Chapter 15
And so it was decided. They were going to stand up against Voldemort. They were not going to let him gain power. Lily was not going to let him. She was going to spite him. She might be the heir of Slytherin, but she was not evil- unlike her father. And other the months that past fighting Voldemort, he had only 'contacted' her once. She had been waiting for James who was late from work and fallen asleep by the fire Harry on her lap. It was the usual one could say asking her to join and stop trying to oppose him, "There's just no point my flower," He had said caressing her cheek. "In the end I shall win. Come with me, and you and that son of yours will have extraordinary power. You must realise that I don't //want// to lose you but if I have to, I will." There was very small comfort that Voldemort was going to try not to kill her yet oddly disturbing. She found that she wasn't scared at the prospect of her father ending her life. 'Just shows how evil he really was prepared to kill his own flesh and blood to get what he wants.' And as the months past, Harry was still not crying, or talking for that matter. He was now eleven months old, and not a sound had escaped that mouth, except for the odd coo, but that didn't count as such. That was when Dumbledore brought the news. Lily and James were very high up in the order so whatever news that he had of Voldemorts plans he told the young couple. That was when Dumbledore told them of the prophecy, made almost three thousand years ago by the shamans and retold by the word of mouth since then. Written down in the time of the Romans in Latin, now Voldemort knew. Dumbledore had found out this by a number of spies that he had in Voldemort's army. Lily was only relatively interested in the prophecy, and as she did the washing up Harry in his bouncer in the doorway, she assured the trusted headmaster that she was indeed listening. "I have absolutely no idea why Voldemort is worrying about this. It makes no sense. But this is indeed Voldemorts next plan. To eliminate this person." Dumbledore told James in the lounge, Harry listening more than Lily was. "Well it must make some sense Albus." "It was made three thousand years ago James. Although the shamans were more precise about divination than our resident teacher." He said, almost bitterly. "So I will tell you non the less." He cleared his throat and Lily was just drying up the dishes. "They will come, He who brings the light The heir, The heir of both Two great houses shall Rule under his Power, Which is unique Kill all evil, which, Lays his path But corrupted he may be For he is the heir of both." That made Lily drop the plate she was drying. Dumbledore was wrong. The prophecy made perfect sense. James the heir of Gryffindor she Slytherin. The two 'great' houses. And the heir of them both, the one in the prophecy, the person it was talking about. That person...he was //Harry// James came running into the kitchen sweeping past Harry, he had obviously heard the smash. "Oh clumsy me." She said, trying to cover up why she had dropped it. At least until Dumbledore had gone. She took out and muttered "Reprio!" and it instantly repaired into her hands. "You alright?" James asked concerned. "Yeah I'm fine." She said rotating her shoulders. "I guess every one's all stressed out nowadays. Maybe I should go out into the garden," she picked Harry up from his bouncer and walked outside with him. Lily sat on a wooden swing Harry on her lap kissing his hair. "I won't let him get you Harry, I won't let him. Not ever." He turned around and wrapped his arms around her. "I know sweetie." She croaked tears falling down her cheeks. Harry looked back at her, a look of non- understanding on his face. "Look at me, all puffy eyed. Maybe it's my hay fever playing up." She laughed slightly. Harry did nothing just stood there, but then he wrapped his arms around her again and. "Don't cry mama, don't cry."
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Authors note:
We felt that this was a good place to leave the story. You know have all the info to draw your own conclusions about what really happened the night Lily and James died. This was not everything is handed to you on a platter and does what all good stories are supposed to do. It makes you think about it.
If we get enough requests one or both of us might think about writing a sequel, but. *shrugs shoulders* I dunno. I hope you enjoyed the story. Many thanks for reading and reviewing.
Luv Rain and Lex
And so it was decided. They were going to stand up against Voldemort. They were not going to let him gain power. Lily was not going to let him. She was going to spite him. She might be the heir of Slytherin, but she was not evil- unlike her father. And other the months that past fighting Voldemort, he had only 'contacted' her once. She had been waiting for James who was late from work and fallen asleep by the fire Harry on her lap. It was the usual one could say asking her to join and stop trying to oppose him, "There's just no point my flower," He had said caressing her cheek. "In the end I shall win. Come with me, and you and that son of yours will have extraordinary power. You must realise that I don't //want// to lose you but if I have to, I will." There was very small comfort that Voldemort was going to try not to kill her yet oddly disturbing. She found that she wasn't scared at the prospect of her father ending her life. 'Just shows how evil he really was prepared to kill his own flesh and blood to get what he wants.' And as the months past, Harry was still not crying, or talking for that matter. He was now eleven months old, and not a sound had escaped that mouth, except for the odd coo, but that didn't count as such. That was when Dumbledore brought the news. Lily and James were very high up in the order so whatever news that he had of Voldemorts plans he told the young couple. That was when Dumbledore told them of the prophecy, made almost three thousand years ago by the shamans and retold by the word of mouth since then. Written down in the time of the Romans in Latin, now Voldemort knew. Dumbledore had found out this by a number of spies that he had in Voldemort's army. Lily was only relatively interested in the prophecy, and as she did the washing up Harry in his bouncer in the doorway, she assured the trusted headmaster that she was indeed listening. "I have absolutely no idea why Voldemort is worrying about this. It makes no sense. But this is indeed Voldemorts next plan. To eliminate this person." Dumbledore told James in the lounge, Harry listening more than Lily was. "Well it must make some sense Albus." "It was made three thousand years ago James. Although the shamans were more precise about divination than our resident teacher." He said, almost bitterly. "So I will tell you non the less." He cleared his throat and Lily was just drying up the dishes. "They will come, He who brings the light The heir, The heir of both Two great houses shall Rule under his Power, Which is unique Kill all evil, which, Lays his path But corrupted he may be For he is the heir of both." That made Lily drop the plate she was drying. Dumbledore was wrong. The prophecy made perfect sense. James the heir of Gryffindor she Slytherin. The two 'great' houses. And the heir of them both, the one in the prophecy, the person it was talking about. That person...he was //Harry// James came running into the kitchen sweeping past Harry, he had obviously heard the smash. "Oh clumsy me." She said, trying to cover up why she had dropped it. At least until Dumbledore had gone. She took out and muttered "Reprio!" and it instantly repaired into her hands. "You alright?" James asked concerned. "Yeah I'm fine." She said rotating her shoulders. "I guess every one's all stressed out nowadays. Maybe I should go out into the garden," she picked Harry up from his bouncer and walked outside with him. Lily sat on a wooden swing Harry on her lap kissing his hair. "I won't let him get you Harry, I won't let him. Not ever." He turned around and wrapped his arms around her. "I know sweetie." She croaked tears falling down her cheeks. Harry looked back at her, a look of non- understanding on his face. "Look at me, all puffy eyed. Maybe it's my hay fever playing up." She laughed slightly. Harry did nothing just stood there, but then he wrapped his arms around her again and. "Don't cry mama, don't cry."
----------THE END--------------
Authors note:
We felt that this was a good place to leave the story. You know have all the info to draw your own conclusions about what really happened the night Lily and James died. This was not everything is handed to you on a platter and does what all good stories are supposed to do. It makes you think about it.
If we get enough requests one or both of us might think about writing a sequel, but. *shrugs shoulders* I dunno. I hope you enjoyed the story. Many thanks for reading and reviewing.
Luv Rain and Lex