Haunted by a Dream
By: fei
A wee ficlet on Mr. Harry Potter himself.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - James P., Lily Evans P. - Words: 454 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: May 18, 2001 - id: 287821
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Haunted by a Dream
He walked forward. The yielding puppet. The cool tip of a wand pressed firmly against his forehead.
"No! Not Harry! James, do something. Please?"
"I'm thinking, Lily. Let me think."
"But, James, he's getting closer to Harry."
"Lily, he'll be fine."
"But Voldemort..."
"Harry will be fine."
Somewhere a baby cried. His parents huddled in a corner not so far away. And the boy continued walking forward.
"Oh God, James, he's crying."
"I know, Lily. Keep quiet."
"He needs me, James."
"I know, Lily. But we can't do much if he sees us."
"He needs me, James."
"Lily! Come back! Damnit, Lily!"
"Let go of me! My son needs me!"
"Shh..."
"Where did Voldemort go?"
"I don't know. Just take Harry and run. Find Sirius."
"I can't leave you."
"Go!"
"Goodbye, James."
"I love you, Lily."
"Oh James..."
"Go..."
The dark lord was there though. Apparated behind the new target. The man. The boy knew the end was near.
"Hello, James. Looking for me?"
"What do you want, Voldemort?"
"Lovely wife you've got. 'Tis a shame she won't live to see the morning."
"Leave Lily alone."
"There's no fun in that though."
"I said leave her alone!"
"I can't do that. Bye, James."
The man was gone. And so was the lord. She clutched the crying baby in her arms. The boy's forehead began to burn, signaling the end of the Act.
"James!"
"You should have ran when your husband told you to do so."
"What do you want from us?"
"The boy."
"You can't have Harry."
"I want the boy, Lily Potter. Dead. And I will do anything to make that happen."
"No. Take me instead. Not Harry. Take me."
"Backing away won't save him. Just give him to me and you can go free. The easy way."
"Please, he's just a little boy."
"Hah, you think that foolish husband of yours is still alive. There is no pulse."
"Let go!"
"Let's do this the easy way, shall we? You hand me the boy and keep your life."
"No! You can't have him."
"Oh, I do so hate doing things the hard way."
She fell next to her husband, the crying baby falling to the floor. A wand pressed to the chubby forehead.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter. And good riddance."
A flash of green light. The baby's cries growing louder. Mingling with the boy's cries of pain. It hurt so bad.
"Nooooo!"
The boy awakened with a start. The dark lord was gone. The man and the woman also gone. And the baby had grown up to be a boy.
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