~Hello anyone reading this fic! So this is my first time writing fanfiction, so please don't be overly critical! Constructive criticism is always welcome though! I'm sorry for any spelling and or grammar errors. I've reread everything but sometimes I don't catch things! Anyways, here's the first chapter! Happy reading!~

Chapter One

Dying really isn't difficult. It doesn't hurt, and it happens quickly. It's in the moments before death that lasts for eternity. As I stand before Voldemort, shielding my son with my body, I break down the moments before death.

First, is when you grieve. You grieve for your lost husband, the only man you ever loved, your whole world. There's just something about your husband, especially when you're as madly in love with him as I am, that makes it ten times worse that he's dead. It's like someone ripped out my still beating heart and stabbed it a few times in front of me for good measure. What's worse is that James died trying to save Harry and I. And I failed him.

You also grieve for all your friends and family. How are they going to handle you being gone? You want to tell them everything is going to be alright, that it's okay, but you'll never be able to. Oh, Sirius. It's going to be hardest for him. James was closer to him than any brother. James was his only family for the longest time. They were practically twins. But Remus is going to be physically hurt the most. I know Padfoot can handle Remus during his transformations, but he's kind of clumsy and not as large as James in stag form. James had the easiest time handling werewolf Remus.

Second, is when you think of love. You think of everyone you love and you basically try and push all of your love into them. I think of the only three people left that I love; Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Harry. My darling baby Harry. I can't think of James anymore. It hurts too much. So I break off a piece of my unfathomable love and I shove it at Remus and at Sirius. I wish for them to stay safe, and to get through this relatively easy. Harry needs them now. And after I spare a few moments thinking about them. I turn my attention to Peony Adams, Alice Longbottom, and Jaymee Meadows. They're either dead or beyond rational thought, but I spare them a moment. I'm running out of time. I turn my thoughts back to Harry. My love grows ten fold as I think of him. I try to force all of my love into Harry, so he'll never feel alone or scared or touched by evil. So he'll always have friends and people who care for him. Most of my time is up now and that's why one quarter of my brain moves on.

Thirdly, your life flashes before your eyes. It starts from the first memory you have any recollection of. And as your mind flies through all of your days on earth it slows down on a particular moment, maybe a little bit before a life changing moment. Everything becomes slower and slower until as your eyes close for the last time, that one quarter of your mind brings the memories forward into your brain, and begins to relive your greatest moments.

So as three quarters of my brain thinks of Harry and all of my love for him, one quarter of my mind is bringing my memories for me. And as Voldemort raises his wand, and he utters those two last words that will end it all, I close my eyes.

~Hello again! So I hoped you liked this chapter! I know my writing style is very different than others on but I hope you enjoyed this none the less! It's my first time writing in first person, so I apologize if it's not all that good. Anyways, if you could leave a review that would be fabulous! Thanks for reading!

~Lily