A little drabble... Hope you like it!
The Day Before:
In a small house in a small town, a messy haired, bespectacled man suddenly leapt off the sofa he had been snoozing on, and yelled, looking around wildly as he did so, "Lily? Harry? Lily? HARRY! LILY! Where are you Lily? LIIILLYYYY!"
"What James?" A young woman replied, while coming down the stairs, glaring at her husband.
"Don't scare me like that!" the man-James- exclaimed laughing with relief, hugging her tightly. "Where were you, Lily? Where's Harry? "
Lily hugged him back, "James, I was just upstairs, putting Harry to bed for his afternoon nap... What's the matter?" She looked at him, bemused.
James laughed nervously, running his hands through his hair, "Nothing, nothing..."
Lily frowned at him, dragged him over to the sofa, and sat down, motioning for him to do the same. "Tell me."
"I guess I'm just... nervous," he said, shrugging. "Panicky. I- I guess I just have this weird feeling. Just... you know..." he shrugged again.
Lily glanced down at the wand he held clenched in his hand. She looked at his eyes, closed tightly behind his glasses. She gently stroked the hand that held hers in a vice-like grip. Lily saw that he looked... scared. James Potter was scared. Lily felt tears well up in her eyes. She closed them for a minute, took a deep breath, and kissed him once, softly, gently. "It's all right, James," she whispered, "we'll be fine. You and me and Harry. We'll get through this." She sounded like she was convincing herself as much as she was him. "We will get through this," she repeated.
He opened his hazel eyes, and looked into her emerald green ones. "You're right, Lils. We will." He beamed, and in an instant, became again The James Potter- auror, Quidditch genius, prankster, and marauder. His eyes twinkled as he gave her a roguish grin, before running noisily up the stairs, yelling, "Wake up Harry! Dad wants to play Quidditch with you!" As he reached the landing, and ran into his sons nursery, he was greeted by a shriek, and a "Yaah! Koukied, Koukied!"
Lily stared at him open-mouthed for a second before jumping up and running after her husband, shouting indignantly, "Hey, it took me an entire hour to get that kid to sleep! And he needs it, tomorrows Halloween!"
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The afternoon sun shone down on the small house, which could not be described as anything but peaceful. If you could see it, you would smile, sigh, and walk on, without a backward glance. You would hear delighted shrieks and childish gurgles, deep booming laughter, and suppressed giggles. For inside that house were three extremely happy people. A mother, a father, and a little boy. But in exactly 28 hours, 17 minutes, and 56 seconds, their lives would be destroyed forever. And one little green-eyed, black-haired boy, would begin his journey... his seemingly suicidal quest to end the darkness and pain that destroyed what could have been his life forever.