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A Mother's Love.

Three forms stood, silently dismayed and distraught, looking down upon the darkened steps of Number 4 Privet Drive. Each wordlessly saying their heartfelt goodbyes and well wishes to the young child they would probably not see again for 10 years. The largest of the forms turned around slowly, reluctantly and unsteadily walking the straight line towards the Motorcycle he had come in. The two remaining hesitated for a while longer before the tall figure in the centre, bent down and placed an envelope on the bundle in the front of the wooden door. He, just like the first man, turned and walked slowly but steadily away from the building before being enveloped in the unnatural fog. The remaining figure, crouched down low, and pressing her fingertips to her lips, she transferred the whispers of a kiss on to the cheek of the inhabitant of the blankets. She too disappeared, in its place stood a Tabby Cat, who gave one last look of farewell and longing towards the bundle on the steps, before rushing away.

Somewhere within the fog, points of light which had only thirty minutes before graced the street lamps, appeared once again, shooting out from the distance. The remains of a whispered blessing was carried on the wind, and then followed by nothing more but silence broken up by the howling and barking of distant dogs.

Even with the disappearance of the strangers the thick fog remained, hovering around the glade of trees at the end of the street. In direct contrast to the perfectly maintained homes of that street, it seemed unnatural, ghostly and supernatural. Not at all ordinary or normal like the inhabitants would want it to be.

Across the road from the bundle, a grandfather clock chimed, its sinister tones ushering in the witching hour. As if on cue, the unnatural mist started to shift and spread. The thick cloud spread like tendrils across the impeccably manicured lawns, over the flawlessly polished cars, and expanded across the entire width of the street. The inhabitants within slept peacefully, unaware of the goings on outside, ignorant of the paranormal phenomenon occurring on their lawns.

The cloudy vapour came to stop before the door with the large, brass number four displayed proudly on its wooden frame. From within the thick mist, a female figure stepped out and then crouched down before the bundle of blankets, she paused for barely a second before lovingly raising the child and its blankets into the cradle of her arms. Placing a tender kiss on the child's head, she turned and stepped quickly back into the centre of the mist. The cloud, finally completing what it had set out to do, receded as slowly as it advanced, before disappearing altogether, right into the glade of trees.

If anyone had been watching that night, not only would they have seen the strange behaviour of the fog, but they would also swear that they saw a flash of red and gold flames somewhere within the trees. Strangely enough they would never have remembered the bizarre events come morning.

The nursery was a beautiful one. An antique cot sat in the centre of the room, surrounded by curtains of royal blue silk. Teddy bears on picnics and fairies in playful flight graced the walls of the room. A small shelf on one wall was full to bursting of teddy bears and stuffed toys in the form of dragons and lions, the shelf beneath that were littered with picture books, toys and soft jigsaws, perfect for small infants still learning not to eat everything on sight. All around the room were candles, softly lighting and warming the atmosphere within in a way that electric lights never could. One couldn't help but notice the love and devotion that had gone into preparing the room; it certainly didn't look like a room created in less then 10 hours.

A beautiful woman with black waist-length hair and vivid violet eyes, swept into the room, a young child cradled in her arms. Humming a melody she rocked and hugged the young fretful baby to sleep. He had just been fed, and had his diaper changed, but the young one knew he was no longer home, and the changes were making him very uneasy.

"…little baby don't say a word," she sang softly, smiling caringly down at the huge yawn screwing up the little one's face.

Another woman entered, her ivory countenance a very huge contrast to the other woman's dark colouring, she had red hair, and every now and then, the lights within the room would shine gold in her hair.

Precious baby, he's missing his mama, the red-head telepathically sent towards the singing female.

With a mental nod and a sad shake of her head she telepathically agreed. He'll take a while to settle in, but I think he'll be alright. In as much as I want to use telepathy to calm him down, Shea, I think it might be too soon while he's so unsettled.

We still have four hours before going to ground, Raven…it seems wrong of us to leave him with Gary so soon after bringing him over. I know that Gary will be great…but…

He's just sleeping at the moment, whatever happened last night seemed to have exhausted him…but I think the next few days will be crucial to him…I've never been so scared in my life…

You'll be fine Raven…We'll be fine…

Standing up carefully, Raven placed her new son carefully into his cot, he moved around a few times in his sleep, but she quickly and gently tucked the soft cotton blankets around him.

Looking down at him with a mixture of love and worry in her expressive face, she gave a silent prayer that he'd be alright, and then added a second one for Lily's help.

Sighing quietly, she blew out half the candles in the room and then followed Shea out of the room.

Watching Harry's new mother leave, the translucent form of Lily Potter sat down in the rocking chair next to her son's cot. Her beloved son, sensing her presence turned in his sleep to face her, little hand blindingly reaching out towards her. Laying a ghostly hand on his, she hummed a lullaby and watched her son settle down once more. The little baby, hearing the familiar tones slipped into his first easy sleep in days, safe and loved. His mama's spirit, perceiving this, bent over him and placed a whispery kiss on his cheek, his forehead and then finally on the little cherubic mouth. Speaking softly into his ear, she put him at ease, she gave him love, and she made him promises of all the love yet to come. Harry murmured in his sleep, and sucked on his lower lip, his mind turning her words into comfort and acceptance for the worried woman in the next room. Lily, indulging herself one last time placed soft kisses on her sons face, and then with a sigh knowing that she had done all that she could for Raven Dubrinsky, placed her son's life and future in the hands of the powers above and faded into the air.

Young Harry merely turned in his sleep, and whimpered "Mama" into the empty room.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother's love lives on...
through many generations,
with God's blessings on each one.

Jill Lemming

Grieving people, lots of people are grieving. The chapter is mushy I know, but I like it, so it stays. We'll get on with the actual story eventually, but I'm going to indulge my rather sad self. One more chapter of sadness and we can move on and get over it.

Next chapter (which you can skip if you don't want any more sad parts):

Sirius finds out that Dumbledore has given his Godson to someone, and won't tell him who. And the Wizarding world takes one small step towards healing by descending on Mass into Godrics Hollow for the Remembrance, Blessing, Cleansing and the Renewal.

Somewhere in the next four or so chapters:

Harry grows up, gets into trouble, and gets kidnapped.

Thank you for Reading. And thank you to my first four reviewers:

Donna ficfan, Heather, Jensindenial3516, and K.