"Look, Lily...the sun is making
"I know...I love it."
James and Lily Potter didn't often go outside
to look at the sunset...after all, they had a child...but this was a special
night. Things just seemed to be going their way. They had a beautiful son,
their marriage was strong, and had survived that always uncertain first year,
and they felt safe and protected, in their secret place, here in Godric's
Despite what was going on around them,
despite what people were saying about the growing power of Voldemort, they felt
as if things just might be all right, after all. All they had to do was look at
baby Harry and things seemed better...happier
James put his arm around Lily's waist, and
they watched as the dying sun bathed everything in a deep, dark pink.
It was the color Lily loved most, and their
house had touches of it everywhere.
It was in the vase of flowers sitting by the
window, in the curtains of their bedroom, in the stained glass rose she had
made and hung in the kitchen window, to catch the light.
James grinned as he remembered Harry, sitting
on the floor of the kitchen, reaching towards that pink light with a look of
wonder in his eyes. James had laughed then, and picked up his son, swirling him
around until Lily had walked in and admonished him.
James tightened his hold on Lily, and she
sighed contentedly as the sun threw out its last colors before sinking behind a
golden hill. In the fading light they turned to each other, James pulling his
wife in for a light kiss, before they turned and walked into their house, where
they knew their baby son lay sleeping.
A few hours later Lily turned to James, as
they were getting ready for bed.
"Did you know it was Halloween,
"Why...no...I must have forgotten. It
must be all this new responsibility, making me forget a holiday." He
laughed, in true Maurader fashion, and a lock of hair fell over his eyes,
obscuring one of them completely. Lily laughed with him, and reached up to
brush it back, as she had done countless times before.
That was when they heard the noise...a sort
of scraping sound, like a door being opened.
"James...what was that?"
Instantly James was on guard, all of his
newfound fatherly instincts telling him that this wasn't just some random noise.
Something was terribly wrong. He looked at Lily.
"I'll go look downstairs...you go and
see about Harry. The noise might have awoken him."
Lily looked at James with deep affection.
Somehow she knew...she had always known that
Voldemort would find them, eventually. She tried to communicate all of her
affection, all of her love...all of her strength in that last glance at James.
She knew he would need it. He returned the look, and headed downstairs.
Lily tried to get to her son as quickly as
possible, but everything seemed to be going in slow motion. When she finally
reached him, he was standing in his crib, looking at her out of huge eyes. He
was quiet, though, and she gathered him to her, waiting fearfully...
When she heard the awful scream from
downstairs a part of her mobilized. She put Harry down in his crib and covered
him with his blanket. She kissed his forehead, sobbing, and went out into the
hallway to stop Voldemort, in any way she could. She would not let
him get to Harry, if she had to die, so be it, but she would take Voldemort
down with her. She didn't know what she could do that James couldn't, but she
pulled out her wand and readied herself, all the same.
He stepped into the hallway, wand out, and
whispered, "It doesn't have to end like this, Lily."
Lily looked at him with a hatred she never
even knew she could feel, and said, "You killed my husband."
"He was only in the way, Lily. He, with
his paltry spells, thought he could stop me. I had to
show him." He looked at Lily appraisingly for a moment. "You might
make a useful ally, Lily...you could be great. You could have all the power you
ever dreamed of, and more."
She shivered. She had to keep him talking,
then maybe he would forget Harry was in the house. Maybe he didn't know...maybe
she could save her son, by distracting him, but she lost all hope when she saw
his eyes narrow. It was as if he could read her mind.
"I will have your
son, Lily. I know he is in the house. You will not stop me, whatever you choose
to do. Whether you join me or not will only be of minor consequence, in my
plan. It's the boy I want...and I will have him."
He let loose an unholy laugh and raised his
wand. "Move aside, Lily...I can see there is no persuading you. You are
only making it worse, my dear... I'm going for the boy, you see...and there is
nothing you can do to stop me."
Lily looked at him coldly. "We'll see
She raised her wand to do the Killing Curse,
but he was too fast for her. She screamed, and the last thing she saw was the
dreadful green light enveloping her, as she spiraled down into darkness.
Young Harry woke up suddenly. What a dream!
He felt sweaty and warm, which wasn't
normal...with him crammed into a cold, dark cupboard under the stairs. He sat
up in his small bed, wondering at the utter realness of the
dream he had just had. He could almost believe that that was the way it had
No...what was he thinking? Everyone knew his
parents had died in a car accident, and there was no use imagining otherwise,
but a small voice nagged at the back of his thoughts even while he was thinking
Did his parents
perish in a car accident, after all?
No matter how he tried to shake the ludicrous
thought, it kept coming back. Did they?
Maybe Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon weren't
telling him the truth...he wouldn't put it past them to lie to him. He thought
further. The dream had to be real,
which left a lot of unanswered questions. Who was the man that killed his
parents? He seemed so evil. Harry shivered
from the memory. Tears began to roll down his face as he thought of the
untimely death his parents faced.
It wasn't fair!
As he lay back on his bed, though, he couldn't keep a small smile from
forming...His parents loved him, and
not only that...they loved each other. There was a time when he had been part
of a happy, loving family. There, in that cold and horrible dream, he had
learned that. The thought brought him immeasurable comfort.
He reached under his bed to grab a small bag
of Halloween candy. He was surprised when he had been given Dudley's unwanted
treats last night. Sure, they were only the things too revolting for even
Dudley to eat, like a half-rotten apple and some dried up toffees, but he was
thankful even for those.
He remembered the Dursleys the night before,
off to the same Halloween party they went to every year. Uncle Vernon hadn't
bothered to send him to Mrs. Figg's this year.
He had simply locked him in his cupboard, and they had all left, Dudley
dressed as a ludicrously fat yellow chicken. They usually brought home nothing
for Harry, always throwing Dudley's pick-throughs in the dustbin, but this
Halloween they must have been in an unusually giving mood...
Harry slipped a dry toffee in his mouth and
lay down again. The ten year old pictured the beautiful pink sunset from his
dream as he drifted off to sleep once more. His last thought was that maybe he
should write down his dream, so he would always remember it, but sleep overtook
him, and the dream was left forgotten.