This is a rewrite of a story i started 2 or three years ago. Hope you'll like it, constructive criticism welcome, random flames, go ahead i don't care. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: my story, 25 my characters, but the story its based on... i wish... sadly, not mine. (J.K.Rowling)
The night air crackled with sparks from the incoming storm. Lily and James leaned over the crib and smiled at the wonders they still couldn't believe were theirs. Leaning back, James sighed deeply and made to sit down on the couch when a knock came at the door. Lily instinctively stood back up and put a hand on the crib. James patted her on the shoulder, a reassuring gesture, and moved carefully towards the door.
"Who is it?" he asked tentatively. The door remained silent. "Who is it?" he tried again. The silence pounded on the door. Lily's grip on the crib tightened as she started to back away.
"Ja-," she started before being interrupted by the explosion of the door. "James!" she shrieked.
"Run Lily!" he yelled pulling himself out of the rubble.
"But-,"
"Just go! You have to sa-," A green light filled the room as death eaters started pilling in. Grabbing the crib, she ran towards the kitchen.
"Crucio!"
"AHHHH!"
"James!" she turned around, drawing attention to herself. "Oh no… oh no… oh no." Fumbling nervously with the lock on the back door, she could hear them approaching. Just as the door to the kitchen opened, a vociferous voice rang through the house. Two deafeningly echoing words:
"Avada Kedavra!"
"JAMES! NO!" she cried out falling to the ground. But the slamming of the kitchen door shot her back to reality.
"Ah, Lillian, how nice it is to see you again." Voldemort called nonchalantly, entering the room to the bows of his followers.
"You murderer!" Lily cried out tears streaming down her face.
"Such harsh words from such a fair little maiden." He cooed sarcastically, reaching towards her face.
"Don't touch me, you- you- you-,"
"Me what?"
"…bastard." She said, her face contorting in anguish turning the path of the tears streaming down her reddening cheeks.
"Temper, temper Lillian. That sort of language shouldn't be used in front of little ones." He reached slowly into the crib.
"Don't you DARE!" She growled standing shakily back up holding onto the side of the crib for support. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, a loud explosion erupted in the next room.
"The aurors! They've come!" A death eater called from the swinging kitchen door. Lily took this distraction and ran crib in hand towards the stairs.
"Don't just stand there, get her!" Just as the first Death Eater reached the top of the stairs, she slammed and locked the bedroom door. Sitting on the floor, crib by her side, Lily placed several wards on the door.
"It's okay, we'll be okay. The aurors are here, they'll save us." She cooed into the crib, stroking the hair of the now awake Harry. She picked him up and held him in her arms lulling him gently back into a peaceful sleep. The battle raging on outside was faint in the light of her wonder. But once again, the explosion of the door snapped her back to reality.
"You shouldn't have run, Lil-i-an." He said drawing out her name. She stood back up clutching Harry in her arms. The noise the open door let in caused the wailing of young Harry.
"Oh please hush Harry. Oh Harry please." She cooed nervously, rocking him back and forth. But his wailing only got louder.
"Join me Lily, join my ranks. You'll thrive in the dark empire."
"No! Never!" Harry wailed louder.
"You can't deny your dark power Lilian, join me. Be my Dark Queen. You want the power, you weren't meant to live like this."
"Stop! I'll never join you. Don't you get it Tom, never!" Harry wailed louder, now seeming almost as out of breath as his mother.
"You damned wench. Don't you see I'm doing you a favor!" He yelled in frustration.
"I don't need your dark life or damned title. I'm happier without you Tom can't you see?" Lily cried.
"Stop calling me that! You will accept my offer and live your life as my dark queen." He aimed his wand at the child crying in her arms, " Avada-,"
"NO!" Lily cried out as his wand emitted a green beam. She instinctually grabbed Harry and turned around getting the beam full force in the back. Her body fell to the ground with a deafening thud.
"Damned child! Look at what you made me do! This time I won't miss. Avada Kedavra!" This time the beam hit Harry right in the forehead. The room was silent for several seconds before a lighter beam formed right above Harry and hit Voldemort full on in the chest, sending him flying back into the door. His body melted out of his clothes leaving behind a hollow wail.
Aurors along with several members of the order burst into the room, but moments later and observed the tragic scene: mother with child both lying crumpled on the floor and a pile of what used to be Voldemort. The room stayed silent until someone noticed movement in Lily's arms.
"He's alive!" an auror cried. "He's alive!" Dumbledore made his way through the crowd and kneeled down by Lily, carefully plucking the child out of her arms. He cried out almost instantly.
"We need to get him out of here. Now." And with that, the long line of aurors and order members filed out of the room leaving the small kicking bundle, still in the crib, behind.
This is my story. My name is Halyn Lillian Potter, but I didn't always know that.
