A/N: Sorry, but this chapter is really, really short...but there's more to come!
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On that fateful night of Halloween, Harry Potter was hit by more than two spells. The first to save him, the last to kill him, but the second was to show him love. The spell of Sight, a spell that was created by none other than Lilly Potter herself. A spell that was to make sure Harry always knew how much his parents loved him, if they never had the chance to tell him. And in order to do that, this particular spell was worked on day and night by Lily. Sadly, it was not perfected when needed most.
Lilly was desperate, hearing Voldemort slowly climb the steps, she acted. Never before has she acted with out thinking, but this day was an exception. Lilly pointed her wand at the baby staring at her with innocent, green eyes. She chanted the first spell that would protect him, but hesitated on the next. If the spell went wrong, who knows what side effects it would have on Harry.
Voldemort was outside the door now, and Lily couldn't stop herself from throwing the spell at Harry. The odd colored spell hit him squarely in the face and at the same time, Voldemort burst through the door. Lilly, not sure if any of the spell actually worked correctly, begged for her child's life.
No mercy was given, and the night ended in a burst of sickly, green light.
...As I said, very, very short! Sorry!
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