Flora had everything she ever wanted. She was living happily in her little cottage with her adoring husband, James Potter, and lovely son, Harry James Potter.
The war was still ongoing but the birth of Harry had given them a new light despite the prophecy. The prophecy which put her son in danger. They had gone into hiding when they had realised the full extent of the prophecy. She would never let anything happen to her family, she had promised herself. She would do anything to protect them.
Flora was not only a mother but a godmother too. Mathias and Evanna had a daughter late in nineteen seventy nine and they made Flora her godmother. Her happiness had no extent. Mathias and Evanna's little daughter, Marlene, named after their best friend who had died along with her family. Another pointless causality of the war.
Little Marlene and Harry had another friend, Neville Longbottom, born a day before Harry. Another child in danger due to the prophecy. When the three of them should have been living a peaceful life, playing with each other, they had to stay in hiding with their parents. The war had taken away their childhood from
them.
Little did they know that Edward had already relayed everything about the prophecy to his dark lord.His big mistake.
A few days later, he was moving through shifting shapes and colors until his surroundings solidified again and he stood on a hilltop, forlorn and cold in the darkness, the wind whistling through the branches of a few leafless trees. Edward was panting, turning on the spot, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, waiting for him.
Then a blinding, jagged jet of white light flew through the air. He dropped on his knees and his wand flew out of his hand.
“Don’t kill me!”
“That was not my intention.”
Dumbledore stood before him with his robes whipping around him.
“Well, Edward? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?”
“No….no message…I’m here on my own account!” Edward was wringing his hands: He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around him.
“I …. I come with a warning….no, a request — please —”
“What request could a Death Eater make of me?”
“The …. the prophecy . . . the prediction . . . Trelawney . . .”
“Ah, yes,” said Dumbledore. “How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?”
“Everything… everything I heard!” said Edward. “That is why…. it is for that reason…he thinks it means Flora!”
“The prophecy did not refer to a woman,” said Dumbledore. “It spoke of a boy born at the end of July —”
“You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all —”
“If she means so much to you,” said Dumbledore, “surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?”
“I have …. I have asked him..” “You disgust me,” said Dumbledore. Edward seemed to shrink a little. “You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?”
Rosier said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.
“Hide them all, then.” he croaked. “Keep her.. Them.. safe. Please.”
“And what will you give me in return, Edward.”
“In.. in return?” Edward had tears in his eyes. “Anything.”
After much discussion, the Potter’s had decided to make Peter their secret keeper. Their safety was in his hands but the only thing they had now were their friends and the trust they had in them.
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Enchanted | James Potter
Fanfiction"You pierce my soul. I'm half agony, half hope." Flora Abernathy was the sweetest person in the room but that person had taken her most prized creation and she was pissed. Now she only had one aim. To find out who stole her enchanted diary and make...
