Author's Notes- Chapter 29! Oy, I'm getting to the 30's! Yea! Anyways,
guess what happens in this chapter? Harry's born (don't worry, nothing
graphic). Yep! By the way, Day, if you're reading this, thanks for calling
me a professional ¦-). By the way, if you could please ignore the section
break down there, I can't delete it so you'll have to deal with it.
Discamer- I don't own anything, it all belongs to the Great-Harry-Potter- People-Who-Belong-In-the-Hall-of-Fame-and-Should-Be-Buried-in-Westminister- Abbey. I own Anya, somewhat. Not the idea, just her NAME THAT RELATES TO THE IDEA. Ok, forget it, I don't own Anya.
1 Lily's Lake
1.1 Chapter 29
"This is so exciting!" Anya cried, holding up a little bear, "Where do you want this?"
"On the rocking chair," I answered.
"Would put it there if I could, Lils, but you're kinda sitting there," Anya said, shrugging, and put it on the windowsill.
"Sorry, I know I shouldn't be sitting on the job, but I'm tired," I replied, and sat up.
"Don't worry about it. I find this utterly enjoyable. Besides, your allowed," Anya said, and smiled.
"We've decided on names," I told her.
"Oh, really? Do tell," Anya said, grinned, and turned to face me.
"If it's a boy we're going to name it Harry, and if it's a girl we're going to name it Erika," I said.
"Nice names," Anya agreed. "Just could just a little bit more Anya."
"I think a little bit more 'Anya' could ruin it," I said. "Also, if it's a boy Sirius is going to be his god-father, and if it's a girl you're going to be the god-mother."
"Oh, I feel so privelaged," Anya said sarcasticly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Where do you want this?" Anya asked, holding up a blanket.
"Rocking chair," I answered.
"Windowsill," Anya added, and set the folded blanket next to the teddy bear.
Anya and I were organizing the nursery while James and Sirius tried (keyword: tried) to put the crib together downstairs.
"I wish Andrea and Netta could have been here to see this," I whispered.
"So do I," Anya agreed, not in her usual very loud voice.
There was a moment of silence. But the silence was broken by Sirius bounding up the steps two at a time.
"LILS! ANYA!" he yelled.
We turned and looked through the doorway.
"Have you seen the direction packet?" Sirius asked.
"You guys have it," I answered.
"We do?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah," Anya said, "We gave it to you just as you guys went downstairs to set it up. Don't tell me you lost it already."
"Um, we might have it. PRONGS! DO WE HAVE THE DIRECTIONS DOWN THERE?" Sirius yelled.
"NO!" I heard James from downstairs.
"Don't know what to tell you then," I said, and shrugged.
"We'll just wing it then," Sirius said, and skipped downstairs, missing a step and falling halfway down.
We laughed.
"I feel sorry for that baby. The crib's going to break in the middle of the night, poor thing," Anya said, shaking her head.
I laughed, and sat back down in the rocking chair.
* * *
Some other day
As told by Anya Jones
I was sitting in my living room, in my new house (yeah, I had moved out of the apartment), reading the Daily Prophet.
"More depressing news, go figure," I whispered.
I heard a tapping at my window, and looked up. Lily's owl, Mandy, was at the window. I went over to the window and Mandy flew in, dropping a letter on my couch and flying to the top of my grandfather clock. I sat down and opened the letter.
Dear Anya, I'm at Mungo's. Our son, Harry, was born August 1st (A/N- Ok, so I forgot what day his b-day is. Is it a crime?). We'll be coming home soon. Lily
I tucked the letter in my pocket, took some flu powder, and traveled to Sirius' house. We had some planning to do.
* * *
A few days later
As told by Lily Evans
When we arrived at the house via-floo powder it seemed empty. I held Harry in my arms. He was sleeping.
I took off my coat and went to put Harry to bed. As I walked into the hallway Anya, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and a few of our other friends (like the ones we had met at the resistance) jumped out.
"SURPRISE!" Anya yelled.
"Anya!" I hissed.
"What?" Anya asked.
"You're going to wake him up!" I hissed.
"Oh, oops," she whispered, and covered her mouth.
James came into the hallway to see what the commotion was and saw all the people gathering here.
"Oh, shucks, couldn't you guys have warned us? We don't have any party food," James said, sarcasticly of course.
"Don't worry 'bout those Prongs. Got 'em," Sirius said.
(Author's Notes- ignore the break, I can't delete it).
"Congratulations you two!" Anya cried.
"Thanks. Sirius, get over and hold your god-son!" I called.
Sirius clampered it over, and took Harry into his arms. He held him and said, "Ok, bets on what he'll look like when he grows up!"
"Sirius!" Anya cried, hitting his arm. Then, turning to me she said, "He's very cute, Lils."
"Thanks," I said. "You can hold him."
Anya took Harry, and smiled.
"Perfect picture, Anya practicing for when Sirius and her have kids!" James called.
Two people glared at him.
"Just kidding, everyone," James said quickly.
"You'd better be," Anya said dully.
About a half and hour later Harry was up in his crib (after getting passed around the room), and the boys were out in the kitchen, doing something or another. The rest of us were in the living room, talking.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I said, jumped up, and ran to the door.
Dumbledore stood on the other side of the door.
"Hello, Professor," I said, smiling.
"Hello, Mrs. Potter. Congratulations," Dumbledore told me.
"Thank you. Would you like to see Harry? He's just upstairs," I asked.
"Well, considering where I am, I might as well," Dumbledore said, and smiled at me.
"Good. Come on, follow me," I said, and led Dumbledore upstairs to Harry's bedroom.
I picked up Harry out of the cradle, and showed him to Dumbledore.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I whispered.
"Yes, he is," Dumbledore said, and suddenly sighed a very depressed sigh.
"Somethings wrong, I know it. What is it, Professor?" I asked, holding Harry close.
"I'm afriad Mrs. Potter, that your mother in law has died," Dumbledore whispered.
"Died?" I asked. "How did she die?"
Dumbledore gave me a meaningful look.
I nodded, and whispered, "It was Voldemort, wasn't it?"
"It seems not even a hospital is safe from him. I fear that you three will be next," Dumbledore whispered.
I nodded. What was I supposed to say to that?
"I would like to talk to you and James sometime, alone. There might be a way of protecting you," Dumbledore said.
"Thank you, Professor. Thank you for your news, and all that you've done for us," I whispered, "I have to go talk to James."
I set Harry back in his crib, and started to leave.
(Author's Notes- again, do not mind the break, this is still the same scene!)
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, turning around.
"Oh no, I'd like a moment with Harry anyway," Dumbledore answered, "Go on. But I might leave before seeing you again."
"Thank you. I'll see you soon, I hope," I whispered.
"Yes, as do I," Dumbledore said.
I left the room, just missing Dumbledore whispering to Harry, "You have some very brave parents, dear boy. Indeed, you do."
Downstairs, I heard laughing coming from both the kitchen and living room. When I passed the living room all the girls turned to look at me.
"Lils!" Anya cried.
Then she saw me. My face was very depressed, and I glanced at her. But then I continued to the kitchen. I opened the door and saw the men, laughing.
"James," I whispered, "Dumbledore's here. I… I have to talk to you… it's about your mother."
James followed me out into the hallway.
"James, I am so sorry. It was him, he… he got to her," I whispered.
James knew what I was talking about. He knew that his mother was dead. He knew Voldemort had killed her. He knew why: something I never knew.
Author's Notes- how did you like it? Another short one, I know. And I'm sorry about the section breaks, I can't figure out how to delete them, and then at each page break they multiply! It's ANNOYING! Ok, so Harry's born and Mrs. Potter (James' mom) dies, all in one SHORT chapter! Oh, well. I hope you liked it. If you didn't I would like to quote a famous saying. *AHEM* "IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL." Thank you, thank you. Come back for more!
Any additional comments can be sent to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
Thanks!
Thanks to my beta-reader- Dragon Enchantress (go read her HP fics!).
L/J FOREVER!
Discamer- I don't own anything, it all belongs to the Great-Harry-Potter- People-Who-Belong-In-the-Hall-of-Fame-and-Should-Be-Buried-in-Westminister- Abbey. I own Anya, somewhat. Not the idea, just her NAME THAT RELATES TO THE IDEA. Ok, forget it, I don't own Anya.
1 Lily's Lake
1.1 Chapter 29
"This is so exciting!" Anya cried, holding up a little bear, "Where do you want this?"
"On the rocking chair," I answered.
"Would put it there if I could, Lils, but you're kinda sitting there," Anya said, shrugging, and put it on the windowsill.
"Sorry, I know I shouldn't be sitting on the job, but I'm tired," I replied, and sat up.
"Don't worry about it. I find this utterly enjoyable. Besides, your allowed," Anya said, and smiled.
"We've decided on names," I told her.
"Oh, really? Do tell," Anya said, grinned, and turned to face me.
"If it's a boy we're going to name it Harry, and if it's a girl we're going to name it Erika," I said.
"Nice names," Anya agreed. "Just could just a little bit more Anya."
"I think a little bit more 'Anya' could ruin it," I said. "Also, if it's a boy Sirius is going to be his god-father, and if it's a girl you're going to be the god-mother."
"Oh, I feel so privelaged," Anya said sarcasticly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Where do you want this?" Anya asked, holding up a blanket.
"Rocking chair," I answered.
"Windowsill," Anya added, and set the folded blanket next to the teddy bear.
Anya and I were organizing the nursery while James and Sirius tried (keyword: tried) to put the crib together downstairs.
"I wish Andrea and Netta could have been here to see this," I whispered.
"So do I," Anya agreed, not in her usual very loud voice.
There was a moment of silence. But the silence was broken by Sirius bounding up the steps two at a time.
"LILS! ANYA!" he yelled.
We turned and looked through the doorway.
"Have you seen the direction packet?" Sirius asked.
"You guys have it," I answered.
"We do?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah," Anya said, "We gave it to you just as you guys went downstairs to set it up. Don't tell me you lost it already."
"Um, we might have it. PRONGS! DO WE HAVE THE DIRECTIONS DOWN THERE?" Sirius yelled.
"NO!" I heard James from downstairs.
"Don't know what to tell you then," I said, and shrugged.
"We'll just wing it then," Sirius said, and skipped downstairs, missing a step and falling halfway down.
We laughed.
"I feel sorry for that baby. The crib's going to break in the middle of the night, poor thing," Anya said, shaking her head.
I laughed, and sat back down in the rocking chair.
* * *
Some other day
As told by Anya Jones
I was sitting in my living room, in my new house (yeah, I had moved out of the apartment), reading the Daily Prophet.
"More depressing news, go figure," I whispered.
I heard a tapping at my window, and looked up. Lily's owl, Mandy, was at the window. I went over to the window and Mandy flew in, dropping a letter on my couch and flying to the top of my grandfather clock. I sat down and opened the letter.
Dear Anya, I'm at Mungo's. Our son, Harry, was born August 1st (A/N- Ok, so I forgot what day his b-day is. Is it a crime?). We'll be coming home soon. Lily
I tucked the letter in my pocket, took some flu powder, and traveled to Sirius' house. We had some planning to do.
* * *
A few days later
As told by Lily Evans
When we arrived at the house via-floo powder it seemed empty. I held Harry in my arms. He was sleeping.
I took off my coat and went to put Harry to bed. As I walked into the hallway Anya, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and a few of our other friends (like the ones we had met at the resistance) jumped out.
"SURPRISE!" Anya yelled.
"Anya!" I hissed.
"What?" Anya asked.
"You're going to wake him up!" I hissed.
"Oh, oops," she whispered, and covered her mouth.
James came into the hallway to see what the commotion was and saw all the people gathering here.
"Oh, shucks, couldn't you guys have warned us? We don't have any party food," James said, sarcasticly of course.
"Don't worry 'bout those Prongs. Got 'em," Sirius said.
(Author's Notes- ignore the break, I can't delete it).
"Congratulations you two!" Anya cried.
"Thanks. Sirius, get over and hold your god-son!" I called.
Sirius clampered it over, and took Harry into his arms. He held him and said, "Ok, bets on what he'll look like when he grows up!"
"Sirius!" Anya cried, hitting his arm. Then, turning to me she said, "He's very cute, Lils."
"Thanks," I said. "You can hold him."
Anya took Harry, and smiled.
"Perfect picture, Anya practicing for when Sirius and her have kids!" James called.
Two people glared at him.
"Just kidding, everyone," James said quickly.
"You'd better be," Anya said dully.
About a half and hour later Harry was up in his crib (after getting passed around the room), and the boys were out in the kitchen, doing something or another. The rest of us were in the living room, talking.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I said, jumped up, and ran to the door.
Dumbledore stood on the other side of the door.
"Hello, Professor," I said, smiling.
"Hello, Mrs. Potter. Congratulations," Dumbledore told me.
"Thank you. Would you like to see Harry? He's just upstairs," I asked.
"Well, considering where I am, I might as well," Dumbledore said, and smiled at me.
"Good. Come on, follow me," I said, and led Dumbledore upstairs to Harry's bedroom.
I picked up Harry out of the cradle, and showed him to Dumbledore.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I whispered.
"Yes, he is," Dumbledore said, and suddenly sighed a very depressed sigh.
"Somethings wrong, I know it. What is it, Professor?" I asked, holding Harry close.
"I'm afriad Mrs. Potter, that your mother in law has died," Dumbledore whispered.
"Died?" I asked. "How did she die?"
Dumbledore gave me a meaningful look.
I nodded, and whispered, "It was Voldemort, wasn't it?"
"It seems not even a hospital is safe from him. I fear that you three will be next," Dumbledore whispered.
I nodded. What was I supposed to say to that?
"I would like to talk to you and James sometime, alone. There might be a way of protecting you," Dumbledore said.
"Thank you, Professor. Thank you for your news, and all that you've done for us," I whispered, "I have to go talk to James."
I set Harry back in his crib, and started to leave.
(Author's Notes- again, do not mind the break, this is still the same scene!)
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, turning around.
"Oh no, I'd like a moment with Harry anyway," Dumbledore answered, "Go on. But I might leave before seeing you again."
"Thank you. I'll see you soon, I hope," I whispered.
"Yes, as do I," Dumbledore said.
I left the room, just missing Dumbledore whispering to Harry, "You have some very brave parents, dear boy. Indeed, you do."
Downstairs, I heard laughing coming from both the kitchen and living room. When I passed the living room all the girls turned to look at me.
"Lils!" Anya cried.
Then she saw me. My face was very depressed, and I glanced at her. But then I continued to the kitchen. I opened the door and saw the men, laughing.
"James," I whispered, "Dumbledore's here. I… I have to talk to you… it's about your mother."
James followed me out into the hallway.
"James, I am so sorry. It was him, he… he got to her," I whispered.
James knew what I was talking about. He knew that his mother was dead. He knew Voldemort had killed her. He knew why: something I never knew.
Author's Notes- how did you like it? Another short one, I know. And I'm sorry about the section breaks, I can't figure out how to delete them, and then at each page break they multiply! It's ANNOYING! Ok, so Harry's born and Mrs. Potter (James' mom) dies, all in one SHORT chapter! Oh, well. I hope you liked it. If you didn't I would like to quote a famous saying. *AHEM* "IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL." Thank you, thank you. Come back for more!
Any additional comments can be sent to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
Thanks!
Thanks to my beta-reader- Dragon Enchantress (go read her HP fics!).
L/J FOREVER!