Title: Miss Memory: Captured Solace and Dark Hair
A/n: I was gonna put on the info like I always do… but screw it.
Prologue: pt.2
When Buffy awoke, she was in a dark room with ugly molding purple wallpaper. Well, it might have originally been a calm blue but age and mold seemed to infect the seams holding the room together. Elizsabeth shivered half in disgust and half in fear of whatever was happening to her. Death Eaters had taken her, she remembered, and she could taste something sour and wrong in her mouth. She was told some vague information of what was going on, and none of it really made any sense. She was too disoriented. What are the Death Eaters going to do to me?
Within an hour though, she felt a pain run through her, and she was shoved into a dark swirling vortex of some type of energy. Wrong, something inside her shouted, so wrong. She was being sent elsewhere, through time and the very edge of space. Her memories seemed to fold in by the trauma, only to be replaced by the same rugged men that were a little younger than before, and her brain felt like pins & needles on drugs.
But in the deepest part of her mind, there was something she did not voice or dare think of; what the Council didn't know, wouldn't kill them; yet. They might have changed her memories, but they didn't take the originals away as they were meant to.
Within a week prior to the kiss, they (Lily and James) were officially dating. And when Buffy was 'murdered,' they all became closer. She was Lily's best friend, and James's twin.
They all went through their last two years as close as brothers and sister, and before they got out of their last year, James Henry Potter and Lily Katrin Evans were engaged. They married the day after graduation, and her father walked her down the aisle. James's parents were just as happy for them. The other three Marauders stood in as best men, while Alice and another friend stood in for bride's maids. Lily's side remained empty, however. That was a place no on dared try to feel.
They had a grand reception with many old classmates, friends, and family greeting the bride in white.
But all of them felt a little lost, especially James and Lily, over the loss of Phoenix. But no one mentioned it; the tiny purple elephant was a piece of them stolen.
The wedding was big, yet comfortable and all of the attendees had a, mostly, wonderful time.
3 weeks later, Lily found out she was pregnant. They went through various names within a few weeks, and eventually decided on Harry, Harriet, Oliver, or Olivia. They didn't say it out loud, but both of them knew those names for something that Buffy had once said.
/ "And if you can't choose names from the either side of the family, well, if you can see a little ball of fur on the kid when you pop 'em out, then name 'em after the ball of fuzz. But then if the kid is as bald as can be, you can go for something it reminds you of. Like, if you're partial to fruit, you can always name the kid something like Peary, Penn, or Pearl."/ (has nothing to do with the vampire named Penn. The name just popped out.)
9 months after their wedding night or maybe it was from the start of the honeymoon, they had a child. Head-first, a dark ball of fuzz was found. And within a few moments, Remus won 100 American dollars worth of wizarding money off of Sirius. It was a boy, a boy who was bound to grow up happy never knowing of his loving aunt but being held by two parents and three Godfathers. They named him Harry.
Harry. James. Potter.
Unfortunately, what was meant to be was forsaken. One trusted would betray them.
TBC of course. Well, I didn't realize that chappie was that short, but I have hope that the next will be at least a little longer. enjoy.