Me: *Walks on stage* Hi all...
Readers: *Chuck rotten vegetables at me* Booooooo
Me: I know I promised to make my next fanfic longer, but I couldn't... I did try my best...
Readers: *look unconvinced*
Me: I did!
Readers: ...
Me: Fine I'll let you read now...
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is the wonderful creator of the Harry Potter books, not me.
It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
~Kenny Chesney, Who You'd Be Today~
Tears Of Grief
Lily and James Potter. They were brave people, dying defending their son. Everybody's grief of their death was stronger than any other grief could be.
Severus Snape had sat with his head in his hands, tears dripping to the end of his hooked nose. He repented what he had done to their old friendship. The fateful day he had called Lily Potter a mudblood... "You've chosen your path, I've chosen mine", Lily had said. Severus stood up. He wanted to find Albus Dumbledore. He was ready to do what was right. Screw Lord Voldemort. After all, this is what Lily would want him to do.
Tears ran down Remus Lupin's prematurely lined face. Lily Potter and his great friend, James Potter had died, killed by Voldemort, the most feared sorcerer in the wizarding world. It was hard to think that yesterday he had been sitting on Lily and James' living room floor, playing with their now orphaned son Harry, and today he had lost whatever he had left. Remus wiped away the tears that had begun forming in his chestnut brown eyes. He hoped that he would see Harry again some time. He probably looked exactly like James. Remus found some comfort at these words. He looked up at the sky. Lily and James. A great Witch and Wizard.
Sirius Black sat in a dingy Azkaban cell, anguished tears running down his face, sadness tearing at his heart. He cursed bloody Voldemort for killing Lily and James. He cursed bloody Peter Pettigrew for betraying them. He felt pity and sadness at Remus Lupin, who now thought that he was a mass murderer and betrayer. Sirius saw dementors swooping past his cell. I have no happiness to give, he thought dully. His horrible past was locked in his heart. The future that he had made for himself would come true, he knew that it would. He was going to break out of Azkaban, hunt down Peter Pettigrew and meet his godson once more, honouring the life of Lily and James Potter. And one day, he did.
Alice and Frank Longbottom huddled together on the couch, Neville in between them. The fate of Lily and James could have been theirs. Frank looked around angrily, hugging his wife and son tightly. Lily and James Potter were good people. They didn't deserve to die. They should have lived, should have lived to see their own son grow up. Curse Voldemort, Frank thought furiously. He and Alice looked down at the little bundle of blankets that was their son, Neville. They would give anything for his safety, just like how Lily and James had died for Harry. So when the front door banged open, and Bellatrix Lestrange stepped in their house, Alice and Frank gladly gave their health and sanity to for Neville, determined to give him and all the other children of the Wizarding World a safe life.
Horace Slughorn mourned the death of two of his greatest and smartest students, the death of Lily Potter especially. She was such a brilliant and quick-witted witch, dying bravely, fighting alongside her husband, dying for the protection of their son. Such a valuable member of his Slug Club. Slughorn returned to the marking of his student's homework. Homework reminded him so much about the smart and witty Lily Potter. He had made a grave mistake in telling Tom Riddle about Horcruxes, and his heart filled with remorse thinking about it.
Minerva McGonagall shed tears over the loss of two of her favourite students to ever pass through Hogwarts. She went with Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid to take Harry to his only other relations, which were the Dursleys (whom Minerva had been spying on and thought would be horrible guardians to him). As Dumbledore laid Harry onto the Dursley's spotless doorstep and tucked a green letter into his emerald blankets, Professor McGonagall felt tears streaming down her face. She heard Hagrid's trumpet-like honk as he blew his nose. Someday, she knew that the little boy in emerald green blankets would have the power to defeat the Dark Lord.
Petunia Dursley found the little boy in green blankets on the front doorstep the next day when she was putting the milk bottles out. She already had half a mind to put the boy in an orphanage. But seeing the letter that came with the boy, she picked it up and read it. Petunia Dursley then gasped, feeling hot tears of grief running down her bony cheeks. The baby boy heard Petunia's gasp and opened his startling emerald green eyes, so alike to her sister's. Petunia gazed at them and realised that she had to take the boy in. It was a piece of Lily and she wouldn't let anybody harm it. She and Vernon would stamp the magic out of him and force him to be normal, starting with putting him in the cupboard under the stairs. However, deep down, Petunia regretted breaking her relationship with her sister.
Albus Dumbledore sighed sadly when he learned that Lily and James Potter were dead. He had given their son, Harry, to the Dursleys, marking stage one of his plan off. Now he had to hope that he came to Hogwarts treated right. He looked up and smiled at Lily and James Potter up in heaven, knowing that one day, their son, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, would one day vanquish the Dark Lord for good.
"It's gonna be alright, James", Lily said, looking down at Harry. James Potter put an arm around his wife. "I know it is", he smiled. "Our son is going to have an excellent life." Lily nodded. "He also got his good looks from me. That's why you fell for me in the first place-" "Oh shut up, James", Lily said, rolling her eyes.
And that's the end of my second fanfic! Was it better than the first one? Please review! ~ProudToBeAGryffindor