Lily Evans awoke with a sudden start, her eyes were wide open and her heart was pounding ferociously. A cold, stiff wave of frozen dread washed over her lean figure, as her pale, emerald orbs penetrated the opposite wall. She had heard something outside - the sound of a heavy footfall. With an expression of pure tense & suspicioun, she briskly turned to awaken the sleeping figure next to her.

“James,” she whispered sharply, her clammy hand resting on his shoulder. She watched his eyes blink rapidly, as she realised that he had only been feigning sleep.

“Lily?” he questioned, reaching towards his ecru horn-rimmed glasses on the bedside table, before turning to adress her with a fixed expression. “Are you okay?”

“He’s here,” said Lily quietly, her ears now trained upon the sound of suave footsteps approaching. She felt James automatically snap out of the bed beside her, and walk audibly across the tilt wood planks of the room towards a small, white crib in the corner. He reached down and picked up a tiny bundle of pale blankets, before returning to Lily’s side of the bed.

“Take Harry,” he said shortly, pulling Lily out of her reverie.

Lily held out her arms dumbly and felt the squirming baby being placed into them. She hugged the baby close to her chest as she gazed up at her husband. Tall, strong, and brave, she trusted him more than anything in the world.

“James,” she whispered softly, and suddenly she paused, she didn’t know what to say. James looked at her through blemished eyes that had aged with worry, since the forces of the Voldemort had become so intense. Lily missed the light & mischievous gleam that had once shown in his deep, hazel eyes. He leaned down and touched her cheek gently.

“Be brave,” he said quietly, and swiftly went downstairs. Lily stared blankly after him. She knew what he was doing: securing the valuables. They had practiced this so many times, gone over the procedures over and over again. Dumbledore had insisted that they do so; once news of the dreaded prophecy had reached his ears.

As James came back into the room, after a few minutes, Lily faintly heard the double dead-lock on the gate outside of their yard snap with impatience. Someone was outside, fighting their way through the enforced magical barriers. James briskly came towards her, obviously having heard it as well, and before she could say anything, he had pulled her towards him and pressed his lips against hers, hard. The warmth of his lips melted the numbness of her own.

“Lily,” he said softly, as they broke away reluctantly. “I love you. I always have. Please, listen to me. You need to run. Right now — I’ll hold him off.”

“W-what?” asked Lily, her eyes wide and full of fear. This wasn’t part of what they had practiced. James was supposed to lead with her. He wasn’t supposed to stay behind. “What are you talking about, James? You’re coming with me.”

“Lily,” said James desperately, his hands holding her slouched shoulders in a tight grip. “I’m going to hold him off. You must run. Take Harry and leave through the backdoor. You’ll find it open.”

“No, that wasn’t what we had planned,” said Lily, now panicking. She had gotten out of bed and was now staring hard at James with a burning pang of hurt reflecting through her eyes. She was frantic & completely taken aback. “No. No, James, I won’t leave you.”

“Lily,” groaned James, closing his eyes for a second before peeling them open again. “We don’t have much time. This is what Dumbledore and I planned. You have to go. Go. Now. I’m going to head him off.”

He gazed down lovingly at the girl that he had loved since the day he met her. She was desperately clinging onto him with one hand, the other wrapped firmly around the soft, living weight in her arms, afraid to let go.

“James,” she whispered softly, clutching his shirt tightly. He could now see the unshed tears in her swollen, red eyes. “Please... Please don’t do this.”

The tears in her eyes were killing him. Each one, that trickled down her pale face pierced his very heart; but he knew he had to follow through on this. It was Dumbledore’s & Harry's only hope. He couldn’t just abandon the plan now. He gently kissed his wifes' forehead before he spoke calmy.

“Lily,” he said sullenly. “I have to. Dumbledore’s counting on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Lily, struggling to connect her words through the stream of tears that were serenting her cheeks. She slightly shifted the baby in her hands before looking up at James. The grave look he gave her made her cry even more. She could tell that he was determined & mind-fixed. He was going to stay and fight no matter what she said. The thought made her cry harder. She could do nothing to stop him from facing the jaws of death.

“Please go,” said James, closing his eyes, summoning up his courage. “I have to do this. Remember, I love you.”

And with that, he turned to exit the cold room.

“James,” said Lily called softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. She sensed him stop abruptly at the doorway and slowly turn his head in her direction. “I love you too.”

The last three words were uttered so low, that even Lily had trouble hearing them come out from herself. Her tears were now choking her throat, making her voice crack into several octaves. But James had heard her. He slowly turned around, tears springing in his own eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“Oh, Lily,” he said, striding back to where she was standing, head bent, a defeated look on her face. “Lils, I love you, too. You know I always have. Ever since the day I met you…” And he bent down for one last kiss. As they slowly pulled away, Lily could feel the hot breath of her husband on her forehead.

“Lily, please remember that I love you ever so dearly,” he said, and he slowly backed away from her, his arms slowly letting go of the woman he had worshipped for so long. His eyes seemed to be lost in hers, his heart felt like a heavy stone. “Please,” his eyes pleaded. “Please don’t forget.”

“I won’t,” said Lily softly, and suddenly the intensity of the situation hit her. Never again could she run into those comforting arms. Never again could she hear that warm voice that made her world spin. As she watched James slowly but determinedly make his way to the open doorway yet again, she heard him briefly whisper, “I love you, Harry. I love you so much, that it hurts like hell. Be brave.”

And with that, he left. Lily felt rooted to the spot. She knew that she was supposed to sneak out the back exit, but somehow James’ last statement had hit her hard. Harry...

Lily looked down at the small, now squirming, bundle in her arms. Her little baby. She loved him so much. She bent her head slightly and planted a small, wet kiss on the infant's forehead. And then two more on each of his cheeks. She swore to never let anyone hurt him.

Suddenly, an ear splitting explosion cracked through her thoughts.

The door of her house had literally blasted open a second later, and the impact had caused her to stumble. Suddenly, she realized that she was supposed to be running. She shouldn’t still be here. The blood rushed back into her legs as Lily ran quickly towards the door. She reached out for the knob, when suddenly she hearda foreign voice that chilled her very soul.

"EXPELLIARMAS!”

James. He was in trouble.

Lily’s heart pounded. How could she just stand here while James was downstairs fighting him? Hadn’t she vowed at her wedding to help him whenever she could? She couldn’t just leave him there! She loved him. With a burst of adrenaline, Lily started sprinting down the stairs, Harry still in her arms. When all of a sudden -

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Lily froze in mid-step. A million years seemed to pass in the moments her eyes widened with intense fear.

No. No, it couldn't be. Her heart pounded through her lungs, as the truth hit her hard. Her legs shook dangerously under her. Suddenly, she whipped back up the stairs and stood at the doorway to her room again. It was too late to try going out to the back door. And, anyway, the shock was much for her to handle.

She couldn’t move, it was as if she was paralyzed. Memories of her love came flooding back to her, and she was hit with a sudden, heart-breaking emotional wave she had ever experienced in her entire life. No. No, she shouldn’t be doing this. She had known it was going to involve sacrifice. She had known that it would be dangerous. But she had always thought deep inside her that James would be coming with her! She didn’t know it was going to end like this...without the love of her life.

Pulling away from her distant thoughts, Lily heard a audible creak on the first step.

He was coming up the stairs.

Lily started panicking. Her heart was in danger of breaking her ribs, her legs were shaking uncontrollibly and suddenly couldn’t support her petite body, and her eyes were drowning in water. She stumbled backwards a couple of steps, still at the doorway.

He was here. In her house. He was coming up the stairs. Lily’s head pounded with tension & anxiety. Through her antagonizing thoughts, she realised that she had just sqeezed Harry a little to tightly, as he started to loudly whine. Lily’s eyes split open, as she tried to hush the little baby. God, this couldn't be happening. Everything was falling apart. She could hear his footsteps quicken up the staircase at the sound of the baby’s high shrill.

“No. Harry, please,” whispered Lily, gripping the blankets. Her head was bent over her son’s, trying to make him calm down. She heard yet another creak, this one appeared the loudest. Her heart leapt to her throat and her knees buckled in fright.

“No!” she heard herself scream, as she threw herself back to the doorway. Her hand grabbed at the door, as she tried to slam it shut, but to no avail. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing, as she gazed at the door in utter white horror. She knew what was coming next. Her breath became harsh and her whole body was trembling. Then slowly, the door opened again, revealing the man that she had come to despise. She averted her eyes quickly from the pale, gaunt face and sinister red eyes that had haunted her for the past four years. She stumbled backwards abruptly and hugged her son tighter than ever.

“Hand over the boy,” hissed the cloaked figure. The dreaded voice sent blood-curdling chills down her weak spine. Lily’s head was spinning; she couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from anymore. Everything seemed dark and eerie. It was as if she was looking through a blur.

“No!” she screamed, hoping that she spoke in the right direction. She held Harry even closer. “No, not Harry!”

“Mudblood!” the voice hissed yet again, and Lily’s legs gave way. She stumbled over her body and blinked rapidly through wet tears, trying to orient herself. “Hand him over!”

“No!” she yelled louder, and she desperately tried to cover her baby with her dainty arms.

“Then I have no choice,” came the audible hiss. His suave voice echoed through the blackened room, as if he were discussing basics. The smoothness in his voice nauseated her. “This is your last chance, Mudblood! Hand over the boy!"

“NO!” screamed Lily louder, as her voice cracked. Her head felt like a penetrating boulder, as her eyes leaked of salty tears. “Not Harry. Please, not Harry. Take me. Take me instead.”

And she meant it. If it was to protect her little boy, Lily would gladly give herself up. And she would be reunited with her husband again...she would be able to run into those arms and find comfort and safety...and love...

If she was to die, she wanted to die right next to him...

No. No, please no. Don’t take Harry. Just don’t take Harry. Please. Please, no.

Her hair blinded her, as she stumbled around her room. The same room that she had spent many happy days with James and Harry. Her pale orbs were darting frantically around the room, in hope of finding some solace. She abruptly collided with the foot of her bed behind her, and her knees buckled, sending a sharp white pain throughout her entire body. She could sense him approaching closer. Her head pounded through the eerie darkness.

She couldn’t hear anything anymore. She couldn’t even see. All she could feel was the soft bundle of blankets in her arms. Harry...

Hot tears spilled out of her blind eyes. Blind, not because of any curse, but sightless because of what had happened, what she had heard, what she had witnessed. Everything was falling apart. Her world was crashing to her feet. The only thing she had left was her little boy.

“No. No, not Harry. PLEASE!” She choked through rapid tears.

She was now pleading with him. Her dignity had fallen so low. She was actually begging to the man who had ruined so many lives. Her eyes were flooding with tears of shame, loss, and...love. The bundle close to her chest started squirming yet again, screaming and crying even harder than before. Her ears burned with fire at the sound. Her little baby was crying... And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Harry’s cries suddenly fell silent, and darkness pressed in around her.

It was all over. The story of her life had come to a close finish...

Her last breath echoed into eternity.

“James...”
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