Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in my story, except for the plot.
A/N I once wrote a story kind of like this under a different pen name, so if you remember it or something; that might be why.
Lily and James had been gone for a week now, off on very important Order work. That left Harry with Sirius, not that he complained about that. Sirius was like a father to him, seeing as Harry ended up living with him for almost half of each year. But today was no fun. Sirius had gotten in a fight with one of his "friends". He had discussed with "him" how Voldemort had found Harry's parents. Harry had no idea what this meant, or even who the man was. After all, Harry was only 3, not old enough to understand anything of importance. But even the youngest of children knew of the fear that came with Voldemort's name. But for Harry, it was more than just that. He would come to know of the terrible doings of Voldemort, seeing that he would some day be involved in them somehow…
All of the adults were talking in hushed voices. Lily and James had returned during the night, both utterly exhausted. It was a busy night for the Order. Voldemort had attacked two great wizards, The Longbottoms. Lily had witnessed the event, and was utterly disturbed by the fact that she couldn't help them. When Dumbledore arrived to Sirius's house by floo powder Lily was shaking violently.
"Everyone, please, leave the room. I must speak with Lily alone," Dumbledore ordered.
"But Sir-" James protested. Dumbledore shot him a look that made clear the he wanted to, and would, speak to Lily alone. Everyone complied with Dumbledore's order—even James—and left the room.
Dumbledore then laid Lily down on the couch, stood above her and held out his hands. He muttered a healing spell under his breath. Apparently, Lily had somehow been affected by the magic used earlier that night. Hmmm, Voldemort must have gotten stronger than everyone thought.
The next day Lily awoke on the couch. She could feel a searing pain all throughout her body. She groaned, remembering last night's events. Lily suddenly sat up, "The Longbottoms! Are they alright? Voldemort, he attacked! I couldn't help, there were too many death eaters! Twenty maybe? NO, more like fifty, at least…" Lily frowned. It was all too painful too recall, she felt like she needed to go back to bed, for at least a week…
"Lily, relax. Now, I can not assure you that the Longbottoms are alright, they died last night," Dumbledore said, in the most assuring voice one could use when talking about death. Lily gasped, a look of horror on her face.
"Died? Are you sure? Alice, dead? And her husband too?" Lily croaked, unable to believe it. She stared at Dumbledore waiting for him to tell her that he was joking. "Dead?"
"Yes, quite an unfortunate night for the Order." Dumbledore frowned. "But Lily, you must know, it was not your fault that the Longbottoms died. We did not know that Voldemort was so strong, I blame myself, not you of course."
Lily looked up, Dumbledore's eyes were shiny with tears. "Oh no! It wasn't your fault! You weren't even there." Lily trailed off, deep in thought. "Perhaps, perhaps it wasn't ours. NO, " Lily said, more certain now. "It was that bastard Voldemort's doing," Lily said, then burst into tears. At that time James had come into the room.
"Lily, oh Lily. I was so worried, you, you, you almost didn't make it," James said, and then he collapsed onto her, bawling, the hardest he ever had. Dumbledore left the room, murmuring to himself that he would leave them alone. Lily stroked James's hair. "Oh, sweetie, I would never leave you!" Lily murmured in her most soothing voice. She paused. "I love you!"
James looked up, tears still streaming down his face. "I love you too!" They both seemed somewhat contented by this fact, and they drifted to sleep, tangled around each other.
Out in the kitchen Dumbledore announced that Lily had woken up, and this news was met with loud cheers. It was the first good news the Order had received for a long time! "The Potters will need some time to recuperate. I'm not sure what spell Voldemort used yesterday, but it was the most powerful that he has used on us yet. He is close to achieving his goal, too close…" Dumbledore drifted off into thought, no one stirring. They were all too afraid that if they moved they'd break his train of thought, and when it came to Dumbledore, that would be quite the end of the world. So for a long time they just say there, staring. Staring from Dumbledore to each other. So naturally, when the door opened everyone was in complete shock. They weren't in shock because their sense of peace had been broken, but more because of who walked through the door…
A/N CLIFFHANGER! Don't you just love it when that happens, hehe. Anyway, please leave a review-anonymous or signed, I don't care. Thanks for reading!