Chapter 5- It's Him!
"Lily, take Harry and go! Run, go on! It's him! I'll hold him off-"
The house shook once more- Voldemort trying to break into the house. Even with all the magic protecting them, Lily knew that it would not last long.
"I don't want to leave you, James!"
"You have to! Harry has to live!"
The door burst from its hinges. Lily stood there, clutching their son in her arms, wondering why they had ever chosen to stand in the room with the only door. What had they been thinking?
"Well, well…" a hissing, murderous voice rang in Lily's ears. Voldemort stepped into the room. Her eyes widened with fear.
"Lily, get back! Go!"
Voldemort's attention was drawn to James, who straightened to face him. Lily wanted to cry out, but her throat had closed, she could not make a sound. James reached into his pocket for his wand…
"Oh, no," James whispered. Lily's eyes widened even more at the realization that James did not have his wand with him. He turned his gaze to her. "Go, Lily."
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
James fell to the floor, lifeless. Lily gasped, wanting to run to him, but Voldemort stood in the way. Holding Harry tightly to her, she ran up the stairs to his room. She knew she should not have done this, but she could not get to the door and escape. Even if she had been able to get out of the house, Death Eaters surrounded the structure on all sides. There was no escape.
"Surprise." A line she recognized from her dream. The voice from behind her was more menacing than ever. She shut her eyes tightly, whispering a silent 'I love you' to Harry. She placed the child into his crib carefully, knowing he would be safer outside of her arms. She still could not cry. The tears would not come, though she wished they would, now.
"Please, leave my child alone. He's only a baby."
"Stand aside, girl. Stand aside or I will kill you."
"Not Harry, please not Harry. I'll do anything-"
"I don't have to kill you unless you make me. Stand aside." The hissing grew more pressing. She barely heard him.
"You don't want to, you don't want to kill a child, please…" Her voice had diminished to a whisper, but she knew it was plain to him what she was saying.
"Yes I do. Move now, before I have to kill you."
"Please, don't. I'm begging you."
"Stand aside, you silly girl!"
"Don't kill Harry! Take me, kill me instead!"
An evil grin split his face. "Very well then. If you insist, I *will* kill you. Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light, and then Lily felt nothing.
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Sirius was on a job in Wales when the feeling took him. He suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he faced the general direction of Godric's Hollow.
Alastor Moody noticed Sirius's movement. "What is it, boy?"
"Something's wrong," Sirius stated simply. He pulled on his leather biker's jacket.
"Sirius, what's going on?" Frank Longbottom asked, concerned.
"It's just something I have to take care of. Continue here without me. This needs to be done. You don't need me here, but I am needed somewhere else." He swung his leg over the side of his flying motorbike.
Frank came as close to Sirius as he had to in order to speak quietly. "It's James and Lily, isn't it." Though his words were questioning, his tone wasn't. There was only one thing Sirius would leave a job for.
Sirius nodded, firmly and sadly. Frank stepped back as he revved the engine. "Hold on, Prongs. I'm coming," he whispered into the night. He took off faster than was safe, and was well on his way to Godric's Hollow in a few minutes.
Yes, he could just- *feel* what was wrong. Voldemort had found them. Lily and James would die…Sirius only hoped that Harry would not have to. He could not bear to lose them all in the same night. He sped up.
Voldemort had found them. But how?
*Peter, what did you do?!!* Sirius thought angrily.
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"And the second one falls," Lucius Malfoy laughed from outside the house in Godric's Hollow. A few of those around him chuckled as well.
"When this is over, I hope we won't be chasing after any more harmless, helpless children. Pureblooded ones at that. We have more important things to do," Rodolphus Lestrange commented scathingly.
"Careful," Malfoy warned. "What is important is what the Master *says* is important."
Lestrange nodded curtly. "Of course." His voice was fairly dripping with sarcasm. Lucius almost felt compelled to order his house elf to come clean it up with a rag.
A few seconds later, a blinding flash of green light erupted from one of the second floor windows. Malfoy shielded his eyes from it. At the same moment, an enraged, agonized cry came from within the house.
"What's going on, Malfoy?"
His hand came up, brushing harshly across the back of the head of the man who had just spoken. "Don't use my name, you idiot." The idiot he was referring to was Goyle.
"Sorry. But…do you think the kid made that noise?"
Malfoy turned slightly to roll his eyes in Goyle's direction, even though he could not see it behind the mask. "Yes. I'm sure it was. After all, most one-year-olds sound like grown men." He shook his head, crossing his arms and planting his feet to wait for the Dark Lord to emerge.
He did not.
Malfoy sensed the others growing restless. "Perhaps we should see what is keeping him," he suggested.
As they took a few steps forward, the walls of the house began to shudder strangely. Malfoy slowed, narrowing his eyes at the odd sight and sound. Before he could decide what was happening, the building collapsed.
"Well," Bellatrix Lestrange began amusedly. "I suppose we can't go in, then."
"Shut your trap, woman," Malfoy snapped. He had never gotten along with the Lestranges, even his wife's sister Bellatrix, but that was not the reason for his rudeness. He had strict orders from his Master, but none of them told him what to do if one of his plans went as horribly wrong as this one seemed to.
"Well, there's nothing for it now," Macnair shrugged. "I say we go."
"It's not you who says," Malfoy scoffed at him, though he was inclined to agree. There was no sign of their Master, and he was at a loss for an on-the-spot plan. "This is what we'll do. We'll retreat- back to the closest headquarters, I suppose. Once there, we'll figure out what happened, and come up with a plan. Understand? Good."
Just in time- someone was coming. Someone on a flying vehicle. Malfoy Disapparated immediately, not waiting to see what Muggle-loving fool was approaching to see what was wrong.
A day later, the news came to the Death Eaters that Voldemort had been defeated. By a child, a boy called Harry Potter.
Thus, among the ranks of the Death Eaters, the frenzy began to spread.
End Chapter 5
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"Lily, take Harry and go! Run, go on! It's him! I'll hold him off-"
The house shook once more- Voldemort trying to break into the house. Even with all the magic protecting them, Lily knew that it would not last long.
"I don't want to leave you, James!"
"You have to! Harry has to live!"
The door burst from its hinges. Lily stood there, clutching their son in her arms, wondering why they had ever chosen to stand in the room with the only door. What had they been thinking?
"Well, well…" a hissing, murderous voice rang in Lily's ears. Voldemort stepped into the room. Her eyes widened with fear.
"Lily, get back! Go!"
Voldemort's attention was drawn to James, who straightened to face him. Lily wanted to cry out, but her throat had closed, she could not make a sound. James reached into his pocket for his wand…
"Oh, no," James whispered. Lily's eyes widened even more at the realization that James did not have his wand with him. He turned his gaze to her. "Go, Lily."
"*Avada Kedavra!*"
James fell to the floor, lifeless. Lily gasped, wanting to run to him, but Voldemort stood in the way. Holding Harry tightly to her, she ran up the stairs to his room. She knew she should not have done this, but she could not get to the door and escape. Even if she had been able to get out of the house, Death Eaters surrounded the structure on all sides. There was no escape.
"Surprise." A line she recognized from her dream. The voice from behind her was more menacing than ever. She shut her eyes tightly, whispering a silent 'I love you' to Harry. She placed the child into his crib carefully, knowing he would be safer outside of her arms. She still could not cry. The tears would not come, though she wished they would, now.
"Please, leave my child alone. He's only a baby."
"Stand aside, girl. Stand aside or I will kill you."
"Not Harry, please not Harry. I'll do anything-"
"I don't have to kill you unless you make me. Stand aside." The hissing grew more pressing. She barely heard him.
"You don't want to, you don't want to kill a child, please…" Her voice had diminished to a whisper, but she knew it was plain to him what she was saying.
"Yes I do. Move now, before I have to kill you."
"Please, don't. I'm begging you."
"Stand aside, you silly girl!"
"Don't kill Harry! Take me, kill me instead!"
An evil grin split his face. "Very well then. If you insist, I *will* kill you. Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light, and then Lily felt nothing.
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Sirius was on a job in Wales when the feeling took him. He suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he faced the general direction of Godric's Hollow.
Alastor Moody noticed Sirius's movement. "What is it, boy?"
"Something's wrong," Sirius stated simply. He pulled on his leather biker's jacket.
"Sirius, what's going on?" Frank Longbottom asked, concerned.
"It's just something I have to take care of. Continue here without me. This needs to be done. You don't need me here, but I am needed somewhere else." He swung his leg over the side of his flying motorbike.
Frank came as close to Sirius as he had to in order to speak quietly. "It's James and Lily, isn't it." Though his words were questioning, his tone wasn't. There was only one thing Sirius would leave a job for.
Sirius nodded, firmly and sadly. Frank stepped back as he revved the engine. "Hold on, Prongs. I'm coming," he whispered into the night. He took off faster than was safe, and was well on his way to Godric's Hollow in a few minutes.
Yes, he could just- *feel* what was wrong. Voldemort had found them. Lily and James would die…Sirius only hoped that Harry would not have to. He could not bear to lose them all in the same night. He sped up.
Voldemort had found them. But how?
*Peter, what did you do?!!* Sirius thought angrily.
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"And the second one falls," Lucius Malfoy laughed from outside the house in Godric's Hollow. A few of those around him chuckled as well.
"When this is over, I hope we won't be chasing after any more harmless, helpless children. Pureblooded ones at that. We have more important things to do," Rodolphus Lestrange commented scathingly.
"Careful," Malfoy warned. "What is important is what the Master *says* is important."
Lestrange nodded curtly. "Of course." His voice was fairly dripping with sarcasm. Lucius almost felt compelled to order his house elf to come clean it up with a rag.
A few seconds later, a blinding flash of green light erupted from one of the second floor windows. Malfoy shielded his eyes from it. At the same moment, an enraged, agonized cry came from within the house.
"What's going on, Malfoy?"
His hand came up, brushing harshly across the back of the head of the man who had just spoken. "Don't use my name, you idiot." The idiot he was referring to was Goyle.
"Sorry. But…do you think the kid made that noise?"
Malfoy turned slightly to roll his eyes in Goyle's direction, even though he could not see it behind the mask. "Yes. I'm sure it was. After all, most one-year-olds sound like grown men." He shook his head, crossing his arms and planting his feet to wait for the Dark Lord to emerge.
He did not.
Malfoy sensed the others growing restless. "Perhaps we should see what is keeping him," he suggested.
As they took a few steps forward, the walls of the house began to shudder strangely. Malfoy slowed, narrowing his eyes at the odd sight and sound. Before he could decide what was happening, the building collapsed.
"Well," Bellatrix Lestrange began amusedly. "I suppose we can't go in, then."
"Shut your trap, woman," Malfoy snapped. He had never gotten along with the Lestranges, even his wife's sister Bellatrix, but that was not the reason for his rudeness. He had strict orders from his Master, but none of them told him what to do if one of his plans went as horribly wrong as this one seemed to.
"Well, there's nothing for it now," Macnair shrugged. "I say we go."
"It's not you who says," Malfoy scoffed at him, though he was inclined to agree. There was no sign of their Master, and he was at a loss for an on-the-spot plan. "This is what we'll do. We'll retreat- back to the closest headquarters, I suppose. Once there, we'll figure out what happened, and come up with a plan. Understand? Good."
Just in time- someone was coming. Someone on a flying vehicle. Malfoy Disapparated immediately, not waiting to see what Muggle-loving fool was approaching to see what was wrong.
A day later, the news came to the Death Eaters that Voldemort had been defeated. By a child, a boy called Harry Potter.
Thus, among the ranks of the Death Eaters, the frenzy began to spread.
End Chapter 5
I must say I'm slightly disappointed about the whole review thing. If anyone has any suggestions as to how I might get more people to read this, I would love to have them. I like this story, and I have Evidence! that at least *one* other person does too. (Thank you, Compellingold. You're a great reader/reviewer).
So anyway, review, and tell me what you think. There will be more, of course. Mostly Sirius. A little of Remus, probably.
Review! And if you go read and review No Longer an Enemy, you can have confetti.