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"Oh my god." Hermione gasped. "My father was there, he was- he was- there when Wormtail betrayed Harry's parents. He was...there."
Slowly Ron made his way over to Hermione, eventually sitting next to her on the bed. "I know." He said while putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Hermione," he started, "you've been through so much, your father was killed by Death Eaters, your mother having a baby on the way, school work's been piling up, and now...this stuff with...with your father is coming into the picture. You haven't been sleeping or eating much, and I almost never see you anywhere outside of classes. Perhaps," Ron paused and Hermione eyed him slowly.
"Perhaps WHAT, Ronald?"
Ron stammered a bit. "Perhaps, we should stop for tonight. Finish reading some other..."
"What? Some other time? Is that what you were going to say Ronald? Humm? Some other time? Do you REALLY think that some other time will be any better than now? Do you honestly believe that?" Hermione fumed.
"I-I um...well, I...uh," was all Ron could manage.
"Oh, just peachy Ronald. The best you can come up with is an 'UM'. Well, since that's the only answer you'll give me, we'll just have to continue, won't we." Hermione paused for several moments while Ron stared wordlessly at her. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Just Read The BLOODY Letter!"
"Hermione, I really don't think you..." Ron looked into her searching eyes, disheartened, he returned to his reading.
"No." Said Petigrew. "I'll tell you exactly where to find them. Their home, 613 Godric's Hollow. That's where they are, that's where they've been hiding."
"Thank you Peter." The Dark Lord replied. "You will be greatly rewarded when I return. Now, Granger, how about you and I pay a little visit to the Potter's. I know there's someone there you've been waiting to see."
With that, Hermione, we left for the Potter's home.
When we arrived at their picture perfect home, that had appeared for months empty, we saw lights flooding through the windows, and shadows passing from window frame to window frame. Noises were coming from within, those of people in a hurry to leave.
The Dark Lord whispered to me, "I believe they've caught wind of our coming."
Ron paused, looked at Hermione and once again asked her if she was really sure she wanted him to continue. With her frustrated assurance, he began yet again.
We forced the door open.
Potter was standing there a mix of fear, determination, and at seeing my face, anger flashing across his face.
"Lilly, take Harry and RUN!!!" He yelled before we could stop him.
Suddenly fury overtook me. All those years he had been with Lily. My Lily. They had made the perfect home. The home she and I were supposed to have together. They were sharing a life together that should have been mine.
We began to duel. Each shooting spells, curses, and enchantments. (I won't get graphic...for your sake Hermione.)
While our battle was commencing, items exploding, and curses slicing with furious force, my Lord passed by. He was looking for Lily and the baby they'd supposedly had, Harry. Your friend.
I heard screams from the back, knowing they were Lily's. I could tell the Dark Lord was hurting her.
Potter saw my lapse of concentration. He slashed me with the same curse Dolohov tried to kill you with. Potter wasn't strong enough to kill me though.
While I was staggering in pain, he ran to help Lily and Harry. I heard him blow the Dark Lord into a wall. I heard my Lord laughing.
"Do you really think you stand a chance against me? All I want is the boy. You just have to hand him over to me, and the two of you will be spared." He said.
"NO! We'll never give you Harry! No matter what you do to us!" Potter said with more valor than his puny body could ever back up.
By this time I had managed to make my way back into the room, still bleeding profusely. I could see my Lord had bound Potter and Lily, and that both had lost their wands, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"No? You dare to tell me no Potter? Let's see if I can persuade you, hmm?" the Dark Lord said as he faced Lily. Pointing his wand at her he screeched, "CRUCIO!"
Horrendous screaming filled my ears, poured through the doors, and flooded the entire house. The Dark Lord was hurting Lily. He was hurting her and had sworn to me he wouldn't. He swore she would survive, that he wouldn't do her any harm, so we could start a new life together. My Lord had lied; anger built inside of me, wand out stretched, no clear thought present in my mind, I bellowed, "CRUCIO!"
Lily, who had been withering on the floor, suddenly stopped, Potter who had been bound, was freed, and who was crying and screaming for my Lord to stop, ceased for a moment when he saw the Dark Lord twitching in agony on the floor, howling in pain.
"LILY, RUN, GET HARRY AND GET OUT!" I'll handle this. I love you both. GO!!!" he yelled after coming out of his trance. On his last word, Lily ran as hard as she could to a back room, slamming the door. It caused me to lose focus, and to lose my hold over the Dark Lord.
Potter meanwhile was slowly backing toward the door Lily had exited through, holding his wand out right.
My Lord had gotten up. "You Fool! Get out of my way!" he spat at me before turning toward Potter. "Now Potter, I do believe it is time we dueled. I recall hearing you have learned the etiquette at Hogwarts?" Before the Dark Lord continued any further, Potter called out, "Expelli—"
"SHUT," said the Dark Lord waiving his wand, instantly closing Potter's mouth, "your mouth Potter. Tut, tut, tut. I did think they'd teach you better than that." A spark of red shot out of Potter's wand. My Lord dodged it effortlessly.
All I could do was watch, my actions earlier had gotten me into trouble, and I couldn't afford to lose control again. Doing so would mean my life, so I stood, rooted to the spot.
"Hermione, are you sure you REALLY want me to read this. It'll only hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt." Ron pleaded.
"Ron, I'm already hurt. Just finish it."
"Potter, I do believe this is goodbye. Avada Kedavra!" Green flashed through the room and Potter hit the ground, dead.
Making his way swiftly past Potter's corpse, the Dark Lord forced open the door Lily had disappeared through. Her scream echoed through the house, closely followed by the shrill, mirthful laugh of my Lord.
"You've finally learned to fear me." He said, the mirth still filling his voice. "No need stupid girl. Just hand Harry over and you'll never suffer again."
"NO!" Lily pleaded, clutching Harry tightly in her arms. "NO! NOT HARRY!"
I stood silently in the doorway, unable to be anything but an onlooker to the horrible events transpiring.
"NO!?!" said my Lord. "Imperio!"
Lily's fear vanished from her face, replaced by a tranquil, unfocused gaze. I couldn't tell what my Lord was telling her inside her head, but she eventually set Harry down in the crib, still shielding it from the Dark Lord. My Lord still seemed to be trying to talk her into something, but suddenly her peaceful face became angry and determine. Bursting from her lips were the words, "I'll NEVER give you Harry!!!" before she threw her body over him.
"Idiot! Avada Kedavra!!" Another flash of green and Lily feel away from Harry, lying dead on the floor.
My heart was screaming and filling with fury for the death of Lily, but my head told me of certain death if I were to interfere anymore with the Dark Lords plans. Silent tears pouring down my face for Lily, I walked over to her dead body and held her. Meanwhile, the Dark Lord was talking to Harry in a disgustingly pleased voice.
"Now that those useless dolts are out of the way, it's just you and me, Harry. Funny how much trouble you're supposed to cause me, you're a pathetic, useless BABY! Harry, Harry, Harry, such a shame to waste my talents on killing you, but a Prophecy is a Prophecy and those are normally never wrong. And even if they were never wrong, I'd still do away with you, just to save my self the trouble latter in life. Time to join your parents Harry...Avada Kedavra!"
The familiar green flash shot out of my Lords wand, but a blinding white light quickly surrounded Harry, growing larger and larger, filling the room blasting my Lord to pieces, yet leaving a dark, fleeing shadow. With the light, a strange rumbling sounded, growing with the light, shaking the house. The ceiling began falling, and panic took over me. I apparated out of there as quickly as I could.
The rest of Harry's story you've learned from books, newspapers, and your friends, Hermione.
Just know, that if I could go back, and change things, I would. And know that every day that I have lived since that horrible night, I've lived with guilt. I hope, that somewhere down the line, you can forgive me for what I did.
I'll always love you Hermione.
Dad
Disclaimer: Don't own HP characters, quotes, plots, ect.
"Oh my god." Hermione gasped. "My father was there, he was- he was- there when Wormtail betrayed Harry's parents. He was...there."
Slowly Ron made his way over to Hermione, eventually sitting next to her on the bed. "I know." He said while putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Hermione," he started, "you've been through so much, your father was killed by Death Eaters, your mother having a baby on the way, school work's been piling up, and now...this stuff with...with your father is coming into the picture. You haven't been sleeping or eating much, and I almost never see you anywhere outside of classes. Perhaps," Ron paused and Hermione eyed him slowly.
"Perhaps WHAT, Ronald?"
Ron stammered a bit. "Perhaps, we should stop for tonight. Finish reading some other..."
"What? Some other time? Is that what you were going to say Ronald? Humm? Some other time? Do you REALLY think that some other time will be any better than now? Do you honestly believe that?" Hermione fumed.
"I-I um...well, I...uh," was all Ron could manage.
"Oh, just peachy Ronald. The best you can come up with is an 'UM'. Well, since that's the only answer you'll give me, we'll just have to continue, won't we." Hermione paused for several moments while Ron stared wordlessly at her. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Just Read The BLOODY Letter!"
"Hermione, I really don't think you..." Ron looked into her searching eyes, disheartened, he returned to his reading.
"No." Said Petigrew. "I'll tell you exactly where to find them. Their home, 613 Godric's Hollow. That's where they are, that's where they've been hiding."
"Thank you Peter." The Dark Lord replied. "You will be greatly rewarded when I return. Now, Granger, how about you and I pay a little visit to the Potter's. I know there's someone there you've been waiting to see."
With that, Hermione, we left for the Potter's home.
When we arrived at their picture perfect home, that had appeared for months empty, we saw lights flooding through the windows, and shadows passing from window frame to window frame. Noises were coming from within, those of people in a hurry to leave.
The Dark Lord whispered to me, "I believe they've caught wind of our coming."
Ron paused, looked at Hermione and once again asked her if she was really sure she wanted him to continue. With her frustrated assurance, he began yet again.
We forced the door open.
Potter was standing there a mix of fear, determination, and at seeing my face, anger flashing across his face.
"Lilly, take Harry and RUN!!!" He yelled before we could stop him.
Suddenly fury overtook me. All those years he had been with Lily. My Lily. They had made the perfect home. The home she and I were supposed to have together. They were sharing a life together that should have been mine.
We began to duel. Each shooting spells, curses, and enchantments. (I won't get graphic...for your sake Hermione.)
While our battle was commencing, items exploding, and curses slicing with furious force, my Lord passed by. He was looking for Lily and the baby they'd supposedly had, Harry. Your friend.
I heard screams from the back, knowing they were Lily's. I could tell the Dark Lord was hurting her.
Potter saw my lapse of concentration. He slashed me with the same curse Dolohov tried to kill you with. Potter wasn't strong enough to kill me though.
While I was staggering in pain, he ran to help Lily and Harry. I heard him blow the Dark Lord into a wall. I heard my Lord laughing.
"Do you really think you stand a chance against me? All I want is the boy. You just have to hand him over to me, and the two of you will be spared." He said.
"NO! We'll never give you Harry! No matter what you do to us!" Potter said with more valor than his puny body could ever back up.
By this time I had managed to make my way back into the room, still bleeding profusely. I could see my Lord had bound Potter and Lily, and that both had lost their wands, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"No? You dare to tell me no Potter? Let's see if I can persuade you, hmm?" the Dark Lord said as he faced Lily. Pointing his wand at her he screeched, "CRUCIO!"
Horrendous screaming filled my ears, poured through the doors, and flooded the entire house. The Dark Lord was hurting Lily. He was hurting her and had sworn to me he wouldn't. He swore she would survive, that he wouldn't do her any harm, so we could start a new life together. My Lord had lied; anger built inside of me, wand out stretched, no clear thought present in my mind, I bellowed, "CRUCIO!"
Lily, who had been withering on the floor, suddenly stopped, Potter who had been bound, was freed, and who was crying and screaming for my Lord to stop, ceased for a moment when he saw the Dark Lord twitching in agony on the floor, howling in pain.
"LILY, RUN, GET HARRY AND GET OUT!" I'll handle this. I love you both. GO!!!" he yelled after coming out of his trance. On his last word, Lily ran as hard as she could to a back room, slamming the door. It caused me to lose focus, and to lose my hold over the Dark Lord.
Potter meanwhile was slowly backing toward the door Lily had exited through, holding his wand out right.
My Lord had gotten up. "You Fool! Get out of my way!" he spat at me before turning toward Potter. "Now Potter, I do believe it is time we dueled. I recall hearing you have learned the etiquette at Hogwarts?" Before the Dark Lord continued any further, Potter called out, "Expelli—"
"SHUT," said the Dark Lord waiving his wand, instantly closing Potter's mouth, "your mouth Potter. Tut, tut, tut. I did think they'd teach you better than that." A spark of red shot out of Potter's wand. My Lord dodged it effortlessly.
All I could do was watch, my actions earlier had gotten me into trouble, and I couldn't afford to lose control again. Doing so would mean my life, so I stood, rooted to the spot.
"Hermione, are you sure you REALLY want me to read this. It'll only hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt." Ron pleaded.
"Ron, I'm already hurt. Just finish it."
"Potter, I do believe this is goodbye. Avada Kedavra!" Green flashed through the room and Potter hit the ground, dead.
Making his way swiftly past Potter's corpse, the Dark Lord forced open the door Lily had disappeared through. Her scream echoed through the house, closely followed by the shrill, mirthful laugh of my Lord.
"You've finally learned to fear me." He said, the mirth still filling his voice. "No need stupid girl. Just hand Harry over and you'll never suffer again."
"NO!" Lily pleaded, clutching Harry tightly in her arms. "NO! NOT HARRY!"
I stood silently in the doorway, unable to be anything but an onlooker to the horrible events transpiring.
"NO!?!" said my Lord. "Imperio!"
Lily's fear vanished from her face, replaced by a tranquil, unfocused gaze. I couldn't tell what my Lord was telling her inside her head, but she eventually set Harry down in the crib, still shielding it from the Dark Lord. My Lord still seemed to be trying to talk her into something, but suddenly her peaceful face became angry and determine. Bursting from her lips were the words, "I'll NEVER give you Harry!!!" before she threw her body over him.
"Idiot! Avada Kedavra!!" Another flash of green and Lily feel away from Harry, lying dead on the floor.
My heart was screaming and filling with fury for the death of Lily, but my head told me of certain death if I were to interfere anymore with the Dark Lords plans. Silent tears pouring down my face for Lily, I walked over to her dead body and held her. Meanwhile, the Dark Lord was talking to Harry in a disgustingly pleased voice.
"Now that those useless dolts are out of the way, it's just you and me, Harry. Funny how much trouble you're supposed to cause me, you're a pathetic, useless BABY! Harry, Harry, Harry, such a shame to waste my talents on killing you, but a Prophecy is a Prophecy and those are normally never wrong. And even if they were never wrong, I'd still do away with you, just to save my self the trouble latter in life. Time to join your parents Harry...Avada Kedavra!"
The familiar green flash shot out of my Lords wand, but a blinding white light quickly surrounded Harry, growing larger and larger, filling the room blasting my Lord to pieces, yet leaving a dark, fleeing shadow. With the light, a strange rumbling sounded, growing with the light, shaking the house. The ceiling began falling, and panic took over me. I apparated out of there as quickly as I could.
The rest of Harry's story you've learned from books, newspapers, and your friends, Hermione.
Just know, that if I could go back, and change things, I would. And know that every day that I have lived since that horrible night, I've lived with guilt. I hope, that somewhere down the line, you can forgive me for what I did.
I'll always love you Hermione.
Dad