Author's Note: First Fanfic. Reviews are appreciated even if it is critisim. Plot is mine. Characters are JKR's
The Forest Again
(Lily Potter's POV)
My eyes were closed but I could tell we were there. The smell of the forest I had visited so long ago fills my nostrils and makes me want to gag. I open my eyes; they glow in the dark as James puts it. I now direct my attention to the young boy with messy black hair, round, black framed glasses, a lightning bolt shaped scar, and bright green almond shaped eyes. My eyes.
He looks at each of us in turn lastly me. His eyes stop on me and he looks at me like he will never see me again. It brakes my heart. He seems to be at loss for words for a moment. It scares me how much he looks like James and yet he doesn't.
"We are so proud of you" I say not telling myself to.
"I'm sorry...I never meant for any of you to die."He turns to Remus now. "Right after you had your son Remus, I'm sorry."
"And I am sorry too. Sorry he will never get to know me."
All attention is on Harry. Harry James Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The boy who is famous for surviving the curse that killed his parents and thousands of others.
A tear falls down my face now. Silver and glistening like the Black Lake very close to us. James reaches to wipe it away but I stop him. I don't want him to bother me. I want his attention on my baby boy infront of us.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, in his opinion, childishly.
"Dying, not at all" Sirius chuckles. Sirius, the one that was supposed to be there for Harry but couldn't because of Pettigrew. The traitor.
A twig snaps. My head shoots up to look for the source only to realize it was Harry. I see two death eaters looking around for the cause too. But little do they know that it was my son's foot stepping on a delicate twig that caused an echo to disturb the silence. If I had a living heart, it would be beating a mile a minute now that my son's death was so close. He would soon be with James and myself. 'But he's too young' I say whenever James tells me it will have to end this way. Tears are falling freely now. Faster than when I was about to die myself.
"Will you stay with me"
"To the very end" James replies with conviction.
I know my boy has plenty of courage but it is not enough to last through this. It has dwindled down to nearly nothing. We begin to walk. My son leads the way under James's invisibilty cloak and follows the death eaters. We enter a clearing now. It looks like spiders had lived here at one point. There he is. The sadistic bastard that killed my family. Almost all of it. Rage builds up inside of me and I try not to scream at him for what he has done.
"Harry Potter." He says almost mockingly "The Boy Who Lived."
His wand is pointed at Harry now. Voldemort tilts his head to one side as if wondering what will happen if he proceeds. 'All this time Albus has been raising him for slaughter. Severus was right.' I just want to run infront of him and protect him from whatever that son of a bitch is going to do to him. 'Just like I did before.'
'Just like you did before Lily' James seems to read my mind as he glances at me then back to Harry. Voldemort extends his arm out and says the two words. The words. The words that cause so much pain. Well, not physical pain..........but emotional.
"No! Not Harry!" I scream at the top of my lungs. But it's too late no one even heard as Harry, my precious baby drops to the forest floor dead, his emerald eyes closed. I will hopefully see them when I open mine again, but I don't. Instead, I'm back to my 'home' and I'm dead. Harry is not with me. 'I've got to see Dumbledore.'
'Goodbye Harry'
