Chapter 13
Lily had felt stronger as she went down for breakfast that morning; she hummed to herself and stood proud. Some serious thinking had done that. She was Lily Evans- No one could take that away. So, she wasn't going to let the bitch get his way. Killing him would hopefully do that. But whatever she thought the truth still kept cropping up, for the rest of her life. When Harry was born a mere two months ago now, she had felt so happy and free of every thing. Voldemort could not rob her of her life. But as she looked on at the sleeping babe at her chest the truth that she had tried so hard to forget came creeping back up her spine. Harry Potter was the Grandson of the most evil wizard in the last century- at least. And even worse- Harry had her eyes, which meant that he had Voldemorts eyes also. Also Harry was appearing to be a dead ringer of James- which was nice if a bit creepy. Even creepier was the way Harry behaved. Normally babies bale their lungs apart every ten minutes when they were hungry, needed changing- whatever, but Harry wasn't. If he wanted something he would just look at you, and instantly you would know what he was wanting. And it wasn't just a parent child bond-it had happened To Remus, Sirius, Peter every body who crossed this child's path. Sirius was saying some ridiculous thing that Harry was reincarnated and had been so many times he knew he was just a small part of history. He certainly did have that look in his eyes. She and James knew that this child wasn't your average wizard- but what it was they didn't know. On top of that James had admitted a while back that the reason Voldemort was so interested in James was that he was the heir of Gryffindor. And her being the heir of Slytherin, (having found out by some dream that her dear old dad had given her) well it couldn't have a good outcome. But the two of them had refused to take any of that into account- some ugly fucker of a wizard who ruled through fear, ruin the lives that they wanted to have. Through the years that had past since Lily had found out the past of her parentage James had tried to convince her to tell Dumbledore- but the longer she kept it in the harder it was to tell. So Lily had remained silent. "Will this kid //ever// cry?" Sirius asked one evening after sitting next to her on the sofa. Lily chuckled and shrugged "Don't know, surely if he was in pain he would. But I kinda like a silent kid." Harry woke up and looked at his mother, but like ever didn't cry. He then looked at Sirius and smiled slightly. "How's my little Old Soul?" Sirius had taken to calling Harry that after reading in a book, where people who were reincarnated loads of times were called by that. "Ah, he's wants something to eat." He looked back at Harry. "Are we ready to start on the bottle- cos I'm really comfy here and so if your mum, and I don't think she would want me peeking." Harry laughed- but Lily didn't know if it was Sirius' tone of voice or Harry really understood the words-she wouldn't doubt it. "Yeah." Lily said. "My little boy's all grown up, we started him on the bottle the other day, but he doesn't like it." Sirius gave a laugh "Either would I if I was in his position." Lily raised her eyebrows at Sirius who suddenly looked guilty, and Harry seemed to be judging his Godfather. "Quit it.hey quit it Harry. He looks like I dunno.Ming the Merciless with that glare." Lily took Sirius comment into account, and prayed that Harry would turn o his Gryffindor side and not the Slytherin.
Lily had felt stronger as she went down for breakfast that morning; she hummed to herself and stood proud. Some serious thinking had done that. She was Lily Evans- No one could take that away. So, she wasn't going to let the bitch get his way. Killing him would hopefully do that. But whatever she thought the truth still kept cropping up, for the rest of her life. When Harry was born a mere two months ago now, she had felt so happy and free of every thing. Voldemort could not rob her of her life. But as she looked on at the sleeping babe at her chest the truth that she had tried so hard to forget came creeping back up her spine. Harry Potter was the Grandson of the most evil wizard in the last century- at least. And even worse- Harry had her eyes, which meant that he had Voldemorts eyes also. Also Harry was appearing to be a dead ringer of James- which was nice if a bit creepy. Even creepier was the way Harry behaved. Normally babies bale their lungs apart every ten minutes when they were hungry, needed changing- whatever, but Harry wasn't. If he wanted something he would just look at you, and instantly you would know what he was wanting. And it wasn't just a parent child bond-it had happened To Remus, Sirius, Peter every body who crossed this child's path. Sirius was saying some ridiculous thing that Harry was reincarnated and had been so many times he knew he was just a small part of history. He certainly did have that look in his eyes. She and James knew that this child wasn't your average wizard- but what it was they didn't know. On top of that James had admitted a while back that the reason Voldemort was so interested in James was that he was the heir of Gryffindor. And her being the heir of Slytherin, (having found out by some dream that her dear old dad had given her) well it couldn't have a good outcome. But the two of them had refused to take any of that into account- some ugly fucker of a wizard who ruled through fear, ruin the lives that they wanted to have. Through the years that had past since Lily had found out the past of her parentage James had tried to convince her to tell Dumbledore- but the longer she kept it in the harder it was to tell. So Lily had remained silent. "Will this kid //ever// cry?" Sirius asked one evening after sitting next to her on the sofa. Lily chuckled and shrugged "Don't know, surely if he was in pain he would. But I kinda like a silent kid." Harry woke up and looked at his mother, but like ever didn't cry. He then looked at Sirius and smiled slightly. "How's my little Old Soul?" Sirius had taken to calling Harry that after reading in a book, where people who were reincarnated loads of times were called by that. "Ah, he's wants something to eat." He looked back at Harry. "Are we ready to start on the bottle- cos I'm really comfy here and so if your mum, and I don't think she would want me peeking." Harry laughed- but Lily didn't know if it was Sirius' tone of voice or Harry really understood the words-she wouldn't doubt it. "Yeah." Lily said. "My little boy's all grown up, we started him on the bottle the other day, but he doesn't like it." Sirius gave a laugh "Either would I if I was in his position." Lily raised her eyebrows at Sirius who suddenly looked guilty, and Harry seemed to be judging his Godfather. "Quit it.hey quit it Harry. He looks like I dunno.Ming the Merciless with that glare." Lily took Sirius comment into account, and prayed that Harry would turn o his Gryffindor side and not the Slytherin.