AN: Tamwyn does not own Harry Potter. Tamwyn came up with this idea in Creative Writing, where we were handed an object and told to write a story with that object in it. My object was a dirty pink sponge. I don't like my teacher very much...
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Prologue
"I can't take it anymore." Lily Evans Potter spoke suddenly, stepping out of the kitchen at Godric's Hollow. "I…I just can't."
James Potter looked up from his fifteen month old son, attention shifting to his wife. "What is it, Lils? What can't you take anymore?"
He gasped as he laid eyes on his normally calm, cool, and collected love. Her red hair, normally straight and sleek, was uncombed and wild. Her beautiful green eyes shone with an inner light, one James had never seen before. A dirty pink sponge was clutched in the death grip of one white knuckled fist, dripping wash water on the clean floor.
"I'm sorry, James. It's just…" Lily said, walking over to her infant son. She pressed the index finger of her free hand lightly to his chest, sighed, and then stood back.
"Is it Harry?" James asked, worry shining in hazel eyes.
"No, it isn't. It's just…"
James stood up, intending to hug his distraught wife. She backed away from him.
"What is it? What is happening?" James asked, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
Lily looked down at her son once more. "No matter what," she whispered, "know that I love you. I will always love you. I'm sorry."
She walked back in the direction of the kitchen, sponge still dripping water. She turned, looked at her husband, and raised the arm holding the sponge straight out in front of her.
She dropped the sponge.
James followed it with his eyes as it fell, watching as it hit the floor with a wet splat. He looked up at his wife, but she had vanished, seemingly into thin air.
"Lily?" James cried out. He laid Harry down on the sofa where he had been sitting, and rushed to find his wife. "Where are you, Lily?"
James never noticed one long, smooth grey feather fall softly to the floor. He never noticed Harry's chest glow where Lily had touched him. And he never noticed as Voldemort killed him with two words and a pointed wand before scooping up his infant son.