Lily's Letter
Hey! I'm back at it and this one is going to have two chapters. One for the letter and one for Harry's reaction. Which is coming soon, I hope. Please review to let me know the good, the bad and the ugly about what I wrote. And, I at least HOPE you'll enjoy this!
Multi-coloured sparks were shooting out of James Potter's wand. The giggling baby being held in his wife, Lily's arms was apparently enjoying the little show.
Today was Harry Potter's first birthday, and the happy young family were celebrating the joyous occasion.
'He likes this.' commented James as he continued making different coloured sparks shoot out like a tiny fireworks display. James was a scruffy black-haired young man with hazel eyes and circular glasses. His young son seemed to have picked up on James' untidy hair trait.
'Look Harry! Wow! Aren't they pretty?' Lily beamed as she looked down on her baby boy, so happy. The two parents laughed along with their son because he was so ecstatic. Harry was the sort of baby who could magically make everyone in the same room as him suddenly become extremely positive about every aspect of life.
A knock sounded at the door.
'I'll get it.' Said James as he stood up and walked over to the front door of their cottage. At the threshold stood a handsome man named Sirius Black, a great friend of the Potters. 'Hey Prongs! Good to see ya!' Sirius hugged James and James responded with just as much enthusiasm. 'Padfoot! You alright?' asked James. 'Yeah, I'm doing great!' Sirius was relieved to see James so happy in the midst of a War. 'Come in, come in.'
As Sirius stepped inside, he was greeted by a beautiful red-headed woman, Lily, holding infant Harry in her arms. 'Lily! Lovely to see you.' once again,
Lily and Sirius exchanged a hug. 'Sirius, how's everything going, okay?' asked a broadly-smiling Lily. 'Everything's going just how it should.' Sirius then immediately dropped his gaze to the little baby boy in Lily's arms, now slightly drooling. 'And who do we have here, Mr. Drooler?' James laughed as he wiped away Harry's drool with a cloth from his pocket. 'I'm just kidding. My beloved little godson of course. Wow! What a big boy you are today, one year old.' Harry smiled in recognition and that of course, made Sirius' heart soar.
'Can I have him for a moment?' asked Sirius, obviously excited.
'Sure, definitely.' Lily slowly detached herself from the baby and gave him to his godfather.
'Be careful, he's getting quite heavy.' warned both James and Lily just as Sirius managed to wrap his arms around the infant. 'Ooh! Wow! Yeah he is! Wow, you're even bigger than I thought you were!'
Lily suddenly felt a heavy weight on her shoulders and back, as if someone had put a boulder atop of her. Her face turned from an expression of pride and happiness to one of solemn. For once, her baby's happy demeanour could not change her mood. She was about to cry, but skillfully held back her sudden rush of tears. 'I'm just going to go upstairs and write something. I'll be down in a couple minutes.' And with that, Lily dashed upstairs, leaving a confused James and Sirius behind her.
Once upstairs, she quickly shut her bedroom door, pulled out an ink pot, a quill and some parchment. And breathed in before starting what she was about to do.
My dear boy,
It's your mum. I could possibly never give this to you, but I might have to very sadly leave this letter for you to read when you're older. The thing is,
You-Know-Who could possibly track us down here and kill us any moment. I hope that by the time you are reading this, if you ever have to, You-Know-Who has been defeated or killed, gone forever. I hope everyone's going to stay safe. Harry, if both me and your dad are gone, you'll still have your godfather Sirius, uncle Remus and uncle Peter. Who I'm sure will all come to your aid if something dreadful does happen.
Harry, I hope you enjoyed Hogwarts. If you've been there by now. And I hope you were sorted into Gryffindor. That was were me and your dad were. Making life-long friends and studying hard are the two things you should focus the most on while you're there. It'll help you the most.
And one final word Harry. To the lucky young lady whom you choose to be your wife, I must only ask two questions. What is the colour of her eyes? I find brown to be the kindest and warmest. It somehow draws people in. And second, what is her favourite ice cream flavour? Mine's butterbeer. You really can't get anything tastier. If this letter sadly does ever fall into your hands in the future just remember one thing.
Dad and I will stick with you until the very end. Always.
Love,
Mum xxx
With that, Lily brought the quill up from the parchment and put it back in the ink pot. She folded the note slowly, solemnly. Writing it had made her wonder if her words, written with ink on a piece of parchment, would ever become truth. Deep inside her gut, she felt worry rising and building inside her. She forcefully shoved it away, reminding herself that it was her beloved son's birthday, and she should go rejoin the celebration. She picked up the note and placed it in the back of her closet. But just before that, she quickly scribbled 'From Lily to Harry. Don't open until I or James pass. Or until Harry is mentally ready.'
She then opened her closet door, placing the piece of parchment underneath a grey checkered blanket.
Leaving and closing the door behind her, little did she know that exactly three months from now, her fears, nightmares and words on parchment would become the haunting reality.