BY fates design

Camp and Letters

'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Movie
Great Hall

The onslaught of colours died away revealing the outside of a quaint cottage, a sign, Godric's Hollow, hung out the front by the door. The image flickered changing to a man lying on his stomach on the floor as he played with a little girl, no older than 1, with a head of obsidian hair and enchanting blue eyes, who sat babbling before him. As the man turned on his back he picked up the child, holding her in the air above him as he moved her around as though she where flying electing a series of high pitched giggles from the girl.

"Sweat Hecate is that you? You were adorable." Percy whispered bringing his mouth to her ear as he spoke. "Where? Am I not now?" Cassiopeia responded, slapping his chest in faux annoyance. "Of course you are my love." He replied placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Is that us?" James asked glancing over at his daughter, raising a brow at the situation she was in. "Yes that was us." She replied smiling at the image on the screen, she could hear others cooing at the scene and shot a glare at Jake who was teasing her about how little she was.

The laughter of the little girl halted the second another person enters the room, a woman with red hair stepped into the living room, a baby boy with short brown hair on her hip. "What are you doing? God would you stop bothering with that brat and come spend time with your son James?" She said glaring at the little girl now secure in James' arms. Before James had the chance to talk back the jostling of the door, distracted him from his anger replacing it all with bone chilling fear.

"He's here, Lily take the children and hide, I don't care how much you hate her, she's a baby, one that has done nothing wrong, I'm begging you please." James pleaded handing the infant off to Lily, "my sweet little girl, I love you so much, ok, you are so loved, grow strong baby. I love you." He muttered into her hair as he handed her over.

Despite her hatred for the little girl Lily took her and ran up the stairs into one of the nurseries, it had soft pink walls and stars on the ceiling, in a rush she placed the little girl into the round white cot located in the corner of the room then left, leaving the little girl to find comfort in her stuffed animals, a stag, wolf, dog and rat, though she through the rat out of the cot and stuck to chewing on the stage antlers instead.

"You left her? Lily what the hell is wrong with you she's a baby?" James yelled outraged by the sight he just witnessed. Many others agreed with him appalled by the actions shown. "God Lily that's low, taking it out on a baby really?" Marlene committed from her place on her girlfriend, Dorcas's, lap.

Moments later the door burst open revealing Voldemort, with a quick spell James was killed falling to the floor with a thud. Stepping over the body he made his way up the stairs to find Lily stood outside one of the doors the other left open. "Step aside girl." He demanded. Sobs racked through her body, "No, no please not Harry, not my boy, take the girl, take me but not my boy." Her crying fell silent as her body plummeted to the floor, still, dead.

Voldemort walked first into the open room, before him was a girl sat up in her cot, chewing on her toy as she stared at him, completely silent, not a single cry or wail as she watched the stranger enter her room. "Killing children really isn't my thing, but we have to be cautious, apologise child, Avada Kadabra." As the final words were spoken a shot of green leaped from his outstretched wand, however, m what he didn't account for was the spell failing, backfiring it hit him instead. As the spell connected with him his body dissolved into ash dissipating as a breeze passed through the room from the open window in the corner.

Shocked silence overcame the hall momentarily before yells erupted from the past generations. "You, a baby killed Voldemort." Walburg screeched, an undignified expression on her face. "Well it didn't exactly last, not to mention I can't understand why you follow that half blood?" Cassiopeia muttered in response.