The Light In The Dark - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

The Boy Who Lived

"Oh James, isn't he perfect?" 

James laughed, and scooped Harry into his arms, "He has your eyes, of course he's perfect." Lily tickled Harry's cheek, and Harry let out a giggle. 

"Mum and Da!" he exclaimed, "Show you boom!" James set Harry down, and Harry toddled over to his miniature broomstick. "Up!" Harry commanded. The broom soared into his hand, and he sat on it and started zooming around the room. Lily laughed, and James smiled fondly 

"He's going to be a famous Quidditch player when he grows up." He said proudly. 

"Dream on." Lily replied. Suddenly, Harry stopped, and cocked his head toward the stairs. "What's that noise?" Lily asked. James whirled around, and listened with all his might. They heard the front door bang open, and a soft swishing of a cloak in the distance. 

"Lily, it's him, take Harry and run!" Lily grabbed Harry, and ran up the stairs. Harry did not understand what was going on, but he did not protest as Lily ran up to the second floor. 

From below, they heard a crash, and someone yelled, "Avada Kedavra!". Then, all was silent. Lily tucked Harry into the crib, as they were in the nursery room. Harry reached for Lily's fingers, but Lily put a finger over her lips. Harry was old enough to understand what this meant, and just assumed that they were playing a game of hide-and-seek. 

He did not understand what it meant when a man in a long black cloak with a green trim killed his mother. 

He did not understand when the man tried to kill him, but the curse rebounded and ripped Lord Voldemort from his body. 

He did not understand why his forehead felt like it was on fire. As if it was burning, erupting in flames. 

When a hooded figure took him away, he was asleep, and when he woke up, he was in a new place.....