Godric's Hollow 1981

                                    

                                          
   TW: 
  Character death. 
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Remus paced up and down the length of the hospital room, his head buried in his hands. 
   Too much was at stake. Fawn was still bound to a bed, too weak to do much of anything. Remus could lose everything that night. 
    Instead of taking Neville and Harry out in silly costumes, knocking on neighbors doors and shouting "trick or treat!" the toddlers were stuck in hiding waiting for the light of death to fall among them. 
    Lily was probably panicking as the boys delivered the news Fawn had just told them. Sirius and James were most-likely putting protection charms all over the small home in Godric's Hollow. Peter was probably just as Remus was now, waiting for disaster to strike at any moment. Baby Harry was probably babbling and laughing, ignorant to the threat he was facing; ignorant to the power held in his stubby little fingers. 
  Remus would do anything to ensure his friends got out of this alive somehow. 
    The sun had set over an hour ago. The fluorescent lights buzzed and crackled overhead. Fawn was doing everything in her power not to succumb to the brewing panic attack. There was nothing she could do now. 
   Lily and James were powerful, they could get out of this. Harry had survived the first time, he surely would survive again. Voldemort was falling once and for all that night no matter what else happened. The war was over and no one even knew it yet. 
   James and Lily had their wands this time. They had Sirius and Peter with them. The invisibility cloak was still in their possession. There was no traitorous best friend. Their chance of survival was exponentially higher than it had been in the original timeline. 
   Fawn just hated that she had to be stuck in a bed during all of this. She hated that her voice was non-existent now. She hated that her limbs ached and burned when once she had been so strong. She hated that even though the wizarding world would be saved, she may have to suffer mentally and physically for the rest of her life. 
   There were three hours till midnight. 
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    Lily held Harry close to her as the boys rushed around placing protection charms over the home. 
   James had the invisibility cloak clutched firmly in his left hand, ready to throw to Lily when Voldemort came knocking. 
    Sirius and Peter worked together, muttering encouragement to each other as they did so. 
   There were abandoned dinner plates on the kitchen table. Harry's bottle had spilled from when Lily jumped up in shock upon the boys' arrival. A candle flickered in the living room, threatening to be extinguished. The house was a mess but the visitor the Potters were expecting wouldn't care about that. 
   The wards hissed and cracked a few minutes later as midnight neared. 
   James looked to his wife, a panicked and determined expression on his face. They had mere seconds to act. He threw the cloak to her. 
   The cloak had been in his family's possession for centuries. There were countless memories attached to the silky, silver fabric. James hated to think that the last memory he may have of the cloak would be having his wife hide from death. According to the stories from Beedle the Bard though, that was what the first Invisibility cloak was made for anyway. At least this family heirloom usage was coming full circle.