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-Harry sees some of Harish's memories.
"What's on his wrist?"
Amidst the relief of finally pushing her child out, Lily had noticed the light, red stripe around her son's left wrist, which drew the attention of James as well as the Healers.
Healer Brandt carefully took her little Harry's arm in hand and looked it over, confusion masking his features. "It looks like... Runes."
Lily demanded to hold her son. As the resident Rune Mistress, she would be able to decipher whatever they were. She took the babe into her arms, cooing to keep him calm as she looked over the chains of braided Runes wrapped around his wrist.
Protection, Love, Remembrance, Eternity, plus several others that she didn't even recognize. "Was this on him the entire time?"
"I do not know," said Healer Brandt. "I hadn't noticed until you said something. But perhaps it will wash off."
It didn't. The markings remained, almost as if they had been tattooed on.
"What does it mean, Lils?" James asked, looking worried.
Her lips pursed. "None of the Runes I know mean anything dangerous. It's the others that I find questionable. We'll just have to wait and see if something happens with them."
She hoped everything would remain alright.
Harry was only three months old, but he seemed a bit more mature than either James or Lily had anticipated a baby to be. Several of their friends had commented that Harry tended not to pay attention most of the time. His mind seemingly elsewhere as he stared off into space. But he understood when people spoke to him.
At three months, the little boy was already of sound enough mind to understand what he liked and didn't like. Babies shouldn't be able to tell the difference in food until they had at least attained nine or ten months, but Harry adamantly refused to eat anything with carrots or peas in it and seemed to begrudgingly take the mashed apples.
The boy's face pulled into a deadpan stare whenever he was tickled and he sometimes rolled his eyes when his godfather tripped over himself. But he giggled when Peter hurt himself.
Their son was a strange one.
At six months old, Harry James Potter looked like neither of his parents. His hair was the same, messy bird's nest that was common in the Potter line, but unlike the Potters who always had brown hair, his was black as pitch.
His eyes were an unearthly shade of green that they were positive came from Lily, but her eyes weren't so vivid in color nor shape. Harry's eyes were more slanted and almond like whereas Lily's were naturally wide.
He was also much more pale than either of them and considering that Lily was a redhead, that was saying something.
"Harry do you want some apples, dearest?"
"No," came the bland reply. Instead, he leaned over the table and grabbed the bottle of juice.
James and Lily shared a worried look but left the matter alone.
Nine month old Harry was a wonder.
"Harry, where did you go?" asked Lily as she set his bowl of mashed apples in front of him. He'd been staring at the wall for the past few minutes, unblinking. He tended to do it a lot.
"Tiger," the boy said, grabbing his small spoon and dipping it into his food. "I want tiger."
If only James was home, then she'd be able to asked him if he knew why her son knew about tigers. Perhaps it was part of a joke that he and Sirius had played maybe?
"But what would you do with a tiger, sweetheart?" she asked, smiling at how strange the request was.
"Name it."
Well then. She walked into that one. Was it normal for nine month olds to have such acerbic personalities?
"But where would we get a tiger, love?" she asked, hoping to get his attention elsewhere. She even pulled out her wand, creating sparkles as she waved it from side to side.
He barely spared her or her magic a glance as he answered, "Nepal."
Why did her son know about a country that she was certain no one in their house had ever talked about before?
"Are you sure you don't want another animal?"
"No. Tiger. Nepal… Please?"
"Our son wants us to get him a tiger from Nepal," Lily casually stated as she folded her dressing gown over the back of her chair.
James choked on his tea, "A what? How and why?"
She shrugged, "I don't know how but he knows things. I've never talked about Nepal before, have you?"
"No. I barely know anything about it. Only that their magical community is really small."
The two sat in silence, trying to make out the reason that their son knew things he shouldn't.
"Harry! Let go of it, it could kill you!"
Harry was forcefully summoned away from the large serpent that had slithered into their yard. Lily backed away from the creature, having recognized it. It was Voldemort's familiar.
Throwing up a shield, she ran into the house and cut her hand with a small hex, placing her bloodied appendage on the wall and activating full lock down of the wards. An enraged hiss from outside told her that the snake had been forced from the property, but she highly doubted that it would work to keep… him out.
They couldn't remain here any longer. Not when the Dark Lord would surely know about their residence within hours.
She clutched her son close and prayed to a God she had never given much thought to. Prayed for guidance. For safety.
"I think we should make it Sirius," James said. "He's Harry's godfather after all."
Lily nodded, knowing that Sirius did seem like the best choice. Said Marauder however, did not agree.
"I think we should make Peter the Secret Keeper," he suggested.
Peter immediately began to stutter and shake his head repeatedly, but James and Lily were already seeing the benefits of the idea.
"Everyone would assume that it's Padfoot and he could take the flak so Wormtail could stay under their noses!"
And so it was decided that Peter Pettigrew became the Potter's Secret Keeper.
Harry did not like the new arrangement. The family going into hiding made it impossible for him to go outside, let alone to see his friend Neville. Also, he still hadn't gotten the tiger that he wanted and refused to give up talking about it. Alluding to it. Or just flat out bemoaning the fact that he didn't have a tiger. A tiger would 'make it better' or so he claimed. 'Would fix evyting'.
His first birthday was a small affair, consisting of only the Potters, plus Moony, Padfoot, and Wormtail. Harry was in a terrible moon the whole evening and threw anything that he got his hands on, at Peter.
The boy glared at the man and even hissed out the word, "Twaitor!"
While James and Lily had shared a concerned look over that, they didn't say anything, just let everyone laugh it off as a joke.
Lily's teeth chattered. Samhain was always a terrifying night in her opinion. Beside her, James was sitting comfortably, reading a book. Between then, sat Harry, drinking a cup of juice.
He laid a pudgy, little hand on her arm and said, "Be at peace."
Before she could ever question the meaning of those word, a loud bang from the front door alerted them to danger.
James was on his feet instantly, wand at the ready. "Lily, take Harry and get out of here! I'll come to you when it's over."
She grabbed the boy and tried to Apparate, finding that she only remained in place.
"Bullocks!" James hissed, pushing her toward the stairs. "You looked up that ritual, I know you did. If worst comes to worst, use it."
"But-"
"Take Harry and go hide!"
He rushed out to the foyer, where she could hear the door being blasted off its hinges. James' yell reached her and the meaning was very clear.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! I'll hold him off-"
A shrill, cackling of mad laughter filled the house and Lily sprinted up the stairs. She slammed and locked the nursery door, placing Harry in the cot and kneeling down beside it.
"Harry? Momma loves, you know? Daddy loves you."
Her son's guileless, green eyes gazed at her through the bars.
His little hand reached through and she took hold of it, a tear running down her cheek.
"I wuv you, mummy. I miss you."
He'd known. She didn't understand how but she was certain that her baby had known this would happen. He'd called Peter a 'traitor' and for good reason apparently. They had been betrayed. And maybe the tiger would have made things better. But it was too late for that now.
A shout from downstairs cut off midway and Lily's eyes closed in resignation. She knew what had happened and she knew what was about to happen.
Taking up her wand, Lily - for the final time in her life - spilled her own blood, drenching the Rune Ring on her son's wrist with her life's essence. The Runes glowed crimson for a few seconds, letting her know that it worked.
Should she die, her soul would then attach itself to Harry and as a last resort, would take everything that wished to do her baby harm, and rebound them.
The door banged open and she whirled around to face the cloaked figure who stood taller than she. He blocked the doorway as an eerie silence overcame them.
She expected to be murdered on the spot, but instead, he simply stepped into the room, red eyes glowing beneath the cowl of his hood. What she could see of his face, showed inhuman, serpentine features. He'd become a monster.
Her heart pounded in her ears.
"Step aside, girl."
He wanted her to move? The greatest Dark Lord in history wasn't just killing her to get to her son? She? A Mudblood? Didn't he murder Muggleborns?
She lifted her chin arrogantly and sneered to the best of her ability, "No."
"Stand aside you foolish chit!" He hissed, anger obviously rising.
Lily would never regret her following actions. Nor would she live long enough to do so.
"Not Harry. You can have me. Kill me, but leave him alone."
"Stand aside, now!"
"NO!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
And the last thing Lily Potter nee` Evans saw, was the shade of green she'd grown so used to over the past fifteen months. She welcomed it gladly, proud that she'd managed to do all she could for her son as she fell.
Lord Voldemort gazed down at the child in the cot, who was staring up at him with eyes too knowledgeable to belong to a child. While not personally knowing what he'd been like as a child, he'd heard stories from his former matron about the unnatural intelligence in his eyes.
This boy showed the very same thing. He needed to be eliminated before a second Tom Riddle was walking around with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord.
Raising his Yew wand, he prepared to do what Harish would have no doubt been disappointed in, but it had to be done.
"Tom."
He flinched.
The Potter child had said his name.
Those eyes glowed with familiarity. Why did the boy know his name? What had that old fool been telling the Potters about him? How dare he expose Lord Voldemort's secrets!
He'd kill the fool, after he finished off his potential murderer and made his next Horcrux.
"Avada-"
"I forgive you, Tom."
"-Kedavra!" Voldemort finished, eyes widening in horror as the boy spoke nearly fluent, taking the green curse to the face and merely blinking. He shook his head a few times and continued to stare up at him. The curse converged into one space above the child's right eye, etching into the pale skin that seemed so familiar. The Rune of Sowilo glared back at him and the building power in the room rose until all he could see was a bright, green light that he knew very well but had never been on the receiving end of.
He could feel a tearing within his being, as if being ripped apart. His body was rendered into nothingness and his soul ejected from the building that began falling down around them from the backlash of the pent up curse.
And all the while, the Potter child's hand was raised, as if waving farewell to him.
Harry Potter stared up at the horse-like woman who dared shove him in a cupboard. He was not a broom, he did not belong in a cupboard. Did she not know this?
Barely given any time to rest or think of his parents and he's already being tossed about? How rude.
A/N: Another is done!
-Harry has only a couple of memories from Harish at the moment, but his mastery of the English language did come from all the memories he's been stuck watching. Basically, he's a lot smarter than normal kids.
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