**Scene 1: The Dream Begins**
It was a peaceful night in the Potter household. The stars twinkled outside the windows, and inside, everything was still. Lily Potter lay in bed with her husband, James, and their two-year-old son, Harry, asleep between them. The soft breaths of her child brought her comfort, but as she drifted into sleep, an unsettling dream took hold of her.
Lily found herself standing in a vast, empty space—surrounded by nothing but darkness. Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged. As he stepped into the faint light, Lily’s heart skipped a beat. This man—no, this divine presence—was unlike anyone she had ever seen before. He was stunningly beautiful, his deep blue eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. His face was flawless, perfectly crafted, as if a god had shaped him. His long black hair floated gently around him, giving him an ethereal quality. Everything about him was perfection, from his tall, powerful build to the aura of purity that radiated from him.
Lily, overwhelmed by his presence, felt her knees give way beneath her. She knelt before him, trembling. "Is that you, God?" she whispered, her voice quaking with awe and reverence.
But the man's eyes, though beautiful, were filled with nothing but hatred. His gaze bore into her, freezing her heart. The warm glow she had expected turned cold, and her blood ran cold as his words cut through the silence.
"Why did you leave me in Italy?" he asked, his voice a sharp edge of accusation.
Lily's heart stuttered. *Italy?* Her mind raced, trying to comprehend the question, but the moment she saw the pain and fury in his eyes, a horrifying realization washed over her.
"Shelby," she whispered, barely able to breathe. *Our son…*
The boy she and James had abandoned. But now, here he stood—no longer the helpless baby they had cast aside but a man, radiant and powerful, yet filled with anger.
Tears flooded Lily’s eyes as she stumbled to her feet. "Shelby," she cried, her voice breaking. "You're alive, you're here!" She reached out to embrace him, desperate to feel her son in her arms.
But Siddarth—Shelby, the child she had left behind—stepped back, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Don’t touch me," he hissed, his words laced with venom. "You don't deserve to be near me. You don’t deserve me at all."
Lily froze, her hands dropping helplessly at her sides. "What... what are you saying?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"You are the worst human being in the world," he spat, his gaze piercing her soul. "You abandoned your own child, left me to die in a foreign land. You—my own mother—are a monster."
Lily collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shook with the weight of her guilt, and she reached out to him again, desperate for forgiveness. "I... I was wrong," she cried. "I made a mistake. I was so scared. Please, Shelby... I didn’t know what else to do. Please forgive me."
But Siddarth looked down at her, his face twisted with disgust. "Forgive you? For what? For leaving a twenty-day-old baby by the river to fend for himself? For treating me like I was nothing? You abandoned me, your own flesh and blood, without a second thought."
Lily’s chest heaved with sobs, her tears soaking the ground as she reached for him again. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, I beg you, give me another chance. I didn’t know what I was doing."
Siddarth stepped even further away from her, his expression filled with cold fury. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You left me to die because you thought I was worthless. You made me believe I wasn’t worth loving. And now, you expect me to forgive you?"
Lily's heart shattered at his words, the weight of her actions crushing her spirit. She had never felt so small, so broken. "Please," she whispered again. "Please don't hate me. I am your mother."
Siddarth’s laughter was cruel. "You’re not my mother," he said, his voice dripping with bitterness. "A mother doesn’t abandon her child. You are nothing to me. I will hate you until my last breath, and there is nothing you can do to change that."
Lily’s tears fell harder, her soul crumbling under the unbearable weight of his words. She reached for him one last time, but her hands passed through him like he was nothing but air.
"Goodbye, Lily Potter," Siddarth said, his voice cold and final. "You made your choice, and now you will live with the consequences."
**Scene 2: The Awakening**
Lily’s scream ripped through the night as she shot up from her dream, her chest heaving, her face drenched in tears. Her body trembled violently, and her hands grasped desperately at the bed sheets. Her heart raced as if it was about to tear itself apart from the inside.
James woke immediately at her side, startled by the intensity of her cry. "Lily! Lily, what’s wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with panic. He quickly moved Harry to the other side of the bed and gathered Lily in his arms.
Still sobbing, she clung to James, shaking uncontrollably. "It was him... it was Shelby," she managed to choke out between sobs. "Our son... He hates me, James. He hates us."
James, his heart now pounding with fear, took her by the hand and led her out of the room so they wouldn’t disturb Harry’s sleep. They sat in the hallway, Lily still crying into his chest, and James, though confused, held her tight.
"Tell me what happened," James whispered softly, trying to soothe her. "What did you see?"
Through her tears, Lily recounted the dream—her encounter with their abandoned son, now a grown man, full of hatred and bitterness toward them. Every word she spoke made James feel like a dagger was being driven deeper into his heart.
When she finished, James sat there in silence, the weight of their past decisions crushing him. Slowly, he slid down from the chair onto his knees, his head hanging low, his hands covering his face.
"What have we done?" he whispered, his voice breaking with sorrow. "How could we have done that to our own child?"
Lily sobbed harder, her body trembling with regret. "I didn’t know, James. I didn’t know he would hate me so much. I thought... I thought we were doing the right thing by leaving him, but now I see... I see how wrong we were."
James knelt in front of her, his own eyes brimming with tears. "We were scared, Lily. We thought... we thought we had no choice. But now, all I can think about is that we left him—our baby, alone, in a strange place. We abandoned him, and now... now he hates us for it."
Lily buried her face in her hands, her sobs filling the empty hallway. "I wish I could take it all back," she whispered. "I would do anything to make it right."
James pulled her into his arms again, his own tears falling freely now. "We can’t change the past," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "But, God, I wish we could. We were so wrong, Lily. We failed him."
For a long time, they sat there, their arms wrapped around each other, their hearts breaking under the weight of their guilt and regret. Neither of them spoke again—there were no words that could undo the choices they had made, no words that could erase the pain they had caused.
And so, in the silence of the night, they wept together, haunted by the memory of the child they had lost and the dream that reminded them of the deep, unforgivable wounds they had inflicted on their own flesh and blood.
