Disclaimer: Well, as you should all know, I don't known the Harry Potter Universe. I just thought I'd dance in it.
"James, can you take Harry please?" Lily asked her husband one afternoon in mid August. Lily Potter looked worn, her usually bright green eyes seemed dull, and the smile that always tugged at her lips had been missing for a long time.
Without argument, James took Harry from his wife's arms. "What's the matter, Lily?" James asked as he rocked Harry from side to side.
Lily looked at him, wearily. "I'm exhausted James, I just need some sleep."
James nodded and motioned for her to go upstairs and rest. Lily rose and trudged up the stairs one at a time. When Lily reached the landing, she did not go to the master bedroom, but to the library.
Once she was safely shut in the library, she went over to her desk, which was the larger of the two desks in the room, and the one nearest the window. Lily sat down, and gazed longingly out the window. She liked this house, but they would have to move to a place called Godric's Hollow tomorrow. Sirius would be their next secret keeper.
Something deep within her told her that she would be dead soon enough. Harry would be on his own soon, his parents wouldn't be there to watch him grow up. This thought broke Lily Potter. Never, in her life had she felt this defeated. The Dark Lord, that bastard Voldemort, had one.
Lily felt tears fill her eyes and she knew that she had to write her one last farewell. Her will. She penned her note carefully, with a well practiced hand, making sure to say everything she needed to, everything she wanted to.
She wrote to her son, her Harry. The letter that he would read one day, but a day that was far from now. Lily Potter knew that Harry could not see her letter until the day that he went to Hogwarts, or sometime thereafter. As she wrote, she let the tears that she had held back for so long flow freely. Her letter was her catharsis, her way out of all the pain she had bottled up inside.
Time seemed to dilate, speeding up and slowing down of its own accord, until Lily noticed that the sun was setting. She had been sitting at her desk thinking for nearly four hours.
There was a knock on the library door, and Lily jumped, dropping the letter on the floor. She turned to see James, without Harry, standing in the door way. James looked worried, and when he saw her face, he rushed to her side. He pulled her to him and wiped away the last of her tears. Gently rocking her, and running a hand through her hair.
"Lily. Lovely Lily. What's the matter?" James asked softly as he held her.
Lily clung to James as though her life depended on it, and at this moment it truly did. She didn't need to cry anymore, but she needed to be loved. She was scared of what the future had in store for them.
When she could again look at James without a feeling of dread enveloping her, she broke their embrace and pulled away so that she could look James in the eyes. "We need to pack up our things, James." Lily said, rising and looking about the library as she did so. "It's a shame, I like it here."
Lily drew her wand and waved it. Immediately, the books flew of their shelves and began to float around the room, organizing themselves in boxes that they would take with them to Godric's Hollow.
As the books packed themselves, Lily turned to James, who was transfiguring the two desks into very small pieces of wood that he could change back when they reached their new home. "Where's Harry?" Lily asked.
"Asleep in his crib," James said, pocketing the desks.
Lily nodded, "I want to go and check on him." She left the room in a hurry, her letter to Harry lay forgotten on the floor.
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Albus Dumbledore was a very busy man, he spent his days fighting against the darkness that was too rapidly consuming the land. Not only did he spend his time trying to save the world, but he also ran the most prestigious magic school in the world: Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Today, though, he was trying to save the world more than he was trying to run a school. Dumbledore sat at his desk, sucking on a muggle candy known as a lemon drop. Across from him was a very disheveled looking Remus Lupin.
Lupin had arrived only moments ago, in response to the message that Dumbledore had sent him.
"Remus," Dumbledore said, his lemon drop gone, "I have a task that only you can complete. I would ask you for your help."
"Of course, Professor Dumbledore," Remus said politely.
"I would like you to go undercover with the werewolves that Voldemort has been working with. It would do us a lot of good to find out what they've been up to." Dumbledore seemed worried about giving the task to anybody, but that was only natural, a mission such as this was very dangerous.
Remus nodded, "A dangerous mission such as that, I understand, only I can go undercover with the werewolves." Remus let out a long breath. "I will do it, Dumbledore, but it must wait until my time as Lily and James's secret keeper is done. I can start tomorrow afternoon.
Dumbledore nodded, "I understand, Remus, you want to protect your friends as much as I do. Who will be the secret keeper after you?"
Lupin saw no problem in telling Dumbledore, because he spoke right away, "It is Sirius's turn to be the secret keeper."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded before saying, "Have Lily and James changed their minds about my being secret keeper?"
Lupin shook his head, "I'm afraid not, sir, they both believe they will be safer by rotating, myself, Sirius, and Peter as secret keepers."
"I'm afraid that I have to disagree, we know that there is a leak in the Order of the Phoenix, and that someone has been giving Voldemort our information." Dumbledore's old, tired, face looked very strained. It was clear that he was deeply concerned for the Potters'
"I know, Professor, its just that James feels a bond with the three of us and he feels more safe. Perhaps if you could convince him– "
Dumbledore cut him off, "no, I will not try to force myself upon them, I'm just concerned for them. Please tell them that my offer to be their secret keeper is still in effect."
"I will, Dumbledore, the next time I see them." Lupin's voice was full of sadness, for he knew that he would not be seeing his friends again soon. Until he got to be reunited with his friends, he would keep himself bust doing work for the Order.
Dumbledore stood up, walked around his desk, and grabbed a large book off of a shelf. There was no title evident on the cover, or the binding, and Lupin could only guess at what was hidden within the pages. "Remus, please, go enjoy the rest of your evening, and get some rest. You look positively dreadful."
With a nod Lupin rose and walked slowly towards the door leading out of the Headmaster's study. "I will report back to you as soon as possible."
The door opened and closed wit ha soft click. Dumbledore was alone once again, left to sit with his thoughts and then plan out the movements of the Order of the Phoenix. It was going to be a very, very long night.
Dumbledore went back to his large chair, and sat down. He placed the book on his desk and then opened it to the appropriate page. The book was filled with information that he had gathered on the movements of Lord Voldemort.
It was good that Albus Dumbledore was as brilliant as he was, else the darkness that threatened them all would have overtaken them long ago.
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Peter Pettigrew bowed before his master. "The time is nearly upon us. I will be the secret keeper in February. At that time you can go to the residence of Lily and James Potter and kill them and their pathetic son."
Lord Voldemort cackled, it was a high pitched shrill laugh; unmistakably evil. "You have done well, Wormtail. I am glad that you have come to see the truth. That there is only power. You serve your master well." He held out his hand so that Peter could kiss it.
"Oh, thank you master!" Peter squealed, raising himself up so that he could reach his master's hand and plant a soft kiss upon his knuckles.
In the service of Lord Voldemort, it was considered a high honor to kiss his feet, and an even greater one to kiss his hands. Since there was nobody that the Dark Lord called a friend, hugging was completely out of the question.
"Go, Wormtail. Play your role and report to me when you have the location of the Potters'." Voldemort laughed his shrill laugh once more.
"Yes, master," Wormtail said, his voice quavered, as if he were afraid. Voldemort either did not care, or did not notice, for he said nothing to Peter as he got to his feet and walked out of the ring of Death Eaters.
Whenever Voldemort met with his followers, all of them were in one location. The Dark Lord called these gatherings at his discretion, and everyone who bore his mark would come without pause.
He passed the hooded, cloaked figures and disapparated.
Peter Pettigrew popped back into existence in a small flat in London. What had he just done? Peter slumped to the ground. He had promised the Dark Lord that he would give away the location of his best friend. He sat on the ground trying to think of a way out of the situation. There wasn't one, and besides, this had been what he wanted, hadn't it? Yes, of course it had, there was no reason to feel guilty.
Peter got to his feet, a demented smile on his face. He had nothing at all to worry about.
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Today was the day of their move, Lily and James had everything packed, and they were awaiting Remus to take them to their new home, where they would meet up with Sirius and perform the Fidelius Charm
James had two bags, which contained nearly everything in their house. The bags had been charmed to hold a great deal of things, and then bewitched to be extremely light.
Lily was holding Harry, who was delicately wrapped in blankets, and sleeping soundly.
At exactly eleven o'clock, Remus Lupin apparated into their home, smiling, but looking very tired. It was nearly the full moon.
"Hey, Remus!" James exclaimed as he stepped towards his friend, putting one of the bags down and shaking his friends hand. "Its good to see you." James pulled his friend into a tight embrace.
"Its good to see you two as well," said Remus as the two broke apart. He took a look around the now empty house. "Do you have everything?" He asked.
"Yes," Lily said quietly so she would not wake up Harry.
"All right then, lets go." With that said, Remus moved over to the fireplace and pulled out a small bag, within was some emerald powder, that he tossed onto the fire. The flames roared and turned green. Remus stepped in and said, "Godric's Hollow."
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Author's Notes: Well, I've completed the second chapter in my story. I'm rather disappointed that I haven't recieved any reviews yet, maybe if I changed it to a Romance fic, with elements of Friendship between the four Marauders, it would be more popular. If I don't get many reviews with the next couple chapters I will consider changing it.
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