Chapter 2
The man walked to the gate and ran his pale. bony hands over the black, rusted metal. The gate creaked open and his evanescent cloak draped about him, his hood over his head, hiding his identity. Coming out from the cloak came his other hand, that held a bone shaped, silvery wand. He pointed the wand at the doorknob and a clicking noise sounded out exposing the lighted hallway of the front of the former Potter's household. As he walked inside, sounds of laughing came from up the stairs. Silently, the cloaked man walked down the hallway, his wand still outstretched.
Step by step he came closer to the stairwell, but suddenly he stopped, for another man with messy jet black hair and glasses came into sight. For a second there was an awkward silence.
"What are you doing here Riddle?" The man with jet black hair asked.
"Oh James, I think we both know why. Remember the prophecy?" Riddle replied.
"Yes I do, but why come here? What do you expect to do? The prophecy is out of our hands and you know that."
"No. I'm afraid there is one thing I could do." He sneered, his smile growing evilly.
"What? No," James exclaimed realizing what Riddle meant, "My wife! My child! Please have mercy!"
The man named Riddle raised his wand, his face showing no emotion.
"I'm afraid thats out of the question, James Potter. Prepare to be consumed by death."
There was a flash of green light and a shriek sounded through the air. A woman having ran out as soon as she heard strange noises, from down the stairs, looked mortified at the sight of the fallen and lifeless body of her husband.
The woman had red hair and she was holding a baby boy, that had his father's hair and his mothers eyes, however, no scar was upon his forehead.
"Give me the boy, Lily!" Riddle screeched.
"Never!" Lily yelled tears falling from her eyes.
"If you do, I will spare your life, you filthy mudblood." He bargained.
"No matter what you give me, I will not be the one to hand my son over to death!"
Riddle sighed, although not sadly. In fact, it was as though he was pleased.
"Then you leave me no choice."
Lily darted away, but the man followed her, almost floating up the stairs. She set the baby down in his crib, giving him one last kiss upon the forehead, and guarded him with herself.
The man laughed crazily and raised his wand up to the level of her chest.
"Are you sure this is your final decision? You may regret it."
"I am sure and the only regret I would ever feel is the power to help you see the good, the light in life. The power to make you know what it's like to love. And if you kill me, you heart will turn to stone, lifeless, dull, and completely powerless."
Riddle chuckled at Lily's wise words and pushed them aside. Once again there was a flash of light and Lily fell to the floor, tears still plastered on her face.
He advanced towards the little boy, looking into his innocent and unknowing eyes, feeling absolutely nothing, but the greed to live by taking others lives.
"How are you feeling Harry? Good? Pity to spill so much magical blood." Riddle cackled.
For the third time he raised his wand, ready to kill and there was a flash of green light. But once the blinding light had faded the baby boy still lay there alive and the evil man had disappeared, leaving only a trace of his black cloak. It seemed that all the mans spell had done was give the boy a scar, shaped like a lightning bolt, searing with his mother's last kiss.
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Lily shot out of bed, sweat dripping off her forehead. What a dream that had been. The strange thing about it was that it seemed so familiar. Lily struggled to remember exactly what they had looked like in the dream. The only face that she could remember clearly was the baby boy's face when it had been given a scar, a scar exactly like her fathers, with green eyes exactly like her father, and he even had black hair exactly like her father. Then something dawned on Lily-that baby had to be Harry Potter, the night his parents were murdered.
The night they were killed by Tom Riddle.
How Lily knew all this she had absolutely no idea. Why had she seen it? Was there a reason? Why hadn't her father told her anything about it?
Lily rubbed her eyes and glanced at her wrist, reading the time from her teal watch. It was already 7:45! She had class in 15 minutes, meaning no breakfast for her this morning. With mysterious thoughts running through her head she pulled on her school uniform and raced out the door practically running through the hallways.
Her first class was Divination, one of her favorites. Luckily, once she raced up to the astronomy tower, which was where the class was held, there was a group of kids standing outside because Professor Trelawney hadn't opened the door yet.
"Where have you been?" Rose asked annoyed.
"Woke up late." Lily replied, not feeling it was the right time to tell her about her dream.
"What is your next class?" Rose said eyeing her schedule.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Lily answered her eyes beginning to be unfocused again as she drifted back into her own little world.
"Have fun with that. I have Herbology next, with Longbottom. Can't be too bad, huh?"
"Yeah...mine is with my dad...will be interesting. Rose? How exactly did Voldemort die?"
Rose's eyebrows arched at the random question.
"Well, your dad killed him. Everyone knows that." Rose replied.
"No! But how?" Lily persisted.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Just then Professor Trelawney opened the door, her hair frazzled and gray and ginormous, think, round glasses planted on her face.
"Come in class and take your seats wherever you wish. But wait! As you walk through the door, open your minds and allow all thoughts to flood away." The strange woman said, her voice falling and rising absurdly throughout her small opening speech.
The group of students flooded through the door, Lily staying behind, stuck in a trance. Rose tried to pull her along, but Lily slapped her hand away and closed her eyes. Lily saw the flash again, green and bright. The curse was definitely a killing curse, but she felt something wrong about the man who had said the spell. That man was feeling something and she knew what it was-regret, sorrow, pain. There was something triggering it...but what? Seconds ticked by and agitation grew in Lily's soul. She had to know what it was. Why couldn't she see what it was? Opening her eyes, she saw Professor Trelawney gazing at her, through her strange spectacles.
"I have to find out! I have to know what Voldemort's weakness was that night! Just give me a minute and I will be right back!" Lily exclaimed without explantation, as she ran down the stairs, her brown hair flying behind her, leaving behind a confused Professor.
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Harry Potter was getting ready for his classes that morning when he opened up that day's issue of The Daily Prophet. Usually, nothing caught his eye, but today the headline was different.
Ministry Fought Against By Potter Haters
To everyones shock an outburst was set outside of the Ministry walls
breaking Ministry rules and holding signs stating that Harry Potter should
not have killed Tom Riddle Twenty-two years ago. Our fears of a resistance
secretly made by Tom Riddle before his death may be starting, however
all resisters were handled by the Ministry and will no longer be of a threat
to the rest of the Wizarding World.
Harry could not believe his eyes. Over the past twenty-two years he hadn't seen a headline involving something about Voldemort or him, except for right after his victory and the restoring of the Ministry.
Hearing a bustle of movement from outside his door he realized it was time for his first class of the day. They were 2nd years, meaning none of his children or friend's children would be in this class, making it easier.
"Come, come. Take your seats," Harry greeted standing at the front of the classroom, "I am Harry Potter and I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. In this class you will learn to-"
"Father! FATHER! Something TERRIBLE has happened!" Lily interrupted running, down the aisles of desks, up to Harry.
"Lily! What now? I'm in the middle of class! Can't this wait?" Harry asked urgently.
"No. I had a terrible dream last night and you were in it! And I just realized that what happened was something that actually happened. I saw him. I saw green light. I saw-I-I saw him give you a scar-shaped like...a...lightning...bolt...I-I...don't feel well..." Lily explained faltering towards the end, her face paling. It wasn't long before Lily fell to the ground, unconscious. Harry knelt down trying to wake her up. Once he saw that wasn't working, he hoisted her up on her feet and led her out of the classroom.
"Don't worry children. I will be back in only a few moments. I just have to take her to the Hospital Wing." Harry told the shocked kids.
The door banged shut and silence swept through the room, before it was broken by a Hufflepuff, from the left side of the room.
"That's Lily Potter. The one who fainted. She has problems. At least that's what my brother told me. She sees stuff...like stuff that actually happens or happened." The boy said, a tone of awe in his voice.
"What do you suppose she was talking about?" A girl with pale blond hair asked.
"Dunno. She mentioned...a scar...maybe the one her dad has. Y'know...the one Riddle gave 'im." The boy replied.
"Did you see the paper this morning at breakfast. It mentioned Potter's name and Riddle's. I thought all o' that talk was over." A tall boy implied.
"Me too. You-you don't think...Riddle's come back...do you?" The blond girl wondered.
"No. It's impossible. It must be that there are still people that support him. Lets just hope they don't gain power-or war could start all over again!" Another girl said.
"Good thing McGonnagal is Headmistress and not some former Ministry Official from when Riddle was in power, or we would be in big trouble." The tall boy sighed.
"Why would we be in big trouble?" Another Gryffindor queried.
"Because then they could be part of this new resistance, or still be against the Potters. It would mean we wouldn't be safe, because the enemy would be living and leading right along side all the other teachers. Hogwarts would go back to being unsafe and another war could start. Pandemonium would break out." The tall boy replied.
"And each and every one of you would have nowhere to go. In other words, everyone would die." Harry concluded, having just walked in through the double doors.
Whispers broke out as he finished the word "die" and Harry walked up to the front of the classroom once again.
"Sorry about the interruption. Where did I leave off? Oh-yes, in my class we will learn how to make sure, that if all pandemonium broke loose, you would be able to defend yourselves against the evil forces that would want to kill every last happiness you have ever had. Trust me. I know, Lets just say I've had my fair share of experience." Harry chuckled, for the first time in a long time, remembering when he was a student at Hogwarts, and all the adventures he had faced. Looking out at all the new witches and wizards of the new age, he felt responsible for each and every one. Now, he just had to teach them everything he knew and drill into their heads, why they had to learn to fight. What was out there. For if they didn't know...Harry felt as though his efforts would be wasted. Was he up to the challenge? Yes. Of course he was.