The village of Hogsmeade, nestled snugly against the Hogwarts grounds, was enveloped in a bitter white blanket of snow that stretched forth all across the land, its quaint cottages and shops dusted with a shimmering layer of frost. Despite the piercing cold in the air, the villagers found refuge indoors, gathering by crackling, warm fireplaces that radiated a comforting heat throughout their homes. The soft glow of lanterns and the occasional flicker of wand-lit flames added a magical ambiance to the scene, creating a serene contrast to the harsh winter outside. In Hogsmeade, amidst the hush of falling snow, a sense of community thrived, united by the shared warmth and safety found within their cozy dwellings.
Lily Potter walked through the cold silent garden that was blanket of white plush cold earth with her long fur wolf cape dragging behind her to keep her shielded from the biting chilling wind.
As she strolls down the frozen garden of her and her husband's she smiles imagining herself with her husband James with the child they have been dreaming of making. As a symbol of their love. As she continued to roam down the garden, a serene blanket of snow covered every inch of land around her, transforming the familiar into a winter wonderland. The garden was veiled in a ghostly shroud of winter fog, its ethereal tendrils weaving between numerous statues that stood sentinel amidst the icy landscape. Each figure seemed frozen in time, their stoic faces and graceful forms lending an air of quiet contemplation to the scene. The falling snowflakes danced softly around her, adding to the hushed ambiance of the garden, where even the slightest sound seemed muted by the winter's embrace. In this tranquil setting, she felt both enchanted and isolated, surrounded by the beauty and stillness of a world cloaked in snow and mist.
Lily smiles seeing how the winter makes all the land slumber until the dawn of spring melts the frozen snow away it still shows such beauty.
Then Lily sees something in the distance a dead snow-blanketed bush, with something very peculiar that was sticking out. She tilted her head in wonder and walked closer to the sleeping dead bush then stopped and gasped in dismay and enchantment.
What was protruding from the bush that was covered in the frosted white blanket was a flower.
A rose.
She walked closer to it, completely marveled seeing such a delicate and alive flower growing in the dawn of winter.
The rose's pedicel hung lifelessly from the frozen bush, a stark contrast to the vibrant life pulsating within the blossom itself. Its petals, a profound shade of crimson akin to the deepest hue of freshly colored that resembled blood, exuded a breathtaking beauty that defied the harshness of winter's grip. Despite the biting cold that had rendered the surroundings barren and icy, the rose stood as a testament to resilience, its velvety petals unfurling proudly amidst the frost, a vivid symbol of life that was still growing.
Lily has never seen a rose so beautiful as this one before. She remembers when she was young Severus had given her many roses and other flowers and to this day her dear husband has given her many flowers for his love for her as the symbol of her beauty, but this flower was different.
This was the fairest flower of them all.
Smiling Lily carefully not wishing to damage the opulent flower and to save it from the brutal winter winds, stretched forth her hand to pull the flower head, then with the touch of her hand, her finger was met with the sharp pinch of the barbed thorn.
Lily whimpered holding her wounded finger and grimacing from the pinching bite feeling the burn of the sting and seeing the drop of red wine of blood falling and landing into the snowbank ground. She started feeling more drops of blood fall from her finger splashing into the snow seeing it explode into making more drops of red expanding.
Lily gazed at the three drops of blood, watching as they melted into the pristine, frozen earth, creating a mesmerizing tableau.
It was as though the beauty lay concealed beneath the frozen snow, yet it blossomed with a vitality and ethereal grace that defied the icy veil.
Lily smiles at the sight of the melted blood mixed in the snow and she gazes heavenly at her stomach then she gently places both her hand and blooded hand, and closes her eyes allowing the cold air to breeze her while being shielded by her wolf pelt hooded cloak, she made her wish.
"Please, anyone who can hear my wish. Grant me a child, a symbol of my love for James, grant me a beautiful child that is the symbol of majesty and beauty. Grant me a child with eyes that mirror my own, but with a brilliance akin to the gleams of emerald. Let the child's hair flow black as ebony, skin as pure as freshly fallen snow, and let the child possess grace and beauty with an innocence that captivates all who behold", she prayed dazing at the foggy open sky feeling the slow drops of snow touching the skin of her face as she smiled.
She remained standing at the spot dreaming that a wish of such features would come true, with the pecked rose securely being held in her cuffed hands she leaves the snowy garden to the welcoming warmth of the cottage to her husband.
She lay in bed with her body and muscles slowly recovering from the long and agonizing hours of labor while staring exhaustedly at her husband and the maid soon entered the room with her arms carrying a precious blessing cargo that was securely wrapped in a warm blanket and she handed the little one to its mother and father.
"It is such a beautiful little one", the maid said in astoundment.
Lily stared at the sight of her child, a son, she gasped in delight seeing his chubby face, eyes closed and silently breathing in slumber. His skin was pale as the snow, his hair black as ebony, and seeing him weakly opening his eyes she witnessed the color of his eyes that were deep lime.
This is the child she asked for when she pricked her finger at the thorn of the red rose.
"Oh, my little one", Lily said with happiness as she kissed his tiny forehead.
James sat on the edge of the bed, by his wife completely mesmerized at the sight of his son.
"Oh, Lily...He is beautiful just like you, my dear", he said proudly.
She kissed him. "And you as well, my love", she smiled.
"What should we name him?" He asked.
"Harry. Harry Potter"
"Harry...Potter. That is perfect, my beloved", James smiled with pride and joy staring at his now-sleeping son.
"Our little Harry, you are the fairest one of all, the fairest in the land", Lily softly said, both staring with widened smiles at their slumbering child.
Voldemort growled staring at the intruding and approaching human boy with such a deep long cloak that resembled the color of his lifeforce that was seeping out of his body from the bullet wound where the hunter shot him, he stared while snarling observing more of the boy.
He has such black hair, black as the coal color of his fur, green eyes that glow as well bright as the shining gem of an emerald, pale as the snow that blankets all life around him.
Despite his savage snarls to frighten the young boy, he was mentally captivated by such beauty he had never seen before, especially coming from his food of humans.
"You are hurt. Badly. Please let me help you", he said gently with a most gentle and innocent smile.
The Riddle Beast continued growling menacingly but his mind was swimming in the enchantment of this peculiar little human while trying to ignore the spell of his beauty and the sound of his voice that was close to melting away the walls around his heart, he snarled wickedly with threat as the boy stalks close to him with his hands up and smiling gently.
"What is this human? And why does he stare at me with such gentleness and care...and wish to help me with my wound? And his skin, hair, and eyes...so attractively alluring...", Voldemort thought.
"Such a fairest human in the land he is"