My Once Perfect Home

~Serenity~

Disclaimer: just so you know, none of these characters belong to me, and I
prefer to keep it that way. They all belong to the goddess of fiction novels:
Joanne Katherine Rowling.
Only the plot is mine-well not even that really, I mean Lily and James did
die at the hand of Voldemort and so on. So I own diddly, it's just my telling
of the events that led up to Harry being orphaned.
~*~Present (kinda)~*~
A crying baby, an evil semi-spirit, two blackened bodies, a crumbling
house. All that was left of a one-time prefect home.
~*~Lily-Past~*~
Harry was hungry again. I went upstairs to feed him, dear thing. James
was still reading his paper, seeing where Voldemort had struck last. Reaching
the landing, I heard the doorbell, but thought nothing of it. My dear son
quieted the moment I picked him up, as if he knew something was about to
happen. Just then, I heard a shout from downstairs: James. Panicking, I ran
to the door of Harry's room. Voldemort was in our doorway!
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" my dear
sweet James, would risk it all for his love and son.
James stumbled up the first two steps, still insisting I run and take
Harry. But I will not leave him here to die alone! The front door slams open
once more, startling Harry. He cackled, right behind my love. The cackle was
more like nails on a blackboard-high and evil. My husband fell and didn't get
back up. Tears streamed down my face falling into Harry's already unruly
black hair. I ran back into the room-the room where I had spent so many
nights with Harry-the room where my life would end. The shock, a numb
overwhelmed feeling overtook my body, making it hard to move and to breathe.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please! -I'll do anything-" His intent red eyes
bore into me, into the bundle of blankets in my arms. Harry had long since
started screaming, bawling at the tops of his little lungs.
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
Voldemort's mouth moved again, but made no sound. A sudden chill swept
through my bones. Harder, and still harder it made it to think, to move, to
breathe.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" I'll never let him have Harry as
long as I am alive!
"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now..." He was still advancing,
slowly, surely, deadly.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" My life was gone, dead
on the steps outside the door. Harry would be okay, but without James, what
more is there really to live for? Voldemort has killed almost my entire
family.
"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy..." A mutter, an unforgivable
curse. Two words, I'll be gone, quick, easy and painless. Instead, he takes
my child and threw me against the far blue wall. It cracked and collapsed on
impact and I slid to the floor. I was barely clinging to life, but enough so
that I still felt the shiver in my bones, and saw the scene unfold before my
hazing eyes. With my precious baby in his grasp, Voldemort meant to
administer the Avada Kedavra curse upon my baby boy, but when it made contact
with Harry's skin, it rebounded upon the originator. I could have smiled, but
I hadn't the strength. Harry started crying; because in his pain, Voldemort had
dropped him. Voldemort was literally withering away before my eyes, becoming
little more than nothing, a shadow almost. The pain in my chest was
constricting and unbearable. I inhaled my last breath and closed my physical
eyes forever. 'At least Harry will be okay' was the last thought that fought
its way through the fog that was my mind.
My spirit slipped away from my body, into a vast black chamber. Only a
multitude of stars punctuated the utter darkness. But here I could sit with
my James and watch my boy for as long as I wanted. He grew into a hero that
made selfless choices for those he loved.
I watched it all from the beginning; being placed on my sisters' front
porch, growing, getting his acceptance letter from Hogwarts, the train rides,
the quidditch matches. Harry made James very proud indeed. Missing the train
in second year and 'borrowing' the car. James grinned that grin that had made
my heart melt back in school; his son was already showing the symptoms of having
a Marauder as a father.
We watched his life as if it were a television show. He grew, wishing
for us, while we wished we could be more than observers. But it couldn't
happen. It never will.

~FINE~
(the end)


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~Serenity~