He is her son and she would rather die a thousand times than let anything happen to him. Even as she can hear them fighting, downstairs—Oh God, not him, please, not him, not now, James—she still rocks him, singing through her fears, singing him to sleep.
A yell, a curse, and green light flares under the door. Footsteps on the stair.
She sings through her tears.
Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you till the end of time.
A voice, calling her, cruel, high, laughing.
Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day.
—Sweetheart, she whispers through the song as hand closes around the knob –sweetheart, I have to go now. But I love you. I love you forever, no matter what. So does Daddy. We will always be here, no matter how far away we seem. Just look behind you and we will be there.
The door opens. She kisses his forehead and then pulls out her wand.
There's no mountain too high, no river too wide, sing out this song and I'll be there by your side.
—I am ready for you. Not him. He is never for you.
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I love you until the end of time.
He raises his wand. There is a flash of green.
Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day.
Harry awakes.