Thread open to everyone! Characters: Lily Potter, Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort, The Order of the Phoenix, The Death Eaters, NPC's, you name it and they are here! Date: January 2nd, 2000 Location: Brenwood, Essex; London (various locations) Rating: R for violence/language Summary: Voldemort finally makes a move that could change everything. Status: In progress
It was cold. That was Lily Potter's primary thought as she apparated into a narrow alleyway between The Headley (the restaurant where she was meeting her son) and some sort of run down closed up old record shop. Snow was falling heavily today, a sharp wind whipping into the narrow space and ruffling her long red hair. Brushing it back with one mitten clad hand, Lily composed herself and stepped out of the alley, eyes darting up and down the street.
Lily was still adjusting to spending a lot of time outside of the safe house, and tended to be cautious to an almost overly intense degree. She had been attempting to venture out more, now that people were so spread out and her son was no longer close and in need of her care. Without James around, and many of those under the Order's protection leaving the UK all together for refuge elsewhere, well, she had to do something with her time. She had taken up knitting and cooking exotic dishes, and from time to time she went out for coffee or to a book shop (but never in London, she wasn't that daft).
Today she was meeting Harry for a bit of lunch and to just spend time together, since they hadn't seen one another in a good while. He had left on his mission for the Order, and while she missed him terribly, she knew it was what he had to do. Everyone in life had a duty and purpose, and her son was serving his, no matter how discontent it made her feel. She was trying to be chipper about their meeting, upbeat and smiling, but the looming feeling of danger that came with being out in such an open space had her faltering inside.
It just didn't feel right somehow.
Opening the door to the Headley, Lily stamped the snow off her boots and shook it off her scarf, glancing around to see if she had arrived first. Tucked in the crook of one arm was a Christmas gift for Harry, a flat heavy box wrapped in cheery red paper and tied with gold string. It was a scarp book she had put together (another new free-time activity), mostly pictures of Harry growing up and of their family when things had been happier, and much quieter. She thought it would be a nice gesture, something thoughtful he could carry with him on his travels.
Sliding off her coat, Lily sat down and opened the menu, glancing it over while she waited. The clock on the far wall struck noon, and she smiled a bit. Harry was always late, so much like his father and not at all her, always on time and usually a bit early. It was funny, sometimes, to think about how much of James and herself was in Harry, and what one saw and did not see on the surface. He was a good boy, she had raised him right, and the thought made her smile if but slightly. Perhaps the day would be just fine.