IPeering eyes stared out at me,

It scared me so much to think what they could see,

My throat was tight and my face was flushed,

The baby in my arms was quiet and hushed,

The eyes grew closer, and started to glow,

The feeling of fear started to grow,

It drew closer and closer, wishing my death,

I backed away and drew one deep breath,

It revealed itself in the eerie light,

The thing that I saw made my face go white,

It's yellow teeth were bared, it's nose was flat,

It resembled to me like a snake, or a rat,

I stood up to the thing, and the last thing I said;

"Please don't take Harry, take me instead!"

It smiled an awful smile and lifted it's wand bearing arm,

Harry then started to cry and my heart jumped with alarm,

I closed my eyes and put Harry down,

I kissed him on the cheek, so soft and round,

Voldemort attacked and there was so much pain and a green flash of light,

I fell to the floor, and I died that night.

And though I look down at my Harry and grieve,

Inside I am proud that my son, Harry, was the boy that lived./I