The End

Lily

 31st of October, 1981. Approximately 2 minutes later.

She heard his body fall.

She heard his body fall.

She heard his body fall.

He was dead. And she was next.

She had tried to escape, but there was no way out, everything was protected by spells. And it was taking her too long to remove them. The invisibility cloak was gone, too. Dumbledore had taken it not too long ago. Why? Why did he have to take it? James would still be here if that old bastard hadn't said it was needed for "urgent" business. Why had she let him take it? She should have known better.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs.

Lily couldn't help but cry,  letting out everything for the last time. She would not make it past the night. That was for sure. But Harry, he would. He would be safe. She couldn't let her mind go to a place where he wasn't. She would do everything she could possibly do to keep him safe.

The door slammed open.

She threw herself in front of the crib where Harry was laying, she would not move no matter what.

The Dark Lord strode into the room and stopped before Lily. He was saying something, about how if Lily moved she would be spared. Lily wasn't listening very well. How dare he think that she would let her own child die!

She could never. Harry was her child. Her son. The person she was supposed to love unconditionally no matter what. She would never, in her whole life even think about letting him be killed. No half-decent parent would. She would stay exactly where she was.

And she would do anything to keep Harry safe. Even beg.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —"

"This is my last warning —"

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything..."

She did not leave. So she was not spared. He uttered the words "Avada kedavra".

Everything seemed to slow down.

She could think.

She didn't want to die but she was willing to because Harry meant everything to her. She had never loved someone in the same way she loved him. The love between mother and child was not like any other love out there. He would live, she thought. He would be okay. She just knew.

He would live, but Lily would not get the chance to raise him. She would not get to see him get his letter to Hogwarts, she would not get to see him have his first love, his first heartbreak, his wedding, his children, her grandchildren. She would not get to see any of that, someone else would have the honour of it all.

She would not have any more time with James. James Potter. Merlin, why couldn't she have more time with him? Why had she hated him for so long? They were supposed to have more kids together, get a dog together, grow old together. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives. But now they wouldn't.

James had been so brave, trying to hold Voldemort off, he walked directly into death and didn't even make a noise. He didn't scream or shout. He just took it. It's not like he would've done anything else, anyway. James Potter had too much pride to do such a thing, even if he wanted to. Lily had pride as well, quite a lot of it. But at that moment, seconds before death, she decided that she would scream. Scream as loud and as hard as she could, so she could scream for James and she could scream for herself, so she could scream for everyone that evil man had killed, so she could scream at the fact that she would die without making up to her sister, without saying goodbye to Remus or Sirius. She would scream for everyone.

And as that spell headed towards her.

She screamed.