Chapter 13

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Harry stood back and frowned. The bed-side table was shaking slightly. And then the horror materialised.

Lily stood rocking a baby Harry as she moved boxes in front of the nursery door. She was barricading them in. "Ssshh... it's all going to be alright sweet heart. Mumma won't let any harm come to you." She said.

"Avada Kedavra" You could hear a man shout.

Lily stopped moving the boxes and held Harry closer.

"James..." Tears overflowed and she cried silently.

She soon snapped out of it.

"Harry... you are so loved- so loved. Harry, mumma loves you... dada loves you. Harry, be safe... be strong" She said as she moved furniture at a faster pace.

She stopped and everything went quiet. Everyone could hear footsteps climbing up the stairs.

Every girl in the class had started crying. Harry was just staring. James was crying. He was going to watch his wife die and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Lily kissed Harry's forehead and supported his head in her hand. She was moving back in fear.

"No, no... Not my baby." She said fearfully.

"Mumma... dada" Harry called up to his mother.

Lily looked down at her son. Then she looked at the door.

"No, baby... no dada anymore. But don't be scared." She said.

The door blasted open and Lily turned around, screaming at the force as she took the blow for her son. She dropped Harry in his cot and turned to the door, standing directly in front of her son. Voldemort would have to get past the mother to get the son.

The monster entered the room.

"Not Harry! Please Not Harry!"Lily shouted.

"Stand aside, girl." Voldemort ordered.

"No! Please! Take me- kill me instead! Please, not Harry!" She pleaded

"Stand aside, stupid girl- NOW! Voldemort demanded.

"No! Have mercy! Please, not Harry!" She said.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted and a jet of green light hit Lily in the chest. She screamed and fell.

Now it was just Harry and Voldemort.

Voldemort approached the cot where the quiet baby sat. Harry looked curiously up into the face of the intruder. And then he started crying.

Voldemort wasted no time when the baby started wailing.

"Avada Kedavra." He said. The green light went straight to Harry and the image faded in and then out. This time Harry was alone in the cot, lying on his side with the lightning bolt freshly slashed across his forehead. He started crying and whimpering and slowly sat up. He reached for the bars of his cot and looked through them. The nursery was in ruins. Rubble was everywhere. It was the sight of a great battle. But the infant only had eyes for his mother. He remained silently staring.

"Mumma?" He called.

"M- Mumma...mumma." he repeated.

Then he called for the next person who the small boy was sure would help him.

"Dada! Dada!" He said louder. But still, nothing.

Then there was another sound. Footsteps; once again. But the person who entered shocked everybody; Snape.

As soon as he set his eyes on Lily he fell to the ground, his face full of heartbreak.

"L-Lily?" he croaked out and moved closer to her. Then Harry started crying out. Snape turned and looked at the cot.

"Impossible" Snape whispered. Then he stood up and reached down in the crib, picking up the small child. He held Harry at arm's length.

He made a move to leave and take Harry out of the wrecked house too, but then he seemed to be studying the boy.

"I'm sorry. You're too much like him." He said. Snape looked over to Lily and settled Harry on her chest. Snape lifted one of Lily's hands and laid it on the babies back. Then without another word, he disapperated. Harry started crying. He was alone once again. But then he looked down at his mother.

"Dada." The boy said and slipped off of his mother's chest. He started crawling over the rubble and through to the hallway, which wasn't as bad. He crawled down it and then he saw his dad. James lay in the hallway, staring up at nothing, his glasses crooked. Harry said "dada" and crawled over to his dad.

He climbed onto his dad's chest and lay on it.

"Dada dada!" He said. But, again, no response. So the baby just laid his head on his father's unmoving chest. But soon enough he started shivering. He kissed his dad's cheek and went for the nursery again. He grabbed a stuffed toy stag and crawled back to his dad. He put his toy on his dad's chest.

Then he returned to his mother and snuggled up to her side. The image was then replaced by another one.

A 5 year old Harry, who wore baggy clothes and glasses that were too big for him was standing on a stool and cooking.

A large man who resembled a walrus somewhat waddled in and Harry lowered his head. He seemed to be scared of the man.

"Where's my breakfast, boy?" The vile man thundered.

"Sorry Uncle Vernon, sir." Harry said. He was cooking bacon.

The child got off of the stool and dragged it over to another counter. He stood on it to get some toast out of the toaster and then put the toast on a plate. He then dragged his chair over to the bacon. But his Uncle stood, looking over the meat.

"You have BURNT MY BREAKFAST, you little FREAK" He spat. Harry cowered.

"I'm so- sorry, sir. Please don't-"His Uncle cut him off.

"Don't what? Don't you tell me what I can and cannot do. You are going to get what you deserve. You burnt my breakfast and I will burn you." The fat man picked up the 5 year old none too gently and grabbed the boys hand in his massive fist. He then pressed the hand against the fire in the hob. Harry screamed and thrashed.

The image changed again to a 12 year old Harry. He was running.

"Ginny!" He shouted and knelt by her side. He shook her.

"No, Ginny! Please don't be dead. Wake up! Wake up, please!" He said and put his hand over hers.

The image changed again to 14 year old Harry hiding behind a grave stone.

The class heard a crazed man shout.

"DO NOT HIDE FROM ME, HARRY POTTER! I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME WHEN I KILL YOU! I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT LEAVE YOUR EYES!"

Harry in the class room, raised his wand shakily and whispered "Horror mutatio Felicitates"

The horrible images stopped and were replaced by flashes of Harry's good memories:

Harry and Ron were laughing, Harry and Hermione smiling. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together. Ginny smiling at Harry. Harry and Sirius hugging. Harry and Remus talking. Then finally Harry, Lily and James lay together. Lily had her head on James' shoulder and baby Harry lay on his father's chest while his dad rubbed his back and his mum stroked his hair lovingly.

Then Remus muttered weakly. "Finite" and Harry fell to the floor, shaking. James caught him and held his distressed son against his chest.

Author's note: Hello! I know how excited some of you have been for this chapter! I hoped I didn't disappoint. I had the idea in the first place that I would hear all of you guys' favourite Harry horror moments and I was going to put them all together (Candy3314, thanks you for reviewing by the way, but you and I seemed to be thinking the same thing I hope you enjoyed it!). Thank you to everyone who put their idea's forward. The next chapter will be the aftermath and it should be up tonight or tomorrow! Thank you for reviewing! I have actually reached 50 reviews! YAY! Please keep on reviewing! Thanks!