Lily
Lily clutched her child in her arms. Her heart beating in her throat. Sorrow already carving out her insides. James was going to die. Voldemort had found them. Betrayal was a burning ugly thing in her chest. Peter.
Peter had told him. She knew he’d always been the third wheel. The one always forgotten. Yet she had always tried to include him, just like Remus had. How could he damn her and an innocent child to death because of a grudge. She hated him with every nerve in her body.
The adrenaline lunged her up the wooden stairs. Harry not even feeling heavy as she ran. James gave up his life to save theirs.
Heard James body thump to the ground. Knew he was dead. A heavy ache settled in her heart. Grief. A familiar feeling by now.
The door of the nursery locked shut. She put Harry down in the cradle. His eyes were big and emerald green, her eyes. The black hair even more rumpled than usual from James playing with him.
Her beautiful boy. She may never see him again. He had to live. No matter what happened to her he couldn’t die. Not her child. She loved him with every piece of her battered heart.
The door swung open revealing the bald monster in a dark cloak. She could see every blue vein under his sickly grey skin. His nose nowhere to be seen, just two snake like slits. Those gleaming red eyes pinned her.
She spread her arms wide, shielding Harry. “Not Harry! Please not Harry” she pleaded. “Step aside you silly girl” Voldemort ordered. She did no such thing. She pleaded and pleaded.
Offered herself in Harry’s place. Remus and Sirius would look after him with Mary as a loving aunt. No matter how much the possibility hurt. That he would grow up without her. Wouldn’t know her. But he would grow up.
Sirius and Remus would take care of him, she was certain.
A flash of green light and her vision faded. Going black.