(A/N: I seem to be getting more and more in Harry Potter angst. o_O; This story takes place during the summer after The Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimer: Harry, Lily, and James Potter are property of J. K. Rowling! If they were mine, why would I waste my time with fanfiction? ^_^ I could be in the big monies!)
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The soft summer breeze blew in through Harry's open window. It was three in the morning. He'd only just fallen asleep. That's what she was waiting for.
A slight mist formed on the floor beside his bed. It wavered slightly and started to become thicker, more dense. Slowly, it took the form of a young woman. She didn't look any older than twenty-two or so. Her hair was a nice auburn and her eyes were green. (Thanks, Night Fall's Wing, for this correction!) As human as she looked, it was easy to tell this young woman was a spirit. She had a silvery aura which gave off a soft glow.
Lily Potter slowly blinked her eyes and took a look around the room. She gave a soft sigh as her eyes settled on the scrawny soon-to-be fifteen year-old in the bed.
"My baby," she said faintly, as if her voice were held in a jar. "My little Harry."
Slowly, she approached the bed. Harry, still asleep, shifted slightly beneath the covers. Lily lifted her hand and placed it on his forehead, then traced her fingers along his cheeks and down to his chin. She sat down beside Harry on the bed. It didn't move at all.
"We've been watching you, your father and I," said Lily. "You've been through so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't stay with you longer."
Harry made a small, whimpering noise. "Mum..." he murmured through his sleep.
"Shh... Things are going to get better, Harry," Lily said as she ran her fingers through his hair. "They'll get much more difficult at first, but one day things will be much easier. One day, baby, you won't have to worry."
"Cedric," Harry said in his sleep.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Why did he...why did you...die...?"
Lily's expression softened. "I didn't mean to leave you. You know I only did it to save you, Harry. You're everything to your father and I."
"Dad..."
"Only one of us could come tonight," she said quietly. "You probably think this is just a dream."
"Mm...it's...good dream..."
She smiled. "You're such a good boy, Harry. Like in your second year. What you did for that house-elf. That was so sweet of you. Harry, your father and I are so proud."
"Just a sock..."
"And in your third year when you figured out about Peter and Ron's pet rat. You're such a smart boy. Such a smart, sweet, charming boy." Lily touched his cheek, marveling at what a handsome young man he'd become. "And your Quidditch skills," she laughed. "Just like your father." Harry leaned into her touch, feeling it only slightly, as if his cheek were numb. His mother sighed. It would be morning in a few hours. It was too quickly for her. She wanted to be with her son for as long as she could. She knew that when he awoke, she'd disappear back into the after-life with her husband.
"Mum," Harry murmured sleepily. "Why...why do they die...?"
"Who, honey?"
"People...around...around me..."
"Harry," said Lily softly. "Cedric's death wasn't your fault. Neither was mine or your father's." Her eyes widened. There was a tear sliding down his cheek and into his hair. "Don't cry, Harry. I know I couldn't be before, but mummy is here right now."
"Cho...hates me...because of...of Cedric...it was my fault," Harry's voice broke.
"No, no. Harry, it wasn't. Listen, baby, you were only trying to do what you thought what was right," Lily assured him, using her thumb to wipe away an oncoming tear in his eyes. He shifted and turned. He'd wake up soon.
"Harry, I want you to know that I love you. I love you and your father loves you. We're always watching you, baby," she said.
He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want the dream to end. She couldn't leave yet.
"I love you, Harry."
His eyes opened. Harry caught a glimpse of his mother's face before she vanished into the night and the mist was pulled out the window. He stared as his eyes slowly filled with tears and he cried silently. Finally, Harry stood and walked to the window.
"I love you, mum."
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(A/N: Mmhmm. O_o)
Disclaimer: Harry, Lily, and James Potter are property of J. K. Rowling! If they were mine, why would I waste my time with fanfiction? ^_^ I could be in the big monies!)
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The soft summer breeze blew in through Harry's open window. It was three in the morning. He'd only just fallen asleep. That's what she was waiting for.
A slight mist formed on the floor beside his bed. It wavered slightly and started to become thicker, more dense. Slowly, it took the form of a young woman. She didn't look any older than twenty-two or so. Her hair was a nice auburn and her eyes were green. (Thanks, Night Fall's Wing, for this correction!) As human as she looked, it was easy to tell this young woman was a spirit. She had a silvery aura which gave off a soft glow.
Lily Potter slowly blinked her eyes and took a look around the room. She gave a soft sigh as her eyes settled on the scrawny soon-to-be fifteen year-old in the bed.
"My baby," she said faintly, as if her voice were held in a jar. "My little Harry."
Slowly, she approached the bed. Harry, still asleep, shifted slightly beneath the covers. Lily lifted her hand and placed it on his forehead, then traced her fingers along his cheeks and down to his chin. She sat down beside Harry on the bed. It didn't move at all.
"We've been watching you, your father and I," said Lily. "You've been through so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't stay with you longer."
Harry made a small, whimpering noise. "Mum..." he murmured through his sleep.
"Shh... Things are going to get better, Harry," Lily said as she ran her fingers through his hair. "They'll get much more difficult at first, but one day things will be much easier. One day, baby, you won't have to worry."
"Cedric," Harry said in his sleep.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Why did he...why did you...die...?"
Lily's expression softened. "I didn't mean to leave you. You know I only did it to save you, Harry. You're everything to your father and I."
"Dad..."
"Only one of us could come tonight," she said quietly. "You probably think this is just a dream."
"Mm...it's...good dream..."
She smiled. "You're such a good boy, Harry. Like in your second year. What you did for that house-elf. That was so sweet of you. Harry, your father and I are so proud."
"Just a sock..."
"And in your third year when you figured out about Peter and Ron's pet rat. You're such a smart boy. Such a smart, sweet, charming boy." Lily touched his cheek, marveling at what a handsome young man he'd become. "And your Quidditch skills," she laughed. "Just like your father." Harry leaned into her touch, feeling it only slightly, as if his cheek were numb. His mother sighed. It would be morning in a few hours. It was too quickly for her. She wanted to be with her son for as long as she could. She knew that when he awoke, she'd disappear back into the after-life with her husband.
"Mum," Harry murmured sleepily. "Why...why do they die...?"
"Who, honey?"
"People...around...around me..."
"Harry," said Lily softly. "Cedric's death wasn't your fault. Neither was mine or your father's." Her eyes widened. There was a tear sliding down his cheek and into his hair. "Don't cry, Harry. I know I couldn't be before, but mummy is here right now."
"Cho...hates me...because of...of Cedric...it was my fault," Harry's voice broke.
"No, no. Harry, it wasn't. Listen, baby, you were only trying to do what you thought what was right," Lily assured him, using her thumb to wipe away an oncoming tear in his eyes. He shifted and turned. He'd wake up soon.
"Harry, I want you to know that I love you. I love you and your father loves you. We're always watching you, baby," she said.
He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want the dream to end. She couldn't leave yet.
"I love you, Harry."
His eyes opened. Harry caught a glimpse of his mother's face before she vanished into the night and the mist was pulled out the window. He stared as his eyes slowly filled with tears and he cried silently. Finally, Harry stood and walked to the window.
"I love you, mum."
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(A/N: Mmhmm. O_o)