Let Me Be- Part 4
by Lorelai
a/n: I have to say, this is a bit plotless at the second...for all of you who are waiting for the Fairy's Tale, it won't be out for a while. I have a sorta writer's block thing on that story...currently. I hope anyways. But this story is running smoothly so I'm just going to do as much as i can when I'm on a roll. Thanks and please review...i think i sorta like it...now, all you silent readers, you should really take the time to review...even just a few words is fine with me...even flames, as long as they're not stuff denouncing Harry Potter and as for declaimers, i personally regard them as a waste of time since no one can expect us starving artists to buy the Harry Potter characters...I'm just a 12 yr. old girl with...what? About 32 bucks in my savings account? Yes, that stinks...now on with the story and not my mindless pratterings.
And 4-give me for the cliffhanger!! I know, i know. I'll get the next part done fast!
Lily sat down on the sofa as James talked on with Dumbledore's head in the flames. Brent sat down beside her.
" I know you're brave, Lily. But how are you going to do this? It might work for a while. But then, what will you do?" he asked her gently.
Lily looked up with tears in her eyes. She cleared her throat and looked Brent in the eye.
" I know you're trying to help, Brent but this is my fight. I need to do this for Harry. Just like you would do for Fiona or Sean," she told him. He nodded.
" I understand." Silence fell. Lily closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. A tear slid out from under her eyelid, making it's way down her cheek. Brent watched her with a sad look. He had known Lily at school and her determination, unknown to anyone else. He looked back into the flames where Dumbledore's head had vanished with a pop. The dancing flames and blurring colors mesmerized him. Slowly, a memory from their sixth year came back...
" I'm sorry, Mrs. Evans. But your parents have been killed in a car accident," said a voice. It was Professor McGonagall. She looked solemn and had her arms around Lily, who was crying softly. Brent had watched on from a corner of the common room.
" Thank you, Professor McGonagall," whispered Lily, choking out the words. James stood at her side, determinedly protecting her. When McGonagall left, they hugged together. Soon, James left for his dormitory and Lily sat alone in the common room. She cried, watching the snow outside. Flake by flake it fell...softly and noiselessly. Slowly, she stopped crying. Soon, she stopped crying and stared into the fire instead. Mirrored in her emerald green eyes were the dancing flames and a sparkle shone in her eyes.
" I'll be ok," she whispered to herself, hugging herself. " I'll be ok." Brent saw a spark of determination in her eyes. From that moment on, he knew she was a survivor. She wouldn't be weak...
" I'll be ok."
Slowly but surely, Brent saw the blurring colors of the flames come back into focus...the glaring reds and soft oranges. He shook himself back into conciousness. Lily was still sitting beside him, looking into the fire.
" James, I know we'll get through this. I know we will." He heard her say to James, who was standing next to her. He nodded determinedly. The couple hugged and Brent, watching, stood up and retreated out of the room. This was a moment for them two. James, holding Lily and softly caressing her long hair, Lily, an expression of peace and calm on her pretty face and her arms around James' neck.
* * *
" Harry, honey?" Lily whispered in a soft voice. " Honey?" The tiny baby stirred and it's eyes opened, revealing startling emerald green eyes that were remarkably similar to Lily's. She smiled fondly at her son.
" We have to go now," she whispered, stroking the small child. Harry seemed to ask why with a puzzling glint in his eye. Lily smiled ruefully.
" It's ok. Mummy and Daddy will be back soon..." she smiled. " Soon..."
Then she stood up and looked at Alicia, who nodded and carried Harry away. She looked at James, who walked over to her and taking her hand, strolled out of the room.
It was three months later. They had finally prepared the Fidelius Charm and it was ready. Harry would stay at the McKinnons' for a few more days as they went to perform the charm.
" Goodbye, Harry," Lily whispered as she left the house. A crystalline tear traced down her cheek.
Alicia watched the Potters stroll down to the lawn and stand there. Then, they reached down and touched a small ball in the grass. It was a Portkey. With a wooshing sound, the two disappeared. Wiping away a stray tear, Alicia put Harry in his crib. She whispered a very complex concealing spell and went downstairs.
" Mummy!" said Fiona, who was sitting in the living room. Sean sat beside her.
" Hi, Mum!" he greeted his mother cheerfully. Alicia smiled back.
" You two sit quiet, ok?" she asked. " I'll be in the kitchen making a cake," she said.Sean and Fiona nodded. Then, they went back to playing with each other.
Alicia took her time, assembling the ingrediants and tying an apron around her waist. Humming softly, she began to mix the bowl of flour, eggs and water. She relaxed, beating the mixture with fluid motions. Even though Alicia was a witch, she always enjoyed doing things the muggle way. She thought she heard the sound of a door closing. She went on mixing.
" Mum?" it was Sean's voice. He sounded a bit scared.
" Not now, dear!" Alicia called over her shoulder. She focused on her cooking.
" MUM!" his voice was louder and more panicked now. " Sean! Wait a bit, will ye?" she reprimanded.
She thought she heard a small whimper from Fiona and a snapping sound. But she went on, mixing carefully and intently. Setting down the bowl, she walked by the window to draw up the shades; it was a bit dim in the kitchen. With a rustle, they were drawn up. Alicia smiled and went back to her cooking.
No...something wasn't right. She frowned. She turned back to the window. Was there something outside? No. Not outside. With a start, she realized that there was a reflection in the window glass. A reflection that didn't look right. With a gulp, she turned around...and screamed loudly, dropping the beater she held in her right hand.
It was Fiona. She was standing normally, but she looked anything but normal. Her eyes were glazed over; her head hung at an odd angle. Alicia let out a whimper when she saw her daughter's arms. The elbows were exposed to the bone, blood flowing out. Her legs were mutliated in the same fashion. She opened her mouth with an effort and dark red blood gushed out. With a sickening thud, she dropped to the floor.
Alicia was too horrified and scared to speak. She dropped to the floor beside her daughter. She held the small girl close to her bosom, ignoring the floods of blood that soaked her apron and skirt.
" Fiona?" she whispered. With an effort, the small girl whispered a word.
" Mummy..." then she was silent. Her head rolled back and more blood spilled out onto the floor, trickling onto her golden blonde hair. She stayed there, motionless.
" No..." Alicia murmured, her sight suddenly obscured by a flood of tears.
" Nnnoooo!!" she screamed, an inhuman sound. Her wails of grief and denial bounced off the walls of the house. Her sobs of sadness were loud and unrestricted.
" Oh, God!" she cried loudly.
" Mum..." she heard a whisper behind her. Wiping away tears of hurt, she turned around and stifled a gasp of horror and terror.
" No..."
by Lorelai
a/n: I have to say, this is a bit plotless at the second...for all of you who are waiting for the Fairy's Tale, it won't be out for a while. I have a sorta writer's block thing on that story...currently. I hope anyways. But this story is running smoothly so I'm just going to do as much as i can when I'm on a roll. Thanks and please review...i think i sorta like it...now, all you silent readers, you should really take the time to review...even just a few words is fine with me...even flames, as long as they're not stuff denouncing Harry Potter and as for declaimers, i personally regard them as a waste of time since no one can expect us starving artists to buy the Harry Potter characters...I'm just a 12 yr. old girl with...what? About 32 bucks in my savings account? Yes, that stinks...now on with the story and not my mindless pratterings.
And 4-give me for the cliffhanger!! I know, i know. I'll get the next part done fast!
Lily sat down on the sofa as James talked on with Dumbledore's head in the flames. Brent sat down beside her.
" I know you're brave, Lily. But how are you going to do this? It might work for a while. But then, what will you do?" he asked her gently.
Lily looked up with tears in her eyes. She cleared her throat and looked Brent in the eye.
" I know you're trying to help, Brent but this is my fight. I need to do this for Harry. Just like you would do for Fiona or Sean," she told him. He nodded.
" I understand." Silence fell. Lily closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. A tear slid out from under her eyelid, making it's way down her cheek. Brent watched her with a sad look. He had known Lily at school and her determination, unknown to anyone else. He looked back into the flames where Dumbledore's head had vanished with a pop. The dancing flames and blurring colors mesmerized him. Slowly, a memory from their sixth year came back...
" I'm sorry, Mrs. Evans. But your parents have been killed in a car accident," said a voice. It was Professor McGonagall. She looked solemn and had her arms around Lily, who was crying softly. Brent had watched on from a corner of the common room.
" Thank you, Professor McGonagall," whispered Lily, choking out the words. James stood at her side, determinedly protecting her. When McGonagall left, they hugged together. Soon, James left for his dormitory and Lily sat alone in the common room. She cried, watching the snow outside. Flake by flake it fell...softly and noiselessly. Slowly, she stopped crying. Soon, she stopped crying and stared into the fire instead. Mirrored in her emerald green eyes were the dancing flames and a sparkle shone in her eyes.
" I'll be ok," she whispered to herself, hugging herself. " I'll be ok." Brent saw a spark of determination in her eyes. From that moment on, he knew she was a survivor. She wouldn't be weak...
" I'll be ok."
Slowly but surely, Brent saw the blurring colors of the flames come back into focus...the glaring reds and soft oranges. He shook himself back into conciousness. Lily was still sitting beside him, looking into the fire.
" James, I know we'll get through this. I know we will." He heard her say to James, who was standing next to her. He nodded determinedly. The couple hugged and Brent, watching, stood up and retreated out of the room. This was a moment for them two. James, holding Lily and softly caressing her long hair, Lily, an expression of peace and calm on her pretty face and her arms around James' neck.
* * *
" Harry, honey?" Lily whispered in a soft voice. " Honey?" The tiny baby stirred and it's eyes opened, revealing startling emerald green eyes that were remarkably similar to Lily's. She smiled fondly at her son.
" We have to go now," she whispered, stroking the small child. Harry seemed to ask why with a puzzling glint in his eye. Lily smiled ruefully.
" It's ok. Mummy and Daddy will be back soon..." she smiled. " Soon..."
Then she stood up and looked at Alicia, who nodded and carried Harry away. She looked at James, who walked over to her and taking her hand, strolled out of the room.
It was three months later. They had finally prepared the Fidelius Charm and it was ready. Harry would stay at the McKinnons' for a few more days as they went to perform the charm.
" Goodbye, Harry," Lily whispered as she left the house. A crystalline tear traced down her cheek.
Alicia watched the Potters stroll down to the lawn and stand there. Then, they reached down and touched a small ball in the grass. It was a Portkey. With a wooshing sound, the two disappeared. Wiping away a stray tear, Alicia put Harry in his crib. She whispered a very complex concealing spell and went downstairs.
" Mummy!" said Fiona, who was sitting in the living room. Sean sat beside her.
" Hi, Mum!" he greeted his mother cheerfully. Alicia smiled back.
" You two sit quiet, ok?" she asked. " I'll be in the kitchen making a cake," she said.Sean and Fiona nodded. Then, they went back to playing with each other.
Alicia took her time, assembling the ingrediants and tying an apron around her waist. Humming softly, she began to mix the bowl of flour, eggs and water. She relaxed, beating the mixture with fluid motions. Even though Alicia was a witch, she always enjoyed doing things the muggle way. She thought she heard the sound of a door closing. She went on mixing.
" Mum?" it was Sean's voice. He sounded a bit scared.
" Not now, dear!" Alicia called over her shoulder. She focused on her cooking.
" MUM!" his voice was louder and more panicked now. " Sean! Wait a bit, will ye?" she reprimanded.
She thought she heard a small whimper from Fiona and a snapping sound. But she went on, mixing carefully and intently. Setting down the bowl, she walked by the window to draw up the shades; it was a bit dim in the kitchen. With a rustle, they were drawn up. Alicia smiled and went back to her cooking.
No...something wasn't right. She frowned. She turned back to the window. Was there something outside? No. Not outside. With a start, she realized that there was a reflection in the window glass. A reflection that didn't look right. With a gulp, she turned around...and screamed loudly, dropping the beater she held in her right hand.
It was Fiona. She was standing normally, but she looked anything but normal. Her eyes were glazed over; her head hung at an odd angle. Alicia let out a whimper when she saw her daughter's arms. The elbows were exposed to the bone, blood flowing out. Her legs were mutliated in the same fashion. She opened her mouth with an effort and dark red blood gushed out. With a sickening thud, she dropped to the floor.
Alicia was too horrified and scared to speak. She dropped to the floor beside her daughter. She held the small girl close to her bosom, ignoring the floods of blood that soaked her apron and skirt.
" Fiona?" she whispered. With an effort, the small girl whispered a word.
" Mummy..." then she was silent. Her head rolled back and more blood spilled out onto the floor, trickling onto her golden blonde hair. She stayed there, motionless.
" No..." Alicia murmured, her sight suddenly obscured by a flood of tears.
" Nnnoooo!!" she screamed, an inhuman sound. Her wails of grief and denial bounced off the walls of the house. Her sobs of sadness were loud and unrestricted.
" Oh, God!" she cried loudly.
" Mum..." she heard a whisper behind her. Wiping away tears of hurt, she turned around and stifled a gasp of horror and terror.
" No..."