Here it is! The FINAL CHAPTER! THIS IS IT FANS!
I really want to say thank you for reading my story and for all your kind reviews. I'm really depressed that my story that I've worked sooo hard on is over. But at least I can always go back and read your reviews to remind me of all the fun I had writing it.
I'm going to write many stories, but never one such as this. And I doubt I'll ever get a better audience. Thanks for reading!
Forever remember Lily and James Potter. For they taught us that love conquers all.
R.I.P.
Chapter 11 the trouble with roses:
Thunderous booms sounded through the door as Lily cradled a crying Harry tightly in her arms. She tried to calm him, but he wasn't use to all the noise, it frightened him.
"shh... it's okay..." She tried to comfort him, but her voice was shaky. She wished that she could tell him that everything would be alright. But then she'd be lying.
Harry continued to cry, so Lily started to sing to him,
"Oh my Angel, please don't cry, Let our love make us fly, And forever be by side, As I hold you in my arms all through the night, Oh my Angel, please don't cry, For I shall forever love you."
She would of liked to continue but it was hard to sing and cry at once.Thankfully, he began to stop.
Perhaps Dumbledore would come help them. Yes, that was it. Dumbledore would come rescue them. He always showed up in time of need. Surely he would save them, or at least Harry.
Harry. Her sweet Harry. If he were to survive, what would he be like? Would he even remember her?
"Oh Harry," Lily begged, "Don't forget me. I'm your mum, please, please remember me. Please."
Harry just looked at her.
Within a few minutes, as the battle outside the room raged on, Lily began to doubt. Nobody was coming for them. Nobody. No one even knew that they were dying. No hope...not even Dumbledore... No hope at all...
If this was how it was going to end, Lily wanted to know one thing before she died. One simple thing.
Did Harry, deep down, understand who she was?
Lily looked at Harry. "Say Mum Harry." She said firmly.
He just blinked in confusion.
"Harry, say Mum. Say Mummy!"
But Harry just muttered incomprehendable baby talk.
"Harry please! Please say Mummy!" Lily started to cry even harder. Agony as she had never felt. "Say Mummy Harry!" She could barely speak through sobs, "P-Please Harry! Say Mummy! Please just say my name! Just once! Please! I'm your Mummy Harry. I'm your Mum! Oh please!"
But Harry didn't utter a word. Lily held him tightly, letting out deep breaths. "What's going to happen to us?" she whispered.
Outside the room the battle grew stronger. As curses hit every direction in the room, finally, Voldemort had James up against the wall. His wand pointing at James's throat.
"I've waited a year for this, and I won't have a pathetic mudblood-lover stop me." Voldemort hissed.
"Then, your going to feel very foolish when Dumbledore comes-"
Voldemort gave a cold laugh. "Did you think I hadn't already thought of that? I have some deatheaters torturing a family Dumbledore knows well. I have him distracted there." Voldemort smiled. "Perhaps you know them... The Longbottoms..."
James's eyes widened in horror. He couldn't think, his brain felt jammed.
"Expelliarmus!" James yelled.
But Voldemort muttered an incantation under his breath and James's wand flew into Voldemort's hand instead. James's mind raced. Voldemort didn't even use a wand to reverse the effect of the spell. But, that was impossible! Or, it should have been. Now James knew why they called Voldemort "all powerful". He knew how to do wandless magic. A dark-art that was long known to be dead.
"Weak fool," Voldemort hissed, "Tell me... Where do you get the nerve to do that to me?" He was getting angry.
James just glared. Why hadn't Voldemort killed him yet? He has his chance. But James realized that Voldemort was toying with him. Like a cat does to a mouse before eating it. He was amusing himself, and torturing James.
"Answer me!" Voldemort yelled.
James just continued to glare. He wasn't going to play Voldemorts little game.
Voldemort hissed again, "Do you think your brave?" He laughed harshly in James's face. "Did you actually think you could stop me? When will fools like you understand that no one and nothing can stop me! I am the greatest wizard in the world! I am Lord Voldemort!"
"No..." James whispered, "your nothing more than a insolent nutcase who can burn in Hell for all I care!"
Voldemort shoved his wand threatingly to James's neck. Then he whispered dangerously in James's ear, "You'd do well to choose your words more wisely, especially since your precious mudblood and half-breed son's lives are dangling on the line."
"And you'd do well to leave them alone!" James yelled furiously.
Voldemort laughed in amusement. "Do you actually think that you can stop me? You pathetic piece of dry rot, you know nothing of power. Even Dumbledore's might couldn't stop me, do you possibly think you can?"
"YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE, YOU HEAR ME! If you touch them I'll-"
"SILENCE YOU FOOL! How dare you raise your voice at me! Keep your foul tongue behind your lips where it belongs!" Voldemort sneered. He shoved James to the ground, his wand now pointing at James's chest. "That is the last time you'll raise your voice at me! In fact, this is the last time you'll ever speak at all."
Voldemort raised his wand.
"Go ahead. I'm not afraid to die." James whispered.
"Then why do I see fear behind your eyes."
"It's not fear, it's disgust. Disgust knowing that someone could be so heartless they'd try to murder an innocent child!"
"Why do you say 'try to murder'? I AM going to murder your son! And I'll enjoy doing it, too." Voldemort said with a nasty smile.
"Over my dead body!" Yelled James.
"With pleasure..." Voldemort hissed back as he raised his wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Right as the words escaped Voldemort's mouth, James rolled. He narrowly missed the curse. James ran behind the dining table and turned it over on its side, blocking him from view. But, with one swift movement of Voldemort's hand the table blasted into pieces.
"Trying to run, are we? Hiding won't work." Voldemort said cruelly. In less than a second, Voldemort apparated in back of James, taking him by surprise. "Anglus Eirrirea!" Voldemort screeched. The spell sent James flying across the room, and slammed him into the mantle. James winced in pain. As he opened his eyes he saw he was face to face with the picture of Lily on the mantle.
Her beautiful green eyes shone bright with her gorgeous smile. "Lily..." James whispered. He wanted to see her one more time. To hold her and tell how deeply he loved her. But he had to leave her. He knew deep down he had to.
"Yes, your precious mudblood Lily. How does it feel to know that the last thing your ever going to see is nothing more than her picture. Don't worry, she'll be joining you soon." Voldemort sneered. He once again raised his wand. "And now ends the life of the arrogant James Potter. Don't worry; I highly doubt you'll be missed. In fact, I'm probably doing the world a favour. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
And as those final words left Voldemort's mouth, James saw Lily's beautiful face fade in a flash of green light. The last thing he'd ever see.
Lily sat quite in the spare bedroom, rocking Harry in her arms. Faint noises from the fight could be heard through the door. But suddenly, it stopped. All went silent. Lily could only hear the beat of her own, frightened heart pounding against her chest.
What happened? Lily felt scared and tense. Perhaps Voldemort had been defeated...
The floor suddenly creaked. Someone was walking towards the door.
It had to be James... He was coming back for them, as he promised he would...
The footsteps grew louder.
James... her wonderful James was coming for her...any minute now James would come in through that door with an exasperated smile and tell her that it was over, that everything was going to be okay...
A red spell shone around the door, knocking off all Lily's charms and locks. The door handle started to turn.
Her heart began to pound. Lily didn't know why she felt so tense, it had to be James. He promised he'd see her again. And James always kept his promises...
The door slowly creaked open.
James...?
A long, pale hand with snake-like fingers grasped the door. Two crimson, blood-red eyes peered around with a deadly smile. And then, the most horrible, cruel face she had ever seen grimaced its pointed teeth at her.
"This is going to be easier than I thought..." Hissed it's pale, blue lips.
Not James. Lord Voldemort. And behind him, outside the doorway, Lily saw James's lifeless body lying sprawled on the floor.
Lily screamed and pulled out her wand. She set Harry down on the bed and stood up. Lord Voldemort faced her, only four feet away.
Voldemort only hissed one word, "move."
Lily's heart seemed to skip a few beats as she realized Voldemort didn't want her. He wanted her only son. He wanted Harry.
"Move!" Voldemort said violently.
"You'll not lay a finger on Harry, you monster!" Lily screamed. "You'll have to kill me first!" She held her wand at the ready.
"I don't want you! Just give me the child!"
"NEVER!"
"STAND ASIDE, YOU FOOLISH GIRL!" Voldemort yelled.
"I won't let you touch him! He's my son! I LOVE HIM! AND IF YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN HERE AND-"
"SHUT YOU MOUTH ABOUT THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AND MOVE!"
"NO!"
"No mudblood says no to me!" Yelled Voldemort has he backhanded Lily across the cheek. She staggered sideways into the wall. Voldemort walked over to Harry and raised his wand.
"NO! NOT HARRY! PLEASE, NOT HARRY! YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE! HARRY! PLEASE, LEAVE HARRY ALONE! PLEASE!"
"Quiet your foul lips, you filth!" Voldemort hissed angrily.
Lily collapsed herself in front of Harry, using the bedpost to hold her up. "I won't let you hurt him!"
"Fine. You want to be a pest, then I'll rid of you first!" He raised his wand.
Lily raised hers and shot a stunner, which changed course with a wave of Voldemort's hand and made a hole in the wall.
She raised her wand again, but suddenly, it was too late.
Before she could continue to think, before she could so much as feel, two horrible words were screeched into the night,
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of green light. And suddenly, the world was falling upon Lily. The wind rushed against her ears. And all went black. Her body went numb. Harry... Harry... She couldn't think. She couldn't feel. Harry... But as she hit the floor, last minute brain waves rushed madly around in her head, recollecting the strongest memories before they faded away. And as Lily's whole world went dark, She saw herself opening her Hogwarts letter..., Holding Harry for the first time..., And James kissing her in a scene of white on their wedding day. And that's where the green light melted in with the scene. It started to fade, until... It was gone. James... James... Suddenly, she felt his presence once more... She felt herself rise... For the first time she felt eternal bliss...
Fate engulfed all. Or perhaps it was destiny, for the beginning of a hero was born as Lord Voldemort faced Harry Potter.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screeched once more. But the Lily's love ran through Harry's veins and acted as a counter-curse. And through a flash of green light, Lord Voldemort was ripped from his body. The backfire caused an explosion. The blast destroyed almost all of the house. Leaving practically all of it in rubble.
But this was not the end...
Hours later, a large man with a shaggy beard and a moleskin overcoat hesitated as he entered the ruined house. He felt sorrow run through him as walked through the mess.
Suddenly, crying was heard as he neared a destroyed bedroom. The man named Rubeus Hagrid hurried forward to find the crying coming from beneath the rubble and wood from the roof.
He quickly removed what he could to find a small baby crying frantically. Hagrid picked him up carefully and gasped as a trail of blood fell from little Harry's head. Hagrid lifted Harry's bangs to find a great slash across the baby's forehead.
He wiped what he could away with his sleeve and tried to calm the crying baby. Hagrid looked around to see broken glass and pictures strewn across the floor. As the baby began to calm down, Hagrid distractedly set Harry carefully on the bed and walked around the room, looking at all the destroyed items.
Harry made a noise behind him. Hagrid turned to see the one-year old slide himself off the bed and start to crawl across the floor. Hagrid went after him, but stopped in shock.
Hagrid had looked down to see Harry crawl toward a hand sticking out from the rubble. The face of a dead woman was visible as well. Lily...
Harry tugged on her sleeve and gurgled baby noises. Harry didn't understand. Why wasn't she waking up? Why wasn't she moving? Didn't she see him? He wanted to play, but she wouldn't get up. Harry didn't get it. He tugged at her sleeve some more. But she still wasn't moving. The baby boy touched her cold hand, He wanted to hold it but she wasn't grasping his hand back.
Harry started to cry a little. What was she playing at? He started to mutter words. Finally, he said the word he was looking for.
A tear ran down hagrid's cheek as Harry cried out the word 'mummy' over and over again. Harry didn't get why she wouldn't answer. As Harry started to cry frantically again, Hagrid picked him up and slowly began to walk from the room.
The little baby reached over the big man's shoulder and stuck out a tiny hand, trying to reach for his Lily, crying hysterically. But Hagrid continued walk until they were outside. Harry would never see his mum again.
Just as Hagrid was about to leave, the young Sirius Black caught up with him.
When Sirius heard what had happened he ran in the ruined house to find that it was true. Lily and James were dead. James, his best friend James, was dead. For what seemed like hours, Sirius kneeled next to his best friend's body and cried. Sirius Black, the brave Sirius black, cried...
Hagrid did his best to comfort him, but the wound ran deep in the heart. Too deep for the healing. Only time could try and cure it. But he would never fully heal.
Hours later, one mistake led to another. And soon, the world was celebrating the defeat of Lord Voldemort, while other's cried over the Potters and shared old memories. Sirius Black walked into the trap of revenge and was soon taken and dragged away by Dementors to Azkaban prison. Where he would remain for twelve whole years. As for little Harry Potter, he was left on a relative's doorstep to spend the rest of his life condemned to the misery with muggles. A life of mistreatment and agony. Not knowing his was famous... Not knowing he was special...
But the world would forever praise 'The boy who lived'!
As for the Potters, Many came and placed roses on their grave. The trouble with roses is that they die and soon fade away. Unlike memories, which would last forever. And the Potters memory would always live on in the hearts of all who knew them. And their sacrifice would always be known.
... For fate has no forgiveness for those who dare stand against it...
