A/N: Sorry about my last fic sucking and all, but hey I'm making up for it
now. Sorry again. PEACE!
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will. I'm done.
James Hart Potter had everything in the world. He had his wife, Lily, who was smart, funny, beautiful, and had helped him pop his head (he was having trouble getting through most doors.) He had his friends, Sirius, who was cocky, funny as hell, and was as loyal as a Labrador, and Peter was.well Peter was Peter. Peter was fidgety and somewhat spastic, but he was a friend and wasn't, wasn't like Remus. Finally there was the joy of his life, the most important thing ever, his son, Harry James Potter.
James lying, on his scarlet and gold couch, arms behind his head and legs crossed, watching the ceiling while his fairy tale life played before chocolate brown eyes.
"James?" Lily came down the spiral staircase dressed in a green nightdress that matched her eyes. "Harry's finally asleep." She smiled and sat down on the emerald chair next to the fireplace. The orange glow of the fire danced across her pale face.
His life was perfect.
Nearly perfect. Lord Voldemort was an eternal shadow over everything that they did. But that had to change; The Marauders had fallen apart at the seams, given way to The Order Of The Phoenix, short one werewolf member. Someone was on the inside telling Him and his followers what was happening. The Deatheaters were always one step ahead. Remus, it didn't seem possible, Moony? Moony was a deatheater? Remus had been persecuted his whole life Voldemort had a tendency to attract the oppressed. A smudge on the front cover of his fairy tale, but all in all life was good.
Outside the October wind blew throwing leaves and sticks into the calm cool night. The crescent moon and glittering stars shown over Godric's Hollow whispering fearfully to one another. They knew what was about to happen, and had known for so many years. A stick snapped and James sat up suddenly, uneasily, someone was coming. The air was suddenly thick and he tried to see through the wall, fear grabbed at his insides. He leapt to his feet.
"What's the matter, honey?" asked Lily rising slowly to her feet. She watched her husband with wide jade eyes. James narrowed his coffee eyes watching the large door. It couldn't be who he thought it was. No, it was going to end up being Sirius, or Moody, or even Dumbledore. He was just on edge, but telling himself that didn't stop his hand from shaking.
"Lily, get ready, just in case," he said softly. His right hand began to reach for his wand, which was sitting on the coffee table next to his cup of earl gray tea, something Sirius had always made fun of him for. He swallowed hard; James's throat was raw and red as if he had a bad cold. Its just Kingsley, or Peter, or Sirius, James kept telling himself mentally. His heart was beating so hard against his chest he thought his ribs would snap.
The door exploded and splintered in a shower of green sparks. "Lily get Harry and run! I'll try to hold him off!" James shouted surprised his voice still worked. A black robed figure stood in the doorway wand raised. Two yellow catlike eyes shined from beneath the hood and a long reptilian nose protruded from the hood, mutated and ugly. "Hello Lord Voldemort sorry about the mess, you don't really seem to mind after all you added to it." He said smirking.
The snakelike creature didn't speak but raised his wand. James couldn't even hear what Voldemort said before he was clutching his chest in pain. His whole body ached and throbbed, he gasped for air, it felt like a huge foot had crushed his lungs. James's legs failed to work and he fell curled up onto the rug. He could see Lord Voldemort smirk out of one bleary eye. He couldn't aim with the intense pain as a distraction but shot at where he assumed Voldemort was. He struck the wall beside where the door once was, and it shook and collapsed in a graphic explosion that shook the house.
Voldemort slowly crept to James's side as he raised his wand again. Another curse was aimed at James, who, with reflexes that he had earned in six years of Quidditch, rolled swiftly to the side and the ground was struck with a jet of violet light where it reverberated like an earthquake splitting the rugged floor.
"Oy that was new!" Said James, "Lily'll be very upset with you." He might have been scared but he was still himself.
James stood up and spun around, face to face with Lord Voldemort. He looked defiantly up into those split pupil eyes. This was it; he could feel the fear sweating off him no longer filling his body. He was staring death in the face and he was ready. Then in a flash of bright green light James felt a pain like nothing he had ever felt. In an instant he forgot everything. He was falling. By the time his head hit the hearth James knew no more. James Hart Potter ceased to exist on Earth.
Lily ran up the spiral staircase racing to that baby blue door at the end of the hall. It grew further and further away as she raced down the red and green carpet. There was a loud crash downstairs and their home shook as if it were caught in a storm. After about a century her hand reached the cold metallic doorknob and in a fit of panic she tore it opened.
Inside was a whole different world.
Harry lay asleep in his crib the sun and moon mobile floated unsuspended, playing a gentle lullaby. Lily walked slowly up to her son; she ran her hand through her tiny baby's dark hair. There was another crash and then the sound of feet walking leisurely up the steps. She leaned down and kissed her son's head gently. She began to whisper something under her breath, still caressing her son's hair. She gently raised her wand and a tiny trickle of pink hearts spun around the cradle. One sunk into Harry's rising and falling chest. For a moment he glowed pink like the heart before restoring to his usual color. The baby merely stirred in his sleep.
This door splintered as well. Where was James? That was an easy question to answer he was dead. She spun around to face the once man in the doorway. Her body shook as she stared into those yellow orbs.
"Stand aside," hissed Voldemort more snakelike then before.
"Please, no!" She shouted, "Not Harry please not Harry!" Tears formed in her green eyes, she knew it would come to this. Her hands shook where she clutched the cradle.
"Stand aside, you idiot!" He crossed the room nearly slithering, "Stand aside you silly girl."
"Not Harry," Lily said nearly defiant despite the fact that tears were falling down her cheeks. "Please not Harry."
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside or I'll have to kill you too." He narrowed his cat like slits. He honestly didn't want to kill her. She didn't know why. His wand was still poised. Lily stood in front of the cradle. Her whole body was shaking now.
"Not Harry please, no!" She cried tears gushing down her cheeks.
He raised his wand; he was going to do it. She stood protecting her baby. Her Harry. She wasn't going to watch him grow up, never see what kind of as man he was going to be, Whether he was going to look like James or her, what house he was going to be, or even get to meet his friends. But Harry would live, that charm would make sure of it. "Goodbye Harry," she whispered quietly. "I love you." And suddenly her whole world ended.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will. I'm done.
James Hart Potter had everything in the world. He had his wife, Lily, who was smart, funny, beautiful, and had helped him pop his head (he was having trouble getting through most doors.) He had his friends, Sirius, who was cocky, funny as hell, and was as loyal as a Labrador, and Peter was.well Peter was Peter. Peter was fidgety and somewhat spastic, but he was a friend and wasn't, wasn't like Remus. Finally there was the joy of his life, the most important thing ever, his son, Harry James Potter.
James lying, on his scarlet and gold couch, arms behind his head and legs crossed, watching the ceiling while his fairy tale life played before chocolate brown eyes.
"James?" Lily came down the spiral staircase dressed in a green nightdress that matched her eyes. "Harry's finally asleep." She smiled and sat down on the emerald chair next to the fireplace. The orange glow of the fire danced across her pale face.
His life was perfect.
Nearly perfect. Lord Voldemort was an eternal shadow over everything that they did. But that had to change; The Marauders had fallen apart at the seams, given way to The Order Of The Phoenix, short one werewolf member. Someone was on the inside telling Him and his followers what was happening. The Deatheaters were always one step ahead. Remus, it didn't seem possible, Moony? Moony was a deatheater? Remus had been persecuted his whole life Voldemort had a tendency to attract the oppressed. A smudge on the front cover of his fairy tale, but all in all life was good.
Outside the October wind blew throwing leaves and sticks into the calm cool night. The crescent moon and glittering stars shown over Godric's Hollow whispering fearfully to one another. They knew what was about to happen, and had known for so many years. A stick snapped and James sat up suddenly, uneasily, someone was coming. The air was suddenly thick and he tried to see through the wall, fear grabbed at his insides. He leapt to his feet.
"What's the matter, honey?" asked Lily rising slowly to her feet. She watched her husband with wide jade eyes. James narrowed his coffee eyes watching the large door. It couldn't be who he thought it was. No, it was going to end up being Sirius, or Moody, or even Dumbledore. He was just on edge, but telling himself that didn't stop his hand from shaking.
"Lily, get ready, just in case," he said softly. His right hand began to reach for his wand, which was sitting on the coffee table next to his cup of earl gray tea, something Sirius had always made fun of him for. He swallowed hard; James's throat was raw and red as if he had a bad cold. Its just Kingsley, or Peter, or Sirius, James kept telling himself mentally. His heart was beating so hard against his chest he thought his ribs would snap.
The door exploded and splintered in a shower of green sparks. "Lily get Harry and run! I'll try to hold him off!" James shouted surprised his voice still worked. A black robed figure stood in the doorway wand raised. Two yellow catlike eyes shined from beneath the hood and a long reptilian nose protruded from the hood, mutated and ugly. "Hello Lord Voldemort sorry about the mess, you don't really seem to mind after all you added to it." He said smirking.
The snakelike creature didn't speak but raised his wand. James couldn't even hear what Voldemort said before he was clutching his chest in pain. His whole body ached and throbbed, he gasped for air, it felt like a huge foot had crushed his lungs. James's legs failed to work and he fell curled up onto the rug. He could see Lord Voldemort smirk out of one bleary eye. He couldn't aim with the intense pain as a distraction but shot at where he assumed Voldemort was. He struck the wall beside where the door once was, and it shook and collapsed in a graphic explosion that shook the house.
Voldemort slowly crept to James's side as he raised his wand again. Another curse was aimed at James, who, with reflexes that he had earned in six years of Quidditch, rolled swiftly to the side and the ground was struck with a jet of violet light where it reverberated like an earthquake splitting the rugged floor.
"Oy that was new!" Said James, "Lily'll be very upset with you." He might have been scared but he was still himself.
James stood up and spun around, face to face with Lord Voldemort. He looked defiantly up into those split pupil eyes. This was it; he could feel the fear sweating off him no longer filling his body. He was staring death in the face and he was ready. Then in a flash of bright green light James felt a pain like nothing he had ever felt. In an instant he forgot everything. He was falling. By the time his head hit the hearth James knew no more. James Hart Potter ceased to exist on Earth.
Lily ran up the spiral staircase racing to that baby blue door at the end of the hall. It grew further and further away as she raced down the red and green carpet. There was a loud crash downstairs and their home shook as if it were caught in a storm. After about a century her hand reached the cold metallic doorknob and in a fit of panic she tore it opened.
Inside was a whole different world.
Harry lay asleep in his crib the sun and moon mobile floated unsuspended, playing a gentle lullaby. Lily walked slowly up to her son; she ran her hand through her tiny baby's dark hair. There was another crash and then the sound of feet walking leisurely up the steps. She leaned down and kissed her son's head gently. She began to whisper something under her breath, still caressing her son's hair. She gently raised her wand and a tiny trickle of pink hearts spun around the cradle. One sunk into Harry's rising and falling chest. For a moment he glowed pink like the heart before restoring to his usual color. The baby merely stirred in his sleep.
This door splintered as well. Where was James? That was an easy question to answer he was dead. She spun around to face the once man in the doorway. Her body shook as she stared into those yellow orbs.
"Stand aside," hissed Voldemort more snakelike then before.
"Please, no!" She shouted, "Not Harry please not Harry!" Tears formed in her green eyes, she knew it would come to this. Her hands shook where she clutched the cradle.
"Stand aside, you idiot!" He crossed the room nearly slithering, "Stand aside you silly girl."
"Not Harry," Lily said nearly defiant despite the fact that tears were falling down her cheeks. "Please not Harry."
"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside or I'll have to kill you too." He narrowed his cat like slits. He honestly didn't want to kill her. She didn't know why. His wand was still poised. Lily stood in front of the cradle. Her whole body was shaking now.
"Not Harry please, no!" She cried tears gushing down her cheeks.
He raised his wand; he was going to do it. She stood protecting her baby. Her Harry. She wasn't going to watch him grow up, never see what kind of as man he was going to be, Whether he was going to look like James or her, what house he was going to be, or even get to meet his friends. But Harry would live, that charm would make sure of it. "Goodbye Harry," she whispered quietly. "I love you." And suddenly her whole world ended.