THE LAST OF THE LINE
By: Savage Amazon
Discaimers: Nothing's mine except the plot of the fic. Don't sue me!
Chapter 1: Once upon a time
"So Harry, what would you like to read tonight?" Lily said walking toward the bookshelves looking for a good bed-time story for her one year old son. "How about this? We haven't read this one yet!" She said taking a book in her hand and she headed towards her son, which gurgled in response. She moved over to the crib, took a seat in the nursery chair next to it, opened the book and began reading it:
"Once upon a time there was a little boy…"
Done with the bed-time story, Lily Potter-a beautiful young woman nearing her thirties, with dark auburn hair and startling green eyes, and a slim figure-closed the book and looked at her now five year old son, practically a miniature version of her husband. Dark black messy hair, high cheekbones, full rosy lips, small cute nose, pale complexion and green eyes just like her mother hidden behind his closed eyelids, the only trait taken from her mother. All in all, the boy was beautiful.
She smiled watching him in his peaceful sleep and turned to walk out the door, but, before she could do so, said door swung open with a tremendous crash against the wall. A very terrorised elder woman-Arabella Figg, the house keeper and very dear and trusted friend of the Potters with a love for cats that neared obsession-came rushing in while at the same time a resounding explosion went off from somewhere down in the first floor. "Lily, hurry, they're here! The Death Eaters! James is keeping them busy, you have to run!"
"What? Oh no!" She turned around, picked up the child who started to stir and looked up at his mom sleepily. "I'm sorry, darling, but we have to go!" The boy, who had awoken at the sound of the explosion, was quickly becoming scared, even more so after taking a look at his worried mother and a terrified Ms. Figg.
He could hear the noises coming from downstairs, the shouts and sounds of battle, and people running up the stairs and towards their room. "Hurry Lily!" She heard her husband call from downstairs. Lily ran to a desk near the corner of her son's room and a sound like a lock clicking open was heard at the wave of her hand. She pulled an envelope out of one of the drawers, and, turning to Ms. Figg, said: "Arabella, you come with me. If anything happens to me and my husband find my sister and give her this letter. Keep an eye on Harry!"
"But Lily…"
"There's no time to argue come on!" And with that she stepped to the side of the desk, waved her hand again, and the illusion on the wall disappeared showing a secret passage.
"Where did this wall come from?" Ms. Figg asked, somehow finding it in her to be surprised, even within the tumultuous moment that had enveloped them.
"It's always been there, but there was glamour on it so that nobody could see it or use it. Come on." She replied, her words flying out of her mouth as quickly as her legs moved her within the passage. Seeing that Arabella wasn't following, she turned to grab her and pull her through. Harry, who was being carried in his mother's arms, tightened his hold firmly around his mother's neck, shaking all the while.
He was afraid.
He didn't know what was going on, but there were people shouting on the other side of the wall that he never even knew was there and it was dark, getting darker by the second. "Shh, Harry, everything will be fine!" Lily cooed in his ears, trying to calm her scared son. They reached a dead end, and Lily, not the least bit worried, with a wave of her hand made an opening appear by removing the glamour on it, and closed it once more when they were through.
They began running wildly, yet unfortunately they ran into some Death Eaters who were guarding the perimeter, making sure no one escaped undetected. They were spotted by the cloaked men, who sprinted toward the running women, shooting incantations.
Lily kept running faster, still holding Arabella's hand and clinging to Harry, attempting refuge into the woods that isolated her home. Harry kept quite, but continued to shake insistently, he could hear the short, panting breaths that his mother took, understanding that she was tired but too scared to stop and be captured.
Her only son, the only thought that was fixed in her mind as she tried to escape in the darkness of the trees while people at her back tried to hit them down, he was all that mattered. He had to have the possibility to grow, live a life and one day make a family for himself. He could not die this way, this day, not if she could help it.
There were dead bodies every few steps taken littering the ground. Some were Death Eaters, yet, mostly, were family members who fell, some fighting. Some hadn't had time to fight; the attack had been so sudden. Lily kept Harry tightly to herself, his face pushed against her heaving bosom, telling him not to look.
And then, amongst panting breaths and angered shouts, Lily let out a sharp strangled, pained gasp, and fell quiet, her feet giving out beneath her as she fell to the floor with her son still in her arms, courtesy of a slashing curse on her back.
Harry looked up at her scared, trapped underneath her, barely noticing the pain that he felt over his left eyebrow and the flow of a sticky wetness oozing slowly from it. Arabella, more terrified than ever, stopped and bent down to her. "Lily, are you o.k.?" Her tone was hysterical. Lily tried to move, to shift, to get off her poor son, but the deep cut that had been opened on her back didn't allow her to. She was so numb.
"I can't move!" Her voice was so weak, and it hurt so much to talk! "I can't move, I think the cut damaged my spinal cord!" Arabella eyes seemed to want to jump out of their sockets, and she looked at a complete loss as to what to do, so Lily told her. "Quick, take Harry and go!" She shouted as she tried again to move off her son.
"No! I..."
Lily wasn't going to listen to her whine, especially not when there were Death Eaters out to get her son! "GO!" She shouted as, with an almighty twist of her body turned so that she was lying, horribly painfully, on her back, Harry finally freed.
Death Eaters were catching up to them, and little Harry didn't understand what was going on, but his mother was hurt and he didn't know what to do. "Mummy!" He shouted as he was ripped from his mother's body. She was paling, quickly, but she smiled for her son's sake nonetheless, even as her vision began to darken at an alarming rate.
"It's ok, Harry. Take this," she told him as she took a chain with a pendant out from under her jumper. He knew it as the medallion with the family crest engraved upon it. He'd never been allowed to touch it before. "Wear this at all times, and never let anyone see it." He tried to speak but she didn't let him. "Promise, Harry!" Her tone terrified him, because it left him with no hope-for what he didn't know-so he nodded, and took the family heirloom in hand trying to stifle his sniffling sobs. She nodded in return. "Ms. Figg is going to take you some place safe!" He'd already been hoisted in the older woman's arms, and as he saw his mother's body getting further away, he shouted, with all the terror that he felt "Mummy! I wanna stay with you!" But Ms. Figg kept on running, and he was getting further and further away from her, and his fear did nothing but increase with every jolting step. Tears were freely running down his cheeks, great racking sobs shaking his small frame.
"Remember what I told you!" She shouted from a distance. She shouldn't yell! It hurt, he could see it. "And remember that I love you!" But he didn't want to remember, he wanted to be told, every hour of every day.
"I'll keep an eye on him! Goodbye Lily!" Arabella answered, but she was far away, she should turn back to make sure that she could hear, Harry thought. But she didn't. And Harry watched as his mother disappeared behind some trees that they had gone around.
Death Eaters were only a few feet away, and, after hearing their shouts, ran after them. "The boy is this way!" They yelled to others of their ranks as the trees that were blocking his mother's view disappeared. But his mother wasn't alone. There were tow Death Eaters standing over her, and even though they were out of hearing range, Harry knew by instinct what they were saying.
"It's the mother, what do we do with her?" One asked, as though not really caring at all.
"Kill her!" And Harry screamed.
Arabella continued to run holding the boy and trying to quiet him down, when a woman's scream came louder than Harry's. He began to squirm, trying to free himself from the hold that was trapping him and reach his mother once again. "Harry no!"
"Mummy!" the word was hushed, but whispered in such anguish that nearly made Ms Figg stumble.
"I'm sorry Harry, we can't go back." She said out of breath, and he heard her sniffle as well. She was now within the woods, and running was hindered by the uneven, growing earth. To the left she found a perfect place to hide and rest, where, underneath the uneven growth of an ancient oak, some dirt had fallen out, making a dark alcove where two small being such as themselves would never be seen.
"Harry," she whispered urgently to the boy. "I need you to be very quiet now, Ok! Can you do that for me?" Harry nodded and tried to stifle crying. Yelling could be heard somewhere very close to them.
They waited there, quiet and unmoving for hours, making sure that there was no one else left. And even then, she waited two more hours. They hadn't slept, as exhausted as they were, and jumped at every small sound that reached their ears. Soon enough the Death Eaters moved off, but it was not yet safe to leave, for they could still be spotted. She moved out only at the break of midday, shortly after Harry had finally fallen into a coma-like sleep, induced by all that had happened during the night, and moved on deeper into the woods.
Outside of their haven, far behind them, the Potter's clan was destroyed; it's people exterminated and some homes still in flames. The castle where, only mere hours before, little five year old Harry was sleeping after his mother read him the last bed-time story she would ever read him, had been turned to mere clusters of broken stone.
With everything they'd ever known and loved, Harry Potter and Arabella Figg went on their lonely way to their new life in search of Lily's sister and, hopefully, a good place to hide the last of the Potter line, one of the most ancient and powerful clans ever.
AN: If anyone wants to beat me I'd be really happy. Right now it's my sister Pearl Drop Angel, and I really would like someone else to do it for me. I promise this story isn't to long and I'll update really fast, but please beat me. If you decide to beta, make sure that you know English well enough, though. Otherwise it's pointless. My way of writing is very childish and the only reason why this story isn't like that s because my sis fixed it. Please beta. If you so choose to beta my e-mail is: Savage_Amazon@hotmail.com
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