Harry Potter: And the Mothers Sacrifice
Disclaimer: I am not J.K.Rowling, I don't own or work at Bloomsbury, and as such I hold no rights over the Harry Potter stories short of the fact I own a splendid set of Harry Potter books that I enjoy reading. What I do own is a idea that I am allowing you the reader to read, I am not receiving any money or rewards from this, what I hope to gain though is a peace of mind that my idea is out of my head and somewhere it will only annoy me if I want it to, and hopefully reviews from you the reader.
WARNING: This Story will have SPOILERS for all the books, so if you haven't read all seven books please don't blame me for giving anything away. This story will be AU as you will clearly see by the end of this chapter. The rating may also go up (not a definite thing) as I do have a twisted mind and could use it. I don't have a BETA so if you have any problems with my spelling and Grammar please tell me so if I feel like it I can fix it. And if you decide you want to become my BETA give me a review saying so and I will get back to you. Last warning, this is my first story and the reason behind said fact is that I hate it when authors doesn't finish a story, and I believe I could become flaky and leave this story incomplete. If I do that I will put a notice up to tell people. Feel free to steel my idea, just tell me before or shortly after so I may read also. This will be the only long warning I put up in this story. Hope you enjoy.
Prologue
"James take Harry while I clean up" A very wet Lily Potter asked her husband as she handed her clean dry son over.
"Merlin Lily, isn't it a bit late for a swim?" James chocked out between laughs.
"Well if your son would sit still in the bath tub for just two seconds then maybe I wouldn't be so wet." She sternly exclaimed, but the smile on her face suggested, she felt differently. "Now if you don't mind I think I may need a shower and a dry set of clothes. And with that said Lily pushed her husband and son out the door in hopes for five minutes of relaxation. "Oh and no more candy James, as it is we wont get Harry to sleep before 11 at this rate." She yelled out as a last minute thought crossed her mind.
"There isn't any left any way," was heard mumbled faintly as her husband descended the stairs.
Lily laughed to herself knowing well that she had confiscated the last bowl of chocolate frogs and blood pops an hour ago, and promptly relieved herself of her soggy cloths and turned the shower head on and promptly stepped in to the warm spray of water. Just one of the little things she loved most about being a witch, no wait for the water to warm up.
Five minutes later Lily stepped out of the shower dried herself and made her way to her room, to get dressed into a set of warm dry pajamas.
As she made her way down the back stairs she could hear a little boy's laughter coming from the living room. "We'll never get him to bed at this rate James" she laughed as she made her way into the sitting room, "he's much too happy aren't you Harry?" Harry reached out giggling to his mother as his father handed him over finishing the fabulous spectacle of smoke rings.
"I think you may have been right Lily," James yawned as he threw his wand to the sofa to properly stretch his arms.
"I'm always right James. Narrow it down a bit for me." Lily asked as she sat down on the sofa with a still giggling baby in her arms.
"I think I shouldn't have given Harry that seconded bowl of sweets"
"I told you not to give him…"
BANG
The sound of the front door bursting open surprised them. But James the ever choragus Gryffindor ran to hall way to see what had made the unexpected disruption.
As she got up from the sofa thinking off all the different hexes she was going to use on Sirius for disrupting their quite evening she heard James yell out to her.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off! Just leave!" And with that she took one last look at her husband. His back straight and proud making his way properly into their hallway and closing the door behind him.
And then she fled, racing up the stairs into the nursery. Closing the door behind her cursing the fact the door didn't have a lock and feebly pushing a few boxes that had yet to be emptied and the two chairs in front of the door.
And then there he was standing in the door way, his red eyes gemming, his wand in hand ready to kill. Lily did not remember a time in her life that she had felt this scared, nor did she think she ever would again.
She backed towards Harry's crib and placed him down in it, straightened back up stretched her arms out and prepared to beg for her sons life.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…"
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"This is my last warning-"
"Not Harry! Please… have mercy… have mercy…Not Harry! Not Harry! Please- I'll do anything"
"Stand aside- stand aside, girl"
But Lily would not move aside, if she could die an infinite amount of deaths just for her son to live a second longer she would. And with that thought she stayed still pleading with the monster in front of her who at he moment was lifting its wand up to perform most likely the last act of magic she would ever see in her life, the killing curse. The curse that killed her husband, and would shortly after kill her precious baby boy, her Harry.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
No, No she could fell herself falling to the side, leaving Harry venerable. No! This monster was going to destroy her entire family and leave her to live, to suffer without them, with the knowledge she couldn't help them. And if only she could save Harry if only there was something she could do to protect her son from the monster standing above his crib, pointing his wand directly at her precious little boy who she could hear had just started to cry.
NO NOT HARRY!
And then she felt something leaving her, and she could hear the words Avada Kedavra, and the green light surrounding the room.
Screaming, she could hear something screaming, it was the worst noise she had ever heard and she imagined even a Banshee would not sound as terrible. But behind the noise of the horrible screaming was a noise that filled her with hope and joy. Crying.
A loud wailing sobbing cry that she new meant that Harry wanted his mother or father to comfort him.
And she had never been happier to hear her baby cry in that instant.
And the screaming sound was leaving, and around her she could feel and hear her home start to break.
