The Reason
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher comes to Hogwarts, and
her past holds some secrets that could condemn her soul mate, as well as
the rest of the Wizarding world.
A/N: So, as summer is here, and I'm going to be bored out of my wits if I don't do something, I'm writing this. I may only write it for the summer, or I may write in for longer, depends on where my feelings take me. I've had this story in my head for a long time and I'm finally writing it down. It's rated PG-13 for language and possibly some physical stuff. We'll see where I take it later on, but for now, it's just for safety. Enjoy it, and as always: R&R.
The Reason Ch. 1: Dreaming of a Memory
"I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish this wish come true tonight," Lily Potter whispered, looking up at the night sky. "I wish my son grows to be strong and intelligent. I wish him friends and happiness. I wish he finds his soul mate, just like I've found mine."
Lily looked down from the stars that covered Goddrick's Hollow and into the green eyes of her son. She smiled as he rolled over and laughed as he blew a spit bubble.
"Honey, what's wrong?" James Potter asked, seeing the sadness still lurking behind his wife's eyes.
"Nothing. Everything's fine. We have a beautiful son, and we're going to watch him grow into a happy child and then into a strong and powerful wizard. We'll watch him go to Hogwarts and fall in love, and then get married. He'll have kids of his own and some day he'll stand out under these same stars and discuss their futures with his wife. Everything is absolutely fine."
"Then why are you sad?" he asked as he pulled her to her feet and slowly started dancing with her.
"You've heard the prophecy. What happens if he doesn't get to grow up, if we don't get to see him grow up? I can't stand to not get to see our beautiful little boy grow into a handsome young man."
"Don't worry, Lily. Everything will be absolutely fine."
"Such confidence, James. I love you."
"I love you too."
Silence fell between them, as they slowly danced under the star light, each thinking their own thoughts. On the ground, baby Harry watched them move, looking so much like James did when nothing else mattered.
"I talked to Dumbledore today," James finally told her, breaking the silence. "He thinks Voldemort is planning to strike soon. He said that we should think about going into hiding."
"I know. But let's talk about it tomorrow, ok? For now, the night's too lovely to talk about that disgusting piece of slime."
"Alright. So, how's my big boy doing down there on the..." James started but was cut off mid-sentence by a loud BEEP BEEP BEEP.
'What the hell?' Harry thought. Realizing his alarm clock was going off, he thumped it hard with his fist and reached for his glasses. The sun was shining in his window, left open for summer air to come through. "Why did I set my alarm for 8:30?" he asked Hedwig, the big white owl sitting on top of his dresser. "I was having a good dream too."
Relenquishing all thought of having a lie-in, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and walked over to his closet. He didn't get there before his forehead burst into pain and he fell to the floor, clutching his head.
Six thousand mile away, a girl sat straight up in bed, awoken in the middle of the night. In the upper left corner of her back, her birth mark had started burning, a birth mark that looked uncannily like the Dark mark.
A/N: So, as summer is here, and I'm going to be bored out of my wits if I don't do something, I'm writing this. I may only write it for the summer, or I may write in for longer, depends on where my feelings take me. I've had this story in my head for a long time and I'm finally writing it down. It's rated PG-13 for language and possibly some physical stuff. We'll see where I take it later on, but for now, it's just for safety. Enjoy it, and as always: R&R.
The Reason Ch. 1: Dreaming of a Memory
"I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish this wish come true tonight," Lily Potter whispered, looking up at the night sky. "I wish my son grows to be strong and intelligent. I wish him friends and happiness. I wish he finds his soul mate, just like I've found mine."
Lily looked down from the stars that covered Goddrick's Hollow and into the green eyes of her son. She smiled as he rolled over and laughed as he blew a spit bubble.
"Honey, what's wrong?" James Potter asked, seeing the sadness still lurking behind his wife's eyes.
"Nothing. Everything's fine. We have a beautiful son, and we're going to watch him grow into a happy child and then into a strong and powerful wizard. We'll watch him go to Hogwarts and fall in love, and then get married. He'll have kids of his own and some day he'll stand out under these same stars and discuss their futures with his wife. Everything is absolutely fine."
"Then why are you sad?" he asked as he pulled her to her feet and slowly started dancing with her.
"You've heard the prophecy. What happens if he doesn't get to grow up, if we don't get to see him grow up? I can't stand to not get to see our beautiful little boy grow into a handsome young man."
"Don't worry, Lily. Everything will be absolutely fine."
"Such confidence, James. I love you."
"I love you too."
Silence fell between them, as they slowly danced under the star light, each thinking their own thoughts. On the ground, baby Harry watched them move, looking so much like James did when nothing else mattered.
"I talked to Dumbledore today," James finally told her, breaking the silence. "He thinks Voldemort is planning to strike soon. He said that we should think about going into hiding."
"I know. But let's talk about it tomorrow, ok? For now, the night's too lovely to talk about that disgusting piece of slime."
"Alright. So, how's my big boy doing down there on the..." James started but was cut off mid-sentence by a loud BEEP BEEP BEEP.
'What the hell?' Harry thought. Realizing his alarm clock was going off, he thumped it hard with his fist and reached for his glasses. The sun was shining in his window, left open for summer air to come through. "Why did I set my alarm for 8:30?" he asked Hedwig, the big white owl sitting on top of his dresser. "I was having a good dream too."
Relenquishing all thought of having a lie-in, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and walked over to his closet. He didn't get there before his forehead burst into pain and he fell to the floor, clutching his head.
Six thousand mile away, a girl sat straight up in bed, awoken in the middle of the night. In the upper left corner of her back, her birth mark had started burning, a birth mark that looked uncannily like the Dark mark.