My first HP fic…. The End will be a series about the thoughts of characters as they die and a bit of their backstory.
First chappie is James Potter.
His round glasses slightly askew, he yelled for his wife to run.
Many emotions ran through him as he saw the black robes of Lord Voldemort flutter in his doorway. Fear, that his Lily-flower and his son wouldn't make it out in time; betrayal, that Peter Pettigrew revealed their location. But then, he should've seen it coming. After all, his animagus form was a rat, wasn't it?
He was also determined, determined to face Voldemort even though his wand was in the kitchen and he couldn't curse old Voldie. But after all, the duty to his wife and his son came first, and their safety was of utmost importance.
James Potter knew he was going to die and he accepted that fact, only hoping that his family would make it out in time and that they would survive. As the Dark Lord said those two words to end his life, his only regret was that he didn't make sure his family was safe, away from the monstrosity that was Voldemort.