OH MY GOD it's been so long. To be honest, I'd half forgotten about this book. I'm so sorry.
I can't promise any updates on any regular intervals, since the next 2 years of my life are gonna be deathly filled with studying. I'll just have to try to squeeze in some time.
Or, are you bored w this book and think I should just give it up? Because I'm considering it. Voice your opinions in the comments!
In the mean time, enjoy this update!!
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Lily's POV:
"To Harry Potter!" Bellowed Hagrid. Oh, sweet Hagrid, he was always by my side even when I was shunned for being a mudblood.
"Yes, indeed, to Parry Otter, the chosen boy who -" Slughorn cried drunkenly. Oh well, he was always like that. He loved me though, I was probably the first muggle born he chose, though I'm not so sure I deserve that distinction.
I zoned out as they made toasts to Merlin knows what.
"... Me dad was no age ter go... Now were your mum and dad, Harry..."
The last few words caught my attention. Slughorn started singing, rather horribly, I thought, and Hagrid collapsed, murmuring "terrible. Terrible."
Then Harry spoke.
He spoke quietly, with a higher demeanor, but a deaf person could make our the love in his voice. There was also a whiff of excitement, and cautiousness whether he had gone too far. But only I could detect that.
"...He was talking about my mum and dad dying."
"Oh. " Slughorn looked taken aback. " Yes, that was terrible indeed. Terrible, terrible..."
"I- I suppose you don't remember it, Harry?"
Oh God. I sincerely hope he didn't. It would have scarred him, not that he wasn't already scarred. But logically he shouldn't, so...
"No - well, I was only one when they died." Harry breathed. I was relived. " But I've found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?"
Harry, oh my poor baby...
"And voldemort, he stepped over his body to go to my mum. She was screaming. I can still hear her screams sometimes. Do you know that, professor? "
I broke down. Words, thoughts weren't forming in my head. I couldn't imagine what he had to go through all these years. More that ever I wanted to be down with him there.
By this time, James came over. On hearing the last bit, I think he succumbed to tears himself.
We held each other, looking down wistfully at Harry. How I wished he wouldn't get himself into these dangerous missions!
But after all, he was our son. What else could we expect?
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Dead Or Alive
Fiksi PenggemarEver wished that you could have the dead characters meet? And the alive? Or wanted to hear Harry's story through the eyes of his parents? Well, your wish just came true. Mix Jily with a dash of Sirius, and serve with humor and reactions. Recipe for...
