Being a mother was tiring but amazing and Lily Evans Potter would not trade it for anything in the world, anything except to be a mother in a time where there was not a war and there was no mad man hunting her baby. How she wished that it could be true, that Harry could grow up in a world where Voldemort was not after him and as she watched her son brave the trials that life had put out for him, her heart broke even though all she could feel when she saw Harry was love. Love and immense pride for her baby boy who was forced to grow up way too fast. Yes, he had had the life that books could be written about, how Lily had wished for a life like that, yet she wished his part was that of a hero who did not have to pull through such pains. Granted it could be worse, but she did not want her baby boy to suffer even a bit. The very fact that he suffered was unacceptable and maybe this was why she did what she did. She made a deal. With the devil.
Not really, since Death wasn't exactly the Devil but it was still a very scary deal with an extremely powerful and by associating frightening being who with his power could ruin her life and all those whom she loved including James and Harry.
"Lily Potter, are you ready to do this? Take this chance? You know what you will be risking," Death said in a grave yet pleasant voice. It reminded her of her grandfather to an extent and a part of her was really sorry to leave behind the people she loved who had died, but she had to do this. She had to do this for James and for Harry. For Sirius, who had become the brother she never had. Remus, her best friend. Sev, her first friend. Peter, an innocent boy broken down to a cowardly rat. Petunia, her sister who was haunted by hate. She had to do this and thus Lily Evans nodded and sealed her fate.
When her eyes opened, she was back and eleven again.
A/N- This is a Jilly fic. Thanks for reading. Also a very Happy Birthday to Lily Evans.