A/N: Hello again everyone! If you haven’t read the edited version of the first chapter please feel free to do that now! It’s a little bit longer after adding some dialogue with Lily/Voldemort (heh… that would be an interesting pairing Lily/Voldemort… anyways) I also added a scene from James point of view after he comes to his senses and sees his house basically destroyed.
A/N-2: In the future, all of the chapters from the Hufflepuff chapters will be released on Tuesdays, with the Ravenclaw chapters being released on Wednesday, and the Slytherin chapters released on Thursday. This allows me to have time to work on all of the chapters over weekends and give each one to my beta(s) to review and get back to me.
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Chapter Two: Growing up a “normal” child
Harry had heard this bedtime story a thousand times before, but it was always his favorite. It boasted of a brave knight named Sir Potter (of course Harry believed it to be him and not his father) and a beautiful young maiden who was not actually a noble, but was still the fairest in the land. But it was not her beauty that made Sir Potter fall in love with her, but her brains, for she was the smartest among even the scholars she was taught by. Sadly though, she did not love Sir Potter back, for he had a nasty habit to pick on those that didn’t think the same way as him, and that, the maiden simply couldn’t tolerate. But eventually the brave knight changed and was willing to accept all of those around him, and the beautiful maiden had finally fallen in love with the brave knight and they wed as soon as they could.
But then an evil warlock came to town and threatened to destroy everything they loved, including each other. So the brave knight and his noble friends, Sir Padfoot, Sir Moony, and Sir Wormtail, all rode off to defend their great land with all of the other knights from their realm. The war lasted for a hundred days and a hundred nights, neither side gaining any ground… until one day Sir Potter and now Lady Potter had a baby boy. Now this baby boy was special, for he was loved so much that the evil warlock was jealous and wanted to destroy any happiness they had, so the Potters went into hiding, only telling one of their friends where they would be, Sir Wormtail. But what the Potters didn’t know, was that Sir Wormtail was promised power and fame from the evil warlock, but he would only get it if he told where his friends were hiding.
By now the Potter’s had gotten used to being hidden… so when there was a knock on the door they were rather startled. It was the evil warlock! Brave Sir Potter did all he could to defend his beautiful wife, but the warlock was just too powerful, and he was soon overwhelmed and was put to sleep by a spell that the evil warlock had cast. Then the evil warlock went to the baby boy’s room, only to see the beautiful woman trying to climb out the window with her baby, but the man used magic to pull them back in and lock all the doors and windows. At this point the Lady Potter knew that she didn’t stand a chance against the warlock, but she would never let the warlock hurt her son. So she fought with all her might against the powerful man but was soon very hurt, and had to make a choice to either give the man her son, or protect the baby with all of her love. By that point she knew what she must do, so she wrapped her arms around the warlock and said “I love my son, and any harm that you do unto him I will gladly take and cast it back to you!”
Now the warlock knew that this woman wasn’t a noble by birth, so he thought that she was so much weaker than him that she stood no chance. But when the evil warlock went to deliver his final blow against the baby boy, his mom threw herself in front of the crib, taking all of the magic and sending it back towards the one who cast it, turning him into stone, which crumbled to dust. Soon the town was going to celebrate the brave maiden who vanquished the evil warlock. But since she took all of that magic in, she too had been turned to dust, but not before she gave her son one last kiss on the forehead, leaving him with a mark of his mother’s love for the rest of his life. The end.
