CHAPTER 4
Told By Lily Potter
Voldemort occupied my dreams that night. They were awful. All the visions of Voldemort came back to me...but in my dreams, James and I didn't survive.
It was one year since Harry had been born, and Voldemort came into our house. Peter Pettigrew had told him where we were located. That bastard.
So Voldemort came in. I ran to get Floo Powder so James, Harry, and I could escape, but once I had gotten the power, James had been killed. I grabbed Harry and tried to make an escape, but Voldemort cornered me.
"No! Don't kill Harry! Kill me instead..."
And that's when I woke up, sweating.
"Lily? Darling? Are you all right?" asked James.
I was gasping to catch my breath. "Yeah...yeah I'm okay..."
James looked at me skeptically. "No you're not. What happened?" James pulled my hair out of my face. "Don't you trust me?"
Lily shook her head. "Of course I trust you, James," I said, uneasy about the nightmare. "But...oh James! Just think of what Harry's had to go through in such a little amount of time! My poor boy just found out that he is the one person Voldemort hates the most! Oh James...what should we do?"
James didn't say anything for a while. Then, "We just have to protect him like we have for the last fifteen years. Don't worry...we won't lose our boy."
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Harry woke up at approximately five forty-five because of nightmares. His mother and father were dead, and he was living with his mother's Muggle sister, Petunia. It was awful.
But it didn't matter to Harry at this point. He was up, and was unable to get back to sleep. He heard Hermionie in the next room, all ready getting dressed. He could hear her blow-drying her hair.
So Harry slowly got up, and in a stupor, walked into the shower. The water woke him up, and got him moving. He dried his hair, threw on some clothes. Back into the bathroom, and put in those DARN contacts. Hermionie wouldn't be happy without them. At least he could do THAT for her.
Harry yawned as he stumbled out of his room, and met his mother in the kitchen. She looked awful.
"Oh, hello Harry dear," she greeted him. She put some eggs onto Harry's plate and flew it over to the table.
"Hey mom. Dad and Jen up yet?"
Lily nodded her head. "Hermionie is helping Jen and your father is taking a shower."
Harry grunted in acceptance, and shoved some scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"Remember not to eat too much. You are having a lot of food at Aunt Petunia's party tonight."
Again Harry just grunted.
Hermionie came down the stairs with Jen, and took her place at the breakfast table. "Hi Harry," she said, and Lily flew some more eggs to Hermionie.
"Hey," Harry said, putting his fork down and starting back up the stairs.
Ever since Lily and James had told Harry what had happened at their wedding, Harry had been avoiding Hermionie, which was hard to do considering she was staying at his house the whole summer. He didn't want to hear the wisdom and advise that she had to give. He had to get over it himself. Harry was defiantly a different person ever since he found out.
And Hermionie didn't like it.
Oh sure, she tried to talk. She tried whenever she could. But Harry just wouldn't allow it. "I don't want to talk about it," he'd say, or, "It's none of your business". That pissed Hermionie off.
And this time was no different than any other. Why would it be? A hello from Hermionie to Harry was now no different than "Harry, you just need to relax about this You-Know-Who thing and move on with your life..." or, "He won't come after someone so defenseless as yourself." Harry didn't need that at this point. What he needed was some good strong lessons in the Defense Against the Dark Arts.
So he called upon Draco Malfoy.
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"Hello, Mrs. Potter. You're looking wonderful today, as usual."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Hello, Draco. Looking for Harry?"
Draco nodded. "Of course. Will I find him in his room, or outside playing tongue-hockey with Hermionie?"
Lily gave Draco a stern look, and he quickly assumed, "well, I'll just go outside then."
Lily laughed. "Very funny Draco. Harry's in his room. And, for your information, I would never allow Harry and Hermionie to be doing such things inside these grounds. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Draco scooted himself up the stairs of the Potter house, and found himself facing Hermionie, who was coming down.
"Hermionie! How lovely to see you!" Draco bowed in his usual, trying-to-be-smooth-attitude and instead got a lot more then he bargained for.
Everyone, who knew Draco Malfoy, knew that he liked Hermionie Granger. No shock there. Who wouldn't? And he was lucky enough to even be her friend, so he got the whole feeling that rebounded off of Hermionie. But of course, he knew that if he were to go for her, Harry would strip off his flesh in seconds. And maybe even get rid of some vital organs. And, just now, in the wonderful, beautiful Potter home, Hermionie burst into tears and leaned on Draco. Could Draco get any happier? HA! The mere idea is laughable!
But, it didn't mean Draco wasn't confused.
"Hermionie? Hermionie, what's going on?"
"Oh, Draco! What's wrong with him? Why won't he talk to me? I just don't understand why he has to be so darn stubborn! I mean, just because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is after him..."
Draco pulled Hermionie off his chest. "W-what did you just say?!"
Hermionie gasped. "Oh, oh dear, he didn't want you to know...God! I am such a bitch..."
It was Draco's turn to gasp. "What did you just call yourself? Did you just call yourself a bitch?" Hermionie nodded. "Don't you EVER call yourself that! EVER!"
Hermionie won't hear it. "But, Draco, you don't understand, you just don't understand....He's so worried...so frightened..."
Draco looked at Hermionie. "Has he been hurting you? I swear to God, if that sonofa..."
Harry opened the door to his room and stepped into the hallway. "Hermionie? Hermionie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"
This time, it was Hermionie's turn to show her pain. With a muffled voice because she was buried in Draco's arms, she whispered, "Just go away."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he realized that pushing Hermionie further to except apologies would just piss her off more. So, Harry just walked over to her, kissed the back of her neck, and silently walked back to his room.
Of course, the whole time Draco was standing there, he was hoping Harry would somehow fowl up and leave Hermionie to stand there with him-alone. But, as usual, Harry had won this battle for the chick. Hermionie turned and ran to Harry's room, and left Draco outside, to think about how he had come SO CLOSE! And though Harry was his best friend, he wanted Hermionie. All friends get into some argument about the other gender, thought Draco, at least, I would think all friends do.
Meanwhile, in Harry's room, Harry was holding his girl in his arms, saying, "I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you. I've been a jerk."
Hermionie nodded in agreement. "A big jerk," she revised.
"Er-yes. A BIG jerk. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, or anyone for that matter. I've just been so shocked and taken with the thought that I was the one that made He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named even more evil then before. I mean..."
Hermionie cut Harry off. "Harry, you didn't make You-Know-Who any angrier than if it had been Dumbledore that stopped him. I want you to know that I will stop him from even breathing on you. I will protect you, Harry. Even if it means risking my life."
Harry pushed Hermionie off of him. "You'll do nothing of the sort! You will stay away from all of this. Don't you ever risk your life for me, alright? You mean the world to me. And if you're gone forever, then there is no point to my existence."
Hermionie smiled and hugged Harry-HARD.
Harry returned the hug, then suddenly remembered Draco, who was still standing out in the hall.
Harry stood up and opened his bedroom door. "Draco?"
Draco turned to face Harry. "Yeah?"
"I'm ready for your lessons."
Told By Lily Potter
Voldemort occupied my dreams that night. They were awful. All the visions of Voldemort came back to me...but in my dreams, James and I didn't survive.
It was one year since Harry had been born, and Voldemort came into our house. Peter Pettigrew had told him where we were located. That bastard.
So Voldemort came in. I ran to get Floo Powder so James, Harry, and I could escape, but once I had gotten the power, James had been killed. I grabbed Harry and tried to make an escape, but Voldemort cornered me.
"No! Don't kill Harry! Kill me instead..."
And that's when I woke up, sweating.
"Lily? Darling? Are you all right?" asked James.
I was gasping to catch my breath. "Yeah...yeah I'm okay..."
James looked at me skeptically. "No you're not. What happened?" James pulled my hair out of my face. "Don't you trust me?"
Lily shook her head. "Of course I trust you, James," I said, uneasy about the nightmare. "But...oh James! Just think of what Harry's had to go through in such a little amount of time! My poor boy just found out that he is the one person Voldemort hates the most! Oh James...what should we do?"
James didn't say anything for a while. Then, "We just have to protect him like we have for the last fifteen years. Don't worry...we won't lose our boy."
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Harry woke up at approximately five forty-five because of nightmares. His mother and father were dead, and he was living with his mother's Muggle sister, Petunia. It was awful.
But it didn't matter to Harry at this point. He was up, and was unable to get back to sleep. He heard Hermionie in the next room, all ready getting dressed. He could hear her blow-drying her hair.
So Harry slowly got up, and in a stupor, walked into the shower. The water woke him up, and got him moving. He dried his hair, threw on some clothes. Back into the bathroom, and put in those DARN contacts. Hermionie wouldn't be happy without them. At least he could do THAT for her.
Harry yawned as he stumbled out of his room, and met his mother in the kitchen. She looked awful.
"Oh, hello Harry dear," she greeted him. She put some eggs onto Harry's plate and flew it over to the table.
"Hey mom. Dad and Jen up yet?"
Lily nodded her head. "Hermionie is helping Jen and your father is taking a shower."
Harry grunted in acceptance, and shoved some scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"Remember not to eat too much. You are having a lot of food at Aunt Petunia's party tonight."
Again Harry just grunted.
Hermionie came down the stairs with Jen, and took her place at the breakfast table. "Hi Harry," she said, and Lily flew some more eggs to Hermionie.
"Hey," Harry said, putting his fork down and starting back up the stairs.
Ever since Lily and James had told Harry what had happened at their wedding, Harry had been avoiding Hermionie, which was hard to do considering she was staying at his house the whole summer. He didn't want to hear the wisdom and advise that she had to give. He had to get over it himself. Harry was defiantly a different person ever since he found out.
And Hermionie didn't like it.
Oh sure, she tried to talk. She tried whenever she could. But Harry just wouldn't allow it. "I don't want to talk about it," he'd say, or, "It's none of your business". That pissed Hermionie off.
And this time was no different than any other. Why would it be? A hello from Hermionie to Harry was now no different than "Harry, you just need to relax about this You-Know-Who thing and move on with your life..." or, "He won't come after someone so defenseless as yourself." Harry didn't need that at this point. What he needed was some good strong lessons in the Defense Against the Dark Arts.
So he called upon Draco Malfoy.
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"Hello, Mrs. Potter. You're looking wonderful today, as usual."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Hello, Draco. Looking for Harry?"
Draco nodded. "Of course. Will I find him in his room, or outside playing tongue-hockey with Hermionie?"
Lily gave Draco a stern look, and he quickly assumed, "well, I'll just go outside then."
Lily laughed. "Very funny Draco. Harry's in his room. And, for your information, I would never allow Harry and Hermionie to be doing such things inside these grounds. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Draco scooted himself up the stairs of the Potter house, and found himself facing Hermionie, who was coming down.
"Hermionie! How lovely to see you!" Draco bowed in his usual, trying-to-be-smooth-attitude and instead got a lot more then he bargained for.
Everyone, who knew Draco Malfoy, knew that he liked Hermionie Granger. No shock there. Who wouldn't? And he was lucky enough to even be her friend, so he got the whole feeling that rebounded off of Hermionie. But of course, he knew that if he were to go for her, Harry would strip off his flesh in seconds. And maybe even get rid of some vital organs. And, just now, in the wonderful, beautiful Potter home, Hermionie burst into tears and leaned on Draco. Could Draco get any happier? HA! The mere idea is laughable!
But, it didn't mean Draco wasn't confused.
"Hermionie? Hermionie, what's going on?"
"Oh, Draco! What's wrong with him? Why won't he talk to me? I just don't understand why he has to be so darn stubborn! I mean, just because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is after him..."
Draco pulled Hermionie off his chest. "W-what did you just say?!"
Hermionie gasped. "Oh, oh dear, he didn't want you to know...God! I am such a bitch..."
It was Draco's turn to gasp. "What did you just call yourself? Did you just call yourself a bitch?" Hermionie nodded. "Don't you EVER call yourself that! EVER!"
Hermionie won't hear it. "But, Draco, you don't understand, you just don't understand....He's so worried...so frightened..."
Draco looked at Hermionie. "Has he been hurting you? I swear to God, if that sonofa..."
Harry opened the door to his room and stepped into the hallway. "Hermionie? Hermionie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"
This time, it was Hermionie's turn to show her pain. With a muffled voice because she was buried in Draco's arms, she whispered, "Just go away."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he realized that pushing Hermionie further to except apologies would just piss her off more. So, Harry just walked over to her, kissed the back of her neck, and silently walked back to his room.
Of course, the whole time Draco was standing there, he was hoping Harry would somehow fowl up and leave Hermionie to stand there with him-alone. But, as usual, Harry had won this battle for the chick. Hermionie turned and ran to Harry's room, and left Draco outside, to think about how he had come SO CLOSE! And though Harry was his best friend, he wanted Hermionie. All friends get into some argument about the other gender, thought Draco, at least, I would think all friends do.
Meanwhile, in Harry's room, Harry was holding his girl in his arms, saying, "I'm so sorry for the way I've treated you. I've been a jerk."
Hermionie nodded in agreement. "A big jerk," she revised.
"Er-yes. A BIG jerk. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, or anyone for that matter. I've just been so shocked and taken with the thought that I was the one that made He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named even more evil then before. I mean..."
Hermionie cut Harry off. "Harry, you didn't make You-Know-Who any angrier than if it had been Dumbledore that stopped him. I want you to know that I will stop him from even breathing on you. I will protect you, Harry. Even if it means risking my life."
Harry pushed Hermionie off of him. "You'll do nothing of the sort! You will stay away from all of this. Don't you ever risk your life for me, alright? You mean the world to me. And if you're gone forever, then there is no point to my existence."
Hermionie smiled and hugged Harry-HARD.
Harry returned the hug, then suddenly remembered Draco, who was still standing out in the hall.
Harry stood up and opened his bedroom door. "Draco?"
Draco turned to face Harry. "Yeah?"
"I'm ready for your lessons."