A few years later, Lily could not be happier. She was married to James Potter. Lily pleasantly remembered that memory as she sat back on the couch in their home of Godric's Hollow....
Lily had the best time of her life. James looked incredibly handsome in his smart black suit instead of his usual bottle green robes. James' best friend, Sirius Black, was best man. If James didn't exist, Lily thought, I'd have gone after Sirius. She giggled. Then she kissed James, and she didn't remember how long it took, but she enjoyed it the same. Later, on their honeymoon, the talk turned to children.
"I'd love to have a child," James said. "To carry on with things."
So Lily gave birth to a baby boy, Harry.
Now Harry is a year old. He could say a few words "Mummy" and "Daddy" are just a few. He had inherited his father's shaggy hair and his mother's green eyes. Lily stared into those eyes, and remembered what happened at her house all those years ago when Voldemort had visited. No one was hurt, but the Evans were all shaken. True, Petunia never spoke to Lily again. Lily questioned her mother about recognising Voldemort, but she always said no. As she gazes into her son's eyes, she always wondered - was she a connection to Salazar Slytherin?
James was incredibly happy with his life. He had a very beautiful and clever wife, and a bouncing baby boy. He sometimes spends time with him, on his own, carrying the child in his arms. He is a brave kid, he thought. He will be. Gryffindor is his destiny.
Now, it was known that Voldemort was after the Potters. Black was appointed as their secret keeper.
"No," he said. "I can't. Let Peter be, Voldemort won't think he would be your secret keeper."
James reluctantly agreed. The charm was performed. Little did they know....
THUD!
"What's that?!" Lily wailed.
"It's him!" James yelled. "Take Harry and go!"
"But - "
"It's alright! I'll take him on, you just take Harry and hide!"
Lily dashed into Harry's bedroom. Harry awoke, and seeing the panicked look on his mother's face, cried.
"It's okay," Lily cooed. "It will be alright."
Lily ran into the hallway and heard the last moments of her husband's life.
"Adava Kedavra!"
James fell to the ground.
"Noooooo!"
She stared at the ground, frozen with fear. She heard a noise behind her.
"Give me the boy!"
"No! Take me instead!"
"Silly girl.... GIVE ME THE BOY!"
"Never!"
"You leave me no choice!"
Lily suddenly knew what Voldemort meant all those years ago. She is facing her father. Her mother has no recollection at all anbout this event. Lily was - Slytherin's heir.
"Adava Kedavra!"
Lily saw green light, and fell to the ground, just realising her mysterious past. Harry cried beside her. Voldemort pointed his wand to the crying boy.
"This is too easy! Adava Kedavra!"
Green light shot from his wand, and rebounded from the boy. Voldemort cursed, and ran away from the murder scene, barely alive....
Lily had the best time of her life. James looked incredibly handsome in his smart black suit instead of his usual bottle green robes. James' best friend, Sirius Black, was best man. If James didn't exist, Lily thought, I'd have gone after Sirius. She giggled. Then she kissed James, and she didn't remember how long it took, but she enjoyed it the same. Later, on their honeymoon, the talk turned to children.
"I'd love to have a child," James said. "To carry on with things."
So Lily gave birth to a baby boy, Harry.
Now Harry is a year old. He could say a few words "Mummy" and "Daddy" are just a few. He had inherited his father's shaggy hair and his mother's green eyes. Lily stared into those eyes, and remembered what happened at her house all those years ago when Voldemort had visited. No one was hurt, but the Evans were all shaken. True, Petunia never spoke to Lily again. Lily questioned her mother about recognising Voldemort, but she always said no. As she gazes into her son's eyes, she always wondered - was she a connection to Salazar Slytherin?
James was incredibly happy with his life. He had a very beautiful and clever wife, and a bouncing baby boy. He sometimes spends time with him, on his own, carrying the child in his arms. He is a brave kid, he thought. He will be. Gryffindor is his destiny.
Now, it was known that Voldemort was after the Potters. Black was appointed as their secret keeper.
"No," he said. "I can't. Let Peter be, Voldemort won't think he would be your secret keeper."
James reluctantly agreed. The charm was performed. Little did they know....
THUD!
"What's that?!" Lily wailed.
"It's him!" James yelled. "Take Harry and go!"
"But - "
"It's alright! I'll take him on, you just take Harry and hide!"
Lily dashed into Harry's bedroom. Harry awoke, and seeing the panicked look on his mother's face, cried.
"It's okay," Lily cooed. "It will be alright."
Lily ran into the hallway and heard the last moments of her husband's life.
"Adava Kedavra!"
James fell to the ground.
"Noooooo!"
She stared at the ground, frozen with fear. She heard a noise behind her.
"Give me the boy!"
"No! Take me instead!"
"Silly girl.... GIVE ME THE BOY!"
"Never!"
"You leave me no choice!"
Lily suddenly knew what Voldemort meant all those years ago. She is facing her father. Her mother has no recollection at all anbout this event. Lily was - Slytherin's heir.
"Adava Kedavra!"
Lily saw green light, and fell to the ground, just realising her mysterious past. Harry cried beside her. Voldemort pointed his wand to the crying boy.
"This is too easy! Adava Kedavra!"
Green light shot from his wand, and rebounded from the boy. Voldemort cursed, and ran away from the murder scene, barely alive....
