Hello everybody ! This story is an English translation of "Nos liens", my French story. I tried to give you a good translation but I think there is some errors and I'm sorry. It is the first time I wrote in English one of my stories but I think it is a good exercise to learn vocabulary.

Enjoy it !

Prolog : Memories

"Harry... Harry !"

Soft. The voice that was calling him was soft, maternal. Harry opened his eyes and saw two green orbs, similar to his own. The woman stared at him with love and pride. She tenderly stroked his cheek before placing a light kiss on his nose. The baby babbled happily, making the woman laugh. She was beautiful with her red hair tied up and her freckles. Regretfully, her beauty was wasted by the purple mark that covered her face. Harry ran a hand across her cheek and his mother grimaced with pain.

"Sorry my baby, I know it's not a pretty sight."

Lily took her son in her arms and walked around the room, rocking him. Harry felt good against the chest of his mother. He was in security with her. The baby knew that with her by his side, nothing could happen to him. She was his mother after all.

Lily sat down in one of the armchairs of the room, next to the window. She put Harry on her knees, back to her to enable him to see her hands. She shook one of her fingers and instantly, a thread appeared. Harry jumped with surprise. He tried to catch the thread but it crossed his hand. Flustered, the baby grumbled and jabbered through incomprehensible words. Lily took their hands and linked them by putting her chin on her son's head.

"Harry… Mommy has a secret to tell you. You see the thread which links our fingers ? We are the only ones who can see it, it's a talent from our family. Our thread is indigo, it means that I am your mother and you, my little baby. When you will be older, you will discover new links, with different colors. Maybe you will even find your burgundy link one day… I hope so."

She marked a pause to make sure that Harry was listening. From the age of one, he watched his mother carefully.

"I wonder in which house you will be, my angel. Maybe in Ravenclaw ?"

The child did a pout.

"Or maybe not," Lily laughed. "We will see !"

She played with their fingers with a thin smile.

"These links, my love, will help you to know who your real friends are, who you can really count on. Maybe if I had paid more attention, I wouldn't be here today. I wanted to learn to trust people without relying on that power, and here I am. If you only knew how much I regret it. The only positif point in my life is you. You are my all Harry."

Harry smiled when his mother kissed his hair.

"Your legacy will appear on your sixteenth birthday. You will not be able to see the links by yourself until you are that age. Only then will you know everything, the whole truth about the people who are close to you."

A scream broke the bubble that surrounded mother and son. Lily tensed as the door burst open and looked down at her husband, James Potter. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes when at the sight of the man. The man grabbed him forcefully and dropped him in his bed without any softness. This was enough to make Harry burst into tears. Lily got up to retrieve her son but James stopped her with his wand.

"It was your last day, Lily."

A tear slipped down her cheek and she looked into her son's eyes. She raised one of her fingers and the thread that bound them together turned pale pink. "I love you". Harry saw his mother's body fall to the ground, inert. A few minutes later, an explosion was heard on the ground floor. James looked at Harry with hatred, muttering that it was all his fault. Harry didn't understand anything at the age of one, except that his mother would never open her eyes again.

A man appeared, a green lightning bolt shot out and James's body fell in turn. Another bolt of lightning shot out but bounced back, killing the man in front of him. His mother had protected him one last time.