Let Me Be- Part 6
by Lorelai
a/n: Hi, people! This is the last part of Let Me Be......*looks sad* but I had a lotta fun working on this fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it too and here, is the wrapping up of a few loose ends. A huge hug to all of you out there who reviewed and read this! Thanks. Enjoy!
WARNING!: Major gory scenes coming up. Blood and dead bodies. You have been warned. The rating is also PG-13 now!
The day dawned on a gory scene in the McKinnon house. The bodies of Sean and Fiona McKinnon were grotesquely splayed on the kitchen floor. The corpse of Alicia McKinnon was beside those of her children, face down on the ground. The death of Brent McKinnon, which no one save the killer had witnessed, had occurred in the garden, where his body now lay, dismembered and bloodied. His hand still held the hoe limply. Blood thickened and congealed on the grass, blending with the morning dew. Bright daffodils were splattered with traces of dark brown taints, eerily similar to those of blood. The house was silent.
Lily Potter stepped out of thin air with a small pop to land on the grassy lawn. She looked about, expecting some sort of welcome from the McKinnon family, but no one answered her calls. A frown on her pretty face, she poked about the shrubbery in the front garden. She saw some suspicious brown stains in the grass and grew nervous. Hesistantly, her eyes followed the trail of stains to behind a large bush. Almost unwillingly, she pushed aside the shrub and gasped immediately. It was Brent McKinnon, or what was left of him. The tall, good-looking man had been cruelly tortured, Lily saw, through sobs of tears. Still stunned, she tried to brush away more tears. Then, a horrifying thought came to her mind: if Brent had been killed, what had happened to Alica, Sean, and Fiona? Madly, she stumbled out of the bush and ran across the lawn. Unexpectedly, she tripped over a stone and with the wind knocked out of her, she got up slowly. A hand rested on her shoulder. She whirled around to find James with a puzzled look on his face.
" Lil'? What's wrong?" he asked her. She started crying, to his surprise.
" B-brent!! H-he's d-dead," she sobbed in his arms. James was stunned. His close friend of 11 years was dead? He held Lily up and looked into her green eyes. She was telling the truth, he knew. She was crying harder now.
" He's b-beh-hind that b-bush," she stuttered, still weak and hysterical. James took long strides to the shrub and looked behind it. Lily heard a sharp intake of breath and the unmistakeable sounds of crying. She turned around and saw him kneeling over Brent's body. She wiped more tears from her face and helped him away. James' handsome face was crumpled and pained.
" You have to get help!" she whispered to her husband. He nodded. " God knows what happened to Alicia and the kids!" James panicked at this and abruptly Apparated away. Lily stumbled away before he disappeared and into the house. She froze at the sight of the living room. Blood was splattered everywhere. More patches of congealed and dried blood were plastered to the walls. The usually neat room was in a state of disorder, with things scattered and several pieces of furniture knocked over. Lily stepped over the overturned coffee table and wiped away tears at the sight of the blood. Her mind was frantic and thinking. What had happened to Alicia and the kids? She made her way to the kitchen. When she saw what was there, Lily couldn't speak for a whole minute. Her world seemed to turn upside down.
" Holy..." she whispered softly. She couldn't finish her sentence. What she saw was too much for her eyes. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the horrifying sight. Fiona, Sean, and Alicia's bodies all lay on the floor, crushed amid a sea of thickening blood. Alicia's body was untouched but coated in the dark red liquid. Fiona's body was badly mutliated and so was Sean's. Lily could barely recognize Fiona's stubby arm, scarred and sliced to ribbons. A lump rose in her throat and she cried helplessly. She slumped to a small ball on the ground. One more glance at the bodies was too much. Lily threw up on the carpet and she cried more.
A few minutes later, although it seemed like an hour to Lily, James arrived with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, two of their school friends. She had explained the gruesome discovery to them and fainted on the couch. James had stayed with her and carried her outside, Disapparating to the gates of Hogwarts Castle. Lily awoke on the carriage ride up. Through her muddled thoughts and ideas, she suddenly remembered something.
" Harry," she murmured and stirred. " Harry, James. Where's Harry?" James was struck. Suppose the same person who had killed the McKinnons had also killed or harmed Harry? He immediately left after entrusting Lily to Madame Pomfrey, the nurse. He returned to the McKinnon house and found Sirius cuddling a sleeping Harry in his arms.
" We found him in a crib upstairs with a powerful sleeping charm on him. Alicia also put a good concealation and protection charm. The best after the Fidelius Charm." Sirius explained to a relieved James.
James sat down on the couch, holding his head in his hands. " God, what is this?" He sobbed. " How could anyone do this to children, for God's sake? Children!" Sirius patted his friend on the shoulder sympathetically and turned away as a tear slid out of his own eye. The McKinnons had been close friends with the Blacks and Potters. The two friends were disrupted when Dumbledore and Lupin came into the room.
" James, you and Lily are moving." He stated firmly the second he entered the room. " There is no time to lose." He cast a glance to Lupin. Lupin nodded and left. Dumbledore proceeded to explain. " Arabella Figg is a powerful and skillful witch. She lives near your sister-in-law," James wrinkled his nose.
" Petunia and Vernon?" He inquired distainfully. Dumbledore nodded. " And she has a small secluded house in Godric's Hollow. You should be safe there. And it's a nice place, as well. I'm afraid you cannot go back to The Nest," he said, naming the Potters' home where Voldemort attacked them. " After you left, anything could have happened to the objects you left. There is no way of knowing what kind of dark magic spells have been placed on them, if any," Dumbledore finished. James nodded in resignment.
" Let's go," With a final glance at the ravaged McKinnon house, James Apparated. What no one saw was the tear in his eye as he whispered a phrase. " Rest in peace," he whispered and disappeared.
Two days later, the McKinnons were mourned and buried at a funeral service. The Potters did not attend. Whispers circulated but Dumbledore curteously explained that they had said their blessings and prayers in private. Meanwhile, the Potters were starting a new life of their own.
" Will we ever be safe?" was the question on Lily's lips as they lied in bed together. She felt unfamiliar in the small, dark house, but Jame's reassuring voice came. " Of course, Lil'," he told her. " One day, we'll be safe. And so will little Harry," James turned over and slept, but Lily stayed awake. Through the window of the room, she could see the bright full moon. Although it was a spectacular sight, she felt sorry for Remus. She smiled and walked to the window, sitting down in a wicker rocking chair. A breeze blew past Lily's nightdress as she opened the window and sat staring out into the sky. Hundreds of amazingly bright stars shone in the sky. As she gazed at the moon some more, she remembered a Muggle song she had read when she was a child about the beauty of the moon and dancing in the moonlight. In a whisper, she began to sing it:
" Beckoning to me from the sky,
Hung a milky, silver sphere.
Inviting me to come and play,
To share the world I hold so dear.
Under the glow of the stars,
I step and prance in joyful rapture.
Sleeping waters reflect light from the moon,
Radiating delight that I capture.
Stellar flames light up my face,
Showing all my pleasure and bliss,
As I float in ecstasy,
Savoring a sweet and gentle kiss.
Veiled in the sheer silver light,
I stand looking at the universe,
And marvel that such beauty can be,
Seen and viewed from the Earth.
As I drift off to a restful slumber,
I open my eyes for one last look,
At the curtains of night that slowly close,
Like the scenes from a storybook.
And my eyes close gratefully,
As the celestial glow in the sky,
Bids me farewell for another night,
Then, in calm and peaceful silence I lie."
When she finished singing the song, she went back to bed and after murmuring a quick prayer for the McKinnons, she fell asleep quickly.
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Meanwhile, Harry Potter was waking up from a strange, yet soothing dream. A woman had been singing a soft, lilting song. The haunting and sweet melody still lingered in his dream. He didn't know what it was about, yet he felt calm and happy somehow. Then, unaware he was doing so, he looked out the window of the cupboard and saw the large, full moon. He smiled and fell back to sleep. Somewhere, a woman began to sing again...
" Beckoning to me from the sky......"
THE END
a/n: Okies, people. that was the end of this story, and no prequels or sequels. It's too hard. And in case anyone's wondering about that so-called 'song' about the moon that Lily sang, it's a poem by... ...me!! Yes, your faithful HP fanfic die-hard author is also a poetry nut. Until next time, adieu!
Lorelai
by Lorelai
a/n: Hi, people! This is the last part of Let Me Be......*looks sad* but I had a lotta fun working on this fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it too and here, is the wrapping up of a few loose ends. A huge hug to all of you out there who reviewed and read this! Thanks. Enjoy!
WARNING!: Major gory scenes coming up. Blood and dead bodies. You have been warned. The rating is also PG-13 now!
The day dawned on a gory scene in the McKinnon house. The bodies of Sean and Fiona McKinnon were grotesquely splayed on the kitchen floor. The corpse of Alicia McKinnon was beside those of her children, face down on the ground. The death of Brent McKinnon, which no one save the killer had witnessed, had occurred in the garden, where his body now lay, dismembered and bloodied. His hand still held the hoe limply. Blood thickened and congealed on the grass, blending with the morning dew. Bright daffodils were splattered with traces of dark brown taints, eerily similar to those of blood. The house was silent.
Lily Potter stepped out of thin air with a small pop to land on the grassy lawn. She looked about, expecting some sort of welcome from the McKinnon family, but no one answered her calls. A frown on her pretty face, she poked about the shrubbery in the front garden. She saw some suspicious brown stains in the grass and grew nervous. Hesistantly, her eyes followed the trail of stains to behind a large bush. Almost unwillingly, she pushed aside the shrub and gasped immediately. It was Brent McKinnon, or what was left of him. The tall, good-looking man had been cruelly tortured, Lily saw, through sobs of tears. Still stunned, she tried to brush away more tears. Then, a horrifying thought came to her mind: if Brent had been killed, what had happened to Alica, Sean, and Fiona? Madly, she stumbled out of the bush and ran across the lawn. Unexpectedly, she tripped over a stone and with the wind knocked out of her, she got up slowly. A hand rested on her shoulder. She whirled around to find James with a puzzled look on his face.
" Lil'? What's wrong?" he asked her. She started crying, to his surprise.
" B-brent!! H-he's d-dead," she sobbed in his arms. James was stunned. His close friend of 11 years was dead? He held Lily up and looked into her green eyes. She was telling the truth, he knew. She was crying harder now.
" He's b-beh-hind that b-bush," she stuttered, still weak and hysterical. James took long strides to the shrub and looked behind it. Lily heard a sharp intake of breath and the unmistakeable sounds of crying. She turned around and saw him kneeling over Brent's body. She wiped more tears from her face and helped him away. James' handsome face was crumpled and pained.
" You have to get help!" she whispered to her husband. He nodded. " God knows what happened to Alicia and the kids!" James panicked at this and abruptly Apparated away. Lily stumbled away before he disappeared and into the house. She froze at the sight of the living room. Blood was splattered everywhere. More patches of congealed and dried blood were plastered to the walls. The usually neat room was in a state of disorder, with things scattered and several pieces of furniture knocked over. Lily stepped over the overturned coffee table and wiped away tears at the sight of the blood. Her mind was frantic and thinking. What had happened to Alicia and the kids? She made her way to the kitchen. When she saw what was there, Lily couldn't speak for a whole minute. Her world seemed to turn upside down.
" Holy..." she whispered softly. She couldn't finish her sentence. What she saw was too much for her eyes. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the horrifying sight. Fiona, Sean, and Alicia's bodies all lay on the floor, crushed amid a sea of thickening blood. Alicia's body was untouched but coated in the dark red liquid. Fiona's body was badly mutliated and so was Sean's. Lily could barely recognize Fiona's stubby arm, scarred and sliced to ribbons. A lump rose in her throat and she cried helplessly. She slumped to a small ball on the ground. One more glance at the bodies was too much. Lily threw up on the carpet and she cried more.
A few minutes later, although it seemed like an hour to Lily, James arrived with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, two of their school friends. She had explained the gruesome discovery to them and fainted on the couch. James had stayed with her and carried her outside, Disapparating to the gates of Hogwarts Castle. Lily awoke on the carriage ride up. Through her muddled thoughts and ideas, she suddenly remembered something.
" Harry," she murmured and stirred. " Harry, James. Where's Harry?" James was struck. Suppose the same person who had killed the McKinnons had also killed or harmed Harry? He immediately left after entrusting Lily to Madame Pomfrey, the nurse. He returned to the McKinnon house and found Sirius cuddling a sleeping Harry in his arms.
" We found him in a crib upstairs with a powerful sleeping charm on him. Alicia also put a good concealation and protection charm. The best after the Fidelius Charm." Sirius explained to a relieved James.
James sat down on the couch, holding his head in his hands. " God, what is this?" He sobbed. " How could anyone do this to children, for God's sake? Children!" Sirius patted his friend on the shoulder sympathetically and turned away as a tear slid out of his own eye. The McKinnons had been close friends with the Blacks and Potters. The two friends were disrupted when Dumbledore and Lupin came into the room.
" James, you and Lily are moving." He stated firmly the second he entered the room. " There is no time to lose." He cast a glance to Lupin. Lupin nodded and left. Dumbledore proceeded to explain. " Arabella Figg is a powerful and skillful witch. She lives near your sister-in-law," James wrinkled his nose.
" Petunia and Vernon?" He inquired distainfully. Dumbledore nodded. " And she has a small secluded house in Godric's Hollow. You should be safe there. And it's a nice place, as well. I'm afraid you cannot go back to The Nest," he said, naming the Potters' home where Voldemort attacked them. " After you left, anything could have happened to the objects you left. There is no way of knowing what kind of dark magic spells have been placed on them, if any," Dumbledore finished. James nodded in resignment.
" Let's go," With a final glance at the ravaged McKinnon house, James Apparated. What no one saw was the tear in his eye as he whispered a phrase. " Rest in peace," he whispered and disappeared.
Two days later, the McKinnons were mourned and buried at a funeral service. The Potters did not attend. Whispers circulated but Dumbledore curteously explained that they had said their blessings and prayers in private. Meanwhile, the Potters were starting a new life of their own.
" Will we ever be safe?" was the question on Lily's lips as they lied in bed together. She felt unfamiliar in the small, dark house, but Jame's reassuring voice came. " Of course, Lil'," he told her. " One day, we'll be safe. And so will little Harry," James turned over and slept, but Lily stayed awake. Through the window of the room, she could see the bright full moon. Although it was a spectacular sight, she felt sorry for Remus. She smiled and walked to the window, sitting down in a wicker rocking chair. A breeze blew past Lily's nightdress as she opened the window and sat staring out into the sky. Hundreds of amazingly bright stars shone in the sky. As she gazed at the moon some more, she remembered a Muggle song she had read when she was a child about the beauty of the moon and dancing in the moonlight. In a whisper, she began to sing it:
" Beckoning to me from the sky,
Hung a milky, silver sphere.
Inviting me to come and play,
To share the world I hold so dear.
Under the glow of the stars,
I step and prance in joyful rapture.
Sleeping waters reflect light from the moon,
Radiating delight that I capture.
Stellar flames light up my face,
Showing all my pleasure and bliss,
As I float in ecstasy,
Savoring a sweet and gentle kiss.
Veiled in the sheer silver light,
I stand looking at the universe,
And marvel that such beauty can be,
Seen and viewed from the Earth.
As I drift off to a restful slumber,
I open my eyes for one last look,
At the curtains of night that slowly close,
Like the scenes from a storybook.
And my eyes close gratefully,
As the celestial glow in the sky,
Bids me farewell for another night,
Then, in calm and peaceful silence I lie."
When she finished singing the song, she went back to bed and after murmuring a quick prayer for the McKinnons, she fell asleep quickly.
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Meanwhile, Harry Potter was waking up from a strange, yet soothing dream. A woman had been singing a soft, lilting song. The haunting and sweet melody still lingered in his dream. He didn't know what it was about, yet he felt calm and happy somehow. Then, unaware he was doing so, he looked out the window of the cupboard and saw the large, full moon. He smiled and fell back to sleep. Somewhere, a woman began to sing again...
" Beckoning to me from the sky......"
THE END
a/n: Okies, people. that was the end of this story, and no prequels or sequels. It's too hard. And in case anyone's wondering about that so-called 'song' about the moon that Lily sang, it's a poem by... ...me!! Yes, your faithful HP fanfic die-hard author is also a poetry nut. Until next time, adieu!
Lorelai