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Chapter two- Godric's Hollow
Harry opened his eyes slowly and squinted against the bright light around him. He wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion as a slight rain misted his face, splattering his glasses. Where was he? The last he could remember, Uncle Vernon had crashed the car...the Death Eaters!
Harry sat bolt upright and looked around. There was no one, he was in a green field, beside a large oak tree. A small town lay below him, the church steeple rising to the heavens from between the large trees.
He was alone, the only person in sight, maybe the only living person around until he came to the town. Standing shakily, he winced at the pain that shot through his leg. Harry limped to the tree and sat down, pulling up his pants to look at his leg. It was covered in large bruises and cuts, probably from the roll. It hadn't hurt last night?
Had they let him go? But then why was he here in a field of all places? That town below was hardly a place you'd find near London; it had to be near Hogsmede because he could see mountains close by. Maybe they had knocked him out and were coming back. Not wanting to be caught again, Harry stood and made his way through the light rain to the town, limping on his soar leg. Where were the Dursleys? Had the Death eaters killed them?
Harry looked to the sky as if he expected to see the Order flying after him, coming to grab him but it was just steel gray cloud, a thick wall of it. He entered the town through a small gravel road that started at the field...or stopped at the field. This was more like a few blocks thrown together then a town, the houses all around him old. Boats and bikes lay here and there, he even passed a house with a motorbike lying on the lawn, which was well manicured. Obviously no one cared about anything being stolen.
A woman outside her house waved to him as he passed. "Hey Harry." She called, running her hose over the flowerbed, trying to bring more moisture to the dying plants. "We need more rain then just this little shower." She suddenly stopped. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." Harry called back, limping past and wondering how she knew his name. He needed to find a safe place to hide out, think about what had happened and then get a hold of the order. How though, Hedwig was still at the Dursleys. Maybe, if he used magic, the ministry would come for him. Harry shook himself mentally; Voldemort may be able to get him to that way.
The twisting gravel road branched off and came to a tee. Harry stopped, looking up at the wooden electric pole to read the names of the streets, which were on small white plaks and shaking in the slight wind.
"Ewart Street left." Harry muttered. "I'm on Stifle lane." He read the plank right in disbelief. "Godric's Hollow?" Harry looked down the right street and his eyes followed the large houses in awe. Godric's Hollow? Maybe here he'd be able to find some sign of the old house that had been his when he had been younger, before Voldemort had come. Maybe someone would have known about the Potters and he'd be able to find shelter and safety with them.
He limped right and watched the children swinging on the park equipment next to a large log house. They waved to him and he waved back, wondering why everyone seemed to know him. 'Maybe they're just overly friendly.'
He knew, even as he walked, there was no way anyone would be able to help him. The Potters had had to be secret when they had been here, no one would have known them and the house certainly would not be there. The neighborhood was beautiful, with well-manicured lawns and sweeping gravel driveways that led to porches, the drives surrounded by trees.
Number five was a brown house with large pine trees in the front, covering the windows. Harry's eyes traveled across the road to number six who was about the same. He was surprised, however, to see number seven was standing. He had no memory of this house. It was a large, two story house with trees in the front and a nice car parked in the drive. The color was pale grayish blue and the windows had white curtains hanging in front of them, blocking the inside from view. Harry's walking slowed with out his realizing and his breath caught in his throat. This couldn't be...could it?
On the trampoline in the front there was a black haired girl jumping up and down, doing amazing summersaults and back flips. Harry watched her, almost mesmerized by her long flowing hair. They must have rebuilt the house and a Muggle family moved in. The girl stopped, panting, her face red. She looked like Lily Potter, or, what Harry had seen in pictures. She was about thirteen.
"Harry, there you are." She said when she spotted him looking. "They're waiting in the..." She looked at his leg. "Oh my...what happened?" Harry looked down and saw his jeans were completely soaked through with blood. "Come on." She hopped off the trampoline and bounded, barefoot towards him. "Wrap you arm around me, we'll go together." Harry did as he was told, wondering how he knew her. "You've been gone for so long, Sirius went out to look for you."
"Sirius?" Harry asked as they went through the space between the fence and the house and entered to big back yard. An old car stood at the far end of the lawn, the hood up as if some one had been working on. There was a picnic table near it, next to the garage and there were people there.
Remus Lupin sat beside two other people who Harry couldn't see because they're backs were to him but, by the long red hair he realized one was a woman. "Mom!" The girl called out. The woman turned and Harry gasped, his knees buckling. It was Lily Potter, his mother. Beside her a man also turned in his chair and Harry stared. Peter Pettigrew.
To My reviewers:
Alteng: You'll see what happens to the Dursleys and the order later, don't sweat it! Vernon was just reacting, he knew who they were. My mom once almost hit a dear and said, 'what is that?' so, I know they've been tailing Harry longer but Harry really only found out last year. Oh, p.s. sorry you read this before you finished the book. Now you know what happened to Sirius. Sorry.
ShadowolfXIII: Hey, thanx. Maybe you'll actually be able to read this one through.
Nikki101: This was as fast as I can review. Are you happy? Thanx for reviewing, it means a lot to me.
TigerLily713: Thanx for r and r-ing. It means a lot to me. Keep reading though, it'll get better. I'm just trying to set up the plot now.
Chapter two- Godric's Hollow
Harry opened his eyes slowly and squinted against the bright light around him. He wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion as a slight rain misted his face, splattering his glasses. Where was he? The last he could remember, Uncle Vernon had crashed the car...the Death Eaters!
Harry sat bolt upright and looked around. There was no one, he was in a green field, beside a large oak tree. A small town lay below him, the church steeple rising to the heavens from between the large trees.
He was alone, the only person in sight, maybe the only living person around until he came to the town. Standing shakily, he winced at the pain that shot through his leg. Harry limped to the tree and sat down, pulling up his pants to look at his leg. It was covered in large bruises and cuts, probably from the roll. It hadn't hurt last night?
Had they let him go? But then why was he here in a field of all places? That town below was hardly a place you'd find near London; it had to be near Hogsmede because he could see mountains close by. Maybe they had knocked him out and were coming back. Not wanting to be caught again, Harry stood and made his way through the light rain to the town, limping on his soar leg. Where were the Dursleys? Had the Death eaters killed them?
Harry looked to the sky as if he expected to see the Order flying after him, coming to grab him but it was just steel gray cloud, a thick wall of it. He entered the town through a small gravel road that started at the field...or stopped at the field. This was more like a few blocks thrown together then a town, the houses all around him old. Boats and bikes lay here and there, he even passed a house with a motorbike lying on the lawn, which was well manicured. Obviously no one cared about anything being stolen.
A woman outside her house waved to him as he passed. "Hey Harry." She called, running her hose over the flowerbed, trying to bring more moisture to the dying plants. "We need more rain then just this little shower." She suddenly stopped. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." Harry called back, limping past and wondering how she knew his name. He needed to find a safe place to hide out, think about what had happened and then get a hold of the order. How though, Hedwig was still at the Dursleys. Maybe, if he used magic, the ministry would come for him. Harry shook himself mentally; Voldemort may be able to get him to that way.
The twisting gravel road branched off and came to a tee. Harry stopped, looking up at the wooden electric pole to read the names of the streets, which were on small white plaks and shaking in the slight wind.
"Ewart Street left." Harry muttered. "I'm on Stifle lane." He read the plank right in disbelief. "Godric's Hollow?" Harry looked down the right street and his eyes followed the large houses in awe. Godric's Hollow? Maybe here he'd be able to find some sign of the old house that had been his when he had been younger, before Voldemort had come. Maybe someone would have known about the Potters and he'd be able to find shelter and safety with them.
He limped right and watched the children swinging on the park equipment next to a large log house. They waved to him and he waved back, wondering why everyone seemed to know him. 'Maybe they're just overly friendly.'
He knew, even as he walked, there was no way anyone would be able to help him. The Potters had had to be secret when they had been here, no one would have known them and the house certainly would not be there. The neighborhood was beautiful, with well-manicured lawns and sweeping gravel driveways that led to porches, the drives surrounded by trees.
Number five was a brown house with large pine trees in the front, covering the windows. Harry's eyes traveled across the road to number six who was about the same. He was surprised, however, to see number seven was standing. He had no memory of this house. It was a large, two story house with trees in the front and a nice car parked in the drive. The color was pale grayish blue and the windows had white curtains hanging in front of them, blocking the inside from view. Harry's walking slowed with out his realizing and his breath caught in his throat. This couldn't be...could it?
On the trampoline in the front there was a black haired girl jumping up and down, doing amazing summersaults and back flips. Harry watched her, almost mesmerized by her long flowing hair. They must have rebuilt the house and a Muggle family moved in. The girl stopped, panting, her face red. She looked like Lily Potter, or, what Harry had seen in pictures. She was about thirteen.
"Harry, there you are." She said when she spotted him looking. "They're waiting in the..." She looked at his leg. "Oh my...what happened?" Harry looked down and saw his jeans were completely soaked through with blood. "Come on." She hopped off the trampoline and bounded, barefoot towards him. "Wrap you arm around me, we'll go together." Harry did as he was told, wondering how he knew her. "You've been gone for so long, Sirius went out to look for you."
"Sirius?" Harry asked as they went through the space between the fence and the house and entered to big back yard. An old car stood at the far end of the lawn, the hood up as if some one had been working on. There was a picnic table near it, next to the garage and there were people there.
Remus Lupin sat beside two other people who Harry couldn't see because they're backs were to him but, by the long red hair he realized one was a woman. "Mom!" The girl called out. The woman turned and Harry gasped, his knees buckling. It was Lily Potter, his mother. Beside her a man also turned in his chair and Harry stared. Peter Pettigrew.
To My reviewers:
Alteng: You'll see what happens to the Dursleys and the order later, don't sweat it! Vernon was just reacting, he knew who they were. My mom once almost hit a dear and said, 'what is that?' so, I know they've been tailing Harry longer but Harry really only found out last year. Oh, p.s. sorry you read this before you finished the book. Now you know what happened to Sirius. Sorry.
ShadowolfXIII: Hey, thanx. Maybe you'll actually be able to read this one through.
Nikki101: This was as fast as I can review. Are you happy? Thanx for reviewing, it means a lot to me.
TigerLily713: Thanx for r and r-ing. It means a lot to me. Keep reading though, it'll get better. I'm just trying to set up the plot now.