CHAPTER 3
Harry felt cold water being splashed onto his face, and it fell into his mouth. He spit it out, and he suddenly felt someone grab him.
"Harry! Thank goodness you're all right!" It was Hermionie.
Harry coughed and tried to sit up. He didn't succeed. He fell right back down, and his head throbbed from the impact on the soft pillow.
"Oh, my head..." Harry whined.
"James, go get another cold compress," ordered Lily.
Harry heard someone walk out of the room, and someone else began to rub his head. He recognized the feel of the skin-it was soft like a rose's petals. It couldn't be anyone except Hermionie who was comforting him.
Lily was taking his pulse. At least, he assumed it was Lily. Harry's eyelids were too heavy to lift, and it would also hurt his head to open them.
"Hermionie dear? Could you go see what's taking James so long?" asked Harry's mother.
Harry thought that Hermionie must have nodded yes, because suddenly the rubbing stopped, and someone walked out of the room. He was alone with his mother-he would finally be able to ask her what was going on.
"M-Mom? What happened?"
"I don't know, Harry dear. You tell me."
Harry tried to remember, but all he could remember was as spasm of pain on his chest. He told his mother this.
Lily didn't react to what her son had said, she just stripped off his shirt to examine the scar.
"Hmmm," said Lily, puzzled by the mystical forces, which had caused her boy this pain. "What the hell happened?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I have no idea."
Harry heard two sets of feet coming through the door. It must be Hermionie and my dad, thought Harry.
"Here you go, Lily."
"Thank you James. James, could you go call the doctor? Harry's not getting much better," said Lily.
Harry opened his eyes. "No mom, I don't need a doctor, it's just shock, that's all. It's never happened to me before, I'm just sort of shocked."
Lily nodded, and Harry closed his eyes again. "Mom, dad, I don't care if you want me to know or not. I have to know. What happened today, and why do I have this scar?"
James frowned. "So, you figured out that the two are connected?"
Harry nodded. "You won't tell me where I got the scar, or what happened today. It's totally logical."
James sighed. "Alright, Harry. I'll tell you.
"It was my wedding day, you had not been born, and Lily was walking down the aisle, looking stunning. She held her beautiful bouquet of flowers, and her beautiful red hair bounced, ever so slightly. When she finally reached me, I noticed tears in her eyes, she was so happy. We turned to the priest, and he began the ceremony. But something seemed very wrong. I didn't know it at the time, but there was someone in the crowd who didn't belong there. Someone we didn't invite.
"Lily and I said our vows, and we retreated off happily married to the reception. It was just a shame that the building where we were planning on having the reception was taken over by Voldemort. Not that we knew that at the time. So we rode on our brooms to the large, beautiful house. It was known as the Riddle House, but did we make the connection? Of course not. No one had ever seen anything strange going on inside the house, nor had there been any rumors of Voldemort staying in his childhood home. Why should he? He hated his childhood. So why should he go somewhere where all the memories would flash back to him?
"But he was there. Of course, Lily and I were the first to arrive. When we walked through the door, Death Eaters and Voldemort himself right away attacked us. Luckily, your mother and I are excellent at repelling the Dark Arts, so we were able to escape.
"But Voldemort wasn't through with us. He was determined to kill us.
"Fifteen years ago, we were blessed with a baby boy, who we lovingly named Harry. We never saw Voldemort after the wedding incident, so we thought he had given up on us. But, on the day that I brought Lily home from the hospital with you, Harry, Voldemort awaited us at our home. Once again he tried to kill us. Unsuccessfully. He also tried to kill you, Harry. And yet when he attacked you, the curse rebounded off you, and hit Voldemort himself. Yet because of Voldemort's Death Eaters being so loyal, Voldemort was able to regain his strength.
"Harry, that scar is where Voldemort tried to hit you. I-I can't explain why it hurts. But it probably has to do with Voldemort. He's after you Harry. He swore that before you turned twenty, you'd be dead-by his doing. I-Your mother and I are NOT going to lose you. You may be the one Voldemort hates the most, but that doesn't mean that he's going to kill you. Your family and friends will make sure of it."
Harry's face was twelve shades paler then normal. His hands were shaking. Was this true? Did Voldemort really want his parents dead? And if so, why? What did his parents do to him?
"Harry?" asked Lily, "are you alright? I'm so sorry...we should have told you sooner..."
Harry turned onto his stomach, and covered his face with the pillow. He couldn't prevent the tears, which streamed down his face.
Lily looked at James, and they both left the room. Hermionie was left with Harry.
"Harry, I-"
"Just go away," Harry sobbed, to scared to talk.
Hermionie nodded, and walked out of the room.
Told By Hermionie Granger
I couldn't bare to see Harry like that. I loved him so much, it hurt. I just wanted him to be all right. But he wasn't. He was hurting...which hurt me.
But what could I do? I was just as frightened as him. How could someone do something like what Voldemort did? How could he hurt the Potters, who had never done anything horrible in their lives?
But it was a typical Voldemort thing to do. He was famous because of all his attacks on innocent people. There was nothing that anyone could really do to stop him. And somehow, by some lucky chance, the Potters were able to escape.
I hated Voldemort. Oh, don't get me wrong, I've always hated him. But he hurt my boyfriend. The one person I loved more then anything.
Voldemort was going to pay.
Harry felt cold water being splashed onto his face, and it fell into his mouth. He spit it out, and he suddenly felt someone grab him.
"Harry! Thank goodness you're all right!" It was Hermionie.
Harry coughed and tried to sit up. He didn't succeed. He fell right back down, and his head throbbed from the impact on the soft pillow.
"Oh, my head..." Harry whined.
"James, go get another cold compress," ordered Lily.
Harry heard someone walk out of the room, and someone else began to rub his head. He recognized the feel of the skin-it was soft like a rose's petals. It couldn't be anyone except Hermionie who was comforting him.
Lily was taking his pulse. At least, he assumed it was Lily. Harry's eyelids were too heavy to lift, and it would also hurt his head to open them.
"Hermionie dear? Could you go see what's taking James so long?" asked Harry's mother.
Harry thought that Hermionie must have nodded yes, because suddenly the rubbing stopped, and someone walked out of the room. He was alone with his mother-he would finally be able to ask her what was going on.
"M-Mom? What happened?"
"I don't know, Harry dear. You tell me."
Harry tried to remember, but all he could remember was as spasm of pain on his chest. He told his mother this.
Lily didn't react to what her son had said, she just stripped off his shirt to examine the scar.
"Hmmm," said Lily, puzzled by the mystical forces, which had caused her boy this pain. "What the hell happened?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I have no idea."
Harry heard two sets of feet coming through the door. It must be Hermionie and my dad, thought Harry.
"Here you go, Lily."
"Thank you James. James, could you go call the doctor? Harry's not getting much better," said Lily.
Harry opened his eyes. "No mom, I don't need a doctor, it's just shock, that's all. It's never happened to me before, I'm just sort of shocked."
Lily nodded, and Harry closed his eyes again. "Mom, dad, I don't care if you want me to know or not. I have to know. What happened today, and why do I have this scar?"
James frowned. "So, you figured out that the two are connected?"
Harry nodded. "You won't tell me where I got the scar, or what happened today. It's totally logical."
James sighed. "Alright, Harry. I'll tell you.
"It was my wedding day, you had not been born, and Lily was walking down the aisle, looking stunning. She held her beautiful bouquet of flowers, and her beautiful red hair bounced, ever so slightly. When she finally reached me, I noticed tears in her eyes, she was so happy. We turned to the priest, and he began the ceremony. But something seemed very wrong. I didn't know it at the time, but there was someone in the crowd who didn't belong there. Someone we didn't invite.
"Lily and I said our vows, and we retreated off happily married to the reception. It was just a shame that the building where we were planning on having the reception was taken over by Voldemort. Not that we knew that at the time. So we rode on our brooms to the large, beautiful house. It was known as the Riddle House, but did we make the connection? Of course not. No one had ever seen anything strange going on inside the house, nor had there been any rumors of Voldemort staying in his childhood home. Why should he? He hated his childhood. So why should he go somewhere where all the memories would flash back to him?
"But he was there. Of course, Lily and I were the first to arrive. When we walked through the door, Death Eaters and Voldemort himself right away attacked us. Luckily, your mother and I are excellent at repelling the Dark Arts, so we were able to escape.
"But Voldemort wasn't through with us. He was determined to kill us.
"Fifteen years ago, we were blessed with a baby boy, who we lovingly named Harry. We never saw Voldemort after the wedding incident, so we thought he had given up on us. But, on the day that I brought Lily home from the hospital with you, Harry, Voldemort awaited us at our home. Once again he tried to kill us. Unsuccessfully. He also tried to kill you, Harry. And yet when he attacked you, the curse rebounded off you, and hit Voldemort himself. Yet because of Voldemort's Death Eaters being so loyal, Voldemort was able to regain his strength.
"Harry, that scar is where Voldemort tried to hit you. I-I can't explain why it hurts. But it probably has to do with Voldemort. He's after you Harry. He swore that before you turned twenty, you'd be dead-by his doing. I-Your mother and I are NOT going to lose you. You may be the one Voldemort hates the most, but that doesn't mean that he's going to kill you. Your family and friends will make sure of it."
Harry's face was twelve shades paler then normal. His hands were shaking. Was this true? Did Voldemort really want his parents dead? And if so, why? What did his parents do to him?
"Harry?" asked Lily, "are you alright? I'm so sorry...we should have told you sooner..."
Harry turned onto his stomach, and covered his face with the pillow. He couldn't prevent the tears, which streamed down his face.
Lily looked at James, and they both left the room. Hermionie was left with Harry.
"Harry, I-"
"Just go away," Harry sobbed, to scared to talk.
Hermionie nodded, and walked out of the room.
Told By Hermionie Granger
I couldn't bare to see Harry like that. I loved him so much, it hurt. I just wanted him to be all right. But he wasn't. He was hurting...which hurt me.
But what could I do? I was just as frightened as him. How could someone do something like what Voldemort did? How could he hurt the Potters, who had never done anything horrible in their lives?
But it was a typical Voldemort thing to do. He was famous because of all his attacks on innocent people. There was nothing that anyone could really do to stop him. And somehow, by some lucky chance, the Potters were able to escape.
I hated Voldemort. Oh, don't get me wrong, I've always hated him. But he hurt my boyfriend. The one person I loved more then anything.
Voldemort was going to pay.