Resistance

Chapter 1 - I

James stood on the lawn in front of his house. It was almost sundown, so everything was beginning to paint itself in darker colors.

James' wife, Lily, and their son were inside. She was putting the toddler to sleep. James could hear the child's laughter. Harry always laughed when Lily read him one of his favorite stories.

James, usually, sat with them and chuckle softly with Harry. Lily was an excellent storyteller. She could make the dullest stories to the most interesting thing you've heard about in the world.

But tonight, he couldn't be with them. His senses were alert. He felt like a dog hearing a supersonic wail and not knowing what to do with it. Every bone in his body was screaming to him to transform into a stag and run. Run as fast as he could carry himself.

He didn't. He was standing like a statue, looking, watching, hearing, listening...

His wife and child were in the house behind him, and there was no chance of him leaving them.

Besides, he wasn't a coward. He wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

The laughter in the house had died out. Lily must have finally managed to get the boy to sleep.

A light went on in one of the windows to his left, as it was quite dark now. James still didn't move.

In a few moments Lily would come looking for him. She'd reassure him. Tell him sweet things of love, safety and happiness and like always he'll believe her.

But for now, he stood in the now very dark yard and strained to catch something, anything. He needed to know, to be sure, that nothing would happen to his family.

The door behind him opened and he heard footsteps. A moment later Lily stood beside him.

She took his hand and squeezed it. He looked down at her and she smiled, a bit weakly, but it was still a smile.

"You feel it to, don't you?" his voice was less than a whisper, as if afraid to break the phenomenal silence of the night.

Lily nodded and squeezed his hand again. "Let's get back in. It might be safer."

This time he was the one to nod. She let go of his hand and started walking back, but for some unknown reason she stopped and looked back.

The light expression on her face turned into that of pure horror and James needed only one look of the figure standing right in front of their lawn to know his worst fears came true.

"Lily, take Harry and go!" he cried to her taking out his wand in the blink of an eye. "It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"

He heard the sound of her stumbling towards the door, but the figure on the foot of their lawn was holding its wand up as well. The door to their house slammed shut with a very loud bang.

James heard Lily try to open the door, but to no use. The figure was a few feet away from him started to laugh, a high-pitched chuckle devoid of a marines.

"I've got you now," the figure said, after it was finished laughing. "Look where your stubbornness led you. You will lose your son, your life, everything!"

While Voldemort talked, James clutched his wand, readying himself to the attack at hand. He knew Lily was doing the same, hardly listening to what the madman in front of them was saying.

That was why when Voldemort lifted his wand and shouted "Accio!" James and Lily were paralyzed with surprise and horror.

Their worst enemy was standing right in front of them, holding their son in one arm and his wand in the other, pointing it at Harry.

Lily screamed and stumbled forward. She fell to her knees at Voldemort's feet, crying.

"Not Harry!" she pleaded before James could stop her. "Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -!"

"Stand aside," Voldemort barked, sneering. "Stand aside, girl!"

Lily was sobbing and crying, but she didn't move. The Dark Lord raised his wand to point at her and it was all James needed to make a decision.

James joined his wife at the feet of the Dark Lord. He might be brave and fearless, but when it came to his wife and son he would do anything in his powers to save them.

Voldemort looked at him with his deadly crimson eyes and then he started laughing again.

The sound of Voldemort's strange laughter woke the sleeping boy in his arms. The boy's forest green eyes looked at the stranger, but he made no move or sound. None of the three adults noticed this.

"Foolish man!" said Voldemort, towering over James and Lily, emphasizing his superiority over them. "And for this you will watch your wife die." Voldemort raised his wand again.

Lily was now crying silently, whispering, "not Harry, just not Harry." James was trying to think of something, anything to do to save them.

At that particular moment, Harry raised one small hand and tugged on Voldemort's robe. The Dark Lord looked down at him, hiding his surprise. Harry giggled when he saw the face of the person holding him. He started saying things in the incoherent baby language, smiling all the while.

A thought flashed through Lord Voldemort's mind and he smiled.

"Potter, hey, Potter!"

"What?"

"You're mother's a mudblood!"

Harry snorted. "You're one to talk, your mother isn't even human."

'She's a vela, you dumbass. That makes her better than yours by - by a million!"

Harry smirked. "Nice going Malfoy. Very convincing too."

"Shut up, Potter," Draco glared.

"Yeah, right. My dad's better than yours. He's the Head of the Ministry!"

"No, he isn't! My dad's the Head of the Death Eaters, that makes him better than your dad!"

"Better at what? If he's Head Death Eater it only means he's good at torturing and that stuff, but for Head of the Ministry, you need a brain."

"That's not true! You dream about being half of what my dad is!"

"I plan on being better."

"Keep planning."

They sat in silence for a while.

"You're parents were Gryffindors and so will you," Draco finally said, smugly.

"That's low, Malfoy, even for you."

"Ha! I won! I won!" Draco chuckled gleefully.

"No you didn't! That didn't count!"

"Yes, it did."

"No, it didn't!

"Yes, it -"

"Boys!" came a female voice from the house. "Boys, are you fighting?"

"No, Mum!" called Draco and the two boys fell silent.

"So...." Harry said finally.

"Yeah," agreed Draco. "This is boring."

"That's because you insisted on going to your house," commented Harry. "My house, on the other hand..."

"Oh shut it."

" Fine."

They sat in silence, again, thinking about different things they might do.

"Hey, why won't your mum let us go to the attic?"

"They won't tell me, but I think it's because they have some torture devises, which they think I'm too young to handle."

Harry smirked. "Ever tried to sneak in?"

Draco looked scandalized. "But they said I shouldn't!"

"So?" Harry was unnerved by that comment. "They never said anything like that to me."

"They will if you ask them."

"So we don't ask them."

That thought had never occurred to Draco. He opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Think about how proud they would be if they found out that you managed to get past all the wards they must have put there," Harry knew exactly which buttons to push.

Draco's face shone with determination. "You're on."

"Knew you'll see things my way."

They got up from the grass they were sitting on and walked to the house.

They waved to Draco's mum and told her they were going to Draco's room and continued in the general direction, to fen off Narcisa.

"Listen, Draco," Harry said as they turned to go up a flight of stairs.

"What is it?"

"About what you said earlier," Harry's face was blank. He was a terrific actor and took great use of it. "Of me being sorted to Gryffindor."

"Look, you're my friend," answered Draco, a little annoyed. "I didn't mean it."

"No, it's not that, what if it really happened. Will you still be my friend?"

Draco snorted. "Probably not. I don't want a Gryffindor loser as a friend."

"Just checking."

"Don't get all remorse on me. You'll be sorted into Gryffindor over your parent's dead bodies."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, you're right. Forget I ever said that."

"Already did, mate."

"Wow."

"You can say that again."

The two boys were sitting in Draco's room. Draco was staring into space and Harry was watching Draco.

"Wow."

"I didn't mean it literally."

"Wow."

"Oh come on! Draco, get over it."

"But - but, did you see that? No wonder they wouldn't let me go up there."

Harry smirked. "Aren't you glad I convinced you to go?"

Draco turned his dazed eyes to Harry. "What am I going to do now?"

Harry's eyes widened. "You're mental! Don't even think that! We stay very, very, very quiet about it. Never even breath it to anyone."

Draco nodded, feeling dumb.

Harry exhaled in relief. "You got me going there, Malfoy. Probably the scariest moment of my life."

Draco looked surprised. "You weren't scared when you met the Dark Lord for the first time?"

Now, Harry felt superior. "Nope. Dad said I giggled," he bragged.

"Liar."

"Not!"