A/N: Hi guys!
I'm soooooo sorry! It's been what, two weeks? I need to organize better my writing schedule. This is my first fanfic ever, and I got so excited about this idea that you should be expecting the next chapters soon. I got so happy that you actually read it and liked it! It means so much for me! Unfortunately, school keeps me busy during the week, but I promise that, if you're kind and send reviews, I'll do my best to publish more than one chapter for week. Also, i think that I should let you know that English is not my mother language, so corrections, or any kind of help, are more than welcome. Thank you for reading!
Lily woke up with a start. Her wide opened eyes stared at the corner of the nursery that was directly in front of her. The white rocking chair was broken on the floor, with the stuffed dog that used to be sitting on it spilling its stuffing all over the carpet. She suddenly remembered what happened in the other night. She couldn't help but started crying again. After a few minutes crying, she heared the sound of something brushing the carpet. Lily, still a bit dizzy and hes vision blurry with tears, turned her head and saw Harry, cuddling his face in his tiny hands, and emitting baby sounds. She would have focused on the cuteness of the moment, if there wasn't a scar on her son's forehead. She turned her body, so she was sitting on her heels, facing the small figure that had slept on the ground beside her. He opened his sleepy eyes, staring at his mom from the ground. He stretched one of his arms lazily, still half-sleeping. Lily quickly wiped the tears off her eyes with the back of her hand and placed carefuly one arm under Harry's ribs and other under his armpit. But before she could raise him, Harry put his small hand in her wrist. She had just realized that it had a scar on it just like Harry's.
She lifted Harry, intending to put him in a crib. There were some things that she needed to do even before breakfast. Harry's right side of the face was red and stripped from sleeping on the floor, and Lily realized that she was probably just like that. Suddenly she realized that one of the crib's legs was broken. She decided to let him on the floor just while she contacted some people. Harry struggled a bit, but after Lily's stern look, he stayed still. She was already with her hand in the stair rail when she noticed a wand lying on the floorboards next to the couch. James' wand. Next to it, she could see some pale fingertips...
Lily ran to her and James' bedroom, assured that she wouldn't be able to use the living room's fireplace. She reached for the small black box on the fireplace's borders. She opened it to find Floo Powder. She took a handful and poured it on the burning coals. Emerald green fire lit up.
"Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts."
She knelt down and put her head and felt that weird sensation, as if her facial muscles were sleeping. The emerald green glow started to clear and she saw the Headmaster's Office. It was a small circular room. The walls were covered with paintings of the previous headmasters and headmistresses. The bookshelves were crowded with all kinds of books you could imagine and the ones you can't imagine too. There was a wooden desk with delicate-looking silver instruments. Next to the desk was a cage with a beautiful red and gold phoenix. Behind the desk was a comfortable yet simple chair. Sitting there was none other but Albus Dumbledore, staring at the fireplace with his twinkling blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles, his kind smile that his long silvery beard couldn't hide. On the contrary, it seemed to increase his gentle smile. But it was clear the puzzled expression on his eyes.
"Lily! What a lovely surprise! How can I help you?" He beamed at her, standing up and getting closer to the fireplace. He lowered himself so he could have a good look at Lily's face. Noticing the serious look at her face, his expression darkened. "Has anything happened to any of you?"
Lily took a deep breath. "We were attacked last night. James..." she felt tears once more on her eyes. "He... got James. But he couldn't kill me or Harry. Magic like I'd never saw before."
"I think it's better if I come. Would you mind?"
"Not at all. But... would you mind coming through the bedroom fireplace instead on the living room one? James..." Lily couldn't finish the statement. Dumbledore nodded, he understood ever though she didn't finished her phrase.
Lily pulled her head out of the fireplace. She felt herself back at her and James' room. She stood up, and as she was about to leave, she heared Quaffle, James' owl hooting on it's cage. Lily walked toward the bird. She took one owl treat from the glass bowl on the table and handed it to the owl. She was already turning around when she had an idea. Lily took a spare piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a small note: Come here. It's urgent. Lily.
"Give it to Sirius Black." She said, attaching the parchment on the owl's leg. Quaffle hooted happily and flew by the window, disappearing in the sky.
Lily went to the nursery, where Harry was playing with his plush snitch like nothing happened. She smiled, looking at her son. It was the person she loved the most in all the world. She wouldn't let him forget James. She would tell him about his adventures as a Marauder, Sirius could help on that, how he never studied and was always on the top of the class, how he was a superb wizard and even better dad and husband. Then she stared at the scar on his forehead. It was shaped like lightning, something she thought that Harry would like when he grew up a bit more. But why on the forehead? Couldn't it be in a place like his foot, or even on the wrist, like hers? Anybody who saw him would look directly to that funny-shaped scar and wonder what is it. Again... what was it?
Lily heard the characteristic floo sound, and quickly picked Harry up and went back to her room. She was surprised to see Sirius standing there, ashes on his shoes. He wore a grim expression, probably expecting the worse. His face lit up a bit when he saw Harry, his godson.
"Harry! How are you, my big boy?" Sirius exclamed, opening his arms.
"Sirus!" Harry said stretching his arms for Sirius to pick up him. After he did so, Lily felt like crying once more. The last thing James said to Harry was call him his big boy. Sirius stopped fuzzing over Harry when he noticed tears streaming down Lily's eyes. He stepped forward and gave her a brotherly hug, 'cause after all, he was the brother that she'd never had. He started patting her back, what surprisingly wasn't awkward. It was one of the few moments when that gesture worked.
"Lily - shh, it's gonna be allright. Listen, Lily, you'll be fine," he stroked her hair. She cried even harder.
"He... he's... gone..." Lily couldn't keep that. She was breaking down. And right in front of her son. She stood up properly, wiped the tears of her eyes. She looked up and stared at Sirius, surprised to find tears on his own eyes. Who would guess that Sirius Black would cry? But still, he just lost his best mate...
"I... I..." Sirius closed his eyes and gave a deep breath. It was not common for him to stumble with words. He was the talkative guy that always had a good answer to everything, never at loss of words, always confident and constantly talking. Even if he had just lost his best mate, he needed to stay strong for Lily, his best mate's widow, and Harry, his best mate's small son, who looked just like James. And he was Sirius' godson, of course.
They heared the floo sound once more, and this time it was Dumbledore, in his midnight blue robes, his expression unreadable, but he still managed to give a little smile to Lily, Sirius and Harry.
"Lily, my dear..." He stepped closer and gave her a hug. Albus Dumbledore, even though he was probably the greatest sorcerer alive and Hogwarts' Headmaster, he was always kind and gentle, ready to comfort anyone and to be stern when he needed to. James Potter wasn't the perfect student on his Hogwart's time. He was a brilliant young wizard, even if he never studied. An superb Quidditch player and one of the bravest man Dumbledore ever met. James matured a lot somewhere between sixth and seventh year, and Albus couldn't help but think that it was mostly because of Lily, the always well-behaved student, prefect and Head Girl. The tallented auror and after the loving mother and wife. Dumbledore felt her tears sliding through his robes. He even felt tears filling his own eyes, blurrying his vision as if he wasn't wearing his glasses.
"Lily, my dear, I know it's hard, but you need to calm down." Dumbledore pulled away and put a hand on her shoulder. Lily was still sobbing, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and wipe her tears with her free-Harry hand. Sirius just looked down.
"I know the impact that this loss is having in your life, but there are other things to worry about too. No one knows what happened to Voldemort. Imperius Curses are wearing off. Dementors are going back to Azkaban."
"So..." Sirius said, running his fingers through his hair, "Voldemort's... gone?"
An excitement feeling lit Lily's face. If, after all, he was gone...
"I wouldn't say so. I don't think he was human enough to just die. But I'll have to investigate all the magical process involved on the attack last night. Lily, I know you've been through a lot-"
"I'll help you." Lily quickly said, interrupting Dumbledore. A split second after she realised what she did, covering her mouth. "Oh... I'm sorry, Dumbledore. I interrupted you..."
"That's allright." Dumbledore smiled at her."And please, call me Albus. I'm not your Headmaster anymore. But thank you, and if you don't mind, I want to see a couple of things right now."
"Oh, of course. You shall start your investigation by now."
