A mother sat staring down at her child lovingly. The baby, who hadn't even
hit his first birthday gurgled and drooled. Taking the corner of his bib
the mother wiped the infants chin. The bib was embroidered with curly-cues
and hearts. The name HARRY was written across the center in permanent
marker. Harry's green eyes were focused on his mothers, his mothers on his.
Harry's eyes only showed curiosity and fun, as all babies should. His
mothers were a different story. The make up was not there as it normally
was. But that was not what was odd. It was behind the prominent love they
read scared, nervous and traces of hope. At each squeak of the floor she
flinched. She new, Lily knew what was behind her making the floorboards
shift. She would not speak his name but she thought it in horror.
Voldemort. She shuddered again just thinking it. Her thoughts were
scrambled, James come home, come help. Save Harry. No! Stay away...Save
yourself! Help Harry... Help Harry...
Whatever thought she may have settled one she would have never known. For right then 2 things happened. Voldemort placed his hand on Lily's shoulder and said, "Give in, you know what I want. I want-" But then James, her husband, flew through the door, panting from exhaustion.
"SAVE HARRY!!!" She said, still not facing the man thing that was touching her. She knew not what James was doing because just then she turned to face It, the bravest, most courageous thing she could have done.
"Not Harry," Lily said defiantly. Suddenly James was behind her, unbuckling Harry from his highchair. As quick as lightning he had Harry out and heading toward the door. But he missed a beat. Suddenly someone who had been one of his best friends was standing right beside him. This meant even less hope. It wasn't that Wormtail was clumsy, or over excitable. It was that feelings of hatred had not been publicized yet. Maybe if James hadn't wasted a moment trying to kill Wormtail with his glare things could have been different. But in that split second he wasted, Voldemort had swept away from Lily and was now pointing is want tip in James face.
"Drop the boy," said an evil, haunting voice.
"NEVER!" Yelled James. So it happened. James did not drop Harry but dropped himself, dead to the floor.
For fear of the babies life who was still huddled in her husbands breast, she ran in between the enemy and Harry.
""Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl...stand aside now..."
"Not Harry, please no. Take me, kill me instead. Have mercy... please have mercy..."'
Voldemort pushed her aside. Wormtail stood in the corner calling out encouragement like he was at a football game... not a murder.
Pointing his wand at Harry Forehead he said, "Avada Kedvara," and like that she extinguished. This was not what was meant to happen. For Voldemort had intended to kill a infant boy with that curse. But last minute his mother sacrificed herself for him. It made no difference to Voldemort though. Now it was just him and the baby... oh and the overzealous coot in the corner. He had said it once... he had said it a thousand times. And now he said it again. "Avada Kedvara," This, for the second time that night, did not have the desired effect. It left a mark on baby Harry, but nothing more than a cut, the shape of a lightning bolt... that would sometime turn into a famous scare. But what was even more shocking was the pain inflected on himself. "HUH?" was the last thing he mumbled before fleeing the house with shocked Wormtail after him.
Whatever thought she may have settled one she would have never known. For right then 2 things happened. Voldemort placed his hand on Lily's shoulder and said, "Give in, you know what I want. I want-" But then James, her husband, flew through the door, panting from exhaustion.
"SAVE HARRY!!!" She said, still not facing the man thing that was touching her. She knew not what James was doing because just then she turned to face It, the bravest, most courageous thing she could have done.
"Not Harry," Lily said defiantly. Suddenly James was behind her, unbuckling Harry from his highchair. As quick as lightning he had Harry out and heading toward the door. But he missed a beat. Suddenly someone who had been one of his best friends was standing right beside him. This meant even less hope. It wasn't that Wormtail was clumsy, or over excitable. It was that feelings of hatred had not been publicized yet. Maybe if James hadn't wasted a moment trying to kill Wormtail with his glare things could have been different. But in that split second he wasted, Voldemort had swept away from Lily and was now pointing is want tip in James face.
"Drop the boy," said an evil, haunting voice.
"NEVER!" Yelled James. So it happened. James did not drop Harry but dropped himself, dead to the floor.
For fear of the babies life who was still huddled in her husbands breast, she ran in between the enemy and Harry.
""Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl...stand aside now..."
"Not Harry, please no. Take me, kill me instead. Have mercy... please have mercy..."'
Voldemort pushed her aside. Wormtail stood in the corner calling out encouragement like he was at a football game... not a murder.
Pointing his wand at Harry Forehead he said, "Avada Kedvara," and like that she extinguished. This was not what was meant to happen. For Voldemort had intended to kill a infant boy with that curse. But last minute his mother sacrificed herself for him. It made no difference to Voldemort though. Now it was just him and the baby... oh and the overzealous coot in the corner. He had said it once... he had said it a thousand times. And now he said it again. "Avada Kedvara," This, for the second time that night, did not have the desired effect. It left a mark on baby Harry, but nothing more than a cut, the shape of a lightning bolt... that would sometime turn into a famous scare. But what was even more shocking was the pain inflected on himself. "HUH?" was the last thing he mumbled before fleeing the house with shocked Wormtail after him.