This one-shot is unedited, but tbh none of my work is ever edited :P

This fic is all about Lily so enjoy my take on what could've happened in a very distant parallel world. Whoop!

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She had always done her best.

But her best was not enough.

It was never enough.

For there her body laid across the floor of the nursery, her beloved Harry defenseless against the monster that tore her soul from her cooling corpse.

Lily Potter née Evans was dead and so was her husband.

But Lily had not fought to find her place in the wizarding world, had not fought to gain her rights as a muggleborn in a place of discrimination, had not fought to prove her worth against the pureblood elitists as a powerful and capable witch of high standing, had not fought to protect her family in a war torn world of misery and death, to let it all amount to nothing in the span of minutes.

There was no fucking way in hell she was letting old snake face touch her baby, not even over her cold, dead body.

Lily Potter was the brightest witch of her age and there was very little she wasn't willing to learn when faced with a whole new world of magic to explore. Lily had learned about magic and she had learned it well. Soul magic was nothing in comparison to the endless runic rituals she forced herself to learn in her fervor for knowledge.

James had known about her obsession for information, loved her for it, and left the Potter Archives at her tender mercy with a smile and a swooping bow. Such treasured, indispensable knowledge ready at her disposal. Such power.

And she used it all for her beloved baby.

Lily felt the swell of magic rise, each rune meticulously carved into the walls with her raw magic glowing with the very essence of her soul. She felt the whispers of the dead, empowered by the open Veil of All Hallow's Eve, of Samhain, grow, congregating around her bodiless form.

Emerald eyes glowed the ethereal green of death and unsurmountable power, unseen by those tied to the Living, unseen by All. Blood red hair danced along the windless air, flowing like tendrils seeking prey. Pale, translucent skin burned the light of a nova, bright and unconfined.

Standing before her weeping son, Lily was the very embodiment of the angel of Death.

There was a flash of green and Lily suddenly found herself holding the very spell that had ended her in the palm of her hand. Time seemed to stop as she regarded the magic that reflected the green of her eyes and that of her darling Harry's.

Such a pretty color, and yet so dangerous.

Lily slowly walked up to the frozen form of her murderer, his outstretched wand just a hair's breath from touching her chest, though she knew better than to misjudge the height. The Unforgivable spell was aimed at her baby.

Lily felt all her anger, her pain and desperation wash away into a soothing calm that wrapped around her like a cloak.

She gingerly pulled her green fist back, and like the strong and fearless woman her parents had raised her up to be, she swung her fist forward and punched the snake faced bastard square in the face.

Watching as the green transferred from her hand and into Voldemort's face with a vindictive glimmer in her bright emerald eyes, Lily Potter née Evans gleefully intoned, "Avada. Kedavra."

Time unfroze and with one last loving look towards her beloved Harry, Lily's spirit was swept away in the explosion of unadulterated magic and the Dark Lord's agonized screams of anguish and horror.

"Mommy loves you Harry. Always."

There was silence.

And a baby's wail broke it.