He's standing in front of you, Death himself. Or at least as close to death as you possibly can get. He's got his wand out, what is he saying? Last words? All you know that James is gone, and all hope is gone for you and Harry too. If James is dead, how can there be any hope? But you have to try, try for the little bundle in the crib behind you, something, someone, that you might love more than James. Harry.
You beg, please no, not Harry, please, NO, I'll do anything, but it's all for nothing. Death laughs.
Last words before it's too late.
"I love you.", to the little bundle behind you, too small to know about the hope that has been lost. A perfect, salty tear drips from your eye, down your cheek, and off your chin.
A mother's love triumphs all, but you never know that.