inside on weak knees. The talisman, though, settled beneath Harry's skin, just like the Sowilo rune had.
Trust, but prepare for the worst.
Lily trusted her ancestors more than she did the empty promise of a mortal man.
…
A month later, on Hallowe'en, Lily's life was cut down mercilessly while Voldemort's body crumbled to ashes.
"He'll be protected with Lily's blood," Dumbledore said while leaving Harry on Petunia's doorstep. The moment he was gone, a shadow coalesced out of autumn leaves. A man, with dark hair and moonlight in his eyes.
"Come, my child," he said and smiled.
When morning came, the child was gone.
The hunters had taken their own.