Chapter 2: Plane Ride to Combat
October 31st 1981
The next day was a long one for Captain Evans, he got up before dawn to make his way to the airfield only to discover that the transport flight was delayed due to mechanical issues. The crew chief of the transport was able to get him on a commercial flight to Heathrow. After calling Lilly to let them know he would be late, he decided to catch a few more hours of sleep. At 1055 hours he awoke with a start, a part of him never truly left Vietnam and he still visited it in his sleep a few times a month. After checking his watch he sprinted to the converted Bowing 777 and managed to get onboard just as the ramp was closing. He strapped in and got himself as comfortable as possible for the four and a half hour flight. The flight was full of British soldiers heading home.
He arrived at Heathrow airport but ran a fowl of the security people there when they noticed he wasn't wearing a British uniform, it got even worse when they noticed he had a pistol in his pack. After explaining the situation to several security personal and being vouched for by the British major who he sat next to on the plane he was let was after seven PM local time when he arrived at his sister's house. Just in time to see someone in a robe blast the door down. "What the fuck is going on?" Matt asked himself. A second after that he remembered his training and drew his pistol. He advanced towards the door using what cover he could find. He peaked around a door just in time to see a man in a black robe yell something then a flash of red light hit the other man, who he could only assume was James Potter; was now covered in blood. The robed man advanced towards the stairs. When he started to ascend the stairs Matt entered the room pistol scanning, he approached the downed man and found a weak pulse before he could do anything for him the man pointed to the stairs and said, "Save harry" then he died.
Matt was confused but knew he had to help so he ran up the stairs, he saw a room at the end of the hall and heard what could only be Lily say, "not Harry kill me instead." That was the last straw for Matt as he ran towards the open door, he saw lights flash and entered the room when the robed man yelled 'reducto!' There was a flash of light from what appeared to be a stick in the man's hand then his beloved sisters leg was blown off in an explosion of blood and bone. Matt screamed in fury and raised his pistol, as the man turned and began to raise his stick Matt emptied the magazine, seven rounds of .45 ACP entered the man's chest, he needn't of bothered the first round blew a hole in his heart. Just then a black mist rose from the body and flew through the wall.
Matt reloaded his pistol reflexively and after making sure the room was clear checked on Lily. She was still alive but he could see from the amount of blood that was lost she wouldn't be for long. Matt quickly removed his belt to make a tournaquet and removed his BDU jacket to put pressure on the stump that was her leg. Lily said in a weak voice "hello Matt long time no see."
Matt tried to smile and said, "Hey Lily you look great."
Lily said, "I don't have long, please hand me my son." Matt stood and went over to the crib, picked up his nephew and placed him in Lily's arms. Lilly said, to her son "Harry James Potter, I love you with everything I have, I need you to be brave for me, and always remember that I am proud of you." Although it shouldn't have been possible Harry nodded his little head as though he understood. Lily turned to Matt now and said, "Please, take him, keep him safe and love him as your own. In the corner there is a box, it has books that will explain everything. Let Harry read them when he is old enough."
Matt had tears in his eyes and said "I will, I promise."
Lily looked into her sons eyes one last time and said "I love you Harry James Potter-Evans."
When the light left Lily's eyes Matt grabbed his nephew; no 'son,' he corrected himself and put him in his crib while he gathered everything he could and put it in a baby bag he found under the crib. He then grabbed his new son and the box that said 'To Harry: open before 7/31/1991' written on top. He placed him in a baby carrier that turned into a car seat then left the house, buckled Harry into the back seat and drove off. He didn't see the man with a long white beard and purple robes appear on the front yard, rush into the house.