Disclaimer: Must I really? *hides from rampaging lawyers* Fine fine!
Sheesh, don't get your knickers in a twist! Alright, I'm afraid that what
I may say will shock the fashizzle out of you, but I-DO-NOT-OWN-HARRY-
POTTER! *watches as readers faint* Hmm, I was afraid that'd happen. *runs
off to look for the smelling salts*
Death's Sanctuary
Chapter Two
Godric's Hollow was a sleepy little village situated right in the heart of Scotland's countryside. The neighbors were nice enough, although some were a bit secretive, and there were hardly any cars as the people preferred to walk from place to place. Godric's Hollow was home to many a witch and wizard. Not many muggle's lived in the village, but there were still enough to discourage the use of magic in public.
It was late at night, and all of the village's children were tucked safely in their beds, tuckered out from all of the trick-or-treating they had done earlier. The streetlight's glowed dimly by the road that curved and snaked through the village. The road led to the gate of a rather large house, which one could consider a small mansion. This house had belonged to the Potter family for generations, and Lily and James Potter were currently residing there with their small son, Harry.
The full moon bathed the large house with its iridescent light. The crickets chirped to one another from the bushes, and an owl hooted lazily from a nearby oak tree before launching itself into the sky, beginning its nightly hunt.
But this peaceful atmosphere would soon be shattered.
Screams and yells could be heard coming from inside the house, although the mansion was so far from the main road that no one would be able to hear them, but if one had been looking towards the Potter Mansion at that particular time, they would have seen bright flashes of blue, red, orange, and sickly pale green flash in the windows. A peculiar sight that would be.
Grim stood outside of the house. He was in his neutral (and natural) form as it was the one he usually took for most people. He sighed as he checked his watch and impatiently tapped his foot outside of the Potter's home. Finally, he heard what he had been waiting for.
"Say good-bye Potter! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
There was a flash of sickly pale green light, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Cruel laughter filled the air, before it became distant as it's owner ascended the stairs. Grim glided through the door. There lying on the ground was a young man, no older than twenty or so, with the messiest black hair Grim had ever seen. The man's eyes stared unblinkingly ahead, glazed in death. Grim leaned over the body and waited. Soon, the dead man starting moving.
"Ow! Bloody hell, did anybody get the number on that hippogriff? Man, talk about your hit and runs. Damn I'm sore," said the man as he rubbed the back of his neck. Grim watched amusedly. Mortals could be so funny at times, but it was true. Most dead people were sore after they had been killed with the aptly named Killing Curse. It had something to do with the spirit being ripped from the body. Not a pleasant experience, but the man did eventually go away.
The man, whom Grim assumed was James Potter, continued to mumble obscenities under his breathe. These mumblings suddenly halted, as it appeared that James had just remembered something, something important.
"LILY! HARRY!" With that, the man jumped to his feet and staggered to the stairs. Grim shook his head sadly. The poor man, his family would join him soon enough though. Now he just had to stop the man before he walked in on his wife and son's murder. Now that would be traumatizing.
"Hey James, where do you think you're going? Come on back here, I'm not done with you yet. You people are already taking up enough of my time as it is, and I don't want you making this any harder on yourself."
James spun quickly around, and looked on in shock. "Who the hell are you?"
If it wouldn't have looked so childish, Grim would have rolled his eyes, but since eye rolling did, in fact, look childish, he refrained himself from doing so. Maybe he shouldn't be so straight forward, but then Grim shook his head. No, he was in a hurry dammit, and frankly he didn't care if he was being unprofessional in the least.
"Ok, let's just get this over with. Hi, I'm the Grim Reaper and you are dead. In fact, your whole family is about to die, and I'm here to take you all to either Heaven or Hell. Now, I'm in a hurry so I don't have time for any hissy fits so don't bother or I'll just send you straight to Hell. Any questions and/or concerns?"
James gaped at Grim. He started to splutter, then just stopped and continued to stare at Grim in the most unbelieving fashion. Well, it was better than him throwing a temper tantrum (Grim occasionally had this problem). Grim stared straight back at him, sighed, and then checked his watch. If he could rap this up in twenty minutes, he may still be able to catch the Laverne and Shirley show.
James finally found his voice. "D-dead?"
Grim nodded his head grimly (pardon the pun) and was about to say something to confirm the man's beliefs when they heard a blood curdling scream from up the stairs. Both turned quickly towards the stairs.
"LILY!" yelled James as he bounded up the stairs, Grim right on his heels. James ran down the hall and into what appeared to be a nursery just in time to see his wife's body fall lifelessly to the floor. Grim sighed internally as he watched the scene unfold. James was at his wife's side in an instant, trying to get her to wake up, while Voldemort turned from Lily, clearly not being able to see Grim nor James, and advanced on the small baby crying loudly in the crib. James didn't realize that Voldemort was about to kill his child, as Lily was awakening, but Grim did and watched.
"Alas, I must kill one with such potential, but you will never have a chance to be a thorn in my side, Harry Potter. Now don't cry young one, you will join your fool father and mudblood mother soon enough. Good-bye Harry Potter."
It happened in a matter of seconds, but to Grim, it seemed much longer. Voldemort raised his wand, Lily screamed at seeing her child about to be murdered, and James tried to tackle Voldemort, but fell straight trough him. The words that would end the child's life were hissed by his murderer.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light flew directly at the child, the mother continued to scream and beg whomever would listen to spare her child's life, the father tried to jump in front of the curse, but it passed straight through him, and Grim just watched, as that was all he could do.
Grim expected the child to fall limp when the curse connected. He then expected to explain to both parents that they were dead, but they were going to go to heaven with their child. He would wish them a happy after life and send them on their way. Then, he would catch, probably, the last ten minutes of Laverne and Shirley, order a pizza, and watch TV for the rest of the night and into the next morning.
Those expectations were blown all to hell when the curse BOUNCED off the child's head and flew straight back at one extremely shocked and soon to be former dark lord. With an inhuman scream, Voldemort's body disintegrated and a dark shadow, the living spirit of Voldemort fled into the night through the opened window. The baby screamed in pain, and Grim could see a trail of blood flowing from the open wound down the baby's head.
For a moment, Lily, James, and Grim just stared at Harry. Then, Lily broke down into relieved sobs while James, equally happy that his child would live, tried to comfort her. Grim continued to stare at the baby that had just cheated death, himself. He had no idea what the hell had just happened. It was just too fast, but what Grim did know, was that this boy, Harry Potter, was a very special mortal indeed.
Grim sighed yet again. He REALLY needed to take that vacation now.
AN: Alright, short chapter, but I really don't have a set amount for how much I need to right per chapter. I just stop when it seems to be the time to stop it.
Yay! I got 17 reviews! That's alot for a new story! I'm not going to address everyone personally, but I do want to thank you all. I'll continue the story for now. But a few questions confused me, like "How will Harry get Death on his side?" Erm, that kind of confused me . . . very much, but all I can say is just wait and see what happens!
Oh, updates will be sporadic. I only ever have time to write on the weekends.
Death's Sanctuary
Chapter Two
Godric's Hollow was a sleepy little village situated right in the heart of Scotland's countryside. The neighbors were nice enough, although some were a bit secretive, and there were hardly any cars as the people preferred to walk from place to place. Godric's Hollow was home to many a witch and wizard. Not many muggle's lived in the village, but there were still enough to discourage the use of magic in public.
It was late at night, and all of the village's children were tucked safely in their beds, tuckered out from all of the trick-or-treating they had done earlier. The streetlight's glowed dimly by the road that curved and snaked through the village. The road led to the gate of a rather large house, which one could consider a small mansion. This house had belonged to the Potter family for generations, and Lily and James Potter were currently residing there with their small son, Harry.
The full moon bathed the large house with its iridescent light. The crickets chirped to one another from the bushes, and an owl hooted lazily from a nearby oak tree before launching itself into the sky, beginning its nightly hunt.
But this peaceful atmosphere would soon be shattered.
Screams and yells could be heard coming from inside the house, although the mansion was so far from the main road that no one would be able to hear them, but if one had been looking towards the Potter Mansion at that particular time, they would have seen bright flashes of blue, red, orange, and sickly pale green flash in the windows. A peculiar sight that would be.
Grim stood outside of the house. He was in his neutral (and natural) form as it was the one he usually took for most people. He sighed as he checked his watch and impatiently tapped his foot outside of the Potter's home. Finally, he heard what he had been waiting for.
"Say good-bye Potter! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
There was a flash of sickly pale green light, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Cruel laughter filled the air, before it became distant as it's owner ascended the stairs. Grim glided through the door. There lying on the ground was a young man, no older than twenty or so, with the messiest black hair Grim had ever seen. The man's eyes stared unblinkingly ahead, glazed in death. Grim leaned over the body and waited. Soon, the dead man starting moving.
"Ow! Bloody hell, did anybody get the number on that hippogriff? Man, talk about your hit and runs. Damn I'm sore," said the man as he rubbed the back of his neck. Grim watched amusedly. Mortals could be so funny at times, but it was true. Most dead people were sore after they had been killed with the aptly named Killing Curse. It had something to do with the spirit being ripped from the body. Not a pleasant experience, but the man did eventually go away.
The man, whom Grim assumed was James Potter, continued to mumble obscenities under his breathe. These mumblings suddenly halted, as it appeared that James had just remembered something, something important.
"LILY! HARRY!" With that, the man jumped to his feet and staggered to the stairs. Grim shook his head sadly. The poor man, his family would join him soon enough though. Now he just had to stop the man before he walked in on his wife and son's murder. Now that would be traumatizing.
"Hey James, where do you think you're going? Come on back here, I'm not done with you yet. You people are already taking up enough of my time as it is, and I don't want you making this any harder on yourself."
James spun quickly around, and looked on in shock. "Who the hell are you?"
If it wouldn't have looked so childish, Grim would have rolled his eyes, but since eye rolling did, in fact, look childish, he refrained himself from doing so. Maybe he shouldn't be so straight forward, but then Grim shook his head. No, he was in a hurry dammit, and frankly he didn't care if he was being unprofessional in the least.
"Ok, let's just get this over with. Hi, I'm the Grim Reaper and you are dead. In fact, your whole family is about to die, and I'm here to take you all to either Heaven or Hell. Now, I'm in a hurry so I don't have time for any hissy fits so don't bother or I'll just send you straight to Hell. Any questions and/or concerns?"
James gaped at Grim. He started to splutter, then just stopped and continued to stare at Grim in the most unbelieving fashion. Well, it was better than him throwing a temper tantrum (Grim occasionally had this problem). Grim stared straight back at him, sighed, and then checked his watch. If he could rap this up in twenty minutes, he may still be able to catch the Laverne and Shirley show.
James finally found his voice. "D-dead?"
Grim nodded his head grimly (pardon the pun) and was about to say something to confirm the man's beliefs when they heard a blood curdling scream from up the stairs. Both turned quickly towards the stairs.
"LILY!" yelled James as he bounded up the stairs, Grim right on his heels. James ran down the hall and into what appeared to be a nursery just in time to see his wife's body fall lifelessly to the floor. Grim sighed internally as he watched the scene unfold. James was at his wife's side in an instant, trying to get her to wake up, while Voldemort turned from Lily, clearly not being able to see Grim nor James, and advanced on the small baby crying loudly in the crib. James didn't realize that Voldemort was about to kill his child, as Lily was awakening, but Grim did and watched.
"Alas, I must kill one with such potential, but you will never have a chance to be a thorn in my side, Harry Potter. Now don't cry young one, you will join your fool father and mudblood mother soon enough. Good-bye Harry Potter."
It happened in a matter of seconds, but to Grim, it seemed much longer. Voldemort raised his wand, Lily screamed at seeing her child about to be murdered, and James tried to tackle Voldemort, but fell straight trough him. The words that would end the child's life were hissed by his murderer.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light flew directly at the child, the mother continued to scream and beg whomever would listen to spare her child's life, the father tried to jump in front of the curse, but it passed straight through him, and Grim just watched, as that was all he could do.
Grim expected the child to fall limp when the curse connected. He then expected to explain to both parents that they were dead, but they were going to go to heaven with their child. He would wish them a happy after life and send them on their way. Then, he would catch, probably, the last ten minutes of Laverne and Shirley, order a pizza, and watch TV for the rest of the night and into the next morning.
Those expectations were blown all to hell when the curse BOUNCED off the child's head and flew straight back at one extremely shocked and soon to be former dark lord. With an inhuman scream, Voldemort's body disintegrated and a dark shadow, the living spirit of Voldemort fled into the night through the opened window. The baby screamed in pain, and Grim could see a trail of blood flowing from the open wound down the baby's head.
For a moment, Lily, James, and Grim just stared at Harry. Then, Lily broke down into relieved sobs while James, equally happy that his child would live, tried to comfort her. Grim continued to stare at the baby that had just cheated death, himself. He had no idea what the hell had just happened. It was just too fast, but what Grim did know, was that this boy, Harry Potter, was a very special mortal indeed.
Grim sighed yet again. He REALLY needed to take that vacation now.
AN: Alright, short chapter, but I really don't have a set amount for how much I need to right per chapter. I just stop when it seems to be the time to stop it.
Yay! I got 17 reviews! That's alot for a new story! I'm not going to address everyone personally, but I do want to thank you all. I'll continue the story for now. But a few questions confused me, like "How will Harry get Death on his side?" Erm, that kind of confused me . . . very much, but all I can say is just wait and see what happens!
Oh, updates will be sporadic. I only ever have time to write on the weekends.