ELEANOR RIGBY ━ lily evans. ( ✔️)

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡.

[ CHAPTER IV: THE END. ]

Nobody was left unharmed even at the beginning. Whether it be thick, horrifying drips of that scarlet liquid, the deafening screams that called for help, only to be silenced by flashes of colors nobody wanted to see. Everyone watched as the world burned before their eyes. Everyone watched as parts of themselves left, only to be replaced by pure adrenaline, which hurt them more then save them. 

Lily watched as they fell;  Lavender Brown, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey- no mercy even for the youngest souls. The thirst for blood outweighed human nature, though thirst for blood might fit into the umbrella that is human nature. Regardless- people were killed ruthlessly, smiles they once had turned into bitter frowns that would forever be painted on their faces as they died. 

She saw Hari and his friends running, their faces just as panicked as the rest. He was just a child when all the misery started, and now when it would end too. He held onto James' sad, doe eyes, ones painted with sorrow. As James had been, even though he tried to hide it. He searched through the battlefield, looking for someone. And if Lily was correct it must've been the Malfoy heir, dressed in all black to contrast his platinum hair.

Love, it was. Warm and thick, something that could drown even the most bitter people. She hadn't felt it in years. At least not romantically, of course she loved her friends to death. Ironic considering most of them were dead by now. Sirius, Remus (she assumed, she'd seen Nymphadora's crying face screaming out for vengeance on the death of her husband), James, Marlene- dead by the wayside. Reduced into nothing but corpses, bloody and bruised, corpses.

There was no need for anymore bloodshed, no more lives to be lost. No more death for her friends. None of it. And Nymphadora's was about to be delivered by her aunt.

Time moved in slow motion. Two brutal, haunting words slipping from the tongue of Bellatrix Lestrange, two running steps taken by Lily Evans, two widened eyes attached to Nymphadora Tonks, and two final breaths taken by the redhead.

Amused, bitter laughter filled the air as the green hit Lily's chest, the sweet release of death coursing through her veins. Colors dashed through her senses, before a thud banged through the earth. 

This was it. This was the end for her. Black spots haunting the edge of her vision, and a plead to stay alive. But alas, luck doesn't stay on one's side for very long, because that was when Lily Evans took her final breath. 

And there were many other ways she would have died. 

•••

Eyes, hauntingly green fluttered open. Hair clean of knots, body clean of wounds. Mind ruined and scarred. 

Ominously bright lights brought tears to her eyes as moved to sit up, a soft gentle hand helping her. A course of tingling sensations buzzed from where it had touched her. Soft skin, curved lips and dark, black locks in front of her. It wore worried eyes, harsh yet kind. A woman stood in front of her, one she hadn't seen in so many years.

And with a pained voice she spoke.

"Lily, it isn't your time yet."