Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is not mine.
Claimer: Everything you don't recognize, the plot, and Cynthia Twilight belong to me.
A/N: Hope you like the story! Oh and not to forget I dedicate this cliffhanger to my very 'uncliffhanger' friend, Denisse!
bChapter Two/b
"Mum?" Harry repeated staring in awe at the sight of his 'dead' mother. iMy brain must be playing tricks on me/i, he thought. Then Harry did the most shocking thing he could think of. Skidding down the railing like a dare devil, he launched himself into a tight hug at the Woldim's daughter.
"Mum! I missed you! Where have you been? Is it really you? How are you? Where's dad? What happened? What about Voldermort? How-how-" but before he could finish asking his questions, Uncle Vernon grabbed the collar of his shirt, marched up the stairs, and threw him into his bedroom. Closing the door behind him he launched into a furious roar of anger.
"WHAT IN BLOODY TARNATION DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING LOUNGING AT THE WOLDIM'S DAUGHTER LIKE THAT?"
"But I-"
"HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF THEIR WHOLE FAMILY BY ACTING LIKE A DARE DEVIL JUMPING OFF THE RAILING LIKE A RECKLESS IDIOT YOU LITTLE BASTERED!"
"She was-"
"DON'T YOU DARE COME OUT OF THIS ROOM TONIGHT OR I'LL FLAY YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!"
With that his slammed the door on his way out and with a few clicks, Harry confirmed he was locked inside his room. Hedwig and her chicks screeched defiantly, clearly annoyed at the squabbling. Still curious about the mysterious appearance of his long 'dead' mother he walked over to the door and put his ear to it in hopes to catch strands of their conversation.
"Oh him? That's just Harry. He's a little insane but don't mind him. We keep him locked up as not to hurt himself…" Anger burned inside him. iYah right!/i, Harry thought.
"Wow, I never thought a nice boy like him might have mental problems," Someone said. This made Harry's anger burn even more inside him. iLeave it to Uncle Vernon to spread stupid, phony, fake rumors!/i
There was silence for a moment. Then-
"My daughter Lily," iAha! So she is my mum/i, Harry thought. "Wonders why the boy hugged her and called her 'mum'." Then she went on to explain that Lily was deaf and the hand signs she had just used was Sign Language in which she used to communicate. Harry backed away from the door and almost reeled over in shock resulting in knocking over Hedwig's post making her shriek and flap her wings aggravatingly.
i What? No! Mum can't be deaf. She wasn't even born deaf! If she was deaf, then dad would have known and so would Sirius and Remus. And how could she have heard me call her mum and…/iHarry's thoughts ticked off the reasons why his mother couldn't be deaf. All these thoughts made Harry's head swim so he decided to do his homework.
An hour later when Harry had started on his Jolksmakig Potion, which if poured on anything would make it dissolve instantly into acid and would make a person sleepy if inhaled, he started to feel drowsy. Suddenly remembering he hadn't put a mask on, he quickly trying stuffing the nearest tissue up his nose to prevent any further inhaling. It was too late. Harry feeling too sluggish to move dropped like a stone onto his desk where the sleep world claimed him.
i"Lily RUN! Take Harry and Run!"
"But why-"
"It's him! RUN!"
Hastily Lily grabbed Harry in her arms and ran for her life.
"GO!"
"Oh I think not," a sinister voice said. "The fun has just begun. Solkmekj!"
Lily's legs bound together like if an invisible rope tied itself around her. A cruel high laugh filled the air.
"NO!" she screamed as Harry rolled away from her. "No, no, NO!!"
"Thank you for making this easier for me Lily," he sneered. "Yes this is getting too easy I daresay."
Voldermort walked over to where Harry was laying, but before he could even touch Harry, James tackled him like a football player sending them both crashing into the living room wall.
"Don't you dare touch him!" James hissed as he reached for his wand, but Voldermort was faster.
"Crucio!"
James' screams filled the air as he thrashed around the ground.
"You are worthless in my power, do you hear me?" He spat at James. Then he looked at Lily who finally managed to break the curse and crawl over to Harry.
"Give me the boy."
"Never!" Lily screamed as she increased her hold on Harry's tiny body.
"GIVE HIM TO ME!" He roared.
"NEVER YOU BASTERED!"
"You heard her," James said weakly standing up. "We'll never give him to you."
"I'm getting tired of this game James Potter. Now give me the boy!"
"NEVER WILL YOU TOUCH MY FAMILY!!"
"Imperio!" The curse hit James square on the chest making him sprawl on the floor.
Say yes. Give Harry to me
Remember Lily, remember Harry
Say yes
Never
Say yes!
I won't
SAY IT!
I WON'T!
"NO!" Came James' reply.
Voldermort's faced was filled with fury. He walked over to where James lay and raised his wand holding it straight out, pointing it to his chest.
"Avanda Kedavra!" The jet of green light hit him smack in the center of his forehead absorbing into his body.
"NOOOOO!" Lily sobbed as James' lifeless body dropped with a sickening thud.
Voldermort turned to Lily with a smirk on his evil face.
"Now it is time for you." Lily backed up to the wall, her face twisted in fear, tears now streaming down her face.
"Avanda Kedavra!" Another jet of green light headed towards her way.
There was another thud as Lily dropped to the floor still clutching Harry in her arms. Voldermort walked over to the limp form and pried Harry away from her clutches.
"The greatest Lord ever to be born. Too bad," Voldermort sneered at Harry. "You'll never be able to live past your next birthday."
"Avanda Kedavra!"/i
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry woke up, clutching at his scar, which was bleeding furiously. His hand knocked over the potion he was brewing onto the floor burning a hole through it. Suddenly, Harry fell to the floor, still grasping his scar, now burning a brilliant emerald green.
Millions of miles away, in a quiet neighborhood, a girl by the name of Cynthia Twilight surged into consciousness.
Claimer: Everything you don't recognize, the plot, and Cynthia Twilight belong to me.
A/N: Hope you like the story! Oh and not to forget I dedicate this cliffhanger to my very 'uncliffhanger' friend, Denisse!
bChapter Two/b
"Mum?" Harry repeated staring in awe at the sight of his 'dead' mother. iMy brain must be playing tricks on me/i, he thought. Then Harry did the most shocking thing he could think of. Skidding down the railing like a dare devil, he launched himself into a tight hug at the Woldim's daughter.
"Mum! I missed you! Where have you been? Is it really you? How are you? Where's dad? What happened? What about Voldermort? How-how-" but before he could finish asking his questions, Uncle Vernon grabbed the collar of his shirt, marched up the stairs, and threw him into his bedroom. Closing the door behind him he launched into a furious roar of anger.
"WHAT IN BLOODY TARNATION DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING LOUNGING AT THE WOLDIM'S DAUGHTER LIKE THAT?"
"But I-"
"HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF THEIR WHOLE FAMILY BY ACTING LIKE A DARE DEVIL JUMPING OFF THE RAILING LIKE A RECKLESS IDIOT YOU LITTLE BASTERED!"
"She was-"
"DON'T YOU DARE COME OUT OF THIS ROOM TONIGHT OR I'LL FLAY YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!"
With that his slammed the door on his way out and with a few clicks, Harry confirmed he was locked inside his room. Hedwig and her chicks screeched defiantly, clearly annoyed at the squabbling. Still curious about the mysterious appearance of his long 'dead' mother he walked over to the door and put his ear to it in hopes to catch strands of their conversation.
"Oh him? That's just Harry. He's a little insane but don't mind him. We keep him locked up as not to hurt himself…" Anger burned inside him. iYah right!/i, Harry thought.
"Wow, I never thought a nice boy like him might have mental problems," Someone said. This made Harry's anger burn even more inside him. iLeave it to Uncle Vernon to spread stupid, phony, fake rumors!/i
There was silence for a moment. Then-
"My daughter Lily," iAha! So she is my mum/i, Harry thought. "Wonders why the boy hugged her and called her 'mum'." Then she went on to explain that Lily was deaf and the hand signs she had just used was Sign Language in which she used to communicate. Harry backed away from the door and almost reeled over in shock resulting in knocking over Hedwig's post making her shriek and flap her wings aggravatingly.
i What? No! Mum can't be deaf. She wasn't even born deaf! If she was deaf, then dad would have known and so would Sirius and Remus. And how could she have heard me call her mum and…/iHarry's thoughts ticked off the reasons why his mother couldn't be deaf. All these thoughts made Harry's head swim so he decided to do his homework.
An hour later when Harry had started on his Jolksmakig Potion, which if poured on anything would make it dissolve instantly into acid and would make a person sleepy if inhaled, he started to feel drowsy. Suddenly remembering he hadn't put a mask on, he quickly trying stuffing the nearest tissue up his nose to prevent any further inhaling. It was too late. Harry feeling too sluggish to move dropped like a stone onto his desk where the sleep world claimed him.
i"Lily RUN! Take Harry and Run!"
"But why-"
"It's him! RUN!"
Hastily Lily grabbed Harry in her arms and ran for her life.
"GO!"
"Oh I think not," a sinister voice said. "The fun has just begun. Solkmekj!"
Lily's legs bound together like if an invisible rope tied itself around her. A cruel high laugh filled the air.
"NO!" she screamed as Harry rolled away from her. "No, no, NO!!"
"Thank you for making this easier for me Lily," he sneered. "Yes this is getting too easy I daresay."
Voldermort walked over to where Harry was laying, but before he could even touch Harry, James tackled him like a football player sending them both crashing into the living room wall.
"Don't you dare touch him!" James hissed as he reached for his wand, but Voldermort was faster.
"Crucio!"
James' screams filled the air as he thrashed around the ground.
"You are worthless in my power, do you hear me?" He spat at James. Then he looked at Lily who finally managed to break the curse and crawl over to Harry.
"Give me the boy."
"Never!" Lily screamed as she increased her hold on Harry's tiny body.
"GIVE HIM TO ME!" He roared.
"NEVER YOU BASTERED!"
"You heard her," James said weakly standing up. "We'll never give him to you."
"I'm getting tired of this game James Potter. Now give me the boy!"
"NEVER WILL YOU TOUCH MY FAMILY!!"
"Imperio!" The curse hit James square on the chest making him sprawl on the floor.
Say yes. Give Harry to me
Remember Lily, remember Harry
Say yes
Never
Say yes!
I won't
SAY IT!
I WON'T!
"NO!" Came James' reply.
Voldermort's faced was filled with fury. He walked over to where James lay and raised his wand holding it straight out, pointing it to his chest.
"Avanda Kedavra!" The jet of green light hit him smack in the center of his forehead absorbing into his body.
"NOOOOO!" Lily sobbed as James' lifeless body dropped with a sickening thud.
Voldermort turned to Lily with a smirk on his evil face.
"Now it is time for you." Lily backed up to the wall, her face twisted in fear, tears now streaming down her face.
"Avanda Kedavra!" Another jet of green light headed towards her way.
There was another thud as Lily dropped to the floor still clutching Harry in her arms. Voldermort walked over to the limp form and pried Harry away from her clutches.
"The greatest Lord ever to be born. Too bad," Voldermort sneered at Harry. "You'll never be able to live past your next birthday."
"Avanda Kedavra!"/i
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry woke up, clutching at his scar, which was bleeding furiously. His hand knocked over the potion he was brewing onto the floor burning a hole through it. Suddenly, Harry fell to the floor, still grasping his scar, now burning a brilliant emerald green.
Millions of miles away, in a quiet neighborhood, a girl by the name of Cynthia Twilight surged into consciousness.