A/N- Hey. I lost all my files to my story Pain Lost, Life Regained so that is officially abandoned. Then, today, I had an idea for a new story. Hope you like it and please review.
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Bombs Away
Chapter 1- Mishap at the Burrow
It was October 31st: Halloween. The Potter family had just come home from trick-or-treating. Lily Potter, who was a beautiful and intelligent woman with auburn hair and emerald green eyes, was holding her year old baby, Harry Potter. James, who was fun-loving and mischievous with messy black hair and glasses, was right by her side, holding the bits of candy they received in a small bag. Harry looked just like him, but he had Lily's glittering green eyes. Somehow, Lily had talked James into being a clown for Halloween. She was a witch ("How ironic," James thought) and Harry was a pumpkin. It was seven o'clock when they arrived home in Godric's Hollow.
Once they entered the house, Lily put Harry on the floor to play. She and James had to get ready for the Halloween party that Sirius was throwing. Harry was going to go to the Weasley's house for the rest of the night. Albus Dumbledore did not like this plan, but James wouldn't hear it. Albus resigned from the argument, and set up wards all over the Weasley's Burrow. Harry's safety was most important right now.
"Are you sure everything's going to be alright," questioned Lily. She was iffy about going out, just like Albus had been.
"I am positive. Plus, if anything goes wrong, a message will be sent straight to us, and we can take our portkey to the Burrow," reassured James. He really wanted to relax and have fun for one night. The Potter Family has been in hiding from Voldemort for several months. Ever since Harry was born actually, and James just needed to see some familiar faces.
Lily smiled. Then she looked at Harry. He would have fun at the Weasley's. After convincing herself, she grabbed her handbag and walked out the door. James grabbed Harry and followed her out. They walked through all the wards, and then apparated to the Burrow.
Molly Weasley was waiting at the back door. Harry was going to play with her sons, and his parents would pick him up in the morning. She was afraid of having him in her house; after all, the most threatening wizard in the world was after him.
Knock Knock Molly answered the door right away. Lily and James entered, and Molly took Harry into her arms. "He's Adorable," she thought to herself. Lily handed her the baby bag, and gave her a couple pieces of advice. Molly didn't really listen and caught herself admiring how calm little Harry was.
"Okay, make sure you two have a good time now. See you tomorrow," Molly replied once Lily had stopped talking. Lily and James turned to the door, said goodbye, and were off.
Molly then brought Harry into the small living room. There, her little boy Ron was playing with his stuffed teddy bear. Her two older twins were on the opposite side of the room, playing with the toy blocks. She placed Harry down next to Ron, and walked into the kitchen. All of a sudden, her unique clock that shows where her family is, changed. Mr. Weasley was on his way home from work. Five minutes later, someone knocked on the door again. Molly answered it, and her husband entered quickly.
"Hey Molly, I'm so sorry dear, but I have to go back to work. I only came to check in on you. Did the Potters drop Harry off?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Yes, but why do you have to go back to work Arthur?" Molly replied.
"Lucius Malfoy had the Minister make everyone work overtime. The little people like me, that is. He said we should be there on Halloween, just in case. Anyway, I got to go! Bye," Arthur said, then kissed his wife on the cheek, and walked out the door.
Molly didn't like the fact that she was going to be alone for a couple more hours. She soon realized it was almost nine, and the children had to be put to bed. She gathered Harry and Ron up and brought them up to the top floor. It was not easy for a very pregnant woman. She tucked them in, and then went downstairs to get her other five boys to bed.
Time continued to fly by. One, Two, Three, Four, Five hours had passed. It was now two o'clock. Molly had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Arthur still wasn't home, and the children were sound asleep. No one had known a dark figure was walking down the road. The dark figure was cloaked and he had a wand wrapped in his pale hands. Slowly he sauntered down the road. He was in no rush. He had a task to complete, but he had about three hours to complete it. Anyway, if things went the way he expected it to, it would only take a mere fifteen minutes. He was dealing with a worthless child, and pathetic blood traitors. What could go wrong?
He stopped at the door. The only thing he had on his mind was Harry Potter. BAM!! The door was now blasted up. Molly was on her feet right away!
"Molly Weasley, step aside and let me do what I got to do. If you let me be, I'll think about sparing you and your children," said Voldemort calmly.
"I WON"T LET YOU! YOU WON'T GET NEAR ANY OF THE CHILDREN!" screamed Molly. Voldemort let out a hideous chuckle. A green light hit Molly right it the chest, and she hit the ground. Voldemort put his wand in his robes, and stepped over the lifeless body. He went upstairs to the top floor. There was Harry Potter, sitting in a crib, wide awake as if he was waiting.
"I'm going to kill you know, little Potter. Nothing personal, you know, I just can't you live on. It's a prophecy thing. Good Bye Harry!" exclaimed the Dark Lord, "Avada Kedavra!!!"
A light shot at Harry! The same one that Molly got hit by. This was the end of Harry Potter. The green light hit Harry's forehead…but Harry did not become motionless. The spell that hit harry rebounded off him and hit the man in front of him. Voldemort was ripped from his body. His soul was all that remained. It floated around the room for a while, and then escaped through the window. Harry and Ron were crying. Other than that, the house was silent. Ron was crying in fright, but Harry on the other hand was scarred: emotionally, and physically. Twenty minutes went by, but it seemed like hours. The two children fell asleep from crying.
It was now 2:45 AM. Arthur was on his way home. As he got closer he saw that the door was missing. He knew something must have been wrong. He bolted through the entryway and saw a figure on the floor. It was Molly. Voldemort was here. What if Harry was hurt? What if his children had taken on the same fate as Molly?
All of a sudden, two people appeared next to him. It was Lily and James. None of the three spoke a word, and all of them were silently crying. Quickly, they made their way to the top floor. They knew it was impossible for all the children to still be alive, especially Harry. They opened the door, and it was silent. Arthur ran to Ron and realized he was still breathing. He picked Ron up and cried into his son's tiny shoulder. He immediately left to check on the rest of the children. James and Lily couldn't look. Harry couldn't have made it. How would it be possible?
Lily wept harder. James picked up the chair and threw it on the other side on the room in frustrating. He screamed and Lily just grabbed a hold of him, and cried into his chest. James wrapped his arms around her. Then he heard a babies cry.
"HARRY'S ALIVE!" James screamed even louder. He ran to the crib and picked Harry up. He kissed Harry's forehead, but felt blood on his lips. A lightning bolt cut was shining in the moonlight. Ruby red blood was drizzling down to his nose. Lily ran to Harry realized the cut too. She didn't say anything though; she was too happy! Her son had survived the killing curse. The cut was just a stupid little mark. The fact that her son was still alive was the main thing.
They left the Burrow immediately, forgetting about the Weasley's for that moment. They, then apparated to Hogsmeade, and there was the one and only, Albus Dumbledore. Lily and James rushed over to them. Again, not a work was spoken; they just walked to the school. All three of them, however, knew that the wizarding world was completely different in many ways…
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to the lucky Mrs. J.K Rowling.
A/N- This idea had just popped up in my head. What you think is going to happen, probably won't happen. I will have 7 stories based on this plot. The same events will occur in the book until about the 7th year. Please review if you want me to continue to write. If no one wants me to finish it, I won't!
Love and Such,
Rememba Meh x33
