Harry Potter short stories and imagines

Chapter one

The night that everything changed was the worst day of my life. That night will always be remembered.  The specific night is the night that Lily and James Potter were murdered by the Dark Lord. The only survivor was their son, Harry Potter. He was left untouched, except for a scar, shaped like a lightning bolt. I'm sure you know all about what happened that night. But, I'm not so sure you have ever seen, heard, or even witnessed the night, from someone who loved Lily.

It all began fifteen years ago when I discovered the prophecy made by Trelawney. And I made the mistake by telling the Dark Lord.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.....born to those who have thrive defied him. Born as the seventh month dies.....and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he shall have power the Dark Lord does not.....either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives.....the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies....for neither can live while the other survives..".

Then the Dark Lord set out a plan to kill the child. On October 31, 1989, Harry Potter would be murdered. I panicked. I pleaded with the Dark Lord, and begged for mercy. To spare her life. But the Dark    Lord had other plans. When there was almost no hope left, an idea came over me. So I did that idea. I went to the greatest wizard of his time. Albus Dumbledoor.

I went to Albus that very minute. I asked him to protect her. I said that I would do anything. He agreed with the deal. He asked me to work for him. Be his double agent. Get information from the Dark Lord and return it back to him. But Albus also said that I had to do whatever the Dark Lord asked, so I didn't blow my cover. Of course I agreed. I would do anything for my Lily, my little flower. But if I hadn't been so blinded with joy and love, I could have known that not even Dumbledoor could protect Lily from the will of the Dark Lord.