Lily looked down at the fresh sheet of parchment in front of her. She glanced at her husband, James, and her son, Harry, who were playing in the living room. She shuddered. This was not right. Finally, she had her happy, full family, and Voldemort wanted to take it away. Harry would never know the truth if he survived. That was why now was the time to write.
Dearest Harry,
I do not know if we will be opening this letter together, or alone. But all we can say is that we love you. If you are reading this alone, we want you to know that we never wanted to leave you. By now, you must know about how exactly your father and I died. If you don't, then you shall now. Your father is/was (I'm not sure how to word this) a wizard, and I, a witch. This means you, my son, are a wizard. Right now, we are being hunted down by Lord Voldemort, a sinister wizard that is the cause for this terrible war. I am sure that Dumbledore, Sirius, Petunia, one of them has taken very good care of you. I can only hope that you have grown up to be a man we can respect. I can also only hope that you don't hate us forever for leaving you. It was/is/never has been our choice. But Dumbledore says the Fidelius Charm will keep us safe, although there is a spy in our midst. You will always, forever, be in our hearts. But I warn you, Harry, don't go looking for trouble. Even if Voldemort (don't be afraid of a name—your father taught me that) does kill us, and hopefully cannot find you, do NOT get revenge. Wait for older, more experienced wizards to handle him. He will go down someday, but I had rather not you go with him. Harry, my dear, dear son, there is too much to explain and too little time to do so. I am afraid I will have to end this letter, as I see someone outside, opening the gate. James is now downstairs, waiting. You and I are upstairs. I can only hope that it is Dumbledore or one of our own outside. Not him. I love you Harry. I just want you to know that.
Forever Yours,
Lily Potter and James Potter
Lily jumped. She heard the door swing open and James confronting someone. She shivered. Was this really it? James, oh, James. She heard a high, cold laugh, and saw a flash of green light. She slowly sunk to the floor. Oh, James! James, James, forever arrogant James! But her James.
Ten minutes later, as she slid to the floor, begging Voldemort to let Harry go, her last thought was Forever yours, Harry. Forever yours.