The Boy Who Lived
"Come on," said Snape tugging at Lily's arm. "We have to move."
Lily was so devastated. Her house was in ruins and worse than that, her family was inside. Lily hoped with all of her heart that her husband and son had escaped from the house.
She couldn't bare the thought of her family dying. Especially, when fighting with James was the last thing she did. She had left the house without so much of andI love you'. And Harry. She had not seen Harry at all.
She was half aware that Snape was practically dragging her down the cliff and towards her house.
They didn't hesitate and went in through the front door. The house was in ruins. The part of the white walls had turned black and there was a large hole in the roof.
Lily looked up and she could see her son's bedroom. They looked around. There was no sign of Voldemort or any other Death Eaters.
Snape didn't want to leave Lily's side, but he wanted to check out the house to make sure that there was no item inside that could do further damage. Voldemort had been talking about placing a bomb in the premises after he had finished his business.
Lily moved from Snape's side and began to make her way upstairs. She moved quietly in the halls and approached Harry's room.
The door had been blown off of the hinges and she knew that this had to be the work of the Dark Lord.
She walked into the room and saw a big hole in the floor. She looked down and could see Snape examining every inch of the room. She didn't say anything to him. She feared that he would take her away from the house before she could see her family.
She took a step in the room and gasped. On the other side of the hole spread eagle on his back, his glasses laid lopsided on his face.
Lily looked around the room for an everyday object that would help her cross. She finally located Harry's dresser, which she levitated and laid it across the hole creating a bridge.
She crossed the dresser and ran over to her husband. She knelt down beside him and lifted him into her lap. She straightened the glasses on his face and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. She held him as tears silently poured down her face.
She looked around the room. There was no sign of Harry. His crib was covered in rubble. Had Voldemort kidnapped her son after murdering Harry?
"Lily?" said Snape entering the room. "Lily, we've got to get out of here. There are several bombs in your house and they could explode any minute."
"I can't leave, Severus," she cried. "They're dead. My family is d-dead."
"I know," said Harry slowly making his way to Lily. "And I'm really sorry. We have to go." But Lily made no attempt to move. "Lily, we—"
There was a loud explosion that shook the whole house. James fell from Lily's arms, into the hole, and out of sight.
Snape walked over to Lily and lifted her onto her feet. He pushed Lily toward the dresser and she slowly made her way across. Snape was about to cross when he heard a faint cry.
He turned around, but no one was there. He took another step and he heard it again.
"Snape!" Lily suddenly shouted. "Snape, it's my baby! It's Harry!" she said pointing at the crib.
Snape turned to where she was pointing and saw a tiny hand moving. He rushed over to the crib and threw the rubble off of the baby.
Harry's forehead was bleeding terribly, but that did not stop Snape from picking him up and holding him close to his chest.
There was another explosion causing flames to erupt from the floor below. They had to get out of the house!
Snape turned and ran across the dresser towards the door, Lily following behind him. They reach the bottom of the stairs and saw that the living room was on fire. There was nowhere to go, flames were roaring everywhere.
"What are we going to do?" Lily asked, choking.
Snape could hear Harry also choking and knew that the smoke wasn't good for the young child. He took the tie from around his neck and tied it around the child's nose and mouth.
He pulled out his wand and indicated that Lily should do the same thing.
They both turned towards the front door.
"Water charms on my command," he said. "Go!"
They both raised their wands at the front door and yelled, "Aguamenti!" Jets of water shot out of there wands and the flames in front of the door slowly began to flicker away.
Once they had disappeared completely, they ran through. The moment their feet touched concrete, Snape grabbed Lily's arm and apparated away from the burning house.
A few hours later, Lily stepped out of the steaming bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. She entered Snape's bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed next to a sleeping Harry.
Lily quietly sat down in a chair and began to comb her wet hair.
"Are you okay?" asked Snape.
Lily nodded not able to speak. She was still overcome with grief over her husband.
Snape got off of the bed and went to go kneel in front of her. She stops combing her hair and looked into his eyes.
"It's just hurts so much," she said in a shaky voice. "I just never imagined that him telling me to leave is the last words he said to me."
"I know it hurts to lose someone you love," he said. "But I'm sure that James would want you to go on with your life. Besides, you have a son you have to raise. He needs you now more than ever."
Lily got on her feet and walked over to her son. She pushed his hair away from his forehead to reveal a lightening bolt shape cut.
She turned towards Snape. "We have a child to raise. I can't do it alone. I need your help."
Snape moved over next to Lily.
"And I'll be there to give it."
Lily smiled and picked up her son. Her smile then turned into a frown.
"What do you think happened to You-Know-Who?"
"According to Dumbledore, he vanished after attacking Harry. For some reason he couldn't kill the boy."
"That's good," said Lily. "He'll be famous for what he did. Famous for something he won't be able to remember," she raised Harry up to the light as if he was some future king. "They'll all call him 'The Boy Who Lived'."
Author's note: That's the end of the first story. The next story will start of nine years and a few odd months later. Please read and review.
