The resurrection of death
It was the end of the summer holidays, Belladonna was serving her sentence in Azkaban and Scorpius was lying in bed wondering what his life would be like now, if Lily was alive.
"I bet Voldemort is alive somewhere. It's my responsibility to do my best to bring Lily back. I promised I would help her. If only I was the Master of death. It can't be that hard to find the Hallows. Can it? If it'll bring Lily back, then I'll do it. I'll find the Hallows or die trying!
Scorpius had made his decision and there was no way that he could change his mind now.
Just one more flick of his wand and that would be it. He would be the Master of Death. One last spell passed his lips. His opponent was blasted into the air and the elderwand was his. Scorpius then looked into the eyes of his opponent and saw nothing but pain and loneliness. How many people had he hurt, just to bring Lily back out of selfishness? He couldn't stop now. He had come so far and had to continue.
He eventually reached Lily's grave, in the grounds of Hogwarts and placed the resurrection stone on her now frozen chest. He looked back and remembered how she had looked. How she had looked the night that everything changed. When the stone touched her skin, all colour came flooding back to her cheeks. Lily opened her eyes and then shut them again in pain. Her breath was heavy. Lily was in labour.
Every few minutes, a fresh wave of pain would hit her and force her to scream. Scorpius would have to get her to the hospital wing. If not something could go horribly wrong. Matron gave her many potions to ease the pain, but nothing would work. All too soon the baby was coming and she had to start pushing. It was embarrassing enough her parents being there, but James and her teachers? Lily didn't have time to worry about that though. She was having a baby and she wasn't even a teenager. Eventually, it was all over, and Lily was cradling her beautiful baby in her arms. Narcissa. Lily knew that her happiness wouldn't last, but when the headmaster came and told her that she was expelled, Lily could do nothing, but to break down into floods of tears. She had broken so many rules, but at least know she could give proper care to Narcissa.
Lily and Narcissa got the next train home, and as soon as Lily stepped through the front door, she knew she was in serious trouble. Ginny stood there with a look of disappointment on her face and Harry had his mouth gaping wide.
"How could you get yourself into this mess?" Ginny cried. "Didn't you listen to us when we talked to you about contraception, or rather I did!" As she glanced at Harry. Harry agreed.
"Your mothers right. You're still a kid yourself. How do you expect to care for a baby?"
"I could really do without all this hassle right know," screamed Lily in hysterics. "I'm already ashamed of myself and feel terrible. I'm going to put Cissa down for a nap!"
Lily ran out of the room crying and left her parents feeling sorry for her. Later that evening, Ginny and Harry went upstairs to check on Lily. Lily was sitting on her bed , smiling down at the tiny baby in her lap. They went and sat down beside Lily. Ginny took a deep breath and began to speak.
"We're really disappointed in you and you know that," she started, "but we can see that we overreacted and you've got a lot to deal with, so we forgive you. Isn't that right Harry?"
"…….Yeah………sure……….whatever………….right!"
"and we'll help you the whole time: nappy changing, feeding. All that stuff. Right Harry?"
"………Yeah…………..sure………..whatever……..right!"
The two of them then left Lily and Narcissa alone in the bedroom and went downstairs in silence.
From the window, Lily could hear a tapping noise. She pulled back the curtains, to see that hovering outside, was Lord Voldemort. He muttered 'Imperio' and Lily was in his control. But when it came to selling out her father, she just couldn't do it. In a sudden flash of light, Voldemort was gone.
Downstairs, an argument broke out. Ginny was furious.
"MAYBE, if you'd spent more time with her, then this wouldn't have happened!"
This time, it was Harry shouting, "ME spend more time with her! Excuse me , but you're the one that goes out and doesn't come back 'till late at night!"
Harry stormed out of the house and left Ginny crying into her hands.
The kitchen door swung open. Voldemort stood in the doorframe, a storm breaking out behind him. He glided over the tiles and forced Ginny's mouth open. He pulled the stopper off a bottle and tipped a sleeping potion down her throat. At once she became lifeless and Voldemort laid her on the table, leaving a bottle labelled 'poison' by her side.
Once Harry was halfway down the street, he began to feel bad and retreated back to the house, to apologise to Ginny. Instead he found Ginny's body lying on the kitchen table, a bottle of poison by her side. Harry was shocked to see his wife, so still and pale. He pulled out the sharpest of kitchen knives and pushed it squarely into his chest. There was a quick cry of pain and then he dropped down beside Ginny. No more than a moment after Harry's flesh had touched the table, Ginny opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of her husband, within reaching distance, a kitchen knife sticking out of his chest, like an arrow. Ginny knew what she should do. If she didn't have Harry, then what did she have to live for? She reached across and pulled the knife out of Harry's chest, blood dripping from the no-longer shiny stainless steel. She then plunged it into her own chest, leaving Lily and Narcissa, upstairs, oblivious to what had happened.
When Narcissa was finally asleep, Lily wandered down to the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water. What she found in the kitchen made her more frightened than she had ever been in her life. Lily let out a shrill scream, as she saw her parents dead, blood surrounding their bodies.
After the funeral, James and Albus decided to leave Hogwarts, in order to look after Lily and the baby. One night there came a knock at the door. James stood up to answer it and once he had lifted the latch, a blinding light shot him backwards to his death. Voldemort had returned and he was here to destroy the Potters, once and for all. He had taken away Lily and Albus' lives, but when he came to kill Narcissa, he vanished. Leaving the baby crying in the rubble of the burning house.
Scorpius hid the bouquet that he had bought for Lily behind his back and rang the doorbell. But when no-body responded, he broke down the door, to find Narcissa screaming beneath bits of broken glass and brick. He then saw Lily, James and Albus, lying on the floor. He didn't need to feel their pulse to realise that they were dead. Scorpius grabbed the baby and took her back to his home, before the evil that destroyed the Potters could return.
When Scorpius reached his house, he explained in full what had happened and both his parents believed that it was Voldemort that had done the damage. They resolved that there only way to protect Narcissa against Voldemort. This was to give up their magic and become muggles. Draco, Draco's wife and Scorpius, joined hands and spoke the words that would protect what they believed was the last surviving Potter from the dark forces of what was in actual fact, Harry's great-grandfather……….