Immortal Conflicts

By: Myself



Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. She's mine and if you try to take her... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you.

A/N:

Theoddguy: Yes. Harry will appear, as you are about to see. But um... don't kill me for how it happens. I take no responsibility for it. It's all Damien's fault! /Throws Damien out to the wolves/ In my defense I would like to say that it most certainly not my fault. Quiet! No one said to defend yourself! Aye aye, el capitan. Oh do be quiet!

Chapter Two
Oh my... How did this happen?!

She entered the small house, smiling at petite, red haired Lily Evans. "Where's this angel you've named Harry?" she asked, glee filling her eyes. She arrived to retrieve this child, the second known piece to the puzzle.
"This way," Lily answered, and led the even smaller black haired up the staircase to the small bedroom that housed the sleeping child. It was plain white and the only decoration in the room was the wooden crib in the center. They crossed the room and upon looking into the crib, Elsa couldn't stop staring.
It can't be... she thought. It just can't. "Who did you say was the father again?" was that came out of her extremely surprised mouth.
"I'm not really sure," the red head replied. "You see, I was dating someone and upon breaking up I married James Potter, but divorced him shortly after. I couldn't go through with it as I was still in love with my ex." Lily shrugged. "So basically, it's a toss-up. Although I do like to tell James it's his."
Elsa smirked at this remark. She'd have some digging to do. But this baby named Harry was definitely the product of mixed lines. He had a patch of black hair, already growing unruly even though he was only two months old. But what color were his eyes? She wondered. That was the question.
"Well, Ms. Evans. I'll be relieving you of your parental duties at this time. If you wish to find out where your child has been placed, you can contact the adoption agency and they will gladly notify you," Elsa smiled politely as she bundled the still sleeping Harry into a blanket. "Have a pleasant day." Walking out of the room she stared down at the tiny Harry and smiled. "We'll put you in a lovely home, young Mr. Potter/Evans."
Lily opened the door to allow Elsa to depart and blinked. Shrieking, she backed into the house and pulled out her wand. But before she could say anything, the Dark Wizard standing in her doorway uttered two words and after a brilliant green flash, she fell lifeless to the floor.
"Tom!" Elsa exclaimed, her eyes widening. She placed Harry quickly on the couch and as she did, she heard "Avada Kedavra!" muttered again. The spell bounced off her and hit a small lamp on the end table. The lamp exploded and a flying shard cut open Harry's face. He instantly awoke and started screaming. "Expelliarmus!" she screamed in return, knocking Tom against the wall and disarming him. She picked the bawling Harry up off the couch and exited the house. Turning around, she set the house on fire and apparated away.
She apparated twice and just to make sure Tom couldn't follow her trail, she used Floo Powder from the Leaky Cauldron to arrive at her cottage. "That was far too close," she muttered sitting heavily in her armchair. She was still breathing hard from the encounter and the flight afterwards. Now she began to tend to the injured infant. She took him to her small kitchen and washed the off of his face with a warm washcloth, wincing inwardly. The cut was jagged and looked a bit like a lightning bolt. That's going to scar, she thought. Poor child. She cradled the wailing infant in her arms until the cries subsided into exhausted hiccups. She laid him in the armchair and looked into his emerald green eyes. Just as I suspected, she thought. A Slytherin. One of mine.

A/N: Oh my! Now she's really done it. Damien! How could you allow something like this to happen?!

I didn't. You're the writer.

But you're my muse. You gave me the idea!

You wrote it though.

/sigh/ Why are you always right?

Moving right along...

COMING ATTRACTIONS: What happens to the infant Harry? What happens to Voldie? (The real kicker) What happens to the still living James Potter? Stay tuned to find out.