, and time passed fairly quickly, she got a job and a place to stay just by the beach, and about two months in it happened. Early one morning, when she was on her walk on the beach, she saw a man emerging from the sea, with dark hair and sea green eyes, and despite herself, when the man walked up to her, she didn't turn him away, and he was kind, didn't push, and they spent the mornings talking, for a month that was all they did, until talking turned into gentle brushes of hands against eachother, and gentle brushes turned into soft kisses and then even more than that.
The man never lied to her about who he was, or how long this thing between them could last, and Lily, or Sally as she had to go by now, never lied about the fact that she was still mourning her husband, but they did care for eachother.
Their affair was cut even shorter than they'd been expecting when Sally discovered that she was pregnant, and Poseidon had given her as much information on how to raise an protect her child as he could, told her how much danger he would be in, explained about how Monsters could smell Half bloods. Which was why, after her precious boy was born, a month earlier than he'd been expected;and she couldn't quite quieten the voice in her head that whispered that his birthday was just eighteen days after her first sons, barely a year younger than his big brotherwho he'd never get to meet.
It took her a few years to find a man who stunk enough, and a few incidents that made her realise that it wouldn't be long before her sons scent was strong enough for monsters to find him, and the gods only knew what else. So she'd found Gabe Ugliano, and it had been easy enough to get his interest, to get him to marry her, though she insisted on keeping the last name Dumbledore had given her, she refused to take on another mans last name, she was still, at heart, a Potter, and she watched her youngest son grow up, never sure if it was magic he was using or his godly abilities, though she was fairly certain that the time she'd turned her back for five seconds and turned back to find him happily breathing at the bottom of the bath tub had been to do with his fathers abilities.
And while he didn't heal the hole in her heart, he did make things more bearable, and she clung to him as much as she could, dreading the day that she knew would come, the day that her son would have to leave her behind for his own safety.
