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This is a bit of a long one, I tried to split it up but it was a bit hard. It's all good though, I promise!!!!
Harry felt himself spinning around, but he couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, he felt a jolt and a bump as he landed on a floor. He felt around for his glasses, put them on, and the room became a clear vision.
It was a living room, and sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room where three people. A man and a woman where curled up together at one end, with their legs stretched along the length of the sofa to the other side. In their arms was a small baby, no older than one, who was gurgling happily at his parents as they softly tickled him.
Harry felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he looked up at his parents. He saw the smiles on their faces, how much they loved him, how much they loved each other.
"He'll be coming soon," said Lily, the smile suddenly fading from her face. "I prefer to call him 'it', after all, he can't be human can he?" James replied laughing. He then saw Lily starting to cry and he wrapped his arms more tightly around her. "I don't want to lose him, Jamie." She cried, hugging baby Harry tightly, "He's my little boy; I don't want him taken away from me." "Don't worry Lil, we'll get him back eventually; and he'll be in safe hands." James said, trying to comfort his wife. "I know, I'm just so scared. What was that?"
When they listened they heard someone or something moving around in the kitchen, where it had just come in through the back door. They jumped off of the sofa, Lily still holding baby Harry. Harry got up from his position on the floor and went to stand nearer to his parents.
"Lily, take Harry and run!" James yelled at his wife.
Harry watched his mother carry his crying one year old self up the stairs and seconds later, Voldemort walked, or rather glided, in through the living room door. Harry saw his father quickly whip out his wand and point it towards Voldemort; but he wasn't quite quick enough.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted with a hint of laughter in his voice. Harry could do nothing but watch as his father dropped his wand and collapsed on the floor. He was dead. The Dark Lord laughed at what he had done and turned to leave. Harry ran through the living room door and up the stairs before Voldemort had even stopped laughing. He soon found the room his mother was hiding in and walked in to find his mother holding her son close to her, crying, but still managing to talk.
"It'll be alright Harry, it'll all turn out fine. He can't hurt you. He can't." she said, kissing the top of baby Harry's head. All Harry wanted at that moment was to run to his mother and comfort her. Tell her that he would be o.k, but he couldn't. Something apart from the fact that he wasn't really there and that this was only a memory was stopping him. He was thinking about his mother's last words."He can't hurt you. He can't.". How did she know?
"Stand aside girl." Harry turned around to see Voldemort standing by the door, his wand pointing towards Lily and the baby in her arms. "No, please don't hurt Harry; take me instead. Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt my baby." Lily pleaded. She crouched down on the floor, still holding her son, begging for Harry's life. "Fine I'll take you instead - Avada Kedavra!" Lily screamed in pain and hit the floor next to baby Harry. Voldemort shrieked a cold, high-pitched laugh and pointed his wand the one year old, who was sitting on the floor. "Your mother's a bit foolish really, isn't she?" Harry couldn't bear to watch; out of the corner of his eye, he could still see his mother's dead body lying, motionless on the floor.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. There was a flash of green light and a bang as Voldemort's curse bounced off of one-year-old Harry's forehead and rebounded onto Voldemort, who screamed, then disappeared. Harry got himself together and prepared to be taken back to Charms. But nothing happened. Instead, he heard movement downstairs. He took a last glance down at his one-year-old self and went downstairs.
"Sirius" Harry gasped as he saw his godfather entering the house - or what was left of it after the explosion. Sirius began looking around for some kind of life or movement; Harry figured he was looking for baby Harry, to fulfil his duties as Godfather and look after his godson. Harry followed Sirius into the living room, where James was lying dead on the floor. Sirius knelt down to his best friend, took out his wand and pointed it towards James' heart. He muttered an incantation and stood up, still looking down at James.
It all happened in an instant and Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. James opened his eyes and began to stand up. Sirius leant down to help his best friend up. "We did it, Prongs, we did it!" He said, pulling a smiling James into a hug. Suddenly, the smile vanished from his face and he pulled away from Sirius. "Lily" he gasped "Harry; oh my god Snuffles, what if it didn't work, what if." James cried, frantic. "Well, lets go and check then." Said Sirius calmly.
James practically flew up the stairs, Sirius close behind him, while Harry followed. They slowed to a walking pace and turned into the bedroom. "Lily!" James cried as he rushed to his wife, who was still lying on the floor. Sirius bent down and picked up baby Harry and cradled him in his arms. Harry watched as James tried, with success, to revive his wife. Lily got up and James held her tightly.
"I hate to break up your little moment but um." Sirius said as he looked down at the baby lying in his arms, and pointed to his forehead, which now supported a thin, lightning shaped scar. James and Lily walked over to Sirius and their one year old son and tears slowly trickled down their cheeks as they gently touched the scar on baby Harry's forehead. Harry, who was still watching from the sidelines, felt a tingling sensation in his scar; one that he had never felt before or ever thought he would feel. "I can't leave him James." Lily whispered whilst stroking her son's hair. "And you think I can?" James replied, fighting to hold back the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "I promise I'll look after him Lil, I promise." Sirius said comfortingly. "Hello?" Harry heard a voice downstairs that sounded distinctly like Hagrid's. "You'd better go." Sirius said, turning to James. The parents kissed their son, the best friends hugged and in an instant Harry's parents were gone; and so was Harry.
TBC
Thank you to my reviewers, I love you all!! Please review, and tell your friends to read and review it as well, then I know that there are more than like 3 people reading my stories!!! Thanks, H.L.T
This is a bit of a long one, I tried to split it up but it was a bit hard. It's all good though, I promise!!!!
Harry felt himself spinning around, but he couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, he felt a jolt and a bump as he landed on a floor. He felt around for his glasses, put them on, and the room became a clear vision.
It was a living room, and sitting on the sofa in the middle of the room where three people. A man and a woman where curled up together at one end, with their legs stretched along the length of the sofa to the other side. In their arms was a small baby, no older than one, who was gurgling happily at his parents as they softly tickled him.
Harry felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he looked up at his parents. He saw the smiles on their faces, how much they loved him, how much they loved each other.
"He'll be coming soon," said Lily, the smile suddenly fading from her face. "I prefer to call him 'it', after all, he can't be human can he?" James replied laughing. He then saw Lily starting to cry and he wrapped his arms more tightly around her. "I don't want to lose him, Jamie." She cried, hugging baby Harry tightly, "He's my little boy; I don't want him taken away from me." "Don't worry Lil, we'll get him back eventually; and he'll be in safe hands." James said, trying to comfort his wife. "I know, I'm just so scared. What was that?"
When they listened they heard someone or something moving around in the kitchen, where it had just come in through the back door. They jumped off of the sofa, Lily still holding baby Harry. Harry got up from his position on the floor and went to stand nearer to his parents.
"Lily, take Harry and run!" James yelled at his wife.
Harry watched his mother carry his crying one year old self up the stairs and seconds later, Voldemort walked, or rather glided, in through the living room door. Harry saw his father quickly whip out his wand and point it towards Voldemort; but he wasn't quite quick enough.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted with a hint of laughter in his voice. Harry could do nothing but watch as his father dropped his wand and collapsed on the floor. He was dead. The Dark Lord laughed at what he had done and turned to leave. Harry ran through the living room door and up the stairs before Voldemort had even stopped laughing. He soon found the room his mother was hiding in and walked in to find his mother holding her son close to her, crying, but still managing to talk.
"It'll be alright Harry, it'll all turn out fine. He can't hurt you. He can't." she said, kissing the top of baby Harry's head. All Harry wanted at that moment was to run to his mother and comfort her. Tell her that he would be o.k, but he couldn't. Something apart from the fact that he wasn't really there and that this was only a memory was stopping him. He was thinking about his mother's last words."He can't hurt you. He can't.". How did she know?
"Stand aside girl." Harry turned around to see Voldemort standing by the door, his wand pointing towards Lily and the baby in her arms. "No, please don't hurt Harry; take me instead. Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt my baby." Lily pleaded. She crouched down on the floor, still holding her son, begging for Harry's life. "Fine I'll take you instead - Avada Kedavra!" Lily screamed in pain and hit the floor next to baby Harry. Voldemort shrieked a cold, high-pitched laugh and pointed his wand the one year old, who was sitting on the floor. "Your mother's a bit foolish really, isn't she?" Harry couldn't bear to watch; out of the corner of his eye, he could still see his mother's dead body lying, motionless on the floor.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. There was a flash of green light and a bang as Voldemort's curse bounced off of one-year-old Harry's forehead and rebounded onto Voldemort, who screamed, then disappeared. Harry got himself together and prepared to be taken back to Charms. But nothing happened. Instead, he heard movement downstairs. He took a last glance down at his one-year-old self and went downstairs.
"Sirius" Harry gasped as he saw his godfather entering the house - or what was left of it after the explosion. Sirius began looking around for some kind of life or movement; Harry figured he was looking for baby Harry, to fulfil his duties as Godfather and look after his godson. Harry followed Sirius into the living room, where James was lying dead on the floor. Sirius knelt down to his best friend, took out his wand and pointed it towards James' heart. He muttered an incantation and stood up, still looking down at James.
It all happened in an instant and Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. James opened his eyes and began to stand up. Sirius leant down to help his best friend up. "We did it, Prongs, we did it!" He said, pulling a smiling James into a hug. Suddenly, the smile vanished from his face and he pulled away from Sirius. "Lily" he gasped "Harry; oh my god Snuffles, what if it didn't work, what if." James cried, frantic. "Well, lets go and check then." Said Sirius calmly.
James practically flew up the stairs, Sirius close behind him, while Harry followed. They slowed to a walking pace and turned into the bedroom. "Lily!" James cried as he rushed to his wife, who was still lying on the floor. Sirius bent down and picked up baby Harry and cradled him in his arms. Harry watched as James tried, with success, to revive his wife. Lily got up and James held her tightly.
"I hate to break up your little moment but um." Sirius said as he looked down at the baby lying in his arms, and pointed to his forehead, which now supported a thin, lightning shaped scar. James and Lily walked over to Sirius and their one year old son and tears slowly trickled down their cheeks as they gently touched the scar on baby Harry's forehead. Harry, who was still watching from the sidelines, felt a tingling sensation in his scar; one that he had never felt before or ever thought he would feel. "I can't leave him James." Lily whispered whilst stroking her son's hair. "And you think I can?" James replied, fighting to hold back the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "I promise I'll look after him Lil, I promise." Sirius said comfortingly. "Hello?" Harry heard a voice downstairs that sounded distinctly like Hagrid's. "You'd better go." Sirius said, turning to James. The parents kissed their son, the best friends hugged and in an instant Harry's parents were gone; and so was Harry.
TBC
Thank you to my reviewers, I love you all!! Please review, and tell your friends to read and review it as well, then I know that there are more than like 3 people reading my stories!!! Thanks, H.L.T