I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend…
-- "Prayer for my Daughter" by William Butler Yeats
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CHAPTER 02- All Hallows Eve
Late night, October 31, 1981
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It is late night when loud screaming and bawling is heard from the Potter house. If it wasn't for the Fidelius Charm, the racket could have been heard by the entire neighborhood surrounding Godric's Hollow.
Little Harry, only fifteen months old, cries in his crib while James tends to his wife - who was just sleeping beside him a few minutes ago- now starting to twist her body around in pain.
"James," screams Lily, grabbing on to her stomach. "I think I am in labor."
James gives her a really weird look. "Lily, you're not due until two weeks…"
But before James can even finish the sentence, Lily shrieks in agony again, holding on to the sheets as she cringed. "James!!!"
James touches his wife's forehead as she continues to writhe. "Are you sure it's not indigestion or something?"
"James!!!" Another cry. "James, please! I think I am in labor! Aah!"
"You can't… You're not…"
"James, it's not really a good time for a discussion right now! My water just broke!"
James scampers around the bathroom closet, collecting all the towels he can grab with both his hands and runs, and almost trips, back to his screaming wife. His hands nervously cover the damp areas of the bed sheets with the towels, trying to keep his wife warm.
He examines her conditions, having gone through the same thing only about a year ago, and says, "Lily, I think you're dilated."
"I surely can feel it! Aah! James!"
*~*~*~*~*
The grandfather's clock in the Potter's Godric Hollow home struck twelve when Lily pushed for the last time. James caught the newborn baby in a clean towel.
"It's a girl, Lily!" he screams as he clears the baby's lungs. After the baby starts to cry he then carries her to the tub in the bathroom and cleanses off the blood and the other icky residue. He wipes off the water from the baby with a towel and then wraps her in the receiving blanket that they had used on Harry only eleven months ago.
'There is something wrong with the girl,' James thought. He notices that the baby is a little tiny for her due to her premature birth. She is not as heavy as Harry when he was born. She is only about five to six pounds in weight, he guesses. Her face is of an angel, cherubic with little chubby cheeks. Her eyes are still closed but her mouth is booming with cries. Her own innocent way of saying, 'I am alive.' But otherwise, compared to any other newborn baby in the world, the girl is fine. But that is not what really caught James' attention.
What caught his attention is the color of the eyebrows and eyelashes. He moves the hood part of the receiving blanket and reveals the baby's hair. The baby girl had blonde hair. He also notices that her skin is pale white, as white as it can possibly be, and she had a nice nose. The baby did not have any of the Potter characteristics.
The baby finally looks at him sleepily, revealing the green color of her eyes. 'Just like Lily's' he though. The baby is hers but James knows that the child is not his.
James admits to himself that he feels pity for the little girl, being so tiny, innocent and helpless. But he cannot deny that he despises her at the same time.
'How could I hate something so innocent, so young, so much as I just met?' James asks himself as he hands Lily her new baby girl, his heart about to break in two.
Lily smiles as she takes the baby from James' arms. She kisses the baby's forehead as James looks at the both of them in disgust. "I wanna name her Iris Cecille, James."
James looks at his wife in disgust, his voice almost quivering. "I don't care."
"What? What do you mean…"
"Why should I have a say in this? She isn't mine."
Lily looks at him, her eyebrow and forehead scrunched revealing confusion. "What are you talking about, James?" She looks back at the baby and notices the hair on the baby's head. He lips start to quiver, her mind racing as to try to find the right words to justify the unexplainable circumstances. "James, I…"
"Lily?" asks James in a stern voice.
"I don't… She's ours!"
James heads to the bathroom, takes off his glasses and washes his face. He looks up and stares at his reflection. He leans closer, unable to focus that well without his glasses. But even without his glasses, he is able to realize that his face is ash white and tears are rimming around his bloodshot eyes.
He towels his face dry, puts his glasses back on and takes of his water and blood drenched shirt. He stares at the blood on the shirt. Normally, he would be shivering because his chest is wet but at this moment, nothing matters to him except for the fact that blood that is on his shirt was not caused by the union of his and Lily's love but hers and someone else's.
"James?" he hears Lily say in a trembling voice, trying to talk louder than the wailing of the baby girl and Harry's crying and screaming from the next room. "James? Please…"
James walks into the room, still carrying his shirt, his eyes never leaving Lily's. He tosses the shirt right at her foot as he lets emotions take over in the form of tears and whimpers. He runs to the next room, takes Harry from his crib and carries him back to the room. He tries to gain his composure back but tears continue to stream down his face.
"How could you do this to me, Lily?"
"James, I never… I wouldn't. You know I would never cheat on you."
"But you did, Lily. You did." He hugs his son, his only real child, tighter, rubbing the nape of the boy's neck. He hushes him down then turns to Lily and her baby.
The baby girl is still crying so Lily tries to calm her by breastfeeding her. The baby nurses as her mother starts to cry.
James kisses his son's forehead, his eyes glaring back at Lily. "How could you do this to us, Lily? How?"
"James, I don't know how to explain…"
"What did I ever do to deserve this? Huh? Explain this to me!"
"I don't know James! I don't! If I knew…"
"You knew you were pregnant with somebody else's child, didn't you?"
"No, James!"
James lost control. "But what? How could a blonde haired baby be born between a redhead and a brunette?? You explain this to me!"
Lily looks at the innocent baby stuck in the middle of everything that is going wrong in her life at the present. How could she have a baby with that color hair? It was impossible to tamper with the baby's hair before she's born. And she most definitely could not have gotten the color from either James' or her side of the family. Where could the baby have come from?
"Well?" James asks again, his brown eyes practically burning Lily's green.
"I don't know, James. I really don't."
"You don't know? How could you not know?"
"I just…"
"Why? Huh? How many guys have you cheated on me with?"
"What?"
"That's the only reason you why wouldn't know. You've had multiple partners!"
"James! I never cheated on you. With no one! You were my first, you were my only."
"Then were did she come from?"
"I don't know!"
"That's bullshit, Lil!"
"You can't pin this on me James!"
"Then who, huh? Who am I to blame, Lily? Who?"
The little girl in Lily's arms suddenly shakes, her body almost jumping off her mother's arm. At the same time, Lily feels a jolt right in on her forehead. She fights the pain and at the same time tries not to let go nor hurt the baby. She sees a vision, split-second flashes, each one causing mind-searing pain.
(Flashback)
"Imperio!" A man's voice.
"Let go of me!" Hers. "I will have nothing to do with it!"
"Make love to me, my Lily." The man's voice again. "Show me you love me. And you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy you. If I can't have you, my little Lily, neither can he."
"You gave him a son and you will give me a part of you in due time," says the same man. "Too bad you're not really mine. Too bad I no longer have any use for you. You will give me something that is both yours and mine. Lily you are beautiful."
Then her voice, quivering. "You are also, My Lucius. I am all yours, Lucius."
"Mummy!!! Don't let him get me, mummy! No!!!"
"Aveda Kedavra!" It was a man's voice, but it certainly wasn't from Lucius.'
(Flashback ends.)
When Lily's eyes regain focus, she realizes that her husband is now sitting in front of her, carrying both the children in his arms.
"Lily, what happened? You started crying and you almost dropped your baby."
"James, James…"
"What?"
"It was Lucius. He placed an Imperius curse on me. He's the father."
"You're right about that, Lily!" answers one of the two dark-cloaked apparitions that had just appeared by their bedroom door, both pointing their wands at the Potter family.
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**********FIN*********
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Okay, everyone. Reviews please!!! And advise me!!!
NOTES:
Curses/Charms are in Bold Italics and flashbacks are in Italics. Don't blame me if it doesn't show up!!!
NEXT CHAPTER:
Lucius plans his revenge on Lily and James Potter… and wants to get something else in return besides vengeance … You'll see.
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend…
-- "Prayer for my Daughter" by William Butler Yeats
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
CHAPTER 02- All Hallows Eve
Late night, October 31, 1981
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It is late night when loud screaming and bawling is heard from the Potter house. If it wasn't for the Fidelius Charm, the racket could have been heard by the entire neighborhood surrounding Godric's Hollow.
Little Harry, only fifteen months old, cries in his crib while James tends to his wife - who was just sleeping beside him a few minutes ago- now starting to twist her body around in pain.
"James," screams Lily, grabbing on to her stomach. "I think I am in labor."
James gives her a really weird look. "Lily, you're not due until two weeks…"
But before James can even finish the sentence, Lily shrieks in agony again, holding on to the sheets as she cringed. "James!!!"
James touches his wife's forehead as she continues to writhe. "Are you sure it's not indigestion or something?"
"James!!!" Another cry. "James, please! I think I am in labor! Aah!"
"You can't… You're not…"
"James, it's not really a good time for a discussion right now! My water just broke!"
James scampers around the bathroom closet, collecting all the towels he can grab with both his hands and runs, and almost trips, back to his screaming wife. His hands nervously cover the damp areas of the bed sheets with the towels, trying to keep his wife warm.
He examines her conditions, having gone through the same thing only about a year ago, and says, "Lily, I think you're dilated."
"I surely can feel it! Aah! James!"
*~*~*~*~*
The grandfather's clock in the Potter's Godric Hollow home struck twelve when Lily pushed for the last time. James caught the newborn baby in a clean towel.
"It's a girl, Lily!" he screams as he clears the baby's lungs. After the baby starts to cry he then carries her to the tub in the bathroom and cleanses off the blood and the other icky residue. He wipes off the water from the baby with a towel and then wraps her in the receiving blanket that they had used on Harry only eleven months ago.
'There is something wrong with the girl,' James thought. He notices that the baby is a little tiny for her due to her premature birth. She is not as heavy as Harry when he was born. She is only about five to six pounds in weight, he guesses. Her face is of an angel, cherubic with little chubby cheeks. Her eyes are still closed but her mouth is booming with cries. Her own innocent way of saying, 'I am alive.' But otherwise, compared to any other newborn baby in the world, the girl is fine. But that is not what really caught James' attention.
What caught his attention is the color of the eyebrows and eyelashes. He moves the hood part of the receiving blanket and reveals the baby's hair. The baby girl had blonde hair. He also notices that her skin is pale white, as white as it can possibly be, and she had a nice nose. The baby did not have any of the Potter characteristics.
The baby finally looks at him sleepily, revealing the green color of her eyes. 'Just like Lily's' he though. The baby is hers but James knows that the child is not his.
James admits to himself that he feels pity for the little girl, being so tiny, innocent and helpless. But he cannot deny that he despises her at the same time.
'How could I hate something so innocent, so young, so much as I just met?' James asks himself as he hands Lily her new baby girl, his heart about to break in two.
Lily smiles as she takes the baby from James' arms. She kisses the baby's forehead as James looks at the both of them in disgust. "I wanna name her Iris Cecille, James."
James looks at his wife in disgust, his voice almost quivering. "I don't care."
"What? What do you mean…"
"Why should I have a say in this? She isn't mine."
Lily looks at him, her eyebrow and forehead scrunched revealing confusion. "What are you talking about, James?" She looks back at the baby and notices the hair on the baby's head. He lips start to quiver, her mind racing as to try to find the right words to justify the unexplainable circumstances. "James, I…"
"Lily?" asks James in a stern voice.
"I don't… She's ours!"
James heads to the bathroom, takes off his glasses and washes his face. He looks up and stares at his reflection. He leans closer, unable to focus that well without his glasses. But even without his glasses, he is able to realize that his face is ash white and tears are rimming around his bloodshot eyes.
He towels his face dry, puts his glasses back on and takes of his water and blood drenched shirt. He stares at the blood on the shirt. Normally, he would be shivering because his chest is wet but at this moment, nothing matters to him except for the fact that blood that is on his shirt was not caused by the union of his and Lily's love but hers and someone else's.
"James?" he hears Lily say in a trembling voice, trying to talk louder than the wailing of the baby girl and Harry's crying and screaming from the next room. "James? Please…"
James walks into the room, still carrying his shirt, his eyes never leaving Lily's. He tosses the shirt right at her foot as he lets emotions take over in the form of tears and whimpers. He runs to the next room, takes Harry from his crib and carries him back to the room. He tries to gain his composure back but tears continue to stream down his face.
"How could you do this to me, Lily?"
"James, I never… I wouldn't. You know I would never cheat on you."
"But you did, Lily. You did." He hugs his son, his only real child, tighter, rubbing the nape of the boy's neck. He hushes him down then turns to Lily and her baby.
The baby girl is still crying so Lily tries to calm her by breastfeeding her. The baby nurses as her mother starts to cry.
James kisses his son's forehead, his eyes glaring back at Lily. "How could you do this to us, Lily? How?"
"James, I don't know how to explain…"
"What did I ever do to deserve this? Huh? Explain this to me!"
"I don't know James! I don't! If I knew…"
"You knew you were pregnant with somebody else's child, didn't you?"
"No, James!"
James lost control. "But what? How could a blonde haired baby be born between a redhead and a brunette?? You explain this to me!"
Lily looks at the innocent baby stuck in the middle of everything that is going wrong in her life at the present. How could she have a baby with that color hair? It was impossible to tamper with the baby's hair before she's born. And she most definitely could not have gotten the color from either James' or her side of the family. Where could the baby have come from?
"Well?" James asks again, his brown eyes practically burning Lily's green.
"I don't know, James. I really don't."
"You don't know? How could you not know?"
"I just…"
"Why? Huh? How many guys have you cheated on me with?"
"What?"
"That's the only reason you why wouldn't know. You've had multiple partners!"
"James! I never cheated on you. With no one! You were my first, you were my only."
"Then were did she come from?"
"I don't know!"
"That's bullshit, Lil!"
"You can't pin this on me James!"
"Then who, huh? Who am I to blame, Lily? Who?"
The little girl in Lily's arms suddenly shakes, her body almost jumping off her mother's arm. At the same time, Lily feels a jolt right in on her forehead. She fights the pain and at the same time tries not to let go nor hurt the baby. She sees a vision, split-second flashes, each one causing mind-searing pain.
(Flashback)
"Imperio!" A man's voice.
"Let go of me!" Hers. "I will have nothing to do with it!"
"Make love to me, my Lily." The man's voice again. "Show me you love me. And you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy you. If I can't have you, my little Lily, neither can he."
"You gave him a son and you will give me a part of you in due time," says the same man. "Too bad you're not really mine. Too bad I no longer have any use for you. You will give me something that is both yours and mine. Lily you are beautiful."
Then her voice, quivering. "You are also, My Lucius. I am all yours, Lucius."
"Mummy!!! Don't let him get me, mummy! No!!!"
"Aveda Kedavra!" It was a man's voice, but it certainly wasn't from Lucius.'
(Flashback ends.)
When Lily's eyes regain focus, she realizes that her husband is now sitting in front of her, carrying both the children in his arms.
"Lily, what happened? You started crying and you almost dropped your baby."
"James, James…"
"What?"
"It was Lucius. He placed an Imperius curse on me. He's the father."
"You're right about that, Lily!" answers one of the two dark-cloaked apparitions that had just appeared by their bedroom door, both pointing their wands at the Potter family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**********FIN*********
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, everyone. Reviews please!!! And advise me!!!
NOTES:
Curses/Charms are in Bold Italics and flashbacks are in Italics. Don't blame me if it doesn't show up!!!
NEXT CHAPTER:
Lucius plans his revenge on Lily and James Potter… and wants to get something else in return besides vengeance … You'll see.