Poem - for the School of Prompts challenge at HPFC, K.1: 100 words.
I'm not a poet, you know it
As bad as my rhymes are, I think of you and see stars
I love you, James Potter
Now and forever.
-Lily
When she'd given Peter the note to pass on to James sometime in their seventh year, she'd folded and sealed the stupid poem and foolish promises with a kiss.
A year later: Peter had sealed their fate and put an expiration date on that "forever".
He stood, only a silhouette backlit by the moon. The house he stared at contained a family whose demise was promised to Voldemort. He crushed the delicate note without even the slightest twinge of remorse.
They had a month to live.