The desk was covered with papers, but in a nice ordered chaos way each bound together in set piles of things to do and thing that have already been done. It was a shame that James Potter's life did not follow the chaos of his desk, in fact it was worse.
The life of his family was in the deepest peril, like so many others during that dark time. James ran his hand through his already static hair, leaning back into his squeaky chair a sigh left his lips. Life was definitely difficult, but as he constantly reminded himself. At least he had a life.
Rereading the last line of his parchment, he sighed. It was time to go live his life. Switching off his table side lamp, he exited his office not daring to look back encase the workload dragged him back inside.
The smell of roast potatoes met his eager nose at the entrance of Godric's Hollow, making his stomach remind him of the lunch he had skipped early that day. Standing it that door way, he was reminded of why he spent so many long hours in that office sprawling over paper work. In front of him, a vision of red hair hummed to herself, whilst scrubbing at the dishes his hair and skirt twirling around her. In the corner sat his two twins fast asleep in their bouncing chains, their little chests rising gracefully up and down. The red hair ladies emerald eyes met his as their love flowed between their souls. Dropping his brief case onto the floor, his arms once more held the woman that he truly loved. Laying soft kisses into her hair, he knew he was truly home.
A fist crashed down onto this image of happiness, sending it cascading onto the floor. The pools were the image once flashed rippled like the anger of Lord Voldermort. He sneered with disgust at what he had just seen. Shaking his head, he paced back and forth in front of his throne, thinking, plotting of what was to be done. His features rearranged themselves into a smirk as his plan unravelled before his eyes. There would be no more dancing in the Potter house hold. With a flick of his wrists towards his guard at the doorway, the war drums of the dark creatures that lurked within his ranks, made there move towards Godric Hollow.
The table was laid with a home made feast, each being happily absorbed by two twin babies, as there parents fed them the goodies, ignoring their own grumbling stomach. Occasionally they would lock eyes, a smile in their eyes knowing that neither would rather be anywhere else but their.
Far off in the distance, a group gathered their eyes glinting with the feast that lay in front of the. The family within the hollow were luring them with the smell of the blood that ran through their veins just below a layer of skin, a layer that could be simply broken by a little nibble. The thought was shared between the group, some members shivering with anticipation. At the back of the group, a figure stood slightly off from the others his head bowed his gold trimmed cloak over his face. Disgust laid at the bottom of its stomach, knowing what would happen on that night, he raised his gaze in order to glare at the leader in front, the man who had turned him into this monster.
"Forward" The figure hissed, the group stood upright some stretching their limbs in preparation ready, ready for the fun to begin.
Like cats, they sprang across the ground using benches and trees as propellants in order to spring quicker forward. They paced faster as the adrenaline of the hunt raised in their blood, it clotting their senses as they gave over to its raw energy.
Screams met the gold trimmed figures ears stirring him from the control of the monster that lay within him. The pack sped up none not ready to miss out. As he entered the hollow, his eyes graced the kitchen, tables upturned with food mashed into the floors. Scorch marks splatter across the back wall, it was over before it had started. On the floor lay to bodies, holding each other what must love like that feel like? He questioned, staring at them. "Beh Beh" A small voice gurgled from the corner, Voldermort towered over two twins, one lay unconscious in his chair the other staring up at the figure not understanding his fate. In cold blood he was going to kill this child for his over gain. The lump in his stomach rose up his throat chocking him, freezing him in the spot. Voldermort rose his wand above his head, a look of accomplishment in his eyes. Pointing it at the baby with bright emerald eyes, he let out a low hiss "Avada Kedavra" A shot of green light matching the Childs eyes escaped the wand, shooting toward the babe. The Child reached his hands out ready to grasp the captivating light that was beautifully sinister. As the Curse graced the porcelain skin of his forehead it rebounded spiraling into its captor. A cry of horror left Voldermort as his body turned to a thick ash crumpling onto the floor. At the sound of the scream, the pack who had been searching the house gathered around the babe who caused the downfall of their master, each filled with shock. "We must kill him" The Alpha ordered stepping towards the child, his long fingernail tracing the shape of the young lad's neck. The gold trimmed figure sneered at the crude act that was about to be preformed in front of him. Without a second glance, at his pack the alpha lowered his fangs into the neck of the small boy. As the blood was drawn the babe struggled his skin slowly loosing its light pink glow turning grey. His whimpers sent shivers down the gold trimmed figures back.
The whimpers and struggling stopped, as the alpha drew the last breath of life from the small boy. "You" He snarled, towards the gold trimmed figure, "Dispose of the body, the vampire never took part in this war" He ordered stepping over the two figures on the floor. Without another sound the vampires had disappeared from the hollow leaving him alone in this room of death. Stepping towards the twins, his eyes filled with tears, at the monster within that had caused such pain to a small family. Stroking the babe's neck were two puncture marks sat, a faint pulse reached his fingers. A small ragged breath left his mouth. As his choice became clear in his mind. Taking in a deep breath he pierced his wrist with his own fangs he ignored the sharp pains that rose, as he squeezed the skin in order to allow the blood flow to raise, before pressing his bloodied wrist into the boys mouth. After a few seconds he felt the child latch onto his wrist suckling the blood from the wound, as the colour ever so slightly raised in his cheeks. Whilst that of the vampires left his own. "Good luck" He whispered as blackness over took him and he collapsed onto the floor.
Moments passed before the order arrived into the house, arms rose for the fight that had already ended. Cries escaped their mouths as they ran to Lily and James on the floor. Bending down, Minerva's stray hair fall into her face escaping from her strict bun, she pressed her hand at the base of both pairs neck before breaking into a smile. "THEY'RE ALIVE" She cried whilst casting the counter curse to the stunner that had knocked out the pair.
"The boys!" Cried Lily, struggling to her feet, she scampered towards were her babies laid. With James soon following. Their eyes locked onto their twins. Mathew laid stunned in his crib, with Harry unconscious. Lily stroked Harry's skin, her hand quickly jerked away at the coldness of her son's skin. James unstuned the youngest twin, whilst staring at his son questioningly. "Lily" he whispered pointing towards the jagged lightning cut across his son's forehead.
"Voldermort is gone" Dumbledore said in a matter of factly tone, the twinkle shining in his eyes. The group jumped with cried of joy, at the news.
"Thanks to one of your twins" Dumbledore finished sliding past Lily and James in order to view the twins. His eyes gazing at Harry's scar, which rolled in his sleep Dumbledore's eyes graced the two puncture marks, drawing in a sharp breath. He made the announcement that would change the future of the world, and particularly that of Harry Potters.