DC: On chapter 1
Thank you to my reviewers.
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So last chapter, wow. I finally got to the end of this story. I love this story and I really am happy with how it turned out. I hope people like it as much as I do.
I just want to make sure one thing is clear, I've always pictured Voldemort as being the type that believes he should always have his way. It make him mad that he's being denied something.
James and Lily walked into their new house in Godric's Hollow. The moment they set foot in the house they performed the charm. To Lily's surprise, James put the spell on Lily, Harry, Emma, himself…and Peter.
She couldn't say anything but it took her by surprise. She said so when the whole ordeal was over and done with.
"Why the switch?" Lily asked waving her wand and moving the furniture.
"Because I could tell that Sirius didn't want to do it."
"Well nobody wants to do it." Lily said. "But I trust Sirius far more then I trust Peter." James put Harry in his crib to keep him from trying to gnaw on Emma's little hand.
"He said he was all for being the secret keeper." James said taking Emma to the changing table. "But the thing is…well…the timing."
"What do you mean?" Lily asked coolly. James sighed.
"I promised I wouldn't tell." Lily gave him a cold look.
"James, you had better give me a good reason as to why you compromised our family's safety." James sighed. So she was going to play the family card.
"Apparently Sirius had been seeing Remus for a long time. He found out months before he and Candy broke up that she was cheating on him. So he cheated back with Remus. Anyway, Remus really wanted a family so Sirius used some of his family's…influence…to speed up the process."
"They found out yesterday that they were approved for adoption. Sirius said he was willing to do it for us, but Lily how could I do that to him? He has a family now and I guarantee Voldemort would target him." Lily sat in the rocking chair. "I can't put him in our position. I'm sorry baby."
Lily walked up to him and hugged him softly. "I just want this to be over."
"I just want them to find him and kill him." James said. "What I wouldn't give to be the one to bring him down." Lily didn't say anything. James kissed her cheek. "I'm going to go unpack the living room." Lily nodded. Lily stuck a baby monitor in her back pocket and walked out with him.
James decided to turn on the radio. They were just moving the sofa when a slow song came on.
My eyes are not the first to cry…
"Baby, dance with me." James said. He took Lily's hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her softly. "This song says what I am to you." Lily smiled. "Hopelessly devoted." He whispered as he pulled her close.
"I love you." Lily whispered back. They hugged and swayed to the music.
Hopelessly devoted to you
Lily felt tears in her eyes. She hated the memories of Voldemort that fluttered through her mind. She told herself over and over again that she loved James, that she was hopelessly in love with him, but Voldemort had cast a powerful spell over her.
Was it the danger? The thrill of a forbidden romance? Or maybe it was just because the mighty Lord Voldemort had a look that he only saved for her, maybe it was that for that brief flash of time in her life, she brought out a tender loving side of him.
James treated her better, he told her every day that he loved her, he was safe and loyal, and more importantly, he didn't try to kill her. He took Harry in as his own son, he loved Harry as much as he loved her. Lily wished that James would have a girl on the side, then she wouldn't feel so horrible for still having feelings for her ex.
James picked her up and she squeaked. "James!"
"You need to relax." He told her. James carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He took out her comfortable cotton pajamas and undressed her.
"What are you up to?" Lily asked. James smiled and kissed her forehead. He took two scarves from the closet and covered her privates. Then he pulled out a white box. "What is that?"
"Incense. The kind that doesn't make your head spin." He lit it and soon the beautiful perfumed smoke made Lily feel heavy.
"You are so spontaneously sweet." She said thickly. James smiled and kissed her. Then, with a container of baby oil, he moved to her feet. He squeezed a small amount into his palm and began rubbing her feet.
"You've been so tense lately." He said. "When we danced it felt like I was dancing with a statue."
"I'm just so stressed, I'm sorry."
"Don't be darling. We've got a lot to worry about." James rubbed her heels for a long time because he knew that she loved it.
"Why are you so perfect?" Lily asked lazily. James smiled and kissed her the tip of her big toe.
"Years of practice." Lily nudged him with her foot and he laughed.
By the end of the night James had massaged every muscle in her body. Lily was fast asleep before he changed her into her pajamas. Not wanting to wake her, James covered her with thick quilts and took all the baby monitors out of the room.
James reached across the table and took Lily's hand. "You seem distracted."
"I'm just thinking." James moved next to her and put his arm around her. Lily rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm scared for Harry and Emma."
"Me too." James said. He kissed her cheek. "But don't worry my love, Peter will never betray us." Lily smiled and stood. With a flick of her wand she cleared the dishes and went into the living room with baby Harry cooing in delight.
"I'm going to give him a bath. Could you check on Emma?" Lily asked.
"Come here, Lily." James said. Lily walked up to him. James gently kissed her. "Now you may go."
"Shut up Potter." Lily laughed. She walked into the bathroom and drew a lukewarm bath for Harry. While her son splashed in the two inches of water, Lily thought about Voldemort.
Lily remembered a time when she could call out to her angel and he would answer her. She remembered when his silky voice made her feel comfortable. But now things were different, his name filled her with fear.
Besides, she was dead to him, unless he wanted a quick shag. Lily shook off the bitter emotions and watched her son enjoy his bath.
As she washed Harry's thin dusting of hair she remembered the most romantic night she and Voldemort had shared.
He had thrown everything else aside and gave her a night to remember. First he snuck into her shower and, holding her firmly against him, he calmed her by kissing her shoulder lightly. Then he washed her body, with surprising care. Afterwards he had carried her into her bedroom and they made love until they were both so tired they couldn't possibly continue. She remembered the night well.
She also remembered the bathroom one month later and the blue strip telling her that she was pregnant. Whether it was from that time or another she wasn't sure. She hoped it was, it was one of the few times she could remember where he actually seemed like a loving boyfriend. Someone she could depend on and grow old with.
Harry splashed in the water, squawking and squealing. Lily shook the memory from her mind and took her son out of the water. She wrapped a towel around him and carried him into his bedroom. Lily changed him into his snitch patterned pajamas and then she tucked Harry into his crib and kissed him goodnight. "Goodnight, my precious boy."
"Mama ba." Harry mumbled. Lily lifted her toddler and hugged him tight.
"Mommy loves you so much." Lily whispered. "You are the world to me." Harry smiled a sleepy smile. She put a monitor into her back pocket and walked her son out onto the back porch. She tucked a coat around Harry's little body and looked up at the nearly full moon.
"Yes, the moon." Lily said. "Uncle Remus likes the moon like that, almost full but not quite. It sure is pretty isn't Harry?"
"Dada, sisa." Lily turned around and saw James sitting on the swing with Emma.
"You are so distracted."
"She was fussing when you were bathing Harry. She loves the night air. Are you just going to let me sit here all alone beautiful?" Lily walked over to her husband and daughter and sat down. "Happy anniversary baby." Lily kissed her husband and bounced Harry gently.
"Dada!" Harry cooed waving his arms at James. With some difficulty, the two parents switched their children. Emma squirmed a little in Lily's arms and Harry planted a wet kiss on James's cheek. "Dada."
"Harry." He tickled his son and Harry giggled.
"He'll grow up to be just like you." Lily said. James looked at Harry.
"Lily, what was his birth father like?" James asked. Lily looked at the moon and sighed. "I mean I don't know the first thing about him. I don't even know his name."
"You don't want to know."
"Nothing you could tell me could change my mind about you or Harry." Lily adjusted the wool blanket around Emma's little body. Lily hesitated.
"His biological father was cold, sarcastic, and he took pleasure in people's pain." James looked quite horrified.
"He was gentle with me. Surprisingly gentle, in fact. He never wanted a family, he made that quite clear. I never told him about Harry because he would have made me get an abortion." James put his hand on her knee. "There was something…different about him when he was around me."
"Was he a death eater?" James asked. Lily nodded slowly. "Lily why would you…"
"Because I didn't know when I met him. By the time I learned who he was…I was hopelessly in love with him. Even now…James I love you with all my heart, but there's still a part of him inside of me." James looked at Harry, who was casually playing with a leaf he had found on the seat.
"When we got married, when I proposed, did you love him?"
"It's complicated, James when I look at you I see someone who loves me and whom I love. But him…he's the dangerous lover that can't be forgotten."
"Who would have thought that you would date a bad boy?" Lily rested her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, James. You have made me so happy, and given me more then I could have ever dreamed of." James pressed his lips against Lily's forehead.
"I'll always love you, Lily." He whispered. "Always and forever."
Lily and James took their children into the nursery and tucked them into their cribs. Lily tucked Emma into her crib and then Harry into his. Each baby received kisses from their parents and loving gazes.
Lily went into her bedroom while James went off somewhere else. She changed into her pajamas and stopped when she saw the necklace Voldemort had given her around her neck. She touched it and sighed. She never took it off and she had no idea why. She wondered if she had been completely honest with James.
She shook the thoughts from her head and walked out into the living room. She found James sitting on the sofa with a baby monitor on the end table. Lily sat down next to him and he put his arm around her, drawing her close.
They both sat in silence for a long time. James would occasionally kiss her temple or tighten his arm around her shoulders. They were talking about nonsense when James stopped suddenly. They both went silent.
They heard the door click shut. Footsteps on the tile. James stood up and drew his wand. Lily's heart raced. It was just Sirius, she told herself over and over again. But she knew it wasn't.
Voldemort walked into the living room calmly as if he lived there. His thin robes billowing behind him. Lily couldn't believe what she saw. His handsome face was reduced to less so. His eyes were redder then every before.
"I found you." He said quietly.
"Lily," James said quietly. "Take the kids and go!"
"NOW!" Lily cast one look at Voldemort, then at James and then ran from the room. She saw flashes of light against the wall as she ran upstairs. She tore down the hall just as green light glowed downstairs. She slammed the door to the nursery closed and locked it. She warded it and waited. She began to shake.
"Lily," Voldemort said from the hallway, "open the door."
"Just go, please." Lily sobbed.
"We have things to discuss, Lily."
"You want to kill my son!"
"Open the door, Lily."
"No!" She heard him mutter a spell and she was thrown backward. Voldemort stormed in and snatched her up from the floor. His eyes were beyond angry. He held her by the back of her head and forced her to look at him. Their faces were so close to each other she could feel his hot breath. She remembered a time, it seemed like ages ago, when he held her forcefully and kissed her so passionately it made her melt.
"How nice it is to see you again, Lily Potter."
"I believed you to be dead." Voldemort snarled. "I mourned you."
"You've lost someone you love, Lily, you know the pain."
"Stop playing the fool, you're smarter then that." Lily pulled away from him and stood before her son's crib.
"He's just a baby." she said, her eyes sparkling with tears.
"You married James Potter."
"Yes, I …"
"After you swore your heart belonged to me!"
"It does…did, Voldemort, I…"
"I've only loved one woman, one person, that's you Lily. You broke my heart."
"Will you let me explain?" Lily asked hotly.
"There's nothing to explain." He looked angrily at the crib behind her. "Stand aside, Lily, and I'll spare you."
"No, please Voldemort, please don't kill Harry."
"STAND ASIDE YOU FOOLISH GIRL!"
"NEVER!" Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it directly at Lily's heart.
"I have no qualms about killing you, Lily. None what so ever, not anymore."
"What about you?" Lily asked angrily. "You sent your damn servants out to kill me!"
"What are you talking about?" Voldemort asked coolly.
"Death eaters came to my apartment and tried to kill me. You made it quite clear that you didn't love me."
"Those death eaters went on their own. You should have come to me."
"And say what, exactly? Huh? You wanted me dead."
"I never wanted you dead, Lily." Voldemort said angrily. "I wanted you…it's all in the past. Now stand aside."
"If you try to kill Harry you will die." Lily said angrily. "You will never succeed."
"I will make you suffer as you have made me suffer."
"You've already made me suffer." Lily said with tears rolling down her cheeks. "In more ways then you know." Voldemort touched the tip of his wand to Lily's heart. "This is your last chance, Lily. Stand aside and things can go back to how they were."
Lily looked at him with defiant eyes.
"What do you have to gain, Lily?" Voldemort asked. "Save yourself and we'll go home together. James' bastard will be only a memory."
"Harry is my son. No mother would just stand aside and watch as someone murdered her child."
"You've made your decision then."
"I'll gladly die so my son can live."
"You're throwing your life away. I'll kill him after I kill you."
"We'll just see." Lily said in a quiet tear filled voice. Voldemort muttered a curse, and a flash of golden light shot from the tip and hit Lily. She fell to the floor, dying. He knelt beside her. Lily coughed. Blood dripped from her mouth.
"You will die slowly, Lily." Voldemort said coldly. "As I have." He made to stand but Lily grabbed his hand.
"I never stopped loving you, Voldemort." She whispered.
"Then why didn't you choose me?" He blurted. "Why didn't you just give me the child?" Voldemort touched her cheek softly. "We could have been happy."
"I love my son. I want him to live until he's old and grey surrounded by grandchildren." Lily said. "We could have never been truly happy."
"We were happy." Voldemort brushed his fingers across her forehead.
"If you love me, give me the boy, and I can reverse the spell."
"No. I'll die before I betray my son."
"Your daughter needs a mother."
"They're your children." Lily blurted. "You stupid bastard they're yours!" Voldemort froze.
Somewhere in the background Harry woke and began to babble.
Voldemort angrily regained his composure. He grabbed Lily roughly and drew her close.
"Why didn't you tell me? Huh? You were pregnant when we were together."
"You didn't want a family. You would have sent me strait to the clinic."
"Damn right I would have. I didn't want children for a reason, Lily." Lily looked at him with her forever warm eyes. Voldemort noticed a glint of silver around her neck. He reached down and tugged it. He found the charm and it tore at what was left of his heart. The necklace he had given her. She still wore it. He squeezed it tight.
As Lily took her last breath, Voldemort squeezed her hand and turned away. He stood up and looked into the crib where the baby boy with brilliant green eyes stared at him. He put his wand to the boy's forehead.
He stared at the boy for a long time. Lily had died to save him. He wondered if his own mother would have done such a thing. He wondered if the boy in the crib would grow up like him. Cold and heartless.
"I've killed his mother." Voldemort whispered to himself. "He'll end up like me."
Somewhere in the back of his mind young Tom Riddle was crying. Wondering why Lily, the only woman he had ever loved, wasn't waking. Wondering why, as the word Avada slipped past his lips, he was still going to kill the boy.
A bright golden light washed over him and he felt weak he fell onto his back.
"Huh." He gasped. "Clever girl." He could see Lily's body near him. Even in death she looked so beautiful. Voldemort could feel his power slipping away.
Voldemort weakly shifted over to Lily. He turned her head towards him and kissed her. Then he managed to stand. He hobbled over to the crib where his infant daughter was sleeping.
Voldemort gathered remnants of his strength and lifted the child. Wrapping a blanket around her he slowly left the house.
"Portus." He whispered using what was left of his magic to safely take him and Emma away.
He arrived at the old mansion that once belonged to his father. He scribbled a note and laid Emma on a soft bed. As his body deteriorated he looked up at the heavens and cracked a small smile.
"I'll come back." He promised. "Then, you'll have a proper family."
The next morning Frank the caretaker was out in the garden when he heard the loud cries of a baby. He went into the house and found baby Emma wailing in the bed with a smelly diaper and an empty stomach. He looked at the note.
You are to care for this child as if she was your own. Should any harm come to her I will know. Her name is Lillian Emma Evans.
Frank looked at the baby and sighed. He carried her to the wash room where he changed her diaper using an old cloth he had washed. All day he worked to make the house livable for the baby while she watched him. He muttered curses about the master of the house. He made a trip down the hill to town and bought baby supplies.
"You're lucky you're a cute little kid." Frank grumbled as he did such chores as feeding Emma and changing her diaper. "Your father will show up sooner or later."
That night Emma was put to sleep, unaware that her mother's body was being lowered into the ground along with James. She was blissfully ignorant that her brother was being poked and prodded by her cousin Dudley miles away from Little Hangleton. All she knew was that her bed was soft and there was someone to take care of her.
While the world slept, a pearly light shown over the fresh grave of Lily Evans Potter. The shadow of the once powerful dark lord looked at the grave.
"I'll be back, Lily," he promised, "and you will be too."
I'm still undecided if I want to do a sequel. So I'm going to let you guys decide. If enough people want it then I'll write one. The story would follow Emma and Harry primarily.
I'm kind of sad that its over but at the same time I'm like FINALLY! Hopefully now my muse will leave me alone for a while. Pesky thing. Anyway, I'm glad so many people liked this story. Well so long for now.