They Live In You

By Becky00

Disclaimer: All characters and story this is based on belongs to the wonderful author J.K. Rowling. Now, I do not know if what happened the night of Harry's parents' death really did happen as it happened in this story, but this is just a versoin of what COULD have happened.

Part one:

Harry just sat down in silence. He felt strange having Dumbledore at his house over the summer. He acually just appeared this morning, and had scared the Dursleys to death. They had closed all the window shades so none of the nieghbors could see an old man that looked like a wizard in their house. Harry was 16 now, and had finished the frustrating previous year, and now was almost onto his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was only 5 weeks away, as Harry marked down the days on his calendar. He HAD been getting read to go to the Burrow over the summer, when Dumbledore arrived.

They sat in silence in Harrys room, leaving the Dursley's scared stiff down stairs in the kitchen, unable to do anything because of what that "freak show", as Vernon called them, had told them about treating Harry right this summer. "Harry, we need to have a talk," Dumbledore said quietly. "But we just had a talk a few weeks ago!" Harry said. He didn't know why he sounded so angry. He was glad to see Dumbledore and he had been having a good morning. "Yes I know Harry, but I've finally decided that the time has come. You have just turned 16, and I think that is the right age for me to show you this Harry," Dumbledore sounded really serious, and Harry swallowed. The prophecy had added a load onto Harry's mind. Now what did he want to add that was as serious as what had happened last year? Before Harry answered, Dumbledore took out a very strange looking wand. Dumbledore caught Harry's puzzled look. "It's a time turner wand," He explained. The first thing Harry noticed was that Dumbledore was looking him in the eye again. Harry had a jolt of panic that that feeling he had gotton a few times last year, the feeling of wanting to attack Dumbledore, would come back. When it didn't, he let out a breath. "I don't understand. What are you doing?" Harry started to say, but all of a sudden there was that familiar loud cracking noise of someone apparating coming from outside.Dumbledore suddenly stood up from Harry bed, a look on his face Harry had never seen before. A look of Extreme fear. "Harry!" he said quickly, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and looking at him seriously. "Harry. Promise me that when you see your parents, don't try talking to them, saving them, or helping them at all. Promise?" Harry had never seen Dumbledore like this. It was kind of scary. "Promise?" "Promise," Harry said rather nervously, not knowing what was going on. Wait, Harry though. When you see your parents? Was Dumbledore taking him to see his parents? Dumbledore raised the time turner wand as he grabbed his arm, and everything went white. Harry couldn't even feel Dumbledore's arm anymore. As a matter of fact, he couldn't even see him. Or himself. All too soon the whiteness disapeared, and they were slammed down into a dark room. Harry's glasses fell off and he tried to keep his balance. Dumbledore landed rather gracefully. Harry grabbed his glasses and looked around when he could see again.

The first thing he noticed was there was a young woman, holding a baby. She had red hair, and. green eyes! "Mum!" Harry was about to shout out. Dumbledore stopped him just in time. Harry wondered why his mother couldn't see them, standing near the wall. Dumbledore put his hand on his shoulder, as if to keep him from running. Next Harry noticed that his mum was scared and was trying to find something to protect her and her baby. Harry. him. Harry. He was watching the night his parents had died. "Dumbledore, why did you bring me here?" he whispered. "It's time for you to know the truth," he said softly. Harry continued to watch. He noticed that his father, James was holding back the door from someone pounding on it. Voldemort. "Lily! Take Harry and go! Now!" He was shouting at his wife. "No! I can't leave you!" she was saying. She had tears in her eyes. Harry never heard the unforgivable curse, but he saw the flashing green light, and the door when down. So did his father. Lily screamed. James was dead. Lily backed away to the back wall. The house was dark now, and not at all happy. Dark figures came through the door. Wands outstretched. 'Give me the child, Lily. And you will live." said the slithering voice that sounded so much like a snake. "No! Don't take Harry! Take me instead! Anyone but Harry!" Lily screamed. Harry reconized this. He remembered hearing his mother's voice when he came near dementors in his third year. Harry flinched as he heard Voldemort laugh. Dumbledore just stood there, watching. No expression was on his old face. Harry had to do something. but what? It didn't seem that they could see him. Maybe this was like Riddle's diary. All you could do was watch. But he HAD to do something. He could be saving his parents, and everything in his life would be perfect. But he didn't move. Dumbledore's hand seemed to be paralyzing him to stay put. "GIVE ME THE BOY! NOW!" Voldemort said in such an angry and horrible voice that Harry flinched again. Harry could feel his arms reaching out. But his feet did not move forward. "NO!" Lily screamed again, then she whirled around looking for a place to escape, just as Voldemort sounded the most horrible spell Harry had ever seen, and the green flashing light hit Lily in the back. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. A baby crying. Harry crying. Lily dying. Voldemort laughing. Voldemort pointing his wand right at Harry. Then everything seemed to stop, as Voldemort said the spell for the third time that night. The spell seemed to stop in mid air, as ghostly figures floated out of Lily and James's dead bodies. Harry had seen them once. in his fourth year, when he had a duel with Voldemort. that time no one once believed he had seen. Voldemort's face had a look of anger, shock, and a small portion of fear. Then the spell suddenly had continued going. straight for Harry. The ghost- looking figures suddenly screamed, and dove right in front of the spell, trying to protect Harry. Unfortunately, They had gotten there just before the curse had hit the poor baby. It almost seemed as if the spell had worked. The baby lay limp, then he started to glow. glow bright green. It took a while for Harry to realize that the spell was coming back out of the baby. Harry stared in amazement as the spell came out as a swirling tornado, with the two ghostly figures swirled around inside it. Baby Harry and Voldemort began to be sucked it side this tornado. Harry heard himself screaming as Voldemort and baby Harry had joined into one. They kept spinning and spinning, then Voldemort shrieked, and tore away from the horrible green light. He was gone. Voldemort was gone. And baby Harry fell to the floor, with just a scar on his forhead.

Harry wrentched out of Dumbledore's grasp, and ran forward, trying to run away. His house was destroyed, and Hagrid had come down on his, well, Sirius', flying motercycle to come rescue baby Harry. Dumbledore didn't try to stop Harry from running. Harry didn't understand why until he took one step from behind the bed, and everything turned white again.

Harry sat up, breathing fast, his scar hurting badly. He tried to remember what just had happened. "Dumbledore!" He shouted, and looked franitcly around his bedroom. Dumbledore smiled. "Calm down Harry. It's all over now," he said soothingly. Harry couldn't calm down. Not after that. He just had one major question on his mind. "Dumbledore, what happened to those ghost figures of my mum and dad?" Dumbledore smiled a bit, and did not hesitate to answer, like he knew Harry was going to ask it. "Well Harry, in my point of view, I'd say they tried to save you again. Their love for you, I mean," he added when he saw Harry's face. "You see, if you paid very close attention, you would have noticed that they flew back into your scar (Harry reached up and rubbed his scar when the old wizard said this)," "But. What does that mean?" Harry said, still confused. His head hurt and he wanted to go to sleep. "It means Harry, that your parents' love lives in you. They live in YOU Harry. They'll always be with you, and so will Sirius," Harry looked away from Dumbledore's face as he mentioned Sirius. Another thought then suddenly came to his mind. "Do you know who apparated outside earlier?" "Oh. that." Dumbledore said, getting up and looking out the window. "We've been gone for a few days, Harry. They're gone now." "What? A few days? What about the Weasleys? They'll be worried if I'm not there for them to pick me up!" There was a soft knock on the door and his two best friends came hurrying in nervously. Hermione, with her bushy hair, bit her lip. Ron, with his read hair and freckles, was pale. "You're awake Harry! We've all been so worried!" Hermione said, and couldn't help herself as she bent down and hugged Harry. "What are you doing at my aunt and uncle's house?" Harry said, confused. Both of them gave him faces. "That's a nice way to say hi! And we're not in your aunt and uncle's house, Harry. Look around!" Ron said. So Harry did, and was slightly embarrassed to see that he hadn't noticed that he was in a spair room of the Weasley's house. "Are you sure you're all right?" Hermione squeaked. "I'm. fine." Harry said. Mrs. Weasley then came in hurriedly, looking like she had been worried sick for ages. "Oh Harry, dear! You're awake and ok! I'm so glad! I'm going to go make you a wonderful breakfast to make you feel just right again!" She said, kissing Harry on the cheek, then running out again. Dumbledore smiled down at Harry as the rest of the Weasley's came in. Over and over they asked if he was alright. After a while he just wanted to be with Ron and Hermione, to tell them what he had seen. Dumbledore seemed to hear his thoughts. "Come along, come along. Let's go downstairs and I'll tell you the story of what happened again." he said, winking at Harry, and they all followed his out except Ron and Hermione. "Oh Harry1 I'm so glad you're awake!" Hermione said breathlessly. "Come on Hermione, let Harry breathe. From what Dumbledore's been saying, he must have seen a lot. So tell us what happened, mate!" Ron said excitedly. They were both sitting at the end of Harry's bed. Harry told them what had happened, and what Dumbledore had told him a few minutes ago. Hermione had gasped a lot and Ron flinched a lot as Harry kept saying Voldemort. "Oh Harry! That must have been awful to watch!" Hermione said, her hand coming down from covering her mouth of now-straight-front-teeth-since- fourth-year. "Yeah it was, but I think I understand it a lot more than I did before. I mean, if Dumbledore showed me this sooner, I probably wouldn't have understood it." Harry tucked in his knees and crossed his arms over them and rested his chin thoughtfully. "Well, you've been asleep for almost 3 weeks! Mum's bought all you're stuff for you," Ron said. "WHAT? I've been asleep for 3 weeks? Yeah right!" Harry said, not believing it. "Well, actually," Hermione said in her bossy voice, "You were half asleep some of the time. Like we could feed you and stuff, but then you'd fall right back asleep after. Dumbledore said it was normal but we were all still worried," Ron made a face at her as she corrected him. "That's what I meant," he said.

The three of them later headed down for Mrs. Weasley's breakfast. Harry felt happy again. The memory of what happened was almost pushed out of his mind. Percy was still gone, Fred and George were off at work but were heading straight home as they heard Harry was awake, but Harry still had a great time as everyone else talked and joked at the table while eating the enormous breakfast. Harry was so happy when he heard about Mr. Weasley's raise that he felt that he was going to explode. It was even better because Dumbledore was there as well. On the Weasley's cloak Fred and George's hands started moving from Traveling to Home. They all welcomed them at the door. "Splendid to see you out of bed Harry," Fred said, shaking Harry's hands. "Quite right! We've been waiting 3 weeks for you to wake up so we could show you the shop!" George said proudly. Mrs. Weasley coughed a bit, but didn't say anything else. Harry could imagine her yelling at Fred and George that Harry needed his rest, but he HAD been sleeping for 3 weeks. That meant one more week until Hogwarts.

part two coming soon!