Doe
Had anyone told Lily she would be standing in a house, head over heels in love with and married to James Potter, with their child, she would have scoffed and called them mad. But here she was, and even in the darkest of times they were facing, she couldn’t think of a place she would rather be.
She smiled, watching Harry giggling as James tossed him in the air. An enchanted camera was floating in the room, capturing the moment.
It had been a week since they had seen Sirius, when they had switched secret keepers. It had been a week and a half since anyone had seen Remus, who had been sent on another mission with the packs, and Lily couldn’t help but wish they could share more than just photographs. She missed her best friend.
Shaking her head, she focused back on her husband and son. They were so startlingly alike and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Mama!” Harry cooed, extending his hands towards her. She smiled and hugged her boys tight, her twin suns.
And then the blaring of broken wards came crashing through the house.
No, she thought desperately.
Setting Harry in his crib she raced into the hall where James had already run out and was standing at the top of the stairs. They shared a frantic, panicked look. They wouldn’t have much time, she knew, and it was all Lily could do not to break down.
“James,” she whispered shakily.
She saw the moment he made his choice, his face flashing with determination.
“Lily! Take Harry and go. It’s him! I’ll hold him off!” His voice was frantic as he struggled to keep his fear at bay.
“James…”
She wanted to scream, beg him not to go. But Harry. Harry was the priority and she knew that they would both die before they let anything happen to him.
“I love you,” she said fiercely. She saw the words reflected on his face before they both took off in opposite directions.
Back in Harry’s room, she picked up her son, cradling him as she held back tears.
“Shh love,” she whispered to him, “It’ll all be just fine.” His tiny arms wrapped around her neck and she choked back a sob. “Harry. Harry, Mama loves you. Dada loves you.”
A resounding thud echoed through the house and this time, Lily couldn’t hold back her scream of anguish, knowing that James was gone. Harry started to cry and she tried to calm him as she trembled.
The sound of soft footsteps approaching the door was the only warning she got before it was blasted off its hinges. She set Harry down in his crib, standing in front of it in a protective stance, trying to exude more confidence than she felt, as Voldemort came into the room, concealed under his cloak.
“Lily Potter,” he spoke, voice a soft hiss. “My quarrel is not with you. Step aside.”
“No,” she spoke desperately. “Not Harry, not Harry. Please not Harry.”
“Stand aside you foolish girl,” he hissed, “Stand aside now.”
“Not Harry, please no. Take me, kill me instead!” she begged.
Shrill laughter filled the room, “Foolish girl. Avada Kedavra!”
And for the second time that night, green light flooded the windows of Godric’s Hollow.
Lily Evans Potter fell, terror etched on her face, the terrified cries of her son the last thing she heard.