Without You...

Hello Hello! I'm back at my keyboard at last. This is my first foray into the land of potter fiction, i usually stick to original. this struck me while i was working in the costume shop listening to the first harry potter book. enjoy!
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Lily folded the letter and set it aside. She braced herself on the dresser before turning back towards the rest of the room. She did not want this life, and the letter taunted her, lying there on the dresser. It smelled of him. It was his handwriting. He begged her to not live a lie, to come to him and be happy.

A soft coo echoed in the silence, and Lily rushed to her little boy’s side. How could she think of leaving when Harry was here? No, she couldn’t leave James, Harry. They were her family.
She picked up Harry and murmured sweet things to him. A knock came from downstairs, and James called up, “I will get it.”
Harry squirmed in her arms, and she looked down into his chubby face. He reached a hand up and touched her hair, cooing. He looked so happy, and she had to smile. He was the future of the world, her world. She felt such potential in him, in what he could be.
No, he was not what she had planned on. James was not her first love. But they were her reality now, and she began to think, looking down at her little boy, maybe she could live with that.


The air was thick with odors, the streets clogged with unwashed masses. Hermione was in the rush, pressed tightly between two strangers, struggling toward the single open booth left in Diagon Alley. A bell sounded and the jostling of the crowds hushed as Death Eaters spread out around them. Hermione looked up and could see above the heads of the others Wormtail, grinning with malicious joy. He raised his hands and the silence became absolute.
“People of Diagon Alley. Today, live and know that your life is a gift from Our Great Lord.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. She couldn’t help it. It was the same phrase they heard every day when Wormtail opened the food dispensation booth. Hungry hands darted up towards Wormtail. Hermione waited until the crowd forced her up to the front. She held up her hands and felt the stale bread that was their daily fare be pushed into her hands by the loyal followers of Lord Voldemort.
Things were not going as she had anticipated. She had arrived two months ago to find the place oppressed, the people scared, and all traces of the home she had known gone. At first she had refused to debase herself and join the filthy masses at the booth, but when hunger had started gnawing at her, she decided it would not be logical to waste away and let herself starve just to save pride. That had been a month ago, though. And logic was beginning to matter less and less. She had spent her nights huddled in the dark corners, fighting off men who thought her a prostitute. Stale bread was hardly a Hogwarts feast, and the water found dripping from pipes in the center of the alley was filthy and stank of urine.
As she fought her way back to her patch, her mind kept repeating “Where’s Harry?”


Severus tapped his foot, wishing this imbecile was gone.
“So you see Sev, we do need that potion quickly. The Dark Lord will not be pleased is things should go badly in Romania. We cannot risk…”
“Fine, Weasley, you will have your potion.” Severus trained his face to not show his exasperation. Weasley was favored by the Dark Lord, so Severus had to put up with him. The man had been lecturing him on the Lord’s plans and how they must all work together for the good of the cause, all loyalist nonsense.
Finally the red haired man turned to leave and Severus returned to what he had been doing before. He opened his desk and brought forth a worn letter, found at the scene of a crime almost twenty years ago.

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