Author's Notes- hello, all! This is chapter 30 of Lily's Lake. *Sobs*. This
story is almost done, and I have three more on their way, two L/J and the
sequel to this. Ahem, by the way, I did NOT steal Anya from Buffy the
Vampire Slayer, as someone suggested, cuz I don't even know there was until
I emailed somebody (Hiya, Day!), Just thought I'd mention it. So, anyways,
this is Harry's 1st b-day. We learn about the whole Secret-keeper
situation, and *gasps*, Lily is… I'm not telling. Read to find out. I know,
I'm cruel. Anyways, this chapter is VERY important for another up-coming
story. Oh, yes, my beta-reader has yet to email me, and I know you guys
really want to see these, so this one and the one before have not been beta-
read yet! Be nice! So, read, and then review!
Disclamer- I don't own anything, anything! It belongs to the wonderful Harry Potter people. And I did NOT steal Anya from Buffy.
I think that's all.
1 Lily's Lake
1.1 Chapter 30
"Sirius, please, nothing dangerous," I warned Sirius as James, Sirius, Harry, Anya, and I sat in the living room.
James and I were just getting ready to leave. Dumbledore had sent an owl saying he wanted to see us. Sirius and Anya were over to watch Harry while we were gone.
"No bickering, and, please, don't blow up the house," I said.
"What about the garage? Can we blow up the garage?" Sirius asked.
"No," I answered.
"Dang, I really wanted to see that go up, too…" Sirius said.
"If we're not back by eight I want Harry in bed, okay? And remember, nothing dangerous, and no bickering!" I cried.
"This from the girl who used to yell, 'I hate James Potter' at the top of her lungs," Sirius hissed.
"Yeah, but now her name is Mrs. James Potter," Anya agreed.
I glared at them.
"Ok, okay, I think they get the point. Come on, let's go," James said, grabbing my arm.
"Be careful, Lils," Anya said, "Don't want anything to happen, you know."
I smiled, and looked down.
"I will be," I promised.
I had good reason to be careful. I was pregnant this time. Harry was going to have a little brother/sister.
"Come on," James said, and took my hand.
"Bye, Harry. Be good for Sirius and Anya, allright?" I asked.
The only response was a big smile. James grinned, and whispered something about a "chip off the old block".
"Ok, let's go," I said.
We took the floo powder, and threw it in the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" we yelled, and jumped in.
"Ah, Lily, James, good to see you," Dumbledore said, looking up from his desk as we fell in through the fireplace.
"Hello, Professor," we both said.
"Sit down, why don't you," Dumbledore told us, waving to two of the chairs in front of his desk.
James and I sat down opposite of Dumbledore, who looked at us through his spectacles.
"How are you, James?" Dumbledore asked.
"Fine, thanks," James answered.
"What about Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"He's doing really well. I caught James trying to fit him on one of those childish broomsticks the other day…" I started.
"I gotta get him trained for when he gets to Hogwarts. He's going to play Quidditch," James said, proudly.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"And you, Lily, how are you?" Dumbledore asked.
"I feel fine," I answered.
"How about the baby? How is it doing?" Dumbledore asked.
"Only a few more months," I answered.
"Good. What are you going to name it?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.
"If it's a boy we're thinking about James Jr…" I said.
"But, don't worry, we are not going to call it Junior," James put in, making me laugh.
"And if it's a girl we're going to name her Erika," I said.
"Good choices, fine names that I would be proud to have," Dumbledore said, then his tone grew serious, "What are you going to do with her?"
I was a bit surprised. What did he mean, what were we going to do with her?
"What do you mean?" James echoed my own thoughts.
"Well, Voldemort is on the rampage now, more and more killings every week, you two and your family are certainly not safe. Are you going to keep the child and raise it in hiding? Surely, if Voldemort finds out that the Potter family is growing, he will want to kill you all quicker," Dumbledore said.
"There's nothing else we can do. We're going to raise them right along with Harry, I suppose," I whispered.
"What if I told you I had an almost sure way of protecting that child, if you would give them up? Would you do it?" Dumbledore asked.
I was silent for a moment.
"Protecting them is very important, of course, but I don't know. Why do you ask?" I asked.
James was just as confused as I was. How could we give up the child and ensure it's safety. Nowhere was safe these days, NOWHERE.
"I've thought of a way we could bring the child to safety. Unfortuately, we can not do any such thing with Harry, he is allready known to exist, and he is too old. But a newborn… a newborn would be much easier. And I can think of no other family more in need or more perfect than yours," Dumbledore said.
There was another uneasy silence.
"Tell us," James whispered.
"Well, soon after the child is born, we are talking about a matter of days, we would take the child, and bring them to a Muggle Orphanage…" Dumbledore started, slowly, as if thinking it out himself.
"They wouldn't be safe there. Voldemort is after Muggles as well," I cut in.
"You are right. But, perhaps, if we told everyone who knew you were expecting the child had died, then bring the child home secretly. James, you still have your Invisibility cloak, I presume? We could use that to cover them. I know people at Mungos who could make it look as if the child had died, and are trustworthy to make sure the secret doesn't escape. A few days after the birth, once you were home, I would come over to your house. Then, that night, after you put Harry to sleep, I would preform a very rare spell I found in an old spell book of mine, that will take us into the future, how ever many years you want. We could leave the child at an orphanage there, and come right back before we change anything. It is rather simple, if you think about it," Dumbledore said.
We were quiet. Get rid of the baby? Of course, they would be well protected. No one would know it was our's, so there would be no need to kill it. They would be safe, and that was the largest thing.
"You can think about, and give me your answer when you are ready," Dumbledore said, "I know this will be a hard decision."
James gripped my hand, tighter, and looked at me. I nodded. It was the best for them. They would be better off, and we, as their parents, should give that chance to them.
"We have our answer for you right now, Professor," James said.
Dumbledore listened.
James nodded at me, then turned back to Dumbledore, "It's the best thing for them. They'll be safer, and when things are safe again, we can go back for them."
"Wonderful. You are doing the right thing. Now, however, we must talk about your safety. Your safety is a little bit more based on trust. I know you have been talking about going into hiding," Dumbledore said.
"Yes, we all are," I agreed.
"Well, this could help you, a lot," Dumbledore said.
He explained about another charm, that would hide James, Harry, and I. And about how we would have a "Secret Keeper" who would be the only one who knew the "secret".
"If I may, I suggest that you make me your Secret Keeper," Dumbledore said.
"I think we should have Sirius be the Secret Keeper. He is going into hiding soon himself," James said.
Dumbledore tried to persuade us, but Sirius did seem the better choice. A few hours later, James and I returned home.
The meeting was over, but we would meet again, to finalize plans for the protection charm, and the time turning charm to send our yet-to-be-born child into the future.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" we sang as I carried out the birthday cake, a single candle lit on top.
Sirius went on chanting "What's your girlfriend's first name? What's your girlfriend's first name?" until Remus slapped his arm and he stopped to complain about how he had hurt him.
Meanwhile I cut the cake, giving a piece to Harry in his highchair. It was Harry's first birthday.
Anya, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were all in attendance to the party.
"I want a piece of cake!" Sirius cried. "I want the biggest!"
"Sirius, shut up, you'll get what you get," Remus said, than called for me to give them cake.
So I did, and Sirius exploded on how Remus had more frosting than he did.
"Boys," Anya whispered, and rolled her eyes.
After cake was eaten, and the presents unwrapped I brought Harry upstairs for his nap, and the conversation in the living room turned from our days at Hogwarts to the Secret Keeper.
"It's Sirius, right?" Anya asked.
"Yeah, we thought Sirius would be the best since he's going into hiding right after us, so, you know, if the Secret Keeper is in hiding, so is your secret," James answered.
After everyone was getting ready to leave, Sirius hung around. Anya, Remus, and Peter left, but Sirius stayed.
"James, Lils, we have to pow wow," Sirius said once they were all gone.
"About what?" I asked.
"I don't think you should make me your secret keeper," Sirius answered.
"Why not?" James asked.
"Well, I am the obvious choice. If Voldemort wants to get to you, he'll go to me first, since James' best friend. I'm the obvious choice," Sirius answered, "And if he does, you'll be discovered."
"Well, who do you think we should use, then?" I asked.
"Peter."
"Peter? Why Peter?" I asked.
"He's the most unobvious choice. Think about it, the small, fat, guy who always hung around with us vs. me, the tall, skinny, guy who was basically with James wherever he went. Anyone would think me, NOT Peter," Sirius answered.
"Sirius…" James started.
"I've put a lot of thought into this, and I think this is a good idea," Sirius said.
"Allright, we'll ask Peter. I'm only trusting that his is a good idea because you're one of my best friends," James said.
"And I'm trusting you because James is," I agreed.
"Then it's settled. Peter will be your secret keeper, not me," Sirius said, and smiled. "Finally, you all listen to me."
"Sirius!"
"Peter? Can you come over here?" James asked.
"Yeah, sure," Peter answered.
"You know I trust you, right?" James asked.
"Of course," Peter answered.
(A/N- KILL! KILL the DIRTY RAT! Srry).
"Peter, Lily and I have something we want to ask of you. It's really important, and top secret," James whispered.
I stood behind him, trying to keep my composure. I never did like the rat, and know I was trusting him with not only my life, but that of my husband's, son's, and unborn child's!
"What?" Peter asked.
"We want you to be our Secret Keeper."
"Master! Master! I bring you good news!" Wormtail yelled, running into the room.
"What is it, Wormtail?" Voldemort yelled.
The room was dark. Beside Voldemort's seat stood two people: an adult and a young baby girl. The baby girl grinned as she watched.
"It's about the Potters!" Wormtail cried.
"The Potter's eh? Well, spit it out!" Voldemort yelled.
Wormtail hesitated only a second, then replied, "They are planning on making me their Secret Keeper."
"Finally! This is perfect! I shall have the Potter's lives in my hands, and I shall crush them!" Voldemort yelled, then turned to the two figures beside him, "What do you think my son?"
"It is wonderful, Master," the son answered.
"And you, Ruth, what do you think?" Voldemort asked, adressing the little girl.
She merely grinned.
"Finally, I shall have the Potters just where I want them!" Voldemort yelled, and laughed.
A/N- KILL THE RAT! KILL THE RAT! Oh, hi, everyone. So, how did you like it. Yes, Lily's pregnant again, but hey, don't worry about it (if you don't like it, think about it this way, I'M THE AUTHOR, I DO ANYTHING I WANT WITH THIS STORY, sorry *slaps self, yelling "bad self! You're scaring the reviewers!"*). There's only a few chapter's left. Sorry I haven't gotten these up as fast as I would like to, but, hey, I'm busy (my teachers have been laying down the homework). By the way, thanks to Dragoness Enchantress who is the world's absolute best beta-reader! I won't update for a while, since it's spring break and I have to spend it with my dad… But Chapter 31 is nearly done!
R&R!
Any additional comments? Email me at StarlightEve111@aol.com or tiff637@yahoo.com
L/J FOREVER!
Disclamer- I don't own anything, anything! It belongs to the wonderful Harry Potter people. And I did NOT steal Anya from Buffy.
I think that's all.
1 Lily's Lake
1.1 Chapter 30
"Sirius, please, nothing dangerous," I warned Sirius as James, Sirius, Harry, Anya, and I sat in the living room.
James and I were just getting ready to leave. Dumbledore had sent an owl saying he wanted to see us. Sirius and Anya were over to watch Harry while we were gone.
"No bickering, and, please, don't blow up the house," I said.
"What about the garage? Can we blow up the garage?" Sirius asked.
"No," I answered.
"Dang, I really wanted to see that go up, too…" Sirius said.
"If we're not back by eight I want Harry in bed, okay? And remember, nothing dangerous, and no bickering!" I cried.
"This from the girl who used to yell, 'I hate James Potter' at the top of her lungs," Sirius hissed.
"Yeah, but now her name is Mrs. James Potter," Anya agreed.
I glared at them.
"Ok, okay, I think they get the point. Come on, let's go," James said, grabbing my arm.
"Be careful, Lils," Anya said, "Don't want anything to happen, you know."
I smiled, and looked down.
"I will be," I promised.
I had good reason to be careful. I was pregnant this time. Harry was going to have a little brother/sister.
"Come on," James said, and took my hand.
"Bye, Harry. Be good for Sirius and Anya, allright?" I asked.
The only response was a big smile. James grinned, and whispered something about a "chip off the old block".
"Ok, let's go," I said.
We took the floo powder, and threw it in the fireplace.
"Hogwarts!" we yelled, and jumped in.
"Ah, Lily, James, good to see you," Dumbledore said, looking up from his desk as we fell in through the fireplace.
"Hello, Professor," we both said.
"Sit down, why don't you," Dumbledore told us, waving to two of the chairs in front of his desk.
James and I sat down opposite of Dumbledore, who looked at us through his spectacles.
"How are you, James?" Dumbledore asked.
"Fine, thanks," James answered.
"What about Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"He's doing really well. I caught James trying to fit him on one of those childish broomsticks the other day…" I started.
"I gotta get him trained for when he gets to Hogwarts. He's going to play Quidditch," James said, proudly.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"And you, Lily, how are you?" Dumbledore asked.
"I feel fine," I answered.
"How about the baby? How is it doing?" Dumbledore asked.
"Only a few more months," I answered.
"Good. What are you going to name it?" Dumbledore asked, smiling.
"If it's a boy we're thinking about James Jr…" I said.
"But, don't worry, we are not going to call it Junior," James put in, making me laugh.
"And if it's a girl we're going to name her Erika," I said.
"Good choices, fine names that I would be proud to have," Dumbledore said, then his tone grew serious, "What are you going to do with her?"
I was a bit surprised. What did he mean, what were we going to do with her?
"What do you mean?" James echoed my own thoughts.
"Well, Voldemort is on the rampage now, more and more killings every week, you two and your family are certainly not safe. Are you going to keep the child and raise it in hiding? Surely, if Voldemort finds out that the Potter family is growing, he will want to kill you all quicker," Dumbledore said.
"There's nothing else we can do. We're going to raise them right along with Harry, I suppose," I whispered.
"What if I told you I had an almost sure way of protecting that child, if you would give them up? Would you do it?" Dumbledore asked.
I was silent for a moment.
"Protecting them is very important, of course, but I don't know. Why do you ask?" I asked.
James was just as confused as I was. How could we give up the child and ensure it's safety. Nowhere was safe these days, NOWHERE.
"I've thought of a way we could bring the child to safety. Unfortuately, we can not do any such thing with Harry, he is allready known to exist, and he is too old. But a newborn… a newborn would be much easier. And I can think of no other family more in need or more perfect than yours," Dumbledore said.
There was another uneasy silence.
"Tell us," James whispered.
"Well, soon after the child is born, we are talking about a matter of days, we would take the child, and bring them to a Muggle Orphanage…" Dumbledore started, slowly, as if thinking it out himself.
"They wouldn't be safe there. Voldemort is after Muggles as well," I cut in.
"You are right. But, perhaps, if we told everyone who knew you were expecting the child had died, then bring the child home secretly. James, you still have your Invisibility cloak, I presume? We could use that to cover them. I know people at Mungos who could make it look as if the child had died, and are trustworthy to make sure the secret doesn't escape. A few days after the birth, once you were home, I would come over to your house. Then, that night, after you put Harry to sleep, I would preform a very rare spell I found in an old spell book of mine, that will take us into the future, how ever many years you want. We could leave the child at an orphanage there, and come right back before we change anything. It is rather simple, if you think about it," Dumbledore said.
We were quiet. Get rid of the baby? Of course, they would be well protected. No one would know it was our's, so there would be no need to kill it. They would be safe, and that was the largest thing.
"You can think about, and give me your answer when you are ready," Dumbledore said, "I know this will be a hard decision."
James gripped my hand, tighter, and looked at me. I nodded. It was the best for them. They would be better off, and we, as their parents, should give that chance to them.
"We have our answer for you right now, Professor," James said.
Dumbledore listened.
James nodded at me, then turned back to Dumbledore, "It's the best thing for them. They'll be safer, and when things are safe again, we can go back for them."
"Wonderful. You are doing the right thing. Now, however, we must talk about your safety. Your safety is a little bit more based on trust. I know you have been talking about going into hiding," Dumbledore said.
"Yes, we all are," I agreed.
"Well, this could help you, a lot," Dumbledore said.
He explained about another charm, that would hide James, Harry, and I. And about how we would have a "Secret Keeper" who would be the only one who knew the "secret".
"If I may, I suggest that you make me your Secret Keeper," Dumbledore said.
"I think we should have Sirius be the Secret Keeper. He is going into hiding soon himself," James said.
Dumbledore tried to persuade us, but Sirius did seem the better choice. A few hours later, James and I returned home.
The meeting was over, but we would meet again, to finalize plans for the protection charm, and the time turning charm to send our yet-to-be-born child into the future.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Harry, happy birthday to you!" we sang as I carried out the birthday cake, a single candle lit on top.
Sirius went on chanting "What's your girlfriend's first name? What's your girlfriend's first name?" until Remus slapped his arm and he stopped to complain about how he had hurt him.
Meanwhile I cut the cake, giving a piece to Harry in his highchair. It was Harry's first birthday.
Anya, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were all in attendance to the party.
"I want a piece of cake!" Sirius cried. "I want the biggest!"
"Sirius, shut up, you'll get what you get," Remus said, than called for me to give them cake.
So I did, and Sirius exploded on how Remus had more frosting than he did.
"Boys," Anya whispered, and rolled her eyes.
After cake was eaten, and the presents unwrapped I brought Harry upstairs for his nap, and the conversation in the living room turned from our days at Hogwarts to the Secret Keeper.
"It's Sirius, right?" Anya asked.
"Yeah, we thought Sirius would be the best since he's going into hiding right after us, so, you know, if the Secret Keeper is in hiding, so is your secret," James answered.
After everyone was getting ready to leave, Sirius hung around. Anya, Remus, and Peter left, but Sirius stayed.
"James, Lils, we have to pow wow," Sirius said once they were all gone.
"About what?" I asked.
"I don't think you should make me your secret keeper," Sirius answered.
"Why not?" James asked.
"Well, I am the obvious choice. If Voldemort wants to get to you, he'll go to me first, since James' best friend. I'm the obvious choice," Sirius answered, "And if he does, you'll be discovered."
"Well, who do you think we should use, then?" I asked.
"Peter."
"Peter? Why Peter?" I asked.
"He's the most unobvious choice. Think about it, the small, fat, guy who always hung around with us vs. me, the tall, skinny, guy who was basically with James wherever he went. Anyone would think me, NOT Peter," Sirius answered.
"Sirius…" James started.
"I've put a lot of thought into this, and I think this is a good idea," Sirius said.
"Allright, we'll ask Peter. I'm only trusting that his is a good idea because you're one of my best friends," James said.
"And I'm trusting you because James is," I agreed.
"Then it's settled. Peter will be your secret keeper, not me," Sirius said, and smiled. "Finally, you all listen to me."
"Sirius!"
"Peter? Can you come over here?" James asked.
"Yeah, sure," Peter answered.
"You know I trust you, right?" James asked.
"Of course," Peter answered.
(A/N- KILL! KILL the DIRTY RAT! Srry).
"Peter, Lily and I have something we want to ask of you. It's really important, and top secret," James whispered.
I stood behind him, trying to keep my composure. I never did like the rat, and know I was trusting him with not only my life, but that of my husband's, son's, and unborn child's!
"What?" Peter asked.
"We want you to be our Secret Keeper."
"Master! Master! I bring you good news!" Wormtail yelled, running into the room.
"What is it, Wormtail?" Voldemort yelled.
The room was dark. Beside Voldemort's seat stood two people: an adult and a young baby girl. The baby girl grinned as she watched.
"It's about the Potters!" Wormtail cried.
"The Potter's eh? Well, spit it out!" Voldemort yelled.
Wormtail hesitated only a second, then replied, "They are planning on making me their Secret Keeper."
"Finally! This is perfect! I shall have the Potter's lives in my hands, and I shall crush them!" Voldemort yelled, then turned to the two figures beside him, "What do you think my son?"
"It is wonderful, Master," the son answered.
"And you, Ruth, what do you think?" Voldemort asked, adressing the little girl.
She merely grinned.
"Finally, I shall have the Potters just where I want them!" Voldemort yelled, and laughed.
A/N- KILL THE RAT! KILL THE RAT! Oh, hi, everyone. So, how did you like it. Yes, Lily's pregnant again, but hey, don't worry about it (if you don't like it, think about it this way, I'M THE AUTHOR, I DO ANYTHING I WANT WITH THIS STORY, sorry *slaps self, yelling "bad self! You're scaring the reviewers!"*). There's only a few chapter's left. Sorry I haven't gotten these up as fast as I would like to, but, hey, I'm busy (my teachers have been laying down the homework). By the way, thanks to Dragoness Enchantress who is the world's absolute best beta-reader! I won't update for a while, since it's spring break and I have to spend it with my dad… But Chapter 31 is nearly done!
R&R!
Any additional comments? Email me at StarlightEve111@aol.com or tiff637@yahoo.com
L/J FOREVER!