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Lady Ana Maria Lorinan
HermioneGreen
Drownin' in my tears
Alynna Lis Eachann
tia
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liz
Heir of the snake
By Laura's kitty
Some days later
Lily closed the door of Harry's room. She had just put the boy to sleep. Everything was quiet, James was downstairs. The hall was dark. This silence and the darkness had begun terrifying her. A few days ago she wouldn't have minded, but now... it felt like there could be someone or something stepping out of the darkness coming to get her. She believed to see shadows lurking in the dark corners, and had started having horrible nightmares every night. James was very worried about her, but there was nothing he could do to fight away her fears. At least Sirius had convinced James with some well-chosen arguments to use Peter Pettigrew as secret-keeper. Voldemort would never suspect him. That made her feel a bit safer. She shrugged and went down the stairs to James.
Hundreds of miles away
A small man with somehow rat-like features called Peter Pettigrew was kneeling on the floor.
"So, what news do you have to tell me, Wormtail?" asked Lord Voldemort who stood in front of him.
Pettigrew said quickly "The Potters have made me their secret-keeper. They changed their decision in the last moment. They are hiding in their house at Hillstreet Number 7, Godric's Hollow."
Voldemort kept his face expressionless. But inside he felt a huge wave of joy which he, mind you, didn't feel very often. "That's not very smart of them", he said coldly, "considering the fact that you're the traitorous rat you are."
Pettigrew winced and said sounding insulted "I'm loyal to you, master."
Voldemort laughed. "You're loyal to those who are strong enough to help you piece of filth to survive. But still, Lord Voldemort rewards those who help him... and you did help me."
Pettigrew was immensely relieved.
Voldemort too.
A week later
It was Halloween.
The perfect night.
The Potters' house stood there at the end of the lawn which was very big. Some flowers were planted here and there but it didn't look like being cared for too often. Some baby toys were lying on the earth, though this all was hard to see because it was dark and the moon wasn't very bright that night.
A tall man in dark robes with a hood covering his face was slowly walking towards the house with a deathly determination. An aura of darkness and danger seemed to radiate from him and everyone close would have frozen. When he noticed the baby toys lying around he hesitated for a moment, then went on even firmer. He reached the front door and didn't move for a few seconds, then raised his pale hand and knocked on the door.
This man was Lord Voldemort who came for his son.
It was late in the evening and Lily was washing the dishes, she could have done it magically but it reminded her of her muggle home, and James was still playing with Harry. Nothing had happened for a week. Everything was normal, except that they hadn't left the house for all week. Lily had managed to convince herself that Voldemort wouldn't find them. He couldn't find them. And he would never suspect Peter. Nobody in a right mind would suspect Peter, that was the brilliance of the idea. And, unlike James, she completely trusted Dumbledore who had also appreciated the idea. James had only used Peter because it had been Sirius' idea. Sirius was the only person he always listened to. But Lily didn't trust him. Dumbledore suspected him for being a spy, and Dumbledore was by far the wisest man she had ever met. She always listened to his advice, and she couldn't understand why James didn't. He had questioned Dumbledore about the reason Voldemort wanted to kill them so badly, but Dumbledore hadn't told. Lily was sure he had a good reason not to, but James had been upset. He wasn't confident enough in Dumbledore, Lily thought. But then, he loved her more than anything else and would do everything for her. She couldn't think of a better husband.
"James, take Harry to bed, now, it's really late!" she called.
"He doesn't want to go yet!" James called back from the living room. "He's still fully awake now, he won't go to sleep."
Lily sighed. She was sometimes annoyed because Harry just wouldn't sleep. He slept much to less for a child his age, but he didn't seem to need it. He had somehow managed to learn how to climb out of his bed, and almost never stayed there. They had bought him a bed with very high lattices where he couldn't climb out but, being the wizard child he was they had suddenly been gone. James found that amusing and had given up. So then HE had to play with Harry now.
Lily started to go on with her work, but at that moment there was a knocking on the door. She grabbed a towel and dried her hands. It could only be Peter, Sirius, Remus or Dumbledore, but why would they knock? Couldn't they apparate? James came from the living room and looked through the window. Then he looked back at Lily, horror-stricken.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Lily nodded numbly and immediately raced to Harry and picked him up- she heard the door burst open- a cackle of high-pitched laughter- she hurried up the stairs- that wouldn't help- but what other options did she have?- downstairs she heard James say something- she knew that would be the last time she ever heard his voice- and heard the cold, high-pitched voice answer- she ran into the bedroom, holding the child tightly- what now- she needed to save him- there was James' broomstick- fly out of the window?
Downstairs, the door had burst open and Lord Voldemort stepped over the threshold. He laughed at the sight of James Potter's face as he looked right into his own blood-red eyes. Potter seemed to catch himself quickly, and with the Gryffindor bravery of his- Voldemort considered it as stupidity- he moved into the way and said "You will not get my family without killing me first."
"How brave." Voldemort retorted amusedly. "Do you really think I'd mind that? Your life has no meaning to me- only that of 'your' son. I have no reason not to kill you."
"My son?" James asked, clearly not understanding.
"No, not YOUR son. MY son." Voldemort said and drew his wand out.
"You're lying!" yelled James. "Stupefy!"
Voldemort blocked the spell with ease. "I'm not lying. Why should I have come here if not to get back the child Dumbledore has taken from me and given to you?"
He could tell James started to realize the truth. But in desperation James raised his wand again- "Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said and James' body dropped dead. He stepped over it and went upstairs. He knew that the woman was in the bedroom. He opened the drawer and saw her standing between him and his son. She screamed. The baby started to cry.
"We're not playing hide-and-seek, you little girl. Stand aside and give me the boy." He said cruelly.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she cried.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now...." Voldemort said. What she did now would decide her fate- if she kept protecting his son she would be granted a quick death, like her husband, but if she left him to death he would take her back with him and torture her into insanity. She didn't stand aside.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy...."
He laughed shrilly and she screamed again so that she couldn't hear the words he spoke for the second time that night- a flash of green light and she was dead.
And there, right behind her, was his crying son. He hesitated, then picked the child up. Harry, or Alexander stopped crying at once and looked with his emerald green eyes into Voldemort's red ones. He showed no sign of fear which was just natural as he was a baby and didn't understand that his caring mother was dead.
Voldemort was pleased that at least his son had been taken care of by responsible people who had loved him enough to protect him until their last breath. He carried the child out of the house, spoke a curse to blow it up and shot the Dark Mark into the sky. Alex watched interestedly. Then they fled.
Done for today, tell me how you like it... if you have any wishes.... I'll do them if they are okay with the challenge... just review... it's so easy...
Lady Ana Maria Lorinan
HermioneGreen
Drownin' in my tears
Alynna Lis Eachann
tia
chozen1
liz
Heir of the snake
By Laura's kitty
Some days later
Lily closed the door of Harry's room. She had just put the boy to sleep. Everything was quiet, James was downstairs. The hall was dark. This silence and the darkness had begun terrifying her. A few days ago she wouldn't have minded, but now... it felt like there could be someone or something stepping out of the darkness coming to get her. She believed to see shadows lurking in the dark corners, and had started having horrible nightmares every night. James was very worried about her, but there was nothing he could do to fight away her fears. At least Sirius had convinced James with some well-chosen arguments to use Peter Pettigrew as secret-keeper. Voldemort would never suspect him. That made her feel a bit safer. She shrugged and went down the stairs to James.
Hundreds of miles away
A small man with somehow rat-like features called Peter Pettigrew was kneeling on the floor.
"So, what news do you have to tell me, Wormtail?" asked Lord Voldemort who stood in front of him.
Pettigrew said quickly "The Potters have made me their secret-keeper. They changed their decision in the last moment. They are hiding in their house at Hillstreet Number 7, Godric's Hollow."
Voldemort kept his face expressionless. But inside he felt a huge wave of joy which he, mind you, didn't feel very often. "That's not very smart of them", he said coldly, "considering the fact that you're the traitorous rat you are."
Pettigrew winced and said sounding insulted "I'm loyal to you, master."
Voldemort laughed. "You're loyal to those who are strong enough to help you piece of filth to survive. But still, Lord Voldemort rewards those who help him... and you did help me."
Pettigrew was immensely relieved.
Voldemort too.
A week later
It was Halloween.
The perfect night.
The Potters' house stood there at the end of the lawn which was very big. Some flowers were planted here and there but it didn't look like being cared for too often. Some baby toys were lying on the earth, though this all was hard to see because it was dark and the moon wasn't very bright that night.
A tall man in dark robes with a hood covering his face was slowly walking towards the house with a deathly determination. An aura of darkness and danger seemed to radiate from him and everyone close would have frozen. When he noticed the baby toys lying around he hesitated for a moment, then went on even firmer. He reached the front door and didn't move for a few seconds, then raised his pale hand and knocked on the door.
This man was Lord Voldemort who came for his son.
It was late in the evening and Lily was washing the dishes, she could have done it magically but it reminded her of her muggle home, and James was still playing with Harry. Nothing had happened for a week. Everything was normal, except that they hadn't left the house for all week. Lily had managed to convince herself that Voldemort wouldn't find them. He couldn't find them. And he would never suspect Peter. Nobody in a right mind would suspect Peter, that was the brilliance of the idea. And, unlike James, she completely trusted Dumbledore who had also appreciated the idea. James had only used Peter because it had been Sirius' idea. Sirius was the only person he always listened to. But Lily didn't trust him. Dumbledore suspected him for being a spy, and Dumbledore was by far the wisest man she had ever met. She always listened to his advice, and she couldn't understand why James didn't. He had questioned Dumbledore about the reason Voldemort wanted to kill them so badly, but Dumbledore hadn't told. Lily was sure he had a good reason not to, but James had been upset. He wasn't confident enough in Dumbledore, Lily thought. But then, he loved her more than anything else and would do everything for her. She couldn't think of a better husband.
"James, take Harry to bed, now, it's really late!" she called.
"He doesn't want to go yet!" James called back from the living room. "He's still fully awake now, he won't go to sleep."
Lily sighed. She was sometimes annoyed because Harry just wouldn't sleep. He slept much to less for a child his age, but he didn't seem to need it. He had somehow managed to learn how to climb out of his bed, and almost never stayed there. They had bought him a bed with very high lattices where he couldn't climb out but, being the wizard child he was they had suddenly been gone. James found that amusing and had given up. So then HE had to play with Harry now.
Lily started to go on with her work, but at that moment there was a knocking on the door. She grabbed a towel and dried her hands. It could only be Peter, Sirius, Remus or Dumbledore, but why would they knock? Couldn't they apparate? James came from the living room and looked through the window. Then he looked back at Lily, horror-stricken.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Lily nodded numbly and immediately raced to Harry and picked him up- she heard the door burst open- a cackle of high-pitched laughter- she hurried up the stairs- that wouldn't help- but what other options did she have?- downstairs she heard James say something- she knew that would be the last time she ever heard his voice- and heard the cold, high-pitched voice answer- she ran into the bedroom, holding the child tightly- what now- she needed to save him- there was James' broomstick- fly out of the window?
Downstairs, the door had burst open and Lord Voldemort stepped over the threshold. He laughed at the sight of James Potter's face as he looked right into his own blood-red eyes. Potter seemed to catch himself quickly, and with the Gryffindor bravery of his- Voldemort considered it as stupidity- he moved into the way and said "You will not get my family without killing me first."
"How brave." Voldemort retorted amusedly. "Do you really think I'd mind that? Your life has no meaning to me- only that of 'your' son. I have no reason not to kill you."
"My son?" James asked, clearly not understanding.
"No, not YOUR son. MY son." Voldemort said and drew his wand out.
"You're lying!" yelled James. "Stupefy!"
Voldemort blocked the spell with ease. "I'm not lying. Why should I have come here if not to get back the child Dumbledore has taken from me and given to you?"
He could tell James started to realize the truth. But in desperation James raised his wand again- "Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said and James' body dropped dead. He stepped over it and went upstairs. He knew that the woman was in the bedroom. He opened the drawer and saw her standing between him and his son. She screamed. The baby started to cry.
"We're not playing hide-and-seek, you little girl. Stand aside and give me the boy." He said cruelly.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she cried.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now...." Voldemort said. What she did now would decide her fate- if she kept protecting his son she would be granted a quick death, like her husband, but if she left him to death he would take her back with him and torture her into insanity. She didn't stand aside.
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy...."
He laughed shrilly and she screamed again so that she couldn't hear the words he spoke for the second time that night- a flash of green light and she was dead.
And there, right behind her, was his crying son. He hesitated, then picked the child up. Harry, or Alexander stopped crying at once and looked with his emerald green eyes into Voldemort's red ones. He showed no sign of fear which was just natural as he was a baby and didn't understand that his caring mother was dead.
Voldemort was pleased that at least his son had been taken care of by responsible people who had loved him enough to protect him until their last breath. He carried the child out of the house, spoke a curse to blow it up and shot the Dark Mark into the sky. Alex watched interestedly. Then they fled.
Done for today, tell me how you like it... if you have any wishes.... I'll do them if they are okay with the challenge... just review... it's so easy...