Lovedupzombie3

Authors Note

I do not own, or have any rights over the Harry Potter series, in any way or form. This story is just a piece of my own imagination that I wish to share with other Harry Potter fans who have there own personal twists and turns of the original Harry Potter Series.

Reviews and Criticisms welcome, as like so many others Im trying to better my own writing ability. However I will not accept people just being pure rude, I am naff at grammar you have probably gathered, I find it the most difficult thing which had quite a large effect on the length of each chapter due to how it takes me so long to write that check. I have to check each chapter about 20 times and than there is still mistakes. This chapter took a long time to write, due to you all wanting a longer one, so I hope it was worth the rate, and So I am now asking for anyone to help and be my beta, because it's the only way I can sort this : )

ANYWAY Thank you for your loveliness, I am so proud and happy with your responses and am very grateful.

Hushabye Bay

Chapter 6-The winds of night

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.

A giant of a man, with watery blue beetle eyes laid curled up in his 10 by 12 cell, the pattern of the stone floor was indented into his face, adding to the image of isolation. His clothes were shabby even after only a few days, in this lonesome prison, a constant dripping sound, splashed off the walls, occasional falling on the crinkled skin of prisoner 1987.

He rocked slowly back and forth trying to give himself a little bit of comfort in the darkness. His large frame shook as his sanity seemed to be stolen away crumb by crumb, leaving his mind like a half completed computer, sure it was turned on but that doesn't mean it was working. His mainframe of a mind chanted over and over again, until the words seemed to be burned onto the inside of his eyelids, his mouth hung slightly ajar as his lips mimicked the words that rattled around inside him. "Truth will win" He half pleaded to himself, as the coldness crept into his bones.

"Are you okay?" Questioned a small voice from an unknown source, knocking the rhythm out of tune, the giant twitched pulling himself closer. He shook his head making his mane of a hair flick side to side the edges tickled his face. "Im hearing voices now" he muttered in his rough voice, his voice sobbed as his fear crept onto his like a shadow in the dark.

"No silly, I'm behind you" The voice quaked. Making prison1987, turn slowly his body rigid with anticipation.

* * * *

A short time passed along in the wizarding world as scandal after scandal sprung onto the front of the newspapers each more ludicrous than the next. As the innocent were imprisoned and the guilty roamed free, killing and torturing.

The ministry was in chaos as the most fearsome foe of the so called light prod them, with his darkness. But in a small corner in the north of England, hope glittered through the storm clouds, as a vision of white was led through the trellises of enchanted roses.

Faces of joy, looked up at this lady each showing a perfect mask whilst there insides sneered and scowled at this so called "Vision" Each scrutinizing every breath she took, and every thread on her lie of a white dress. As the march that so many had strolled to, laced its way towards the guests ears, she began to glide up towards a bespectacled man with a mass of black hair. A smile plastered a bit to cheerfully on his face, as his insides screamed at the woman coming towards him. As she came closer to him, her eyes peaking out of the piece of netting that was draped in front of her face, his stomach lurched as déjà Vu occurred.

*FLASHBACK*

The trellises of red roses, glittered in the light a small veiled face peaked around it, as the march began to play she glided up the aisle every step she took the world surrounding her disappeared, as every one of his breaths and heart beats were focused on just her.

As she stood in line with her husband to be, she swept her veil back, locks of red spiraling hair twisted down her face, gleaming against her pale skin. A smudge of black, traced her emerald eyes filled with tears of happiness, completing the look of perfection. Her fingers laced in between the larger ones of James's sending a rush of heat from her warm hands to his cold ones. He gently ran his thumb against the back of her hand, giving her soft butterflies in her stomach. They both tilted their heads trying to take a glance at each other, catching each other they shared an innocent gaze their smiles illuminated their faces, as either knew they would never want to be anywhere else, and had truly found the place were they belonged.

*End of Flashback*

Taking a large gulp, James Potter turned towards his bride, as she lifted her veil his eyes closed imagining his vision and love of beauty but when he opened his eyes he was met with something much different. Sure they were in the same garden, it was the same priest, it was the same guests. But this wasn't his bride.

Her yellow Barbie like hair was tired tightly back in a pony tail, drawing more attention to the patchy fake bake tan that clung to her skin. Her eyes were framed with thick black eye liner making her muddy brown eyes look owl like, and over framed by her black eye brows revealing her true hair colour.

This bride was fake, this bride was not his true love, but this bride was his savior from his loneliness.

His mind jittered ignoring everything around him, once more consumed with Lily, his Lily. Once again his guilt conscience churned, disgust filled every vein in his body, eating him alive.

"James" an annoyed voice whispered bringing him back to earth, those muddy brown eyes glared into his, not like those emerald ones that had warmed his bones. "James say I do!" she commanded her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment, at being in this scandalous situation.

"I do" he chocked, his words bringing burning bile into his throat. A triumphant grin rose to his bride's lips. The audience exchanged disgust as they all wished that they had their Lily, not knowing that James wished that to.

She crashed her mango flavored lips against his cold ones, thrusting her tongue sharply into his mouth. Pulling away with a satisfied grin she turned triumphant a demon in disguise, her eyes glaring at all those friends of her new husband, who tried to stand in her way. She held her left hand close to her chest, showing off the antique heirloom once belonging to the previous misses' potter, whilst the other dragged her new husband down the aisle, once more consumed by that day dream of Lily.

"Later on"

A large fire whiskey was clasped in his hand, his seventh in fact since this "Party" had begun half an hour before. His mind swirled with images of the life that he had planned so many years before, and how it was finally happening except with the wrong woman.

His bloodshot eyes, craved the tears that he had forced back as many looks of pity were shot his way each knowing that what this man craved wasn't fire whiskey.

His vision blurred as the song that created his beautiful nightmare reached his ears.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

A cold hand clasped his, the pink nails dug into his skin pulling him onto the dance floor. "I requested our song" She hissed into his ear, full well knowing the affect. She led her husband around the dance floor making sure she was in full view of all, at all times.

Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.

James closed his eyes imagining it was his red head in his arms. Pulling her towards him, he wrapped his arm around her waist smelling in his lily. Grasping her hand she laid her head on his shoulder like she had done so many times in his dreams. He rested his chin on the top. The lullaby tune filled his senses as they followed the music.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

He spun her gently still grasping her close, feeling that soft skin of hers instead of the crispy tan.

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting

The husky voice did not compare to the one of his flower, that enchanted your senses into a slumber, but to him nothing compared to her.

Waiting to sail your worries away.

As he imagined his Lily in his arms he felt so indestructible so perfect, but not as perfect as the love they shared.

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain

He pictured her dancing down the hallway, her dress floating around her as her legs swept forward, spinning around in circles her red hair danced on its own, whilst her emerald eyes shone.

And your boat waits down by the key

The woman in his arms hair drifted under his nose giving off a smell of oranges, it tickled his nose making him wanting to sneeze, and his heart sighing as it longed for that smell her smell. His eyes shot open, racking his thoughts for the smell her smell. Tears welled in his eyes as he could no longer remember; it felt like he was loosing her all over again.

The winds of night so softly are sighing

A Pair of hazel eyes glared at the couple, his fists clenched tightly the anger bringing bile to his throat. This image so similar but completely different appalled him. Like so many others who sat watching this scene their eyes filled with tears, unshed for so long.

James released the new Mrs. Potter, not even bothering to show happiness he fled the building as quickly as his feet would let him into the snow covered outside garden. Plunking himself onto the grass he did not care of the wetness creeping up his back as he held his face in his hands.

"Proud are we?" Growled a voice from the shadows, James eyes squinted trying to match the voice with a name. As the figure stepped out the shadows, James smiled properly for the first time that night.

"Mooney" He whispered, his voice not concealing the happiness, at seeing his old friend.

"James" He replied his voice not filled with the same, joy or love.

"Im so glad you're here!" James cried ignoring the coldness his friend was giving him.

"I'm not here for you" Came the reply stopping James in his tracks.

"But it's my wedding?!" He responded thinking this was some sort of Joke.

"I'm here for Harry, not for you"

At the name of his son, James smile left his face.

"You remember the son you abandoned in Azkaban!" The wolf within roared. His hands once more clenched. His anger boiled, as a werewolf he could not have children a gift that he had always wanted always out of his grasp.

"He's fine with his mother, he's fine!" James said more to him self.

"Lily's dead" Came the response from Mooney the tears leaking out of his eyes.

James sprung to his feet, his eyes wide with shock, at that moment his heart splintered in two. Closing his eyes, his mind tried to understand Mooney's words. When he opened them he was once again completely alone, his only thought was "Where's my son"