The past never leaves part two....
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As if to make this month time travel more true, and actually in reality someone had bewitched the clocks, the last week of November seemed to last only a day as the last seven seemed to pour on faster then water running down hills.
The first day of December was not only greeted with one of the latest snow storms, but also the heaviest Hogwarts has seen in all six years of its students attending.
Christmas would be arriving in less then twenty-five days, and that brought more of a relaxing and tingling feeling to Hayley ever time she thought about it.
Today at this exact moment, Hayley felt giddy at the fact of she had already made it through her first month of her first school. And coming out along with it, three of the greatest friends Hayley could have ever dreamt of, and also other great friends along its path.
After the whole Malfoy incident that occurred the week previous, Hayley had never felt safer in her life as she did right now.
She had to admit, she did feel somewhat guilty when she had found out Harry's punishment (a month of detentions) but then again she smiled when she found out why Harry had been given those detentions.
As if to make the smile on her face broaden every time she remembered the actual fact of, at this very moment Draco Malfoy was lying in the Hospital Wing, splintering two broken ribs.
But then again that happy smile would fade away right after the thought of that night came back to her. She couldn't, for the life of her, remember what had happened after Ron had dragged her away from the scene.
She remembered bits and pieces but other then that, she didn't remember a clue. She could barely bring back memories of her head hurting, but other then that it was a mystery to the sixteen year old.
It also didn't deepen her smile as she remembered her parents' owl that she had retrieved two days earlier.
The letter had sounded more demanding then welcoming in Hayley's opinion. Apparently her parents' had missed her a little too much, but the letter did seem sincere in ways the viewer's eye couldn't see. But Hayley didn't like to lie, she never did, so then she would be lying if she said she wanted to go home for Christmas.
She didn't want to leave the place she had made her home in the last month. She didn't want to leave her three great friends, and she certainly didn't want to leave, scared more to the thought of her parents never letting her come back after missing her so much.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione never spoke of Christmas in front of her, and Hayley could only guess it was because they didn't want to make her feel bad. Hayley had already told Hermione of her worrying thoughts. That was the only assumptions she could make.
Hayley wasn't dumb, far from it in fact. She already guessed that Harry would be going home with Ron for Christmas, and that Hermione would be meeting them later on during the holiday. It wasn't that hard of a guess even though Harry never spoke of his relatives in front of Hayley, it wasn't hard to detect he hated them. It was like a vibe feeling Hayley would get every time she was near him, which lately was a lot.
The Malfoy incident once again left unknown marks on Hayley, which she still didn't have a clue in the world to knowing but she still saw it.
Harry, Ron, and now Hermione were making sure she was either with one of them before leaving the Common Room or wondering around the castle on her own free will. Hayley had been told of these measures the afternoon she had woken up from a very weird dream a week ago. According to Ron's words ("They won't stop till one of them gets you in the shack") she had to keep to these measures for her own safety and she felt safer with them. Besides that, Harry's own bruises were now fully showing, and he had come out with a black eye and a swollen lip.
But one thing Hayley was started to come to terms with was seeing Harry ensuring all these safety reasons. Hayley already figured out he didn't like her, it was one of those vibe feelings she would feel around him. That was her first guess as to why Harry was doing all this, but then that was quickly smashed after she had seen how much he cared for Hermione, but then why was he going so far for her own safety. Even after he had only known her a month?
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Harry sat, sitting on his favorite leather chair in the Gryffindor Common Room.
This week had flown by, that wasn't an opinion but a fact. The work piling up was getting to be unbearable, and even Hermione was up to her knees in work, and prefect duties along with Ron. Leaving Harry a lot of time to spend with Hayley.
Usually they were doing work, other times they were just talking, but mostly Harry just enjoyed her presence. It wasn't the kind of presence he would get from Ron, like a best-friend, you can trust me, presence, and certainly not a Hermione presence, were Harry had to control himself from kissing her all the time, but a reassuring presence.
The talk he had with Sirius a week ago was still lingering in his mind, and it wasn't helping him in the least bit. If Sirius hadn't made sure Hayley wouldn't be walking around the school without Harry with her, he finally chilled out a bit. What surprised Harry the most was he hadn't even seen Hayley yet, and he was still talking about her like she was his own daughter.
Harry made a special note to thank Remus when he would see him at the Order this Christmas. If Remus hadn't had taken Sirius from the fire-place, he would have probably stayed there all night listening to details about his goddaughter, and probably wake up the whole Gryffindor Tower at how loud he had been yelling.
Christmas. Harry had a cringing feeling every time he thought about it. He didn't want to leave Hayley for two weeks. Worried that she might not return, but then again he was looking very anxious to seeing his godfather, Remus, and all the Weasleys' again. This would be his second Christmas spent at the Order, but in all honesty's twists, he wanted Hayley there with him.
Maybe seeing Sirius meet Hayley for the first time. That could be the happiest Christmas present Harry could have ever asked for. But he knew it couldn't happen.
One of the reasons why he asked Hermione and Ron not to bring up Christmas around Hayley. Harry could feel it, that she wanted to go home with them also. Harry could tell she was acting lightly depressed lately, and not paying the best attention in class, and Harry assumed she wasn't sleeping well either. She was having more dreams of there family was Harry's guess. It wasn't hard to figure out. Why Hayley would always look at him weird after certain mornings, and keep quiet about how she slept that night. Of coarse Harry didn't dare tell a soul he knew about this.
That was his only guess as to why Hayley was acting like this now, as all four of them sat alone in the Common Room doing nothing else then there work.
All the other students had already headed up to bed, and it was far past the time that Harry should be in sleeps grace also. But given the fact that it was a Friday and he didn't want work over the weekend, he would stay up all night if he had to finish this.
Hermione was at the moment studying and making her time useful and Ron was working on his Transfiguration essay which had been assigned to write about how the first medi-witch had been discovered, Harry was working on his Divination homework, and Hayley as well.
Harry tried sneaking peaks at her through his bangs, but came to realize he was being too obvious with it, and he really needed to finish this damn essay.
He heard Hayley sigh with annoyance across the room to where she sat on the couch, and that's when Harry decided another sneak wouldn't hurt anyone. As he looked up he saw that Hayley also gave up on the essay and was currently staring out the window, almost half wishing to be out there. Harry followed her gaze as it landed on the window also. Snow was falling so heavy that the grounds tomorrow would probably be so deep; students would most assumingly not spend a minute inside the castle. Something Harry was planning on doing.
Harry turned his eyes away from the window and placed them back on Hayley. She didn't seem to notice his gazing and was currently wrapped up in her own thoughts. Harry only half wishing he knew what they were. After watching her a little while longer, he started to see she looked sad about something. Harry could distantly catch the view of her scar poking out from underneath her hairline framing her face, and that's when he felt another stabbing pull at his stomach.
He had known Hayley a full month now, but he was also great full she still hadn't seen his scar during those days. Harry had been doing quite a fine job at hiding it around her, and for the first time in his life, he thanked his unruly mess of hair for covering it so well.
He also was extremely thank full that Hayley, like Hermione always wore her hair down, and Harry had to admit Hermione had been doing a fine job with the ("You look so pretty with your hair down and having it frame your face") lectures towards Hayley. But one of the reasons he wanted to be so close to her was because he wanted to be near her incase her scar decided now was the moment to make an appearance and show itself, and then you would have the students jumping to assumptions and all hell would break loose.
Harry watched a little while longer as he saw Hayley set her books down beside her and lean back and stretch her sore muscles. Taking this as the time to stop staring he turned his eyes towards Ron who had been sitting next to her. He was working furiously and looked to be thinking extremely hard. Maybe he was tired, or really wanted to finish his essay Harry didn't know.
Looking over to his right he saw Hermione. She seemed to be falling asleep in her chair while trying to read a book half the size of Harry's head. Harry could tell if she didn't go to bed soon she would be sleeping here tonight.
Taking his chances again he glanced back over towards Hayley. She was slouched back on the couch and still staring out the window with a longing look.
Harry didn't think he could take the silence anymore, and if someone didn't talk soon he would more then likely fall asleep as well. Turning towards the clock he let out a silent sigh of relief, at the fact that he had gotten almost all his work down in the two hours they had been working. They started at eleven and now the clock read:
1:43 AM
Turning back towards Hayley he decided he'd start the conversation then with her.
"Hayley you alright?"
It was like Hayley's brain had predicted Harry doing this, as if it had been planed all along, but almost instantly she turned her eyes and emerald locked with emerald.
She nodded weakly at him before returning back towards her parchment beside her.
"Just tired I guess," she said stuffing her books back into her bag, Harry could tell she was probably more tired then he was. Being this, has been the most exhausting month of the year.
"Finished the essay yet?" asked Hermione poking her head out from behind her book. Her eyes look like they were being forced to stay open.
"No I have one more paragraph to do, but I'm more then likely to fall asleep here if I keep doing it," said Hayley standing up off the couch and stretching back and neck.
"Are you headed up to bed soon Hermione?" asked Hayley throwing her bag over her shoulder and staring at the trio before her.
"Yeah - yeah I'll be right up in few," said Hermione, rubbing her tired eyes from behind her book.
Hayley nodded to her response.
"Okay night Ron -- Harry," said Hayley, then turning her back on them and proceeded to walk over towards the sixth year girls dormitory door.
After Ron and Harry both said there "G'nights," Harry watched her walk, and then disappearing within the blackness of the stone hallway leading up towards her bed. He sighed loudly with frustration before turning back towards his unfinished essay.
'Merlin this Christmas is going to be hard.'
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Once Hayley even reached the dormitory she was slouched over, tired slaying through her body, begging her brain for sleep. She opened the door as quietly as she could, and then peeking in to make sure everyone was sound asleep, she then proceeded to walk over towards her bed.
Setting her bag down, she unclipped her cloak and set it gently down beside her. Then kicking off her shoes. She didn't even bother taking off her uniform as she climbed into bed, pulling the blankets up around her neck. Sighing with bliss as the warmness engulfed her body, resulting in bringing her farther into sleeps grace. But tonight, was the night Hayley's brain was taking a different route....
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In the corpse of mid-day, with the sun setting over the hills of London, sat a house in the middle of its overgrown shadow. Inside the house sat two elderly people, who must have looked to be around the age of fifty or so.
Both of which were reading copies of the Daily Prophet, and drinking warm strawberry tea, while sitting on there old but still brined couch.
The man set down his paper over his lap, then leaned over to the table that lay next to his left. Reaching for his tea he slowly took a sip, trying not to burn his tongue in the process.
After setting down the overheated mug, he then lifted his shirt sleeve to re-check the mini clock that hung over his wrist.
"Arnold will you please stop checking your watch, they'll be here any minute, you know Lily is never late," said the elder woman to his right. In the process of not burning himself with his tea, the man didn't even notice the woman set down her paper, which now lay sprawled out over her legs.
"I know Silvia, but I'm just anxious to see the babies, we haven't seen them since -- well you know Lily's parents funeral," responded the man, his voice suddenly going from anxious to sadness in the course of ten seconds.
"Now - don't you dare bring that up around her, Merlin knows with her at home most of the day and the twins need looking after, she doesn't need that still hanging on her shoulders, but - god rest there souls," said the woman, rubbing at her tired eyes.
As if to answer that pray, the doorbell sounded off, echoing through the halls with a defining bell.
"OOO there here, now Arnold, don't bring it up -- alright," said the woman with a stern silence cutting through her voice.
"Alright, alright I'll get the door," said the man, pushing himself off the couch, and arching his back before heading to the door.
He gripped the handle tightly, then turning the gold held beneath his grip, he opened the door.
"Dad!" greeted the man behind the door.
"James it's great to see you," said the man, embracing his son like good buddies would do after meeting each other.
"Where's mum?" asked the younger man pulling away from the embrace and now scanning the room for any sign of the elder woman.
"Oh she's in the kitchen, but where are my grandchildren?" asked the elder man now scanning the grounds in front of his house. The younger man laughed a little at the elder before slapping him gently on the shoulder.
"Lily's just getting the diaper bag," he said as he stepped into the house.
"MUM!" he yelled.
"Right here love," said the elder woman from the kitchen as she stepped through the swinging door.
"Oh it's good to see you," said the younger man, embracing his mother as well as he did his father, who was still standing by the door, scanning the ground, impersonating a guard dog.
"I've missed you so much James, you being locked up in that house all the time just isn't the same."
"Mum, if I could change it you know I would, but it's for our safety Dumbledore -"
"I don't wanna talk about it - not today," said the woman waving her hands up in the air silencing her son.
The younger man nodded his head before turning back towards his father.
"LILY!" screamed the elder man from within the house. The man then practically ran outside, looking like a child hyped on candy.
The younger man turned back towards his mother, trying to put a smile on his face.
"Well how are you then?" asked the elder woman.
"I'm fine, I may be locked in a house all day, but the twins are crawling now and it's quite exhausting."
"There crawling, oh Merlin I want to see this, four months away from my grandchildren is just too long."
Right on cue of that last statement, the elder man proceeded to walk back within the house, although he wasn't walking free, he was holding up what looked to be a basinet.
After he was out of clear view from the door, in stepped a red-haired bright green eyed woman, behind him.
But once again she wasn't single handing either.
In both her arms, lay two bundles of blankets. One pink, the other blue.
"LILY DEAR!" yelled the elder woman. The younger one looked up and a huge smile spread across her face.
"Silvia, ooo it's great to see you again," said the younger woman, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Oh my word, these can't be the babies I saw only four months ago," said the elder woman peeking into the blankets that were blue.
"Yup these are them, little hellions now," laughed the younger woman.
The younger man stared at them for a few more seconds before walking over and taking the blankets of pink and cradling it within his arms.
The younger man pulled back the blanket and inside the bundle laid an eight month old baby girl.
"Oh she is just gorgeous, may I hold her?" asked the elder woman, excitement dripping from her voice.
"Silvia she is your granddaughter, you don't need to ask," laughed the younger woman, as the younger man placed the bundle within the elder woman's crooked arm.
"Here Arnold," said the younger woman walking over and placing the blankets of blue within the crooked arm of the elder man.
"Oh my stars, it's an exact copy of James," he said in a mocking tone.
"Little Hayley over here isn't much different," said the elder woman across the room.
"Yes they certainly are your children," said the younger woman leaning against the younger man for body support.
"Lily dear, are the babies not sleeping at night you look awfully tired," said the elder woman, walking over and sitting down in the rocking chair. Pulling the baby girl closer to her.
"Hayley is, but Harry isn't, he keeps waking up and screaming his head off, and then he won't go back to sleep for 'bout another two hours. He isn't hungry, or needs a diaper change, just wants to cry basically."
"Teething stage, yup I won't miss that stage one bit, nope - James here, didn't stop crying for about a whole day straight."
"That's what Harry will do when he feels like mummy doesn't need sleep."
"Oh look, she's waking up," said the elder woman, pulling the blanket back a little farther from the stirring baby girl.
"Yeah Hayley should be waking up right now, I put her down for a nap, but Harry -- well he sleeps when he feels like it," said the younger man walking over also to peer into the face of his daughter.
"Hello my beauty, yes - yes you are - your so pretty," said the elder woman in a mocking baby voice. The baby looked up to the elder woman, and then with one shot angst, opened her mouth and let out the biggest scream known to man.
After the younger man tried to sooth the baby girl over, the baby boy in the elder mans arm then proceeded to cry.
"Oh Merlin they sure are loud one's eh?" asked the elder man, handing the baby boy back towards his mother.
"No, they do this all the time, if one of them cries, the other one will cry," she said arching the baby onto her shoulders and patting his back soothingly.
After many rubs, and gently cooing the baby girl slowly began to clam herself down in the younger mans arms, but the baby boy only seemed to grow louder and louder with each cry.
"I think he's just hungry, do you mind if I go upstairs to feed him?" said the younger woman bouncing the baby within her arms.
"Go right a head Lily, but dinner will be ready in about twenty," said the elder woman.
The younger woman nodded and smiled her thanks before turning and heading up the stairs towards the younger mans old bedroom.
After the younger man watched her go, he walked over towards the couch, the baby girl still held tightly in his arms.
"Merlin can that boy scream," said the elder man rubbing his ears soothingly.
"Nothing compared to what his sister can do at times," said the younger man, leaning down and planting a small kiss between her brows.
The baby giggled slightly at his touch, and the younger man smiled down at her.
"Wow they sure have grown," said the elder woman, leaning back into her chair as she began to rock back and forth.
"Yeah - eight months now, last time you guys saw them was at -"
The younger man stopped himself. A sad expression crossed his face as he began to look over his daughter's features again.
"James, love do you want to talk about it?" asked the elder woman moving over towards the couch, and sitting beside him.
"No - no I'm fine, just it really hurts watching Lily go through all - this," said the younger man, never once his eyes leaving his daughter's face.
"James, you know that if anything ever happened to you or Lily, we would immediately be there to help," said the elder man.
"I know dad - I know, just pains me to think that Harry and Hayley may have to grow up with all this, trapped inside a house and never being able to go outside or Hogwarts."
"James I'm sure by then, we'll all be laughing at the idea. Don't worry sweetie, it will all blow over," said the elder woman.
"Yeah - maybe your right. Er - I'm gonna go check on Lily, see if she needs any help -- here will you watch Hayley," asked the younger man, standing up and setting the baby within the elder woman's arms. The elder man and woman both nodded as they leaned in towards each other. Both gazing over the baby in there arms.
The younger man smiled down at them; then leaned down to give his daughter a small peck on her forehead.
Once he stood back up he turned and began to climb the stairs leading him towards his wife.
He already knew what room they'd been in. Since the room had once been his.
As he approached the door he could hear soft humming. He couldn't help the grin that suppressed his face. He loved watching his wife sing to his children.
Opening the door slightly he began to catch the song the younger woman was singing to the baby. Walking closer he could see her holding the baby up to her breast, while the baby fed off her. The younger man now knew the song the woman was singing to there son:
"You gotta leave me now, You got to go alone. You gotta chase the dream, One that's all your own. Before it's slips away. When you're flying high, Take my heart along. I'll be the harmony to, Every lonely song, That you love to play. When you're soaring through, The air, I'll be your solid ground. Take courage and to dare, I'll still be there, when you come back down. When you come back down."
The younger man came up from behind the younger woman and pulling her hair back lightly he kissed her neck softly.
"James you know what that does to me," said the younger woman in a whinny- know it all statement.
"Yeah I know -- that's why I'm doing it."
"In your parents' house!"
"Why not, we need new places -- our house is just not as exciting anymore."
"James as well as you are at seducing, there is - no - way -in - Merlin - that - we - are - having - sex - in - your - parents - house - with - our - children - here!"
"Lily love, you know I was just joking."
"You're not funny -- ouch!" said the younger woman. Her eyes instantly turned back towards the baby boy in her arms.
"What's wrong?"
"He bit me," laughed the younger woman. "Wow okay now I know what my mother meant when I used to bite her."
"He bit you?"
"You know, bit me, with his teething going on, and I'm breast feeding him!"
"Right," said the younger man standing away from the younger woman and walking around to the baby.
"Here I think he's about done anyway will you take him," asked the younger woman. The younger man nodded and lifted the baby into his arms.
"Is Hayley with Silvia and Arnold?" asked the younger woman as she proceeded to get her bra back on correct. The younger man nodded at her, not once his eyes leaving his son's face.
"James you alright? You've been acting kind of sad today."
"I'm fine Lily."
"What's wrong, at home you're always smiling and playing with the babies, and now you look sad."
"Seeing all this, I just want Harry and Hayley to grow up living in a home like this, having a family to love them you know."
"James - please I'm the one who cries over this, remember the other night, you know that IF something happened to us, Sirius wouldn't let his godchildren starve now would he?"
The younger man let out a small laugh at her words.
"Your right Lily, I'm sorry," he said. Leaning down and kissing her slightly on her lips. Right as there lips meat, that's when they heard it:
BOOM!
The entire house shook under the force of the sound. The younger man had to grab the chair next to him so he wouldn't fall over with the baby in his arms.
Once the pounding and shaking stopped, another sound penetrated the house. The sound of a baby crying.
"HAYLEY -"
"NO LILY STAY HERE!" Ordered the younger man at her. He handed her the baby and then burst from the room. His wand held out in front of him as he ran down the stairs, two at a time.
That's when he was met with a scene he knew was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
His old house, his childhood, his parent's house, was completely destroyed and the only remains where the things above his head on the second floor.
He could still hear the baby's emerging cries somewhere in the room, but her body was no were to be seen.
"MUM - DAD!"
His answer was silence. He could see the smoke started to clear up and that's when the couch came into view.
There sitting on the couch was his father. Blood all over his chest and the couch. That's when he saw it, a piece of thick wood sticking out from within his chest. He was dead before his son even reached the last step.
"JAMES WHATS GOING ON!" screamed his wife from within the room she was harbored in. He could tell just by hearing it she was keeping herself from not running down there and staying with there son.
"Ohmigod - LILY STAY UPSTAIRS!"
He could still hear his daughter's cries. But there was so much wood on the floor the carpet was completely covered.
He started ripping through the wood looking for any sign of his mother, or his daughter.
"MUM!"
Still no answer, only crying.
After he threw a thick piece of wood behind him, that's when he saw it.
A hand. A hand covered in blood.
He didn't need to follow the hand to follow where its owner was. He now knew.
He pushed away more wood surrounding the body, and that's when his mother's face came into full view.
That's when he realized it. She had been standing right underneath the book case before the bomb had sounded. The book case fell on top of her, crushing her to death. Her face was pale, her eyes were wide, and blood was dripping from her mouth.
Three occupants in the room, two found dead, one still missing .
"Hayley where are you," he muttered throwing more wood around. He started following her cries, crawling on the floor. Begging the heavens that she was alright.
He then came across probably the thickest piece of wood that had caved in, over the house.
Pulling it off the ground, that's when he found her.
His baby girl was lying on the floor. Blood covering her face and arms, and her screaming at the top of her lungs. He immediately threw the piece of wood away from her body, and bent down so fast he felt his back crack. The wood must had slammed into her legs, because the man could see red all over her tiny calves.
He held her so tight to his body that he knew he wasn't helping her breath nonetheless.
His baby was alive. She had survived. His parents didn't.
The blast must have blown the baby off the couch and onto the ground, and that's when the wood had slammed into her legs. That was why his father was dead; the wood must have stabbed him in the chest, hitting his heart.
Not even thinking twice, he held the baby tighter to his chest and ran up the stairs.
His wife had been standing in the middle of the room. Clutching the baby boy to her who was also crying, but maybe not as loud as the baby girl.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IN HELL HAPPENED!" said the women after she saw how much blood was covering her daughter's body.
"Ohmigod, my baby, James - where's Silvia and Arnold," she said setting down there son, and embracing there daughter.
The man still could see his mother's eyes lingering in his mind, wide with surprise. His father's face draped in blood, the piece of wood sunken into his chest.
"Lily we need to leave NOW!"
"What why what happened!"
"THE DEATH EATERS ARE COMING! WE NEED TO GET THE BABIES OUT -- NOW!!"
The young woman didn't need telling twice. She pulled the still screaming baby to her body, as the man bent down to gather there son.
Right as the woman began heading down the stairs the man yelled to her, "LILY NO, DON'T GO DOWN THERE!"
But it was too late. She was already out of the room and running down the stairs.
He followed her, knowing the front door was there only exit out.
"OHMIGOD JAMES!!!" screamed the woman once she was in clear view of the room.
He ran down next to her, and the entire floor was either covered in blood, wood, or glass.
"Lily let me go out the -"
BOOM!
The man grabbed the woman from the flying glass sprawling through the room, and pulled her, and the two screaming babies into the corner.
The man then heard the glass stop flying, everything stopped moving, and that's when he turned and saw three draped - he didn't want to call them humans, they were anything but that. But he saw three draped creatures emerging themselves into the broken down house.
"Find the boy and kill the others," said a cruel voice from the door.
The man instantly knowing who that voice was, but not knowing who it belonged to. He pushed the baby boy into his mothers arms before grabbing his wand again. The woman doubled over behind him, clutching her children for dear life, and from any view to the Death Eaters.
"I see our work is already done," said the cruel voice again.
"STUPEFY!" Screamed the man watching as the creature fell over and hit the ground with a soft thud.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Yelled another voice from behind the door.
The man ran to his left, missing the light by inches.
"STUPEFY!" Screamed the man again standing up and then falling back down as a divisively plan to keep them away from his wife. He smiled while watching the second hooded creature fell to the floor with a thud. Right on top of the last one.
**"SPATAWINE!"** Yelled the last voice from behind the door.
The man this time, almost missing the pink light by probably an inch, rolled over to his right. He stood up so fast he thought his knees would buckle with the immense force.
"AVADA KEDA -"
"STUPEFY!" Yelled a voice from behind the man and the hooded creature.
The man watched as the last unknown hooded fugitive fell to the floor, atop of the other two, and also with a soft thud.
The man smiled as he turned around and there standing on the platform of the last stair was his wife. Her wand held tightly in her right hand.
Looking down the man saw there children beside her, screaming there heads off, turning purple almost from all the crying they had been doing, and also at all the noise and lights they had been ensured to. One covered in blood, the other covered in dirt from all the wood.
The man walked over and embraced his wife, kissing her on the lips.
They didn't deepen the kiss, but pulled away from each other and stared into each others eyes. They were both safe, but at the price of the man's parents'.
They nodded knowing they needed to get out of the house before anymore of the hooded creatures came back.
Both bending over and picking up each baby, they headed for the front door, but found it currently blown to pieces.
The last thing the man saw before he turned and ambushed away was his mothers eyes staring at him. He felt tears sting his eyes as he ran outside with his wife by his side, both there children in there arms. As they looked back the entire house was destroyed. His childhood memories were now dead in that house.
"James we need to get Hayley to a hospital!"
The man snapped out of his revere to turn back to the woman. She had slashes across her forehead, and blood was dripping down her face from the impact of how hard her face hit the floor.
The man could taste blood in his mouth but didn't care. His family was safe. The only one who didn't seemed harmed or hurt was the baby boy, he was just covered in dirt and more then freak out by the incident.
But now there baby girl could still die from blood loss she was loosing by the second. They didn't know just how hard she had been thrown from the couch and they wouldn't know until she was in the hands of healers.
"It's okay Lily bear, your safe now," said the man kissing her on her forehead.
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"HAYLEY! HAYLEY WAKE UP!"
Hayley slashed and slurred in her bed. Her covers binding her body within its cotton material, she felt trapped. She couldn't move.
Her scar hurt, her body was drenched in sweat, and her muscles were shaking.
"HAYLEY STOP MOVING SO I CAN HELP YOU!"
She couldn't stop moving. She felt trapped. Like her covers were her only protection. She felt someone whip away her only safety and she proceeded to shake and scream at the intruder.
"HAYLEY STOP!"
She didn't stop. She felt someone touching her, someone trapping her. Her scar burned more into her forehead.
"HAYLEY WAKE UP, ITS ME HERMIONE!"
Hayley didn't trust the voice, it didn't sound like Hermione's. It was hard and rough and not sweet and bossy like Hermione's was.
"SOMEONE GET ME A GLASS OF WATER!"
Hayley heard people moving around her. A foot hitting the floor as the person moved across the floor. She then heard the same pair of feet rush back over towards her bed.
"YOU'VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE HAYLEY!"
That's when she felt it. Cold, bitter, iced water flew over her face as it covered her body.
She instantly opened her eyes, only finding everything they focused on to be blurred out.
"Hayley - can you hear me?"
Hayley turned her head slowly, and then she found her eyes staring into Hermione's chocolate orbs.
"What happened," asked Hayley. Rubbing her eyes, and trying to get forget about the icy water running down her chest right now.
"You had a bad a dream," said Hermione.
Hayley turned her head around the room. That's when she realized that not only was Hermione in here, but all of her roommates were also.
Hayley turned away from them, not wanting to look them in the eyes. See there horrified looks as they looked over her shaking frame, the sweat falling from her face.
"What time is it?"
"Its 'bout ten, we were all getting ready and you just started slashing around," said Lavender to her right.
"Where's Harry and Ron?" asked Hayley, turning back towards Hermione.
"I dunno, get dressed and we'll go see them."
Hayley nodded her head. Not knowing why, but she needed to see Harry. It was an instinct feeling telling her so. She didn't know where it was coming from but it sure as hell was there, and she needed to give into its pleas.
She was thankful when she saw all her roommates leaving along with Hermione. She couldn't be in a room with them, she couldn't let them see her like this, and she couldn't let them think she was weird.
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Hermione rushed down the stairs of the stone hallway. She almost ripped the door off its hinges as she slammed it open towards the Common Room. Scanning it quickly for any sign of her boyfriend or best friend. Both of which she didn't see.
Turning towards the Sixty year boys' dormitory she ran for the door.
She was panting by the time she reached the stairs, leaving no time for excuses. She needed to tell Harry this.
Slamming open the door to the dormitory, not even caring to knock for the boys' own privacy. As soon as she stepped into the room she was greeted with a sight she didn't want to see in all her life.
All the boys were gathered around Harry's bed. Some bending over and some kneeing to be level with him. At this moment it was Ron who was kneeing towards him. Harry on the other hand, sat doubled over on the bed. His hands clutching his scar, and his entire body was shaking.
"Ron?" asked Hermione tentatively.
Ron turned around and Hermione could see the sorrow in his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked. Hermione could detect irritation in his voice, so she decided to make this quick and clean as possible,
"It's Hayley."
Harry as if predicting this, jumped off the bed and walked, probably more like ran over to her.
"What about Hayley," he asked. Trying to keep his voice low and not attract there attention towards the boys who were still huddled over his bed.
"She had another dream," said Hermione adverted her eyes away from Harry's.
"What kind of dream?"
"I don't know Harry, she was slashing in her bed, and I think her scar hurt, and she was soaking in sweat."
"Funny." Said Ron who was looking from Harry to Hermione, and then back to Harry again.
"What's Funny?" asked Hermione.
"Harry here, was just having the same dream and doing the same things you just described."
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** Spatawine, is a curse I made up, and will go into more detail later on in this story, since it will be used again.
The song 'the younger woman' had been singing to 'there son' 'baby boy' is called "When you come back down" by "Nickel Creek." I DO NOT OWN IT!
Oy! Wow I've never finished a chapter this earlier before. But I guess that helps when you're typing since one AM!
Okay in this chapter the 'elder woman' and 'elder man' aka...Silvia and Arnold. Were James parents.
And also the 'younger woman' and 'younger man' aka..Lily and James, were of coarse Lily and James.
And another 'baby boy' or 'baby girl' or 'son' or daughter' aka...Harry and Hayley Potter at Eight months old.
New updates next Saturday or Sunday.
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As if to make this month time travel more true, and actually in reality someone had bewitched the clocks, the last week of November seemed to last only a day as the last seven seemed to pour on faster then water running down hills.
The first day of December was not only greeted with one of the latest snow storms, but also the heaviest Hogwarts has seen in all six years of its students attending.
Christmas would be arriving in less then twenty-five days, and that brought more of a relaxing and tingling feeling to Hayley ever time she thought about it.
Today at this exact moment, Hayley felt giddy at the fact of she had already made it through her first month of her first school. And coming out along with it, three of the greatest friends Hayley could have ever dreamt of, and also other great friends along its path.
After the whole Malfoy incident that occurred the week previous, Hayley had never felt safer in her life as she did right now.
She had to admit, she did feel somewhat guilty when she had found out Harry's punishment (a month of detentions) but then again she smiled when she found out why Harry had been given those detentions.
As if to make the smile on her face broaden every time she remembered the actual fact of, at this very moment Draco Malfoy was lying in the Hospital Wing, splintering two broken ribs.
But then again that happy smile would fade away right after the thought of that night came back to her. She couldn't, for the life of her, remember what had happened after Ron had dragged her away from the scene.
She remembered bits and pieces but other then that, she didn't remember a clue. She could barely bring back memories of her head hurting, but other then that it was a mystery to the sixteen year old.
It also didn't deepen her smile as she remembered her parents' owl that she had retrieved two days earlier.
The letter had sounded more demanding then welcoming in Hayley's opinion. Apparently her parents' had missed her a little too much, but the letter did seem sincere in ways the viewer's eye couldn't see. But Hayley didn't like to lie, she never did, so then she would be lying if she said she wanted to go home for Christmas.
She didn't want to leave the place she had made her home in the last month. She didn't want to leave her three great friends, and she certainly didn't want to leave, scared more to the thought of her parents never letting her come back after missing her so much.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione never spoke of Christmas in front of her, and Hayley could only guess it was because they didn't want to make her feel bad. Hayley had already told Hermione of her worrying thoughts. That was the only assumptions she could make.
Hayley wasn't dumb, far from it in fact. She already guessed that Harry would be going home with Ron for Christmas, and that Hermione would be meeting them later on during the holiday. It wasn't that hard of a guess even though Harry never spoke of his relatives in front of Hayley, it wasn't hard to detect he hated them. It was like a vibe feeling Hayley would get every time she was near him, which lately was a lot.
The Malfoy incident once again left unknown marks on Hayley, which she still didn't have a clue in the world to knowing but she still saw it.
Harry, Ron, and now Hermione were making sure she was either with one of them before leaving the Common Room or wondering around the castle on her own free will. Hayley had been told of these measures the afternoon she had woken up from a very weird dream a week ago. According to Ron's words ("They won't stop till one of them gets you in the shack") she had to keep to these measures for her own safety and she felt safer with them. Besides that, Harry's own bruises were now fully showing, and he had come out with a black eye and a swollen lip.
But one thing Hayley was started to come to terms with was seeing Harry ensuring all these safety reasons. Hayley already figured out he didn't like her, it was one of those vibe feelings she would feel around him. That was her first guess as to why Harry was doing all this, but then that was quickly smashed after she had seen how much he cared for Hermione, but then why was he going so far for her own safety. Even after he had only known her a month?
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Harry sat, sitting on his favorite leather chair in the Gryffindor Common Room.
This week had flown by, that wasn't an opinion but a fact. The work piling up was getting to be unbearable, and even Hermione was up to her knees in work, and prefect duties along with Ron. Leaving Harry a lot of time to spend with Hayley.
Usually they were doing work, other times they were just talking, but mostly Harry just enjoyed her presence. It wasn't the kind of presence he would get from Ron, like a best-friend, you can trust me, presence, and certainly not a Hermione presence, were Harry had to control himself from kissing her all the time, but a reassuring presence.
The talk he had with Sirius a week ago was still lingering in his mind, and it wasn't helping him in the least bit. If Sirius hadn't made sure Hayley wouldn't be walking around the school without Harry with her, he finally chilled out a bit. What surprised Harry the most was he hadn't even seen Hayley yet, and he was still talking about her like she was his own daughter.
Harry made a special note to thank Remus when he would see him at the Order this Christmas. If Remus hadn't had taken Sirius from the fire-place, he would have probably stayed there all night listening to details about his goddaughter, and probably wake up the whole Gryffindor Tower at how loud he had been yelling.
Christmas. Harry had a cringing feeling every time he thought about it. He didn't want to leave Hayley for two weeks. Worried that she might not return, but then again he was looking very anxious to seeing his godfather, Remus, and all the Weasleys' again. This would be his second Christmas spent at the Order, but in all honesty's twists, he wanted Hayley there with him.
Maybe seeing Sirius meet Hayley for the first time. That could be the happiest Christmas present Harry could have ever asked for. But he knew it couldn't happen.
One of the reasons why he asked Hermione and Ron not to bring up Christmas around Hayley. Harry could feel it, that she wanted to go home with them also. Harry could tell she was acting lightly depressed lately, and not paying the best attention in class, and Harry assumed she wasn't sleeping well either. She was having more dreams of there family was Harry's guess. It wasn't hard to figure out. Why Hayley would always look at him weird after certain mornings, and keep quiet about how she slept that night. Of coarse Harry didn't dare tell a soul he knew about this.
That was his only guess as to why Hayley was acting like this now, as all four of them sat alone in the Common Room doing nothing else then there work.
All the other students had already headed up to bed, and it was far past the time that Harry should be in sleeps grace also. But given the fact that it was a Friday and he didn't want work over the weekend, he would stay up all night if he had to finish this.
Hermione was at the moment studying and making her time useful and Ron was working on his Transfiguration essay which had been assigned to write about how the first medi-witch had been discovered, Harry was working on his Divination homework, and Hayley as well.
Harry tried sneaking peaks at her through his bangs, but came to realize he was being too obvious with it, and he really needed to finish this damn essay.
He heard Hayley sigh with annoyance across the room to where she sat on the couch, and that's when Harry decided another sneak wouldn't hurt anyone. As he looked up he saw that Hayley also gave up on the essay and was currently staring out the window, almost half wishing to be out there. Harry followed her gaze as it landed on the window also. Snow was falling so heavy that the grounds tomorrow would probably be so deep; students would most assumingly not spend a minute inside the castle. Something Harry was planning on doing.
Harry turned his eyes away from the window and placed them back on Hayley. She didn't seem to notice his gazing and was currently wrapped up in her own thoughts. Harry only half wishing he knew what they were. After watching her a little while longer, he started to see she looked sad about something. Harry could distantly catch the view of her scar poking out from underneath her hairline framing her face, and that's when he felt another stabbing pull at his stomach.
He had known Hayley a full month now, but he was also great full she still hadn't seen his scar during those days. Harry had been doing quite a fine job at hiding it around her, and for the first time in his life, he thanked his unruly mess of hair for covering it so well.
He also was extremely thank full that Hayley, like Hermione always wore her hair down, and Harry had to admit Hermione had been doing a fine job with the ("You look so pretty with your hair down and having it frame your face") lectures towards Hayley. But one of the reasons he wanted to be so close to her was because he wanted to be near her incase her scar decided now was the moment to make an appearance and show itself, and then you would have the students jumping to assumptions and all hell would break loose.
Harry watched a little while longer as he saw Hayley set her books down beside her and lean back and stretch her sore muscles. Taking this as the time to stop staring he turned his eyes towards Ron who had been sitting next to her. He was working furiously and looked to be thinking extremely hard. Maybe he was tired, or really wanted to finish his essay Harry didn't know.
Looking over to his right he saw Hermione. She seemed to be falling asleep in her chair while trying to read a book half the size of Harry's head. Harry could tell if she didn't go to bed soon she would be sleeping here tonight.
Taking his chances again he glanced back over towards Hayley. She was slouched back on the couch and still staring out the window with a longing look.
Harry didn't think he could take the silence anymore, and if someone didn't talk soon he would more then likely fall asleep as well. Turning towards the clock he let out a silent sigh of relief, at the fact that he had gotten almost all his work down in the two hours they had been working. They started at eleven and now the clock read:
1:43 AM
Turning back towards Hayley he decided he'd start the conversation then with her.
"Hayley you alright?"
It was like Hayley's brain had predicted Harry doing this, as if it had been planed all along, but almost instantly she turned her eyes and emerald locked with emerald.
She nodded weakly at him before returning back towards her parchment beside her.
"Just tired I guess," she said stuffing her books back into her bag, Harry could tell she was probably more tired then he was. Being this, has been the most exhausting month of the year.
"Finished the essay yet?" asked Hermione poking her head out from behind her book. Her eyes look like they were being forced to stay open.
"No I have one more paragraph to do, but I'm more then likely to fall asleep here if I keep doing it," said Hayley standing up off the couch and stretching back and neck.
"Are you headed up to bed soon Hermione?" asked Hayley throwing her bag over her shoulder and staring at the trio before her.
"Yeah - yeah I'll be right up in few," said Hermione, rubbing her tired eyes from behind her book.
Hayley nodded to her response.
"Okay night Ron -- Harry," said Hayley, then turning her back on them and proceeded to walk over towards the sixth year girls dormitory door.
After Ron and Harry both said there "G'nights," Harry watched her walk, and then disappearing within the blackness of the stone hallway leading up towards her bed. He sighed loudly with frustration before turning back towards his unfinished essay.
'Merlin this Christmas is going to be hard.'
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Once Hayley even reached the dormitory she was slouched over, tired slaying through her body, begging her brain for sleep. She opened the door as quietly as she could, and then peeking in to make sure everyone was sound asleep, she then proceeded to walk over towards her bed.
Setting her bag down, she unclipped her cloak and set it gently down beside her. Then kicking off her shoes. She didn't even bother taking off her uniform as she climbed into bed, pulling the blankets up around her neck. Sighing with bliss as the warmness engulfed her body, resulting in bringing her farther into sleeps grace. But tonight, was the night Hayley's brain was taking a different route....
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In the corpse of mid-day, with the sun setting over the hills of London, sat a house in the middle of its overgrown shadow. Inside the house sat two elderly people, who must have looked to be around the age of fifty or so.
Both of which were reading copies of the Daily Prophet, and drinking warm strawberry tea, while sitting on there old but still brined couch.
The man set down his paper over his lap, then leaned over to the table that lay next to his left. Reaching for his tea he slowly took a sip, trying not to burn his tongue in the process.
After setting down the overheated mug, he then lifted his shirt sleeve to re-check the mini clock that hung over his wrist.
"Arnold will you please stop checking your watch, they'll be here any minute, you know Lily is never late," said the elder woman to his right. In the process of not burning himself with his tea, the man didn't even notice the woman set down her paper, which now lay sprawled out over her legs.
"I know Silvia, but I'm just anxious to see the babies, we haven't seen them since -- well you know Lily's parents funeral," responded the man, his voice suddenly going from anxious to sadness in the course of ten seconds.
"Now - don't you dare bring that up around her, Merlin knows with her at home most of the day and the twins need looking after, she doesn't need that still hanging on her shoulders, but - god rest there souls," said the woman, rubbing at her tired eyes.
As if to answer that pray, the doorbell sounded off, echoing through the halls with a defining bell.
"OOO there here, now Arnold, don't bring it up -- alright," said the woman with a stern silence cutting through her voice.
"Alright, alright I'll get the door," said the man, pushing himself off the couch, and arching his back before heading to the door.
He gripped the handle tightly, then turning the gold held beneath his grip, he opened the door.
"Dad!" greeted the man behind the door.
"James it's great to see you," said the man, embracing his son like good buddies would do after meeting each other.
"Where's mum?" asked the younger man pulling away from the embrace and now scanning the room for any sign of the elder woman.
"Oh she's in the kitchen, but where are my grandchildren?" asked the elder man now scanning the grounds in front of his house. The younger man laughed a little at the elder before slapping him gently on the shoulder.
"Lily's just getting the diaper bag," he said as he stepped into the house.
"MUM!" he yelled.
"Right here love," said the elder woman from the kitchen as she stepped through the swinging door.
"Oh it's good to see you," said the younger man, embracing his mother as well as he did his father, who was still standing by the door, scanning the ground, impersonating a guard dog.
"I've missed you so much James, you being locked up in that house all the time just isn't the same."
"Mum, if I could change it you know I would, but it's for our safety Dumbledore -"
"I don't wanna talk about it - not today," said the woman waving her hands up in the air silencing her son.
The younger man nodded his head before turning back towards his father.
"LILY!" screamed the elder man from within the house. The man then practically ran outside, looking like a child hyped on candy.
The younger man turned back towards his mother, trying to put a smile on his face.
"Well how are you then?" asked the elder woman.
"I'm fine, I may be locked in a house all day, but the twins are crawling now and it's quite exhausting."
"There crawling, oh Merlin I want to see this, four months away from my grandchildren is just too long."
Right on cue of that last statement, the elder man proceeded to walk back within the house, although he wasn't walking free, he was holding up what looked to be a basinet.
After he was out of clear view from the door, in stepped a red-haired bright green eyed woman, behind him.
But once again she wasn't single handing either.
In both her arms, lay two bundles of blankets. One pink, the other blue.
"LILY DEAR!" yelled the elder woman. The younger one looked up and a huge smile spread across her face.
"Silvia, ooo it's great to see you again," said the younger woman, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Oh my word, these can't be the babies I saw only four months ago," said the elder woman peeking into the blankets that were blue.
"Yup these are them, little hellions now," laughed the younger woman.
The younger man stared at them for a few more seconds before walking over and taking the blankets of pink and cradling it within his arms.
The younger man pulled back the blanket and inside the bundle laid an eight month old baby girl.
"Oh she is just gorgeous, may I hold her?" asked the elder woman, excitement dripping from her voice.
"Silvia she is your granddaughter, you don't need to ask," laughed the younger woman, as the younger man placed the bundle within the elder woman's crooked arm.
"Here Arnold," said the younger woman walking over and placing the blankets of blue within the crooked arm of the elder man.
"Oh my stars, it's an exact copy of James," he said in a mocking tone.
"Little Hayley over here isn't much different," said the elder woman across the room.
"Yes they certainly are your children," said the younger woman leaning against the younger man for body support.
"Lily dear, are the babies not sleeping at night you look awfully tired," said the elder woman, walking over and sitting down in the rocking chair. Pulling the baby girl closer to her.
"Hayley is, but Harry isn't, he keeps waking up and screaming his head off, and then he won't go back to sleep for 'bout another two hours. He isn't hungry, or needs a diaper change, just wants to cry basically."
"Teething stage, yup I won't miss that stage one bit, nope - James here, didn't stop crying for about a whole day straight."
"That's what Harry will do when he feels like mummy doesn't need sleep."
"Oh look, she's waking up," said the elder woman, pulling the blanket back a little farther from the stirring baby girl.
"Yeah Hayley should be waking up right now, I put her down for a nap, but Harry -- well he sleeps when he feels like it," said the younger man walking over also to peer into the face of his daughter.
"Hello my beauty, yes - yes you are - your so pretty," said the elder woman in a mocking baby voice. The baby looked up to the elder woman, and then with one shot angst, opened her mouth and let out the biggest scream known to man.
After the younger man tried to sooth the baby girl over, the baby boy in the elder mans arm then proceeded to cry.
"Oh Merlin they sure are loud one's eh?" asked the elder man, handing the baby boy back towards his mother.
"No, they do this all the time, if one of them cries, the other one will cry," she said arching the baby onto her shoulders and patting his back soothingly.
After many rubs, and gently cooing the baby girl slowly began to clam herself down in the younger mans arms, but the baby boy only seemed to grow louder and louder with each cry.
"I think he's just hungry, do you mind if I go upstairs to feed him?" said the younger woman bouncing the baby within her arms.
"Go right a head Lily, but dinner will be ready in about twenty," said the elder woman.
The younger woman nodded and smiled her thanks before turning and heading up the stairs towards the younger mans old bedroom.
After the younger man watched her go, he walked over towards the couch, the baby girl still held tightly in his arms.
"Merlin can that boy scream," said the elder man rubbing his ears soothingly.
"Nothing compared to what his sister can do at times," said the younger man, leaning down and planting a small kiss between her brows.
The baby giggled slightly at his touch, and the younger man smiled down at her.
"Wow they sure have grown," said the elder woman, leaning back into her chair as she began to rock back and forth.
"Yeah - eight months now, last time you guys saw them was at -"
The younger man stopped himself. A sad expression crossed his face as he began to look over his daughter's features again.
"James, love do you want to talk about it?" asked the elder woman moving over towards the couch, and sitting beside him.
"No - no I'm fine, just it really hurts watching Lily go through all - this," said the younger man, never once his eyes leaving his daughter's face.
"James, you know that if anything ever happened to you or Lily, we would immediately be there to help," said the elder man.
"I know dad - I know, just pains me to think that Harry and Hayley may have to grow up with all this, trapped inside a house and never being able to go outside or Hogwarts."
"James I'm sure by then, we'll all be laughing at the idea. Don't worry sweetie, it will all blow over," said the elder woman.
"Yeah - maybe your right. Er - I'm gonna go check on Lily, see if she needs any help -- here will you watch Hayley," asked the younger man, standing up and setting the baby within the elder woman's arms. The elder man and woman both nodded as they leaned in towards each other. Both gazing over the baby in there arms.
The younger man smiled down at them; then leaned down to give his daughter a small peck on her forehead.
Once he stood back up he turned and began to climb the stairs leading him towards his wife.
He already knew what room they'd been in. Since the room had once been his.
As he approached the door he could hear soft humming. He couldn't help the grin that suppressed his face. He loved watching his wife sing to his children.
Opening the door slightly he began to catch the song the younger woman was singing to the baby. Walking closer he could see her holding the baby up to her breast, while the baby fed off her. The younger man now knew the song the woman was singing to there son:
"You gotta leave me now, You got to go alone. You gotta chase the dream, One that's all your own. Before it's slips away. When you're flying high, Take my heart along. I'll be the harmony to, Every lonely song, That you love to play. When you're soaring through, The air, I'll be your solid ground. Take courage and to dare, I'll still be there, when you come back down. When you come back down."
The younger man came up from behind the younger woman and pulling her hair back lightly he kissed her neck softly.
"James you know what that does to me," said the younger woman in a whinny- know it all statement.
"Yeah I know -- that's why I'm doing it."
"In your parents' house!"
"Why not, we need new places -- our house is just not as exciting anymore."
"James as well as you are at seducing, there is - no - way -in - Merlin - that - we - are - having - sex - in - your - parents - house - with - our - children - here!"
"Lily love, you know I was just joking."
"You're not funny -- ouch!" said the younger woman. Her eyes instantly turned back towards the baby boy in her arms.
"What's wrong?"
"He bit me," laughed the younger woman. "Wow okay now I know what my mother meant when I used to bite her."
"He bit you?"
"You know, bit me, with his teething going on, and I'm breast feeding him!"
"Right," said the younger man standing away from the younger woman and walking around to the baby.
"Here I think he's about done anyway will you take him," asked the younger woman. The younger man nodded and lifted the baby into his arms.
"Is Hayley with Silvia and Arnold?" asked the younger woman as she proceeded to get her bra back on correct. The younger man nodded at her, not once his eyes leaving his son's face.
"James you alright? You've been acting kind of sad today."
"I'm fine Lily."
"What's wrong, at home you're always smiling and playing with the babies, and now you look sad."
"Seeing all this, I just want Harry and Hayley to grow up living in a home like this, having a family to love them you know."
"James - please I'm the one who cries over this, remember the other night, you know that IF something happened to us, Sirius wouldn't let his godchildren starve now would he?"
The younger man let out a small laugh at her words.
"Your right Lily, I'm sorry," he said. Leaning down and kissing her slightly on her lips. Right as there lips meat, that's when they heard it:
BOOM!
The entire house shook under the force of the sound. The younger man had to grab the chair next to him so he wouldn't fall over with the baby in his arms.
Once the pounding and shaking stopped, another sound penetrated the house. The sound of a baby crying.
"HAYLEY -"
"NO LILY STAY HERE!" Ordered the younger man at her. He handed her the baby and then burst from the room. His wand held out in front of him as he ran down the stairs, two at a time.
That's when he was met with a scene he knew was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
His old house, his childhood, his parent's house, was completely destroyed and the only remains where the things above his head on the second floor.
He could still hear the baby's emerging cries somewhere in the room, but her body was no were to be seen.
"MUM - DAD!"
His answer was silence. He could see the smoke started to clear up and that's when the couch came into view.
There sitting on the couch was his father. Blood all over his chest and the couch. That's when he saw it, a piece of thick wood sticking out from within his chest. He was dead before his son even reached the last step.
"JAMES WHATS GOING ON!" screamed his wife from within the room she was harbored in. He could tell just by hearing it she was keeping herself from not running down there and staying with there son.
"Ohmigod - LILY STAY UPSTAIRS!"
He could still hear his daughter's cries. But there was so much wood on the floor the carpet was completely covered.
He started ripping through the wood looking for any sign of his mother, or his daughter.
"MUM!"
Still no answer, only crying.
After he threw a thick piece of wood behind him, that's when he saw it.
A hand. A hand covered in blood.
He didn't need to follow the hand to follow where its owner was. He now knew.
He pushed away more wood surrounding the body, and that's when his mother's face came into full view.
That's when he realized it. She had been standing right underneath the book case before the bomb had sounded. The book case fell on top of her, crushing her to death. Her face was pale, her eyes were wide, and blood was dripping from her mouth.
Three occupants in the room, two found dead, one still missing .
"Hayley where are you," he muttered throwing more wood around. He started following her cries, crawling on the floor. Begging the heavens that she was alright.
He then came across probably the thickest piece of wood that had caved in, over the house.
Pulling it off the ground, that's when he found her.
His baby girl was lying on the floor. Blood covering her face and arms, and her screaming at the top of her lungs. He immediately threw the piece of wood away from her body, and bent down so fast he felt his back crack. The wood must had slammed into her legs, because the man could see red all over her tiny calves.
He held her so tight to his body that he knew he wasn't helping her breath nonetheless.
His baby was alive. She had survived. His parents didn't.
The blast must have blown the baby off the couch and onto the ground, and that's when the wood had slammed into her legs. That was why his father was dead; the wood must have stabbed him in the chest, hitting his heart.
Not even thinking twice, he held the baby tighter to his chest and ran up the stairs.
His wife had been standing in the middle of the room. Clutching the baby boy to her who was also crying, but maybe not as loud as the baby girl.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IN HELL HAPPENED!" said the women after she saw how much blood was covering her daughter's body.
"Ohmigod, my baby, James - where's Silvia and Arnold," she said setting down there son, and embracing there daughter.
The man still could see his mother's eyes lingering in his mind, wide with surprise. His father's face draped in blood, the piece of wood sunken into his chest.
"Lily we need to leave NOW!"
"What why what happened!"
"THE DEATH EATERS ARE COMING! WE NEED TO GET THE BABIES OUT -- NOW!!"
The young woman didn't need telling twice. She pulled the still screaming baby to her body, as the man bent down to gather there son.
Right as the woman began heading down the stairs the man yelled to her, "LILY NO, DON'T GO DOWN THERE!"
But it was too late. She was already out of the room and running down the stairs.
He followed her, knowing the front door was there only exit out.
"OHMIGOD JAMES!!!" screamed the woman once she was in clear view of the room.
He ran down next to her, and the entire floor was either covered in blood, wood, or glass.
"Lily let me go out the -"
BOOM!
The man grabbed the woman from the flying glass sprawling through the room, and pulled her, and the two screaming babies into the corner.
The man then heard the glass stop flying, everything stopped moving, and that's when he turned and saw three draped - he didn't want to call them humans, they were anything but that. But he saw three draped creatures emerging themselves into the broken down house.
"Find the boy and kill the others," said a cruel voice from the door.
The man instantly knowing who that voice was, but not knowing who it belonged to. He pushed the baby boy into his mothers arms before grabbing his wand again. The woman doubled over behind him, clutching her children for dear life, and from any view to the Death Eaters.
"I see our work is already done," said the cruel voice again.
"STUPEFY!" Screamed the man watching as the creature fell over and hit the ground with a soft thud.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Yelled another voice from behind the door.
The man ran to his left, missing the light by inches.
"STUPEFY!" Screamed the man again standing up and then falling back down as a divisively plan to keep them away from his wife. He smiled while watching the second hooded creature fell to the floor with a thud. Right on top of the last one.
**"SPATAWINE!"** Yelled the last voice from behind the door.
The man this time, almost missing the pink light by probably an inch, rolled over to his right. He stood up so fast he thought his knees would buckle with the immense force.
"AVADA KEDA -"
"STUPEFY!" Yelled a voice from behind the man and the hooded creature.
The man watched as the last unknown hooded fugitive fell to the floor, atop of the other two, and also with a soft thud.
The man smiled as he turned around and there standing on the platform of the last stair was his wife. Her wand held tightly in her right hand.
Looking down the man saw there children beside her, screaming there heads off, turning purple almost from all the crying they had been doing, and also at all the noise and lights they had been ensured to. One covered in blood, the other covered in dirt from all the wood.
The man walked over and embraced his wife, kissing her on the lips.
They didn't deepen the kiss, but pulled away from each other and stared into each others eyes. They were both safe, but at the price of the man's parents'.
They nodded knowing they needed to get out of the house before anymore of the hooded creatures came back.
Both bending over and picking up each baby, they headed for the front door, but found it currently blown to pieces.
The last thing the man saw before he turned and ambushed away was his mothers eyes staring at him. He felt tears sting his eyes as he ran outside with his wife by his side, both there children in there arms. As they looked back the entire house was destroyed. His childhood memories were now dead in that house.
"James we need to get Hayley to a hospital!"
The man snapped out of his revere to turn back to the woman. She had slashes across her forehead, and blood was dripping down her face from the impact of how hard her face hit the floor.
The man could taste blood in his mouth but didn't care. His family was safe. The only one who didn't seemed harmed or hurt was the baby boy, he was just covered in dirt and more then freak out by the incident.
But now there baby girl could still die from blood loss she was loosing by the second. They didn't know just how hard she had been thrown from the couch and they wouldn't know until she was in the hands of healers.
"It's okay Lily bear, your safe now," said the man kissing her on her forehead.
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"HAYLEY! HAYLEY WAKE UP!"
Hayley slashed and slurred in her bed. Her covers binding her body within its cotton material, she felt trapped. She couldn't move.
Her scar hurt, her body was drenched in sweat, and her muscles were shaking.
"HAYLEY STOP MOVING SO I CAN HELP YOU!"
She couldn't stop moving. She felt trapped. Like her covers were her only protection. She felt someone whip away her only safety and she proceeded to shake and scream at the intruder.
"HAYLEY STOP!"
She didn't stop. She felt someone touching her, someone trapping her. Her scar burned more into her forehead.
"HAYLEY WAKE UP, ITS ME HERMIONE!"
Hayley didn't trust the voice, it didn't sound like Hermione's. It was hard and rough and not sweet and bossy like Hermione's was.
"SOMEONE GET ME A GLASS OF WATER!"
Hayley heard people moving around her. A foot hitting the floor as the person moved across the floor. She then heard the same pair of feet rush back over towards her bed.
"YOU'VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE HAYLEY!"
That's when she felt it. Cold, bitter, iced water flew over her face as it covered her body.
She instantly opened her eyes, only finding everything they focused on to be blurred out.
"Hayley - can you hear me?"
Hayley turned her head slowly, and then she found her eyes staring into Hermione's chocolate orbs.
"What happened," asked Hayley. Rubbing her eyes, and trying to get forget about the icy water running down her chest right now.
"You had a bad a dream," said Hermione.
Hayley turned her head around the room. That's when she realized that not only was Hermione in here, but all of her roommates were also.
Hayley turned away from them, not wanting to look them in the eyes. See there horrified looks as they looked over her shaking frame, the sweat falling from her face.
"What time is it?"
"Its 'bout ten, we were all getting ready and you just started slashing around," said Lavender to her right.
"Where's Harry and Ron?" asked Hayley, turning back towards Hermione.
"I dunno, get dressed and we'll go see them."
Hayley nodded her head. Not knowing why, but she needed to see Harry. It was an instinct feeling telling her so. She didn't know where it was coming from but it sure as hell was there, and she needed to give into its pleas.
She was thankful when she saw all her roommates leaving along with Hermione. She couldn't be in a room with them, she couldn't let them see her like this, and she couldn't let them think she was weird.
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Hermione rushed down the stairs of the stone hallway. She almost ripped the door off its hinges as she slammed it open towards the Common Room. Scanning it quickly for any sign of her boyfriend or best friend. Both of which she didn't see.
Turning towards the Sixty year boys' dormitory she ran for the door.
She was panting by the time she reached the stairs, leaving no time for excuses. She needed to tell Harry this.
Slamming open the door to the dormitory, not even caring to knock for the boys' own privacy. As soon as she stepped into the room she was greeted with a sight she didn't want to see in all her life.
All the boys were gathered around Harry's bed. Some bending over and some kneeing to be level with him. At this moment it was Ron who was kneeing towards him. Harry on the other hand, sat doubled over on the bed. His hands clutching his scar, and his entire body was shaking.
"Ron?" asked Hermione tentatively.
Ron turned around and Hermione could see the sorrow in his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked. Hermione could detect irritation in his voice, so she decided to make this quick and clean as possible,
"It's Hayley."
Harry as if predicting this, jumped off the bed and walked, probably more like ran over to her.
"What about Hayley," he asked. Trying to keep his voice low and not attract there attention towards the boys who were still huddled over his bed.
"She had another dream," said Hermione adverted her eyes away from Harry's.
"What kind of dream?"
"I don't know Harry, she was slashing in her bed, and I think her scar hurt, and she was soaking in sweat."
"Funny." Said Ron who was looking from Harry to Hermione, and then back to Harry again.
"What's Funny?" asked Hermione.
"Harry here, was just having the same dream and doing the same things you just described."
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** Spatawine, is a curse I made up, and will go into more detail later on in this story, since it will be used again.
The song 'the younger woman' had been singing to 'there son' 'baby boy' is called "When you come back down" by "Nickel Creek." I DO NOT OWN IT!
Oy! Wow I've never finished a chapter this earlier before. But I guess that helps when you're typing since one AM!
Okay in this chapter the 'elder woman' and 'elder man' aka...Silvia and Arnold. Were James parents.
And also the 'younger woman' and 'younger man' aka..Lily and James, were of coarse Lily and James.
And another 'baby boy' or 'baby girl' or 'son' or daughter' aka...Harry and Hayley Potter at Eight months old.
New updates next Saturday or Sunday.
