Two years later…

Two years later…

"Happy Birthday dear Harry. Happy Birthday to you! HIP HIP HOORAY! HIP HIP HOORAY!" chorused Sirius Black and his wife Celeste, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Professor Albus Dumbledore and Professor Minerva McGonagall. Not to mention Harry's two proud parents James and Lily Potter.

Little Harry looked up at the assorted faces with emerald green eyes inherited from Lily. He grinned (just like James while pulling a prank) and blew a raspberry. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves greatly. Sirius squatted and ruffled Harry's already-messy brown hair, which he had got from James.

Lily, Celeste and Professor McGonagall went into the kitchen where prepared food was ready to be served.

Later on…

While everyone ate Cherry Sundaes prepared by Celeste, James and Professor Dumbledore talked quietly together.

"Thank you so very much for helping us protect Harry from Lord Voldemort, Albus," thanked James in a serious face.

"You are very welcome, James," replies Albus, "You have a charming little boy."

"Yes, I know. But for how long…"

[Lord Voldemort hollered and slammed his fist into the wall of his potion room.

"All my plans have failed. What haven't I tried?" Lord Voldemort said to himself.

"There is only one thing left. One thing…]

A few weeks later…

[Lord Voldemort prepared himself for his last resort. He seemed satisfied and disapparated.]

"Say 'papa', Harry" cooed James, one Sunday afternoon.

"No, say 'mama'," interrupted Lily.

"No, 'papa'."

"Mama."

"Papa."

"Mama."

James and Lily glared at each other. Then smiled. Then burst into fits of laughter. Harry joined in and they all laughed until they cried.

Suddenly, Harry stopped and knitted his eyebrows.

James and Lily stopped and glanced worriedly at Harry, to each other and then back to Harry.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" crooned Lily.

"I wonder what hap-"

James was interrupted by a wave of coldness flowing through the air.

"What the…"

BANG