Disclaimer: I did not create Harry Potter; that honour belongs to the
great JK Rowling..
Chapter 3: The First Strike
James stood in a long white hallway, that seemed to go on forever, he could hear a girl laughing, but he couldn't tell where she was. Then a faint yet familiar female voice called to him.
"Over here!" the voice called. He moved in the direction of the sound, and suddenly around a corner came a flash of red hair. It was Lily! He ran to catch up with her, but as soon as he got near, she would start running again. It was hard for him to make his feet move, they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. Then suddenly he turned the corner and Lily was in front of him, but it was no longer Lily, it was Erin, with red hair. She was crying, and afraid, and called for him to help her. James tried to get to her but for every step he took, she moved further out of reach. Just then he felt a hand on his back and he turned around. This time it was Lily, the real Lily.
"We need to help Erin!" James cried urgently.
"Who is Erin?" Lily asked softly, seductively, as she manoeuvred herself around so that she was right in front of James, her hands still on his shoulders. She was looking up into his eyes and smiled. "Who's Erin?" she asked again as she moved her hands up into his hair, and James found he couldn't remember. He was finding it hard to swallow, hard to breath. Lily kept moving closer and closer, her body pressed up next to his, her lips getting closer and closer. James closed his eyes and bent his head down to kiss her and.
"CRASH!!!!!!"
James opened his eyes and groaned. Just a dream he sighed sadly. He looked around angrily to try and discover what it was that had woken him up from such a good dream. It was Peter, he had fallen out of bed again and now lay sprawled on the floor still snoring away. It looked like his fall hadn't woken any of the others, James noted, jealously, but then again, they had probably all remembered to put the sound-proofing charm on their bed curtains before they went to bed. James, Sirius, Remus, and Frank had learned a long time ago that the only way to get a decent night's sleep with Peter snoring all night was to use a charm to soundproof the curtains around their beds. James must have forgotten to cast the charm before bed last night. He looked over at the window, it looked like a miserable day outside, the sky was grey and rain was falling softly past the window. He lay back down, trying to sleep, hoping he would slip back into a sweet dream..
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"Come on, Emma!" Lily called up the stairs to her friend, "we're going to miss breakfast!". Lily, Alice and Frank were waiting in the Gryffindor common room for Emma to join them so they could go for breakfast. The door at the top of the steps burst open and out flung Emma in a rush, her hair was in a mess, she was carrying several books, her wand, a cauldron and various other things in her arms. She came flying down the stairs and nearly tripped over the bottom of her robes as she was doing so.
"Whoa!" She exclaimed, catching her balance. "Sorry I'm late guys, I guess I must've slept in!" Emma replied as she tried to compose herself. Her friends laughed at the state she was in,
"No harm done, Emma," Alice said, "but let's go! I want to find out what happened to Dumbledore last night!" As they walked down to breakfast, Emma composed herself remarkably fast, she quickly performed a hair charm on herself, causing the unruly mass of brown hair to shine and fall in perfect waves landing on her shoulders, she stuffed her books neatly into her cauldron, straightened her robes, and looked just like she had spent an hour getting ready, instead of only waking up ten minutes ago. Alice watched her, an amused look on her face,
"I must admit, Emma, you do have a certain aptitude for doing things in a rush!" The four friends were still laughing when they reached the great hall but stopped immediately when they entered. Instead of the usual cheerful morning crowd they normally encountered at breakfast, the great hall was nearly silent. The only talking was being done by whisper. The four friends looked around, feeling a great sense of apprehension. Some of the students looked really scared, some looked sad, a few from the Slytherin table looked a little smug. As they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Lily noticed a first year girl crying, she was about to go comfort her, when she saw James moving towards the girl. Looking at him in surprise, she noticed the clear look of sadness mingled with anger, and a tinge of fear in his eyes. He looked back at her, and nodded in response to Lily's questioning glance as he began whispering to the little girl. Lily turned her attention back to the table.
"What happened?" She asked a 5th year sitting next to her. The girl looked upset and didn't answer, instead she handed Lily a copy of the Daily Prophet and buried her face in her hands. Lily took the paper and began to read aloud the article on the front page:
The Wizarding World is reeling from the shock this morning after
a deadly attack by He Who Shall Not be Named that took the lives
of 12 Muggle-born witches and wizards last night.
Lily's eyes widened and she had to pause to make sure she had read the line correctly. Ensuring she had, she continued with an unsteady voice,
The attack occurred shortly before 9:00 last night as the Muggle-
Born Witchs and Wizards Society (MBWW) was about to begin their
annual meeting. According to the sole remaining witness, Mr.
Kindley, He Who Shall Not Be Named apparated with a number of
other witches and wizards wearing black cloaks with hoods that
covered their faces, right into the home of Mr. Loren Winters,
the late host of this years Society meeting. According to
Kindley, immediately upon apparating, He Who Shall Not Be Named
cast the killing curse on Mr. Winters. A massive battle then
erupted between the remaining 12 wizards and He Who Shall Not Be
Named's Death Eaters. According to Kindley, the battle was
fierce but the Society members lacked the necessary resolve
required to cast the killing curse, so were in a losing battle
from the start. Kindley, who belongs to a long line of
distinguished wizards, had accompanied his wife Tara, a Muggle-
born, to the meeting that evening. Kindley claims that after
performing the cruciatus curse on him several times, He Who
Shall Not Be Named told him to go, and to give the world a
message. "He said," related a quivering Kindley, "that this is
just the beginning. That this is a message to all Mudbloods and
those that would stand with them. And to all pure-bloods, the
time has come for us to join together, to take back what is
rightfully ours, to become a strong force again. Wizardingkind
has become weak, we seem to be fading away into nothingness, we
tip-toe around the Muggles when we should be ruling them. We
must come together, become strong again in spirit, strong in
will, strong in endurance, strong to bear all sacrifices*. Join
with me, my brothers and sisters of the Wizarding World. Join
with me, and together we will be strong, and we will all share a
part in the new world that is to come. Go against me, and you
will surely suffer greatly, needlessly." Understandably shaken
by this ordeal, Kindley is currently being treated at St.
Mungo's. As you all know, He Who Shall Not Be Named has been
quietly gathering supporters for the past few years, but this is
the first hostile action that he has taken. When approached for
comment, the Minster for Magic, Percival Grundy said that "This
is a black day in the Wizarding World, my deepest sympathies go
out to the families and friends of the victims and I urge all
Witches and Wizards to be on their guard."
Lily looked up from reading the paper, her voice and her hands were shaking, and she could barely breath. Twelve witches and wizards dead! How could it have happened? What did this all mean? She herself was Muggle-Born, was she in danger? A million thoughts raced through her mind. She felt sick to her stomach. She looked around at her friends for support, Alice had tears rolling down her face, Emma looked stunned, like she'd just been hit on the head by a bludger, Frank looked angry, like he wanted to kill something. Lily still couldn't believe what had happened. She was brought out of her thoughts by a solemn 'ahem' from the front of the room. She turned to see a haggard Professor Dumbledore standing there, attempting to get the attention of the room, he looked tired, and there were several more lines on his face than she was used to seeing,
"I'm sure by now," he began in a sombre tone, "that you have all heard about the terrible tragedy that took place last night. Many remarkable Wizards and Witches lost their lives, and we are assured that this is only the beginning. There is nothing I can say that would help ease the pain and shock of this terrible news. There is no explanation that I can offer as to why, but I can remind you that life continues, no matter how hard it might get. In light of these recent events, all classes will be cancelled today." There was a slight rustling, with quickly stopped as Dumbledore raised his hands "Also all Hogsmeade weekends have been cancelled until further notice. I would also ask to see the Head Boy and Girl in my office as soon as would be convenient. That is all."
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".I would also like to see the Head Boy and Girl in my office as soon as would be convenient. That is all."
James couldn't believe what was happening. It seemed so unbelievable. So senseless. So many good people lost their lives, and they did nothing to deserve it, except for be born with the wrong blood. He didn't know what to do, he felt so helpless. But he also felt angry. Who was this Voldemort to decide who should live and who should die? It was not up to him. He looked down the table to where Lily sat. She was a Muggle-born, did that mean she was a target? James shuddered, he didn't want to consider that possibility. He felt a knot of fear grow in the centre of his gut. The words 'this is just the beginning' rang in his ears. How many more would die in this senseless, meaningless way? James couldn't bare to think about it. He looked at his friends, no one said anything. The expressions on the faces of Sirius and Remus mirrored his, Peter looked terrified,
"My great-grandmother was a Muggle-born, d-d-d-d-do you th-th-th-think that means You K-k-k-k-know Who will come after me?" Peter asked quivering. Remus placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulders and squeezed.
"Don't worry, mate," he said giving Peter a small smile and tried to sound reassuring, "We won't let anything happen to you." Peter relaxed a little but didn't set seem too comforted.
James rose slowly,
"I best go find Lily and see what Dumbledore wants." James announced as he quietly moved away from the table.
End of chapter 3!
Please Review!!!
Thank you to Riddle-Child for reviewing the last chapter. I will try to fix up those spelling mistakes.
*excerpt from one of Hitler's speeches - Voldemort reminds me of him
Chapter 3: The First Strike
James stood in a long white hallway, that seemed to go on forever, he could hear a girl laughing, but he couldn't tell where she was. Then a faint yet familiar female voice called to him.
"Over here!" the voice called. He moved in the direction of the sound, and suddenly around a corner came a flash of red hair. It was Lily! He ran to catch up with her, but as soon as he got near, she would start running again. It was hard for him to make his feet move, they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. Then suddenly he turned the corner and Lily was in front of him, but it was no longer Lily, it was Erin, with red hair. She was crying, and afraid, and called for him to help her. James tried to get to her but for every step he took, she moved further out of reach. Just then he felt a hand on his back and he turned around. This time it was Lily, the real Lily.
"We need to help Erin!" James cried urgently.
"Who is Erin?" Lily asked softly, seductively, as she manoeuvred herself around so that she was right in front of James, her hands still on his shoulders. She was looking up into his eyes and smiled. "Who's Erin?" she asked again as she moved her hands up into his hair, and James found he couldn't remember. He was finding it hard to swallow, hard to breath. Lily kept moving closer and closer, her body pressed up next to his, her lips getting closer and closer. James closed his eyes and bent his head down to kiss her and.
"CRASH!!!!!!"
James opened his eyes and groaned. Just a dream he sighed sadly. He looked around angrily to try and discover what it was that had woken him up from such a good dream. It was Peter, he had fallen out of bed again and now lay sprawled on the floor still snoring away. It looked like his fall hadn't woken any of the others, James noted, jealously, but then again, they had probably all remembered to put the sound-proofing charm on their bed curtains before they went to bed. James, Sirius, Remus, and Frank had learned a long time ago that the only way to get a decent night's sleep with Peter snoring all night was to use a charm to soundproof the curtains around their beds. James must have forgotten to cast the charm before bed last night. He looked over at the window, it looked like a miserable day outside, the sky was grey and rain was falling softly past the window. He lay back down, trying to sleep, hoping he would slip back into a sweet dream..
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"Come on, Emma!" Lily called up the stairs to her friend, "we're going to miss breakfast!". Lily, Alice and Frank were waiting in the Gryffindor common room for Emma to join them so they could go for breakfast. The door at the top of the steps burst open and out flung Emma in a rush, her hair was in a mess, she was carrying several books, her wand, a cauldron and various other things in her arms. She came flying down the stairs and nearly tripped over the bottom of her robes as she was doing so.
"Whoa!" She exclaimed, catching her balance. "Sorry I'm late guys, I guess I must've slept in!" Emma replied as she tried to compose herself. Her friends laughed at the state she was in,
"No harm done, Emma," Alice said, "but let's go! I want to find out what happened to Dumbledore last night!" As they walked down to breakfast, Emma composed herself remarkably fast, she quickly performed a hair charm on herself, causing the unruly mass of brown hair to shine and fall in perfect waves landing on her shoulders, she stuffed her books neatly into her cauldron, straightened her robes, and looked just like she had spent an hour getting ready, instead of only waking up ten minutes ago. Alice watched her, an amused look on her face,
"I must admit, Emma, you do have a certain aptitude for doing things in a rush!" The four friends were still laughing when they reached the great hall but stopped immediately when they entered. Instead of the usual cheerful morning crowd they normally encountered at breakfast, the great hall was nearly silent. The only talking was being done by whisper. The four friends looked around, feeling a great sense of apprehension. Some of the students looked really scared, some looked sad, a few from the Slytherin table looked a little smug. As they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Lily noticed a first year girl crying, she was about to go comfort her, when she saw James moving towards the girl. Looking at him in surprise, she noticed the clear look of sadness mingled with anger, and a tinge of fear in his eyes. He looked back at her, and nodded in response to Lily's questioning glance as he began whispering to the little girl. Lily turned her attention back to the table.
"What happened?" She asked a 5th year sitting next to her. The girl looked upset and didn't answer, instead she handed Lily a copy of the Daily Prophet and buried her face in her hands. Lily took the paper and began to read aloud the article on the front page:
The Wizarding World is reeling from the shock this morning after
a deadly attack by He Who Shall Not be Named that took the lives
of 12 Muggle-born witches and wizards last night.
Lily's eyes widened and she had to pause to make sure she had read the line correctly. Ensuring she had, she continued with an unsteady voice,
The attack occurred shortly before 9:00 last night as the Muggle-
Born Witchs and Wizards Society (MBWW) was about to begin their
annual meeting. According to the sole remaining witness, Mr.
Kindley, He Who Shall Not Be Named apparated with a number of
other witches and wizards wearing black cloaks with hoods that
covered their faces, right into the home of Mr. Loren Winters,
the late host of this years Society meeting. According to
Kindley, immediately upon apparating, He Who Shall Not Be Named
cast the killing curse on Mr. Winters. A massive battle then
erupted between the remaining 12 wizards and He Who Shall Not Be
Named's Death Eaters. According to Kindley, the battle was
fierce but the Society members lacked the necessary resolve
required to cast the killing curse, so were in a losing battle
from the start. Kindley, who belongs to a long line of
distinguished wizards, had accompanied his wife Tara, a Muggle-
born, to the meeting that evening. Kindley claims that after
performing the cruciatus curse on him several times, He Who
Shall Not Be Named told him to go, and to give the world a
message. "He said," related a quivering Kindley, "that this is
just the beginning. That this is a message to all Mudbloods and
those that would stand with them. And to all pure-bloods, the
time has come for us to join together, to take back what is
rightfully ours, to become a strong force again. Wizardingkind
has become weak, we seem to be fading away into nothingness, we
tip-toe around the Muggles when we should be ruling them. We
must come together, become strong again in spirit, strong in
will, strong in endurance, strong to bear all sacrifices*. Join
with me, my brothers and sisters of the Wizarding World. Join
with me, and together we will be strong, and we will all share a
part in the new world that is to come. Go against me, and you
will surely suffer greatly, needlessly." Understandably shaken
by this ordeal, Kindley is currently being treated at St.
Mungo's. As you all know, He Who Shall Not Be Named has been
quietly gathering supporters for the past few years, but this is
the first hostile action that he has taken. When approached for
comment, the Minster for Magic, Percival Grundy said that "This
is a black day in the Wizarding World, my deepest sympathies go
out to the families and friends of the victims and I urge all
Witches and Wizards to be on their guard."
Lily looked up from reading the paper, her voice and her hands were shaking, and she could barely breath. Twelve witches and wizards dead! How could it have happened? What did this all mean? She herself was Muggle-Born, was she in danger? A million thoughts raced through her mind. She felt sick to her stomach. She looked around at her friends for support, Alice had tears rolling down her face, Emma looked stunned, like she'd just been hit on the head by a bludger, Frank looked angry, like he wanted to kill something. Lily still couldn't believe what had happened. She was brought out of her thoughts by a solemn 'ahem' from the front of the room. She turned to see a haggard Professor Dumbledore standing there, attempting to get the attention of the room, he looked tired, and there were several more lines on his face than she was used to seeing,
"I'm sure by now," he began in a sombre tone, "that you have all heard about the terrible tragedy that took place last night. Many remarkable Wizards and Witches lost their lives, and we are assured that this is only the beginning. There is nothing I can say that would help ease the pain and shock of this terrible news. There is no explanation that I can offer as to why, but I can remind you that life continues, no matter how hard it might get. In light of these recent events, all classes will be cancelled today." There was a slight rustling, with quickly stopped as Dumbledore raised his hands "Also all Hogsmeade weekends have been cancelled until further notice. I would also ask to see the Head Boy and Girl in my office as soon as would be convenient. That is all."
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".I would also like to see the Head Boy and Girl in my office as soon as would be convenient. That is all."
James couldn't believe what was happening. It seemed so unbelievable. So senseless. So many good people lost their lives, and they did nothing to deserve it, except for be born with the wrong blood. He didn't know what to do, he felt so helpless. But he also felt angry. Who was this Voldemort to decide who should live and who should die? It was not up to him. He looked down the table to where Lily sat. She was a Muggle-born, did that mean she was a target? James shuddered, he didn't want to consider that possibility. He felt a knot of fear grow in the centre of his gut. The words 'this is just the beginning' rang in his ears. How many more would die in this senseless, meaningless way? James couldn't bare to think about it. He looked at his friends, no one said anything. The expressions on the faces of Sirius and Remus mirrored his, Peter looked terrified,
"My great-grandmother was a Muggle-born, d-d-d-d-do you th-th-th-think that means You K-k-k-k-know Who will come after me?" Peter asked quivering. Remus placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulders and squeezed.
"Don't worry, mate," he said giving Peter a small smile and tried to sound reassuring, "We won't let anything happen to you." Peter relaxed a little but didn't set seem too comforted.
James rose slowly,
"I best go find Lily and see what Dumbledore wants." James announced as he quietly moved away from the table.
End of chapter 3!
Please Review!!!
Thank you to Riddle-Child for reviewing the last chapter. I will try to fix up those spelling mistakes.
*excerpt from one of Hitler's speeches - Voldemort reminds me of him