The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Praying and Crying

James Potter knew the moment it happened. He could feel the uneasy peace in the air as the magic that had been holding him dropped him to the ground. He didn't hesitate, throwing open the kitchen door, already a sob in his throat.

And there she was.

Like sleeping beauty lay Aveline Rosier, her blonde hair sprawled out around her in careful waves, blue eyes shining up in the ceiling, void of any life. A soft glimmer, like the way the sun hits the reflection of a pond on a sunny day, ran through her body.

"No, no no no no."

The words came from James's gut— the way words do when you are wishing to the heavens to undo something that's impossible to out run. He raced towards her, dropping next to her in an defeated slump.

For a moment all he could was stare. Stare at the face that used to be so full of radiant, with her witty smile and an effortless laugh.

He thought if he just stared enough, her eyes would flicker with life once again, and she'd be laughing at him— telling him this was some sort of elaborate prank. This didn't make sense. Aveline Rosier was larger than life. She was young. She was brilliant. She was full of life and had years worth of memories waiting for her in the future. She couldn't be dead just like that.

Though in his gust, James knew she was gone. He could feel it, running through his body. Like the absence of water in a barren river canal.

You don't turn the Dark Lord to dust and come out unharmed. She was dead.

His sister— the stupidly annoying blonde girl who he always thought would be by his side— had left this earth just for him and his family to survive.

He heard the creak of steps, and he looked up to see the look of his dear wife, her face ghostly pale as she clutched Harry to her chest. Tears already forming in her lovely green eyes as she looked from James, to the dead body laying on their living room rug.

"She's gone," the words out of James mouth were broken and dragged, as if his brain physically didn't want him to say them.

"No, no she can't be," Lily gulped, rushing over to her husbands side.

There reactions were similar, for it seemed impossible that such a radiant young soul with a whole life ahead of her to live was gone.

Death was hard. One of those things that no matter how much we know it'll take the ones we love, it always seems to blindside us. As if we thought that  by some chance we'd outrun one of the only things we all have in common.

Though young death was arguably the worst type. Not just the loss of a life, but a loss of future. The loss of a million things they'll never do, a million people they'll never meet, and a million laughs they'll never get to have.

Aveline Rosier's life seemed to be just becoming, and here she was, laying on the living room floor— stolen from it all.

James and Lily Potter didn't know how long they stayed like that on the floor. Clutching onto each-other in a way they couldn't even describe.

Lily didn't even need to ask what happened, in her heart she knew— Aveline Rosier gave up her life for them, and it made her heart break just a little more.

It wasn't till the auror's came, though shocked and disturbed themselves, dragging the Potter family out of the house to deal with the body, that any of them moved.

Even then they just stood in the middle of the street, holding on another as they watched the people in uniforms walk in and out there house.

James thought his heart hurt already, though nothing could get worse then this ache ripping through his body.