Mommy Loves Me
Ch 00
Isdh
121
July 31, 1978
Lily smiled fondly at the pile of young 'men' slumped before the Floo. The males were just home from their Stag do, too tired and drunk to even make it to bed.
Tomorrow they, Lily and James, were to say their vows.
Lily's eye flared as she wordlessly summoned James' Elf. "See them to Bed. As they were home, before the third strike of the Clock and made no use of Time Magic, they are allowed 'morning after' potions with their coffee. Let them sleep to the last minute."
"Yes Dread Mistress." the Elf snapped his fingers, taking himself and the four wizards away from Her as quickly as possible.
121
July 31, 1980
Lily Screamed in pain.
Pain was new to her...
Finally the Parasite ejected itself from her body.
A new voice was raised to tell the World it's new Dominator was Displeased.
121
Oct. 31, 1981
That Fateful Halloween Night.
James Fell to the AK.
Lily refused to step aside, and so too, was hit with the feared green light spell.
The Dread Wand turned on the babe in the Pram…
$Avada Kedavra$
The bolt of green lightning lashed out…
...It struck the Child's unblemished brow…
...The boy's Emerald Green flashed AK Green…
...Before the very air froze…
… the individual water molecules swelled…
So swollen with power they glowed mint green…
Then one 'bubble' ruptured.
The air flash burned in mint green fire…
Vaporizing Voldermolt, the roof of the cottage, and all traces of magic in a half half mile radius.
When Black, Hagrid, and Bones passed through, an hour later, they found nothing of notice…
But the Great Leader of the Light, Albus Dumbldor noticed something, when he arrived an hour after that...
Lily was Alive!
121
June 4, 1992
Under the third floor hallway…
The chains jingled as Harry was drug before the Mirror. As before, his Parents stood behind him, each with a hand on his shoulder. This time, Hermione stood at his side. The image of Harry fished a rough cut ruby from his pocket, before sliding it back. This time the Ruby, the size of an infant's fist, slid into Harry's Pocket
"What do you see?" the turbaned teacher hissed in pain.
"Two things." Harry spoke quietly, a calm spreading over him. "My Parents, standing with me, behind me, and, when needed, for me." Harry fished the stone from his pocket, softly, so as to not to be noticed… he failed. "The Other, your Death."
As he palmed the pigeon blood stone, the twisted face on the possessed professor's pate saw this sly action. "Hiss Pocketses! Check his Pocketses!" Quarrel pounced on the boy, just as his fist closed on the rock.
His core touched the Stone…
Tasted the Stone…
Ate the Stone...
The surge from the 'boy' shattered the chains, knocked the sorcerer aside, and empowered all the water molecules in the air to glow mint green.
Voldemort screamed in terror, just as the bubbles burst…
Quarrel was turned to ash, as the Shade escaped into the night. The green fire ate all loose and wild magic traces in the room, leaving only a sleeping boy, a ruby gripped in his left hand, and an old copper mirror that never worked right.
An hour later, the old man Albus found the boy sleeping peacefully, but when he tried to collect the stone, it turned to ruby-sand to and sparkled away. He collected the boy and his wand and returned them to the medical wing.
After Poppy had cast her spells, measured and poured her potions, before tucking the boy in, Albus rewove his spell net over the child's mind. Thinking all was well in his world, the oldman return to his chambers, where he was soon changed into his sleeping robes, and tucked into his goose down quilts.
121
In a Tower of Hogwarts, forgotten by the World around Her, hung a crystal coffin, inverted over a runic circle meant to bind demons for bargaining purposes. Tonight, a surge of Magic ate the runic circle away and cracked the spun stone shell. Not enough too free Her, but to allow her to dream a little...
AN: what do you think? should I get my twist on?