A/N: Okay, I tried to put this chapter in italics, but I don't know if it
worked so I used stars too. The italics/stars are memories.
CH3: In Remembrance
~...he was lost in a sea of sight, smells, sounds.....memories. Not taking his eyes from the wall, Harry whispered a barely audible...
"I remember."~
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Godric's Hollow, October 31st, 1981
A 1 year old black hair child sat on the couch, snuggled up against his father. James Potter had been reading a story to his son, Harry. A Muggle Halloween one with a great pumpkin.* In the kitchen, his wife, Lily, was putting away the dishes from the pie they had ate earlier. She walked into the living room and smiled at the pair.
"We should get you to bed it's almost midnight.", she said as she picked up the toddler, kissing her husband on the head as she went by.
"Bu' mum," Harry protested. "We 'avent finnis the story."
"We can finish it tomorrow, kiddo.", James said, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "It's way past your bedtime anyway."
"I-I not seepy." He failed to suppress a yawn.
"Goodnight, Harry." Lily started over to the stairs when their was a knock at the door. James pulled out his wand and gripped it tightly.
"Be careful, James.", Lily whispered fearfully. "It could be..." But her husband cut her off.
"Run Lily, it's him. Take Harry and go. I'll hold him off." Lily Potter carried her child and ran full out to the back door, only to find it magically sealed. She sprinted back to the stairs, seeing the lights of different hexes flashing in the living room. When she reached the top of the steps, she saw the one she dreaded above all others. A blast off green light illuminated her for a moment before she heard her husband's body hit the ground.
"James!", she shrieked, but continued on towards the nursery. Barricading the door, she turned to her wailing baby. "Shhh, my child, everything will be fine. It'll be alright. I promise you, my silver angel, you will be fine." A sudden force knocked the door off the hinges. Framed in the hallway, was the most horrible 'thing' she had ever seen. Tall, skeletal, with pale white skin and glowing red eyes. As the creature lifted his wand to preform the fatal curse, Lily Potter plead for her son's life. "Please, not Harry. Take me, kill me instead." And he complied. Before the green magic engulfed her, she said her final words, "I love you, Harry. I'll always protect you." She was gone.
Harry cried harder now and Voldemort turned his gaze on him. "Well, this is the end for you, Harry Potter. It's such a shame to have to kill you. You could be great. But...Avada Kedavra." And something unusual happened. The boy began to glow, forcing the curse back to the snake-like man. The room filled with screams- the Dark Lord's last sounds and the wails of the now Boy Who Lived. And there was darkness.
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"Then that man came and we flew on a-what was it-a motorcycle. And...." Harry trailed off, finally understanding what his nightmare was about. He heard Miss Weston sniffling in the background as Albus Dumbledore put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I know it's hard, Harry", the ancient wizard said soothingly. " But you need to know."
Harry just closed his eyes and nodded.
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* = Charlie Brown's the Great Pumpkin Book. Very good story.
CH3: In Remembrance
~...he was lost in a sea of sight, smells, sounds.....memories. Not taking his eyes from the wall, Harry whispered a barely audible...
"I remember."~
****************************************************
Godric's Hollow, October 31st, 1981
A 1 year old black hair child sat on the couch, snuggled up against his father. James Potter had been reading a story to his son, Harry. A Muggle Halloween one with a great pumpkin.* In the kitchen, his wife, Lily, was putting away the dishes from the pie they had ate earlier. She walked into the living room and smiled at the pair.
"We should get you to bed it's almost midnight.", she said as she picked up the toddler, kissing her husband on the head as she went by.
"Bu' mum," Harry protested. "We 'avent finnis the story."
"We can finish it tomorrow, kiddo.", James said, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "It's way past your bedtime anyway."
"I-I not seepy." He failed to suppress a yawn.
"Goodnight, Harry." Lily started over to the stairs when their was a knock at the door. James pulled out his wand and gripped it tightly.
"Be careful, James.", Lily whispered fearfully. "It could be..." But her husband cut her off.
"Run Lily, it's him. Take Harry and go. I'll hold him off." Lily Potter carried her child and ran full out to the back door, only to find it magically sealed. She sprinted back to the stairs, seeing the lights of different hexes flashing in the living room. When she reached the top of the steps, she saw the one she dreaded above all others. A blast off green light illuminated her for a moment before she heard her husband's body hit the ground.
"James!", she shrieked, but continued on towards the nursery. Barricading the door, she turned to her wailing baby. "Shhh, my child, everything will be fine. It'll be alright. I promise you, my silver angel, you will be fine." A sudden force knocked the door off the hinges. Framed in the hallway, was the most horrible 'thing' she had ever seen. Tall, skeletal, with pale white skin and glowing red eyes. As the creature lifted his wand to preform the fatal curse, Lily Potter plead for her son's life. "Please, not Harry. Take me, kill me instead." And he complied. Before the green magic engulfed her, she said her final words, "I love you, Harry. I'll always protect you." She was gone.
Harry cried harder now and Voldemort turned his gaze on him. "Well, this is the end for you, Harry Potter. It's such a shame to have to kill you. You could be great. But...Avada Kedavra." And something unusual happened. The boy began to glow, forcing the curse back to the snake-like man. The room filled with screams- the Dark Lord's last sounds and the wails of the now Boy Who Lived. And there was darkness.
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"Then that man came and we flew on a-what was it-a motorcycle. And...." Harry trailed off, finally understanding what his nightmare was about. He heard Miss Weston sniffling in the background as Albus Dumbledore put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I know it's hard, Harry", the ancient wizard said soothingly. " But you need to know."
Harry just closed his eyes and nodded.
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* = Charlie Brown's the Great Pumpkin Book. Very good story.
