In Lily’s Memory

Title: In Lily’s Memory
Author: gypsysue
Fandom/Genre:Harry Potter
Content Rating: R
Warnings: Character death, violence.
Summary: What differences would take place if James and Sirius had run to the market the night Voldemort attacked.

EVIL AUTHOR DAY: That means this is just something I am playing around with and like all EAD’s it may be a long time before any more is done with it.  Unbeta’ed

The upper part of the house was destroyed.  Baby Harry’s cry could be heard as the two men stepped through the arch where the door use to be, and they rushed up the stairs, following the sound.

Wands drawn, they entered the nursery and James almost dropped his wand as he stared at Severus Snape cradling his wife’s body and weeping.  Time seemed to stand still as he tried in vain to unfreeze his body, willing it to react, to move.  His vision blackened as he tried to remember how to breathe, and just before he lost consciousness, he saw Sirius picking up and comforting his son.

The next thing he heard were the sound of loud voices, his fuzzy brain could just make out Sirius’ voice and what he thought could be Hagrid, “what, how,” James sat up slowly and tried to get his bearings.

“James?  Are you okay?” Sirius asked, and James could feel him sliding his glasses back onto his face.

“I think so,” James said as he rubbed his hands over his face, trying to remember, “Harry, Lily, oh Merlin, Sirius, what happened?”

Sirius handed Harry to James, who pulled him close and buried his face into his son’s hair.  Harry always smelt like a combination of himself, Lily and something that was just Harry.  It soothed him.

“When we got back from the market, the house was destroyed, and Harry was crying.  We run upstairs to find Harry in his crib, while Severus was on the ground holding Lily. She, Merlin James, she didn’t make it. She died protecting Harry.  It was Voldemort.”

James pulled his son closer, mindful of hurting the boy, kissing his head. He pulled Harry back to examine him and scowled at the cut on his forehead. “Where is Voldemort, and Peter, did he torture Peter?”

“That rat betrayed us, I have him caged up in the corner over there. I wanted to kill him, but I figured we could get information out of him later, from what I could get out of him before I caged him was that he joined the Death Eaters about a year ago and has been selling us out ever since.  They came here tonight to kill you all, and Peter was going to blame me for it all since no-one knew we changed secret keepers, but us.”

They heard a inhale of breath and looked over to see Hagrid leaning against the wall in shock.  “Anyway, from what the rat said, Voldemort killed Lily when she refused to move out of the way to let him at Harry.  He offered to spare her, apparently for Severus.” Both men scoffed in disgust, “but she refused, of course, she refused, so he cast the killing curse at her, then cast it at Harry, but it rebound off of Harry and back to Voldemort, knocking his spirit out of his body.  His body is destroyed but his spirit was propelled out.”

“Harry needs a Healer, and we need to make arrangements for Lily,” James choked out as he tried to keep it together for his son.  He could fall apart later when Harry was safe.

“We need to get to Gringotts  James, the Goblins will help.”


The Minister for Magic, Lord Potter and the Head of the Unspeakables, though no-one but him and James knew that, Lord Sirius Black stood on the platform 9 and 3/4, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom tucked in between them. Harry knew his Dad and Godfather had been dreading this day, but Harry couldn’t wait.   He had spent most of his life being protected and trained, always pushed and pulled in a constant battle to keep him safe and being able to fight his way out of any situation.

When he was seven, he had learned about the Prophecy by accident and had pushed to learn more.  By the time he was nine, Voldemort was a thing of the past, all his Horcrux had been destroyed and Harry was heralded a hero for something his father and Sirius had done. Though it was well known that Harry was a Parselmouth, a now coveted ability, his dad had kept his own ability a secret, but had trained with Harry and helped him embrace it, being The Boy Who Lived, had its perks.

The Boy Who Lived.  How they had all tried to squash that one, but by the time they had managed to destroy Rita Skeeter, it was already embedded in the public psyche.

Sirius and James had destroyed Voldemort, decimated the Death Eaters and taken over the Ministry, all in the name of Harry, and the boy knew they would burn the world to ashes to protect him and Neville.

They had taken Neville from his Grandmother after his Uncle Algie had held him out a window, and ‘accidentally’ dropped him, while Augustus did nothing.  It had taken a while to get Neville to come out of his shell, but with training and Harry by his side, he had flourished.  He had visitation with his Gran, but it was always supervised.  She was regretful, but still mourning her own son and couldn’t seem to stop comparing Neville to Frank.

“Arthur,” his dad’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and Harry turned to watch the Weasley family make their way over, he turned to Neville and screwed up his face, causing the boy to laugh.  Both him and Neville disliked the youngest Weasley’s, Ron was annoying and constantly complaining and Ginny would blush and run away from them both, even after all this time.  They adored the other Weasleys, well except Percy, he loved his rules too much, and being kids of Marauders, Harry and Neville tended to break more than they followed.  Which was why the twins were their favourites.

“James, Sirius, so good to see you both,” Arthur said as he shook their hands. His dad had tried to make Arthur his Advisor to the Minster, but Arthur loved his muggle stuff, so his dad made him Head of the Muggle Liaison Office.  He had extensive training in the muggle world, which help immensely, and his family was now fairly well off.

The twins made a beeline for Harry and Neville, and the boys looked at each other in excitement.  The Marauders Map was going to be theirs this year.  The twins had found the map in their first year, and showed it to Sirius, who they knew as Padfoot.  A bit of tinkering had been done to the map to removed Wormtail, and Sirius had shown the twins, Harry and Neville how to add rooms if they found any new ones.  The twins were allowed to use the map until Harry came to Hogwarts, where it would be turned over to the Heir of the Marauders.   Today was the day.

“Harry, Neville,” both boys turned to James and Sirius, and the men chuckled at the excitement that shone in the boy’s eyes. “Remember what we talked about,” both boys nodded, “use the mirror if you have any trouble.”

“We will,” they replied in unison and then grinned at each other.

“If you have any trouble at all, you know what to do, keep each other safe, and remember, no matter where you get sorted, we are very proud of you both.”  They hugged each other tightly, all four trying to keep the tears at bay, before the boys made it onto the train, Hedwig on Harry’s shoulder, and Luna, Neville’s kneazle weaving between their feet.  Harry still found it funny that Neville had named his cat after Luna Lovegood.  His crush on her was legendary.




About gypsysue

Love to read, dabble in writing. Harry Potter is my favourite fanfiction. Love a good crossover with HP in most other genres, especially Twilight and Supernatural. Also a good True Blood HP crossover with a Godric/Harry Pairing.
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2 Responses to In Lily’s Memory

  1. 19bcm78 says:

    I love that part about Neville’s kneazle being named after Luna. This was a fun excerpt to read. Thank you.


  2. camcampgirl says:

    This is brilliant! Sad that Frank & Alice were weren’t saved with the change in outcomes for James & Sirius, but a great take on this alternate reality. I absolutely LOVED that Neville’s kneazle is named after Luna, because “his crush on her was legendary” – priceless! You rock!


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