Chapter 2
Lily couldn’t breath. The air around her was filled with darkness. She wiggled her arms around in a desperate attempt to escape, as she recklessly feels the constraints of the walls around her she feels something. A hard, cold, stick of willow vibrated on Lily’s finger tips. Her wand! Lily desperately tries to remember an incantation or charm to get her self out. She takes a deep breath and shouts “expulso!” The moments that follow her incantation horrify her. Still she climbs out of a hole in the ground and stands in front of her now empty and withering casket. The grave in front of her reads “in loving memory of Lily and James potter.” So that must mean… James’ grave must lie somewhere beneath where she stands. Lily ponders her next actions carefully and with a heavy heart and a disdain for the person she’s become, shy walks away abandoning James to his own devices.
Privet drive, August 12, 1983
Harry sits in his cuboard and plans. Every morning before day care he plans. What to do so that nobody scolds him what to do to be as good as possible. Aunt petunia had promised him if he was good for a whole week she’d let him have a toy. But you see Harry didn’t want a toy. All he really wanted was what Dudley had. Every night aunt Petunia would sit with Dudley in bed and cuddle him and read him stories. That’s all Harry could ever want in his life. To be loved. To be cherished. Harry rises from his pile of blankets on the floor to help with breakfast. It hurts. Everything hurts for Harry. It hurts to stand and to walk and sometimes even to breath. Loneliness is like a torture and with every second the pain increases. Harry doesn’t talk. When he arrived at the Dursley’s Harry could only say four
words, “mama, dada, paddy, and moony.” He was filled with a desperation for the only family he had ever known but eventually he learned that they weren’t coming. And ever since he couldn’t find the strength to talk he couldn’t find the strength to do many things. Little did Harry know soon this would all change.