The Death Eaters Return
A/N: Hey! This is a story that had been floating around in the inside of my head long before I realized the joys of fanfiction. It started as a one-shot and blossomed into… this! This beautiful work of art! (Okay, a little excessive proud-ness, but, hey! If I don't who will?) Well, Please review! I need motivation to keep working! –wink-wink-nudge-nudge-
Disclaimer: This is the only time for this story I will put up a disclaimer so listen closely: I own nothing of this story except Lily Weasley-Potter. But don't we ALL wish we owned Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley… well, you get the point.
Chapter 1: What Started Out As Fun
"I still can't believe Ron won!" yelled Harry to Ginny over the continuous chorus of "Weasley is our King" that had been changed to fit Ron's new role of Keeper and Team Captain of the Chudley Cannons.
They were at the finals for the four hundred and thirtieth Quidditch World Cup, the Chudley Cannons verses the Wilburn Wasps. As Ron was now Captain for the team, him having finished his education four years previsious, he could get free tickets for whom ever he wished.
"I know," giggled Ginny, watching her brother pass by, sitting on the shoulders of his many fans. "I'll never forget the day he got Captain."
/JOHNNY DEPP ROCKS MY SOCKS/
It had been a warm summers day a little over three years ago when Ron had come bounding out of the Burrow, spotted them down by the creek swimming and raced over to them clutching an envelope in one hand screaming with the same extactic voice he had used when he got word that he had gotten into the team the year before, "I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I'M THE NEW TEAM CAPTAIN FOR THE CHUDLEY CANNONS! I GOT IT!"
A stunned silence followed these words before Fred and Gorge gave a roar and bounded up from the creek to spear tackle him, laughing like mad. Everyone followed suit in congratulating Ron, even Bill and Fleur broke apart to praise him, and when Fleur placed a kiss on each of his cheeks it just seemed to make his day (Hermione scowling jealously from his side).
But even the glow of being kissed by a part Veela could not match the height of the rave-like party that started in the early hours of that afternoon and continued until late into the following day.
From the blurred details that of each present could remember (seeing as they all had been under the influence of fire whisky at them time and was a great achievement that they could remember anything at all) they had a gargled version of events that had taken place; Fred, George and Remus Lupin had been taken to St Mungo's for extensive drug rehabilitation, Harry had gotten Ginny pregnant (which was okay with them being husband and wife for over a year now), and the diamond engagement ring that had been sitting unused in Rons pocket for two weeks was finally put to use when he finally proposed to Hermione, whom accepted and not once thought of changing her mind.
/JOHNNY DEPP ROCKS MY SOCKS/
Now, little over three years later, Ginny had given birth to a beautiful baby girl whom they had named Lily Weasley-Potter in tribute to Harrys mother. She had grown at an alarming rate over the past years and had made herself quiet a vocabulary. She stood next to her mother, holding her hand and bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking appraisingly up at her 'Uncle Ronnie'.
"Uncle Ronnie, Uncle Ronnie!" Lily squeaked excitedly as her Godfather came bounding out from the very centre of a passing crowd and scooped her up into his arms.
"Hey baby girl, having fun?" he asked her giving her an Eskimo kiss before turning to Harry and Ginny, "Hey, guys, enjoy the match?"
"Yes we did. Ron, you were amazing!"
"She's right, when you saved the fourteenth from that Wilburn Chaser, amazing!"
"It was so wow, Uncle Ronny..." said Lily, her bright blue Weasley eyes widening in awe.
"It was so wow!" said a sly voice from behind them.
"Auntie Mione!" squeaked Lily in the same excited voice she had used to say her Godfathers name before she launched herself onto her Godmother and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Goodness, look at you, your getting more beautiful each time I see you!" said Hermione, her chocolate brown eyes drifted down the face of her Godchild; it was true.
Although Lily was still at a young age her mothers radiant beauty was already shining through. Her gorgeous Weasley eyes and dazzlingly tanned skin were matched perfectly by her fathers jet-black hair and full lips, that were accompanied by that shy grin that graced his face when he was up to no good.
Lily simply giggled, jumped back down and walked over to her parents, grasping both of their hands in her own.
"You were brilliant up there Ron, amazing!" said Hermoine energetically, looking up into the face of her lover.
"Yeah, I've herd," grinned Ron cheekily as he placed a kiss on his wives lips.
"Uncle Ronnie," Lily sighed exasperatedly, "that's yucky!"
"Is that so?" said Ron laughing, as he bent down to tickle his niece's stomach, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Yes, she should." said Ginny strictly even though she was smiling warmly down at her daughter of whom was now scowling at her Godfather.
"Come on, Veela Girl," Harry said affectionately, using their precious nick-name, bending down and opening his arms to pick up the little girl, "time for bed."
Recognizing defeat Lily opened her arms and allowed her Papa to carry her off to their tent, Ginny walking by her husband's side.
"Night Uncle Ronnie, Night Auntie Mione."
"Night little Lily."
/HI, I'M SIRIUS BLACKS FRIEND, SIRIUS BLONDE/
Some time later, back in their tent, although normally proportioned on the outside an apartment could fit comfortably within, Harry and Ginny we're putting Lily to bed.
"Have a good time sweetheart?" Ginny asked, lowering Lily into her cot.
"Yeah, I had heaps of fun!" said Lily animatedly, even though her eyes were beginning to droop.
"Well, that's good." said Harry appearing at his wives side, snaking an arm around her waist.
Non-pulsed Lily tried again to plead with her father, "Please Daddy, are you quiet sure that I have to go to bed?"
Harry smiled lovingly at his daughter as he replied, "Yes, I'm sure. Goodnight Veela Girl." as he brushed her forehead with a soft kiss.
"Goodnight Daddy, goodnight Mummy. I love you."
"We love you to," replied Ginny "Goodnight." And with that she allowed Harry to back her out of the room, arm still wrapped round her waist.
"She's growing up so fast." Ginny said as she hugged tight Harrys arm.
She felt something soft touch the side of her neck, she started for a moment before realizing that 'the soft thing' was Harrys lips, kissing her soothingly yet passionately up towards her jaw line. His lips felt warm against the cool of her neck.
/HI, I'M SIRIUS BLACKS FRIEND, SIRIUS BLONDE/
Harry had expected to wake the next day, Ginny in his arms and her red hair splayed across the pillow, but instead he woke to a cry of disappear from his wife who was cowering at Lilys cot, clutching a piece of parchment.
"Ginny?" whispered Harry in shock "What happened? Are you alright?" he said grasping the slim shoulders of his wife.
"It's Lily…" said Ginny, her voice choking with tears. Harry looked over to Lily's cot, and realized that she was not in there for the first time.
"What's happened?" said Harry his heart filling with dread. "What's happened to her?"
"They've taken…"
"Who are 'they'? Ginny, what's happened to our daughter?"
"Why... she's just… oh, Harry." she collapsed onto Harrys shoulder crying uncontrollably, letting the parchment she was holding fall to the floor.
/WHO LIKES TO EAT PEAUNUTBUTTER OFF A HOBOS FOOT? HONESTLY/
So-called Chosen One,
We have taken your daughter. If you want to see her ever again we suggest that you be at the graveyard at which you witnessed the Dark Lords rebirth at midnight on the 23rd of August, if you tell us the secret of how to bring The Dark Lord back we will give sweet Lily back to you (I'd say 'safe and sound' but I don't want to raise your hopes). If not, we will kill her, and let us assure you, it will not be just a flash of green light that ends her journey. We believe you know Fenrir Greyback? You should, giving he gave a friend of yours quiet a reminder a few years back. YOU MUST COME ALONE. If you don't we will sidelong apparated her to where Greyback is and he will have his fun. The same fate awaits her if we hear a word of this in the public, you have been warned.
Death Eaters
PS. Lily has grown into a beautiful girl…
/WHO LIKES TO EAT PEAUNUTBUTTER OFF A HOBOS FOOT? HONESTLY/