10 July 1981
LILY POTTER
Her hands trembled with a mixture of fear and determination as she stood before the imposing doors of the Potter Crypts. The weight of responsibility bore down on her shoulders, the knowledge of the danger her family faced from the Dark Lord's relentless pursuit weighing heavily on her mind.
With each passing day, the attacks on Sirius served as a grim reminder of the looming threat. She knew that Voldemort coveted her son, Harry, believing him to be the one spoken of in the prophecy—a prophecy that foretold the Dark Lord's downfall. But She refused to let her son become a pawn in Voldemort's twisted game.
She knew her own limitations; she was no match for Voldemort's dark power. But she would not allow her weakness to dictate her actions. With a resolute determination, She resolved to do whatever it took to protect her son, even if it meant delving into the forbidden depths of Potter Family Magic.
Ignoring the voice of doubt that whispered in her mind, reminding her of the risks she faced, She summoned the Potter family magic that guarded the crypts. The heavy wards surrounding the entrance crackled with power as they recognized Potter Family Magic inside her, allowing her passage into the depths below.
As she stepped into the darkness of the crypts, She felt a shiver run down her spine. The air was thick with the weight of centuries past, and the whispers of her ancestors seemed to echo in the shadows. But she pushed aside her apprehension, focusing instead on her singular goal: to find a way to protect her son from the Dark Lord's grasp.
With determination burning in her heart, She made her way through the labyrinthine passages of the crypts, guided by the words of Erik Potter's portrait. She knew that James would not approve of her actions, but she also knew that he would understand. Their son's life was worth more than any notion of dark or light magic, and She would stop at nothing to ensure his safety.
As she reached the chamber where the ancient Potter texts lay hidden, She felt a surge of hope. Here, amidst the dusty tomes and faded parchment, lay the knowledge she sought—the key to protecting her son from the darkness that threatened to consume him.
With steady hands, She reached for the texts, her heart pounding with anticipation. For in that moment, she knew that she held the power to change the course of fate, to defy the prophecy that sought to dictate her son's destiny. And with a fierce determination burning in her soul, she vowed to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe from harm, no matter the cost.
1 AUGUST 1981
Her fingers traced the faded pages of the ancient tomes with growing desperation, her heart heavy with the weight of failure. For twenty-one days, she had immersed herself in the secrets of the Potter family, scouring every inch of parchment for a glimmer of hope. But all she found were half measures—feeble attempts at protection that would offer little defense against the relentless onslaught of the Dark Lord.
With each passing day, her son's life hung in the balance, and her desperation grew. She couldn't bear the thought of sacrificing Harry for these inadequate safeguards. She had to find a proper measure—a true defense that would ensure his safety at all costs.
But time was slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, and the Dark Lord's attacks showed no signs of abating. The recent wave of violence had claimed the lives of many Order members, their deaths a chilling reminder of the inhumanity and cruelty of Voldemort and his followers.
The loss of the Bones family and the Prewett brothers weighed heavily on her heart, their names added to the ever-growing list of casualties in this war against darkness. The thought of her own family being targeted filled her with a bone-deep terror, driving her to the brink of despair.
But amidst the fear and uncertainty, one thing remained clear: she would not rest until she found a way to protect her son. With each setback, her resolve only hardened, fueling her determination to defy fate and rewrite the course of destiny.
For in the face of overwhelming darkness, She would be a beacon of hope, a fierce guardian willing to risk everything to preserve her son's life. And as the shadows closed in around her, she vowed to fight until her last breath, for Harry's sake and for the future of their world.
21 AUGUST 1981
Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she delved deeper into her discoveries. The secrets she had uncovered were nothing short of breathtaking, capable of shaking the very foundations of wizarding society. If word of her findings were to spread among muggleborns, half-bloods, and even some Purebloods, it would undoubtedly cause a seismic shift in the magical world.
Yet, amidst the awe-inspiring revelations, Her focus remained singular: her son's safety. She had stumbled upon a ritual—a pact with forces beyond comprehension—that promised to ensure Harry's survival and protection. It was a path fraught with danger and sacrifice, but She knew that she would walk it without hesitation if it meant safeguarding her son.
The ritual, steeped in ancient magic and cloaked in secrecy, blurred the lines between light and dark in ways She had never imagined. But she was willing to set aside her own moral qualms, her own doubts, for the sake of Harry's well-being. In her eyes, there was no sacrifice too great, no risk too daunting, if it meant keeping her son safe from harm.
With her mind made up and her resolve firm, She set about preparing for the ritual. Every step, brought her closer to her goal: the creation of a protective shield so powerful that not even the darkest of wizards could breach it. She knew that the path ahead would be perilous, but she was determined to see it through to the end.
21 SEPTEMBER 1981
"Autumn Equinox," though not as Powerful as Hallow's Eve or Yule, held its own potent magic. For Her, however, waiting for a more auspicious date was a luxury she couldn't afford. With the threat of the Dark Lord looming overhead, she knew she had to act swiftly to protect her son, Harry, regardless of the calendar.
Preparations for the ritual had been meticulous, every detail accounted for with a precision born of desperation. She had no way of knowing when the Dark Lord would find them, and she couldn't risk waiting until a more powerful magical date. So, with resolve steeling her nerves, she took matters into her own hands.
A subtle dose of sleeping draught slipped into James's whisky had made her task easier, allowing her to work undisturbed as her husband slept soundly. Now, with everything in place and the clock ticking steadily toward the appointed hour, Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
As the clock struck seven, she moved with purpose, placing Harry gently within the confines of the ritual circle. With each word of the ancient incantation that spilled from her lips, She felt the magic surge around her, infusing the air with a palpable energy.
Halfway through the chant, her voice took on an otherworldly quality, resonating with power as the runes of the ritual magic began to glow with an ethereal light. Her hands moved with practiced precision as she made the necessary sacrifices, each item offered up with a heavy heart and a whispered prayer.
As the final sacrifice was made, the ritual circle erupted in a dazzling display of golden light, the runes swirling around Harry before finally dispersing into his skin. With a trembling breath, She approached her son, gathering him into her arms with a sense of relief washing over her.
In that moment, as she held Harry close, She felt a profound sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the sacrifices made and the risks taken, she knew deep in her heart that she had done everything in her power to protect her son. Now, all that remained was to wait for the Dark Lord's inevitable approach, knowing that he would find only his own downfall waiting for him.