Summary: What if Harry had really seen his father during the Dementor attack in third year? Why didn't he see him again with the trip with the time-turner?
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry potter!
I looked up at Hogwarts and sighed. So close and yet so far. It was on peaceful nights like these that I think on the past. On what Lily and I did to keep our son safe. We knew that there was a certain risk in switching secret keepers so we decided to make our own precautions. Simply put, Lily gave him her protection through blood and I gave it through soul.
Magic is strange. It interprets our actions instead of our words. Why do you think the Magic was stronger in Merlin's time than it is now? That would be because they used actions such as rituals and sacrifices instead of relying on words.
When I died my last thought was on my son and through my actions and thoughts Magic cursed me while giving my son the protection that he would need for the rest of his life.
Magic can be extremely cruel to some and extremely kind to others.
Standing in front of the Whomping Willow, continuing my vigil, I wonder if Magic was 'kind' or 'cruel' to me. Probably a little bit of both.
Seeing as I am neither dead or alive nor human or ghost no one can see me. I haven't been able to communicate with anyone since my death, not that I haven't tried. I would give anything to even be able to hug my son and tell him that I love him but at least I get to see him. Not that I agree with the living arrangement that were made for him. I know for sure that we wrote in our Will that he was not to go to the Dursley's in any circumstances… at least he's alive.
I startled out of my thoughts as a small orange tiger got out of the passage under the tree and touched the root. I watched on as they came out single file. I was extremely disappointed when Magic wouldn't let me follow any of the people down to the Shrieking Shack so I stayed as close as it would let me.
I looked on with a smile when I saw that they had finally captured Peter. As I watched on the smile turned into a look of disbelief. Magic couldn't be that cruel.
I couldn't watch everything as it seems that Magic had plans for me. One moment I was watching Remus and Sirius battle it out as the kids were watching as if petrified and, when I blinked my eyes, I'm at the lake side.
I crouched down near the bushes that Magic left me behind and watched. Sirius arrived first and collapsed near the edge of the lake. He must have been hurt as he was whining in his dog form and that's when it happened. I could feel the cold in the air and when I looked up I could barely believe the sight that greeted me. Dementors! Not just two or three but hundreds.
I looked on in horror as my son and his (girl)friend tried to make a patronus to drive them away. It was hopeless… and that's when Magic decided to intervene. I felt happiness like you couldn't imagine instead of the despair that I was supposed to. A wand materialized itself in my hand and I knew what I was supposed to do.
In hindsight I guess no one was supposed to see me and, unfortunately, that includes my son.
I watch my son with pride as he makes his first corporeal patronus but still feel sad that he will probably never see me again.
I think I've decided. Magic is definitely cruel.