Lily
She felt it before he heard it. Call it a mother’s instinct but she knew he would cry as soon as she placed him in the crib yet she did it anyway then he cried and reached out for her. Almost as if he didn’t want her to let go.
“Oh Harry what am I to do with you?” She chuckles despite how tired she is, she loves this kid. She picks him up bouncing him to calm him down and sits in her chair sighing heavily.
“Shh it’s okay, it’s okay. Mommy’s here” She whispers to him. Yes she’s aware he can’t understand so what he’s her kid she’s going to talk to him when he’s crying. Harry finally settles down yet he’s not going to bed anytime soon. As she’s holding him in her arms looking at the door she can’t shake the feeling of something being off. Maybe it’s the fact that her baby was just crying or maybe it’s the fact that she can’t hear James. Now that she’s thinking about it it’s quiet. Too quiet she can’t hear anything. It’s like time has stopped and it’s just her and Harry.
Then she felt it a horrible sense of dread washing over her. She hadn’t felt this since Marlene had died. Oh, oh no. She wants to call out. She needs to hear James but she can't, her voice dies in her throat. She can’t move, she can’t scream. She’s stuck in this chair with her son. Then she heard him.
“Peter, I wasn’t expecting you. '' She felt unexpected relief at hearing her husband's voice. He’s alive and still in the house. She isn’t alone with Harry. Wait did he say who she thought he said. Peter? Why would Peter be here? Unless something terrible did happen. No no she can’t handle it, not another one. After Marlene had passed they went into hiding. For Peter to show up here unannounced. He must have news, it can't be just anyone in the order either. Who was it? Remus? Sirius? Mary? Which one of her friends is dead. In her panic she couldn’t hear anything else. Her heart was beating in her ears, tears threatening to fall. Instinctively she holds Harry a bit closer. What would she do if she lost any of them? She can’t lose James or Harry as long as she had her boys she’d be able to make it. This war had already taken so much from her if it were to take her away from her boys she don’t know what she’d do. But James and Harry were still here she can feel Harry in her arms and can hear James downstairs. Her boys are safe. She is home.
Then she felt it. A dark presence had entered their home. They aren’t safe. Time seemed to stand still once more however this time she rose. She held Harry in her arms and gently closed and locked the nursery door. She knew she had to. She has to protect her son. But her husband is downstairs alone with a traitor and whoever else is down there. No he’s a powerful and smart wizard he can handle himself right now her priority is her son. Her son who she holds in her arms against her chest holding him and her wand like a life force. Then she heard it before it even reached her ears it was a horrible gut wrenching sound and it came from her husband.