Chapter 7: "The Eventful Night" part 2
Pyretta quickly apperated to the Potter's home, again she got a sick feeling as she entered. It was very dark and quiet inside.
"Please don't be to late!" she told herself.
She almost tripped over something. It was James Potter, laying on the floor. She bent down, "oh no, James, James?" she whispered, but it was to late, he was already dead. She heard a loud bang and screaming coming from upstairs. There came a high cruel laugh, Pyretta recognized it, it was her father.
She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, she heard Lilly chanting and Voldemort yell "Avada Kedavra!". Something hit the ground hard, Pyretta knew right away. Lilly was dead.
Pyretta reached the room unnoticed and saw Lilly's body on the ground. Lord Voldemort had his wand pointed right at James' and Lilly's young son, Harry Potter. Something took over Pyretta, it wasn't fear or even anger. She felt as if her mother's spirit entered her.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" Voldemort yelled again, but at the moment the cursed touched Harry, it disintegrated. "WHAT THE?!?" Lord Voldemort yelled.
Pyretta knew what she had to do. she had to take his powers away. She felt like her mother was there helping her. She whispered a few word she didn't even know and a hot white light glowed around her father, he started to scream in pain. Pyretta started to weaken, she couldn't hold out much longer. she had to stop.
Even though the spell had not been completed, it seemed to have done it's job. for the most part. Instead of her father just losing his powers though, his spirit was ripped from his body. As his spirit departed, his body burst in to flame and turned to ash. He let our one more agonizing scream then disappeared. Pyretta, exhausted, fell to the floor. She wanted to die right there, she had nothing more to live for.
Someone started patting her on the head softly, she looked up.
"mommy sleep?" Little baby Harry Potter had crawled over to her, pointing over to his dead mother. "mommy sleep?" he asked again.
Pyretta stared into his beautiful green eyes. "you have to live!" Pyretta told herself, "you have to protect him! You owe it to Lilly and James." She sat up, picked up Harry and rocked him in her arms. "Yes little one, mommy is sleeping." She lied, "And now you should go to sleep."
"Baba!" Harry demanded as he pointed to a bottle of milk beside them.
Pyretta grabbed the bottle and gave it to Harry. She looked up at his forehead and saw a gash in the middle resembling a lighting bolt. She thought quietly for a moment, then with what little power she had left, she mended it and cast a curse upon it.
"Just in case. If my father ever comes near you. you'll know." She whispered softly. She laid down on the floor with Harry in her arms (sucking on his bottle) and started to sing him a song her mother sang to her when she was little.
"I'll walk in the rain by your side. I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand, I'll love you more then anybody can. And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time. The leaves will bow down when you walk by, and morning bells will chime."
As Harry lay sleeping, Pyretta thought again. "I'll bring you to Dumbledore, first thing in the morning. he'll be able to care for you." She kissed him lightly on the forehead and then fell asleep herself.
Pyretta was woken up a few short hours later. two people were arguing down stairs.
"Hagrid please, I'm Harry's godfather." came a distraught sounding voice. "They appointed me to take care of him if anything. if anything."
"I'm sorry Sirius. I have me orders from Dumbledore. I'm ta take Harry to him an' only him."
Pyretta got up quickly and laid Harry in his crib. She really didn't feel like talking to anyone, so she decided to leave before they came upstairs. She gave Harry one last kiss and then left.
It was seven o'clock in the morning and Pyretta was by herself, sitting in a muggle restaurant. The waitress came by and put Pyretta's order in front of her, then the waitress gave her a weird look. Pyretta knew why the waitress gave her that look. she was quite dirty and there were blood stains and rips all over her dress. Her hair was knotted and tears streaks stained her face, she looked like a homeless person who was going to skip on the bill. well, she was right. She was indeed now homeless and since she had nothing, except her mother's locket and her wedding band (which she intended to keep), she would disapparate when the bill came.
As she ate, many thoughts ran through her head. She thought for a moment about going to Hogwarts but decided against it. Severus was most likely dead by now. She knew if she saw his dead body she would go insane. It was pain beyond belief to think about Severus, but it was something else that was paining her. her stomach. She looked down at the empty plate as a wave of nausea swept over her. She made a mad dash for the ladies room.
She didn't know what made her so violently ill, she splashed cold water on her face. "Bad eggs." She thought. She sat down on the cold bathroom floor still feeling quite sick. Pyretta sat there for a while thinking again about what she should do.
In the end she decided to go back to America and start a new life for herself. and never look back.
(A/N: I must remember to not type while I am medicated! LOL! Anyways. one more chapter to go!)
Pyretta quickly apperated to the Potter's home, again she got a sick feeling as she entered. It was very dark and quiet inside.
"Please don't be to late!" she told herself.
She almost tripped over something. It was James Potter, laying on the floor. She bent down, "oh no, James, James?" she whispered, but it was to late, he was already dead. She heard a loud bang and screaming coming from upstairs. There came a high cruel laugh, Pyretta recognized it, it was her father.
She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, she heard Lilly chanting and Voldemort yell "Avada Kedavra!". Something hit the ground hard, Pyretta knew right away. Lilly was dead.
Pyretta reached the room unnoticed and saw Lilly's body on the ground. Lord Voldemort had his wand pointed right at James' and Lilly's young son, Harry Potter. Something took over Pyretta, it wasn't fear or even anger. She felt as if her mother's spirit entered her.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" Voldemort yelled again, but at the moment the cursed touched Harry, it disintegrated. "WHAT THE?!?" Lord Voldemort yelled.
Pyretta knew what she had to do. she had to take his powers away. She felt like her mother was there helping her. She whispered a few word she didn't even know and a hot white light glowed around her father, he started to scream in pain. Pyretta started to weaken, she couldn't hold out much longer. she had to stop.
Even though the spell had not been completed, it seemed to have done it's job. for the most part. Instead of her father just losing his powers though, his spirit was ripped from his body. As his spirit departed, his body burst in to flame and turned to ash. He let our one more agonizing scream then disappeared. Pyretta, exhausted, fell to the floor. She wanted to die right there, she had nothing more to live for.
Someone started patting her on the head softly, she looked up.
"mommy sleep?" Little baby Harry Potter had crawled over to her, pointing over to his dead mother. "mommy sleep?" he asked again.
Pyretta stared into his beautiful green eyes. "you have to live!" Pyretta told herself, "you have to protect him! You owe it to Lilly and James." She sat up, picked up Harry and rocked him in her arms. "Yes little one, mommy is sleeping." She lied, "And now you should go to sleep."
"Baba!" Harry demanded as he pointed to a bottle of milk beside them.
Pyretta grabbed the bottle and gave it to Harry. She looked up at his forehead and saw a gash in the middle resembling a lighting bolt. She thought quietly for a moment, then with what little power she had left, she mended it and cast a curse upon it.
"Just in case. If my father ever comes near you. you'll know." She whispered softly. She laid down on the floor with Harry in her arms (sucking on his bottle) and started to sing him a song her mother sang to her when she was little.
"I'll walk in the rain by your side. I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand, I'll love you more then anybody can. And the wind will whisper your name to me, little birds will sing along in time. The leaves will bow down when you walk by, and morning bells will chime."
As Harry lay sleeping, Pyretta thought again. "I'll bring you to Dumbledore, first thing in the morning. he'll be able to care for you." She kissed him lightly on the forehead and then fell asleep herself.
Pyretta was woken up a few short hours later. two people were arguing down stairs.
"Hagrid please, I'm Harry's godfather." came a distraught sounding voice. "They appointed me to take care of him if anything. if anything."
"I'm sorry Sirius. I have me orders from Dumbledore. I'm ta take Harry to him an' only him."
Pyretta got up quickly and laid Harry in his crib. She really didn't feel like talking to anyone, so she decided to leave before they came upstairs. She gave Harry one last kiss and then left.
It was seven o'clock in the morning and Pyretta was by herself, sitting in a muggle restaurant. The waitress came by and put Pyretta's order in front of her, then the waitress gave her a weird look. Pyretta knew why the waitress gave her that look. she was quite dirty and there were blood stains and rips all over her dress. Her hair was knotted and tears streaks stained her face, she looked like a homeless person who was going to skip on the bill. well, she was right. She was indeed now homeless and since she had nothing, except her mother's locket and her wedding band (which she intended to keep), she would disapparate when the bill came.
As she ate, many thoughts ran through her head. She thought for a moment about going to Hogwarts but decided against it. Severus was most likely dead by now. She knew if she saw his dead body she would go insane. It was pain beyond belief to think about Severus, but it was something else that was paining her. her stomach. She looked down at the empty plate as a wave of nausea swept over her. She made a mad dash for the ladies room.
She didn't know what made her so violently ill, she splashed cold water on her face. "Bad eggs." She thought. She sat down on the cold bathroom floor still feeling quite sick. Pyretta sat there for a while thinking again about what she should do.
In the end she decided to go back to America and start a new life for herself. and never look back.
(A/N: I must remember to not type while I am medicated! LOL! Anyways. one more chapter to go!)