Inhuman! Lily/Harry, Creature! Lily/Harry
As Voldemort fires the Killing Curse, Lily Potter does not run. She stands firm, unyielding to the forces that would move her.
She had begged and parleyed for the life of her child, but the monster had not cared to barter with her. She’s followed the old laws, and the monster has not. This is her last chance to save her son.
It would be too simple for her to bring an end to the monster in front of her and save her own life. Simple, that is, if forfeiting the life of her only child would be an acceptable consequence. It isn’t, and it never would be. Not for Lily.
She would see the only child of her flesh and blood live on, no matter the cost. She’s followed the rules: she has offered chances, offered trade, and begged for mercy. By his denial, he has ensured her son’s survival and his own defeat.
Even though she has but a moment, Lily Potter does not run when the bolt of green comes for her. She stands in front of her son, one final protection, and allows the monster to kill her and set in motion his own destruction.
Lily had always known she was different. Different from her parents and sister; different from her friends at Hogwarts; different than any witch or wizard she’d ever met. It was in the how easy she could call her magic to her, far easier than any she’d ever met; in the unusual shape of her eyes, so wide they seemed almost unnatural; in the way that she never fell ill, but the touch of iron left rashes on her skin. She’d learned, in these last months, what made her so different; what made her son different.
The difference her son had inherited from her would save him from the monster before them, though she knows it will cost her life.
This is what Voldemort does not know, in that moment: to take the life of a child of the fae, even a half child such as her, was a grave sin against the realm. There is one thing worse: to take the life of someone who’d offered trade and pleaded for mercy to protect an innocent. To the fae, there is no greater crime. The fae do not forget those who have wronged them. They do not show mercy to those who have done the unforgiveable.
The instant the life leaves her bones, the kin she’d never had the chance to know learned of her death. Just as they knew she existed, even if they didn’t know where, they knew she’d followed the old laws and been slain. They learned of the monstrosity that took her from them and would take her son if he had his way. Their kin would not let this stand.
The wizarding world said that the worst thing one could ever do was to anger a goblin.
Voldemort would soon learn that crossing the fae was far, far worse than that.