Lilly picked up her son, Harry, from his crib. He looked exactly like his father, but he had her hair, and eyes. He was a year old, and already in danger. She knew the prophacy Sibble Trillonnie had made was about him, and alice's son, Nevel. She knew that soon, the dark lord would come and kill one of there boys.
"Lilly!" her husband called from downstairs. His voice was smooth, but she still heard the urgency in it. He was being summoned again.
Her husband was Severus Snape, a death eater, one of the followers of the dark lord. He didn't really believe in him, so Albus Dumbledore used him as a spy for the Order of The Phoenix Severus was her second husband. James had been killed in an attack on a quiditch match, over three years ago.
She scoopped up one year old Harry, her and Severus's only child. He was a small boy, with a small tuft of black hair. His eyes were green, but he had Severus's nose. Harry was a perfect mix of his mother and father.
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Severus felt the deep burning sensation in his left forearm. The dark mark was burning black, and the coordinates and a small picture of the location he was supposed to report to appeared in ink just under it. He hated these days, the days when the dark lord called. He hated the fact that he was too week to resist the call, as Lucious Malfoy had learned how to do.
Malfoy had been the first to leave the ranks. Voldemort hadn't fully realized it, but he had been steadily losing followers. He had only believed that the spell on his mark was wearing off, but in truth, his followers had realized he was a half blood, and had begun to leave. Severus was one of them. He was working with Albus to find a way to remove the mark completely. He knew it would endanger the lives of Lilly and his son, but what other choice did he have?
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Molly Weasley put downher knitting as she heardthe cries of her youngest son, Ronald. She ran up to his atic room, and sat by his side onhis cott to calm him. For the last thre nights, she could tell he had been having nightmares. She was growing worried about him with each day that passed. He was over a year old, and still hadn't said a word, and his cries were becoming weaker and weaker. "Ssssh child, it will all be ok. It's not real, and tomorrow I will take you to see healer Tonks. He'll make you better. Don't worry my precious," She cooed to him.
When he finally calmed, she left him and went down to collect her knitting and move it to a safe place for the night.
Putting the lights out with her wand, she headed up to bed, where her husband Arthur was.
"Is he ok?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes, but i'm getting worried about him. This is the third night, and he bearly madea sound today. I'm taking him to healer Tonks tomorrow."
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a/n: short, i know, but this is my first fic. I promise more will come soon. Please review.