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Autumn is the season of Lily and James.
Their lives were brief, bright, beautiful.
They were the transition between two eras.
James was a fighter. He fought for those he loved, and he was undoubtedly loyal. He loved freely and without preamble. He never gave up on Lily Evans, and he loved her until the end.
Lily was special. Everyone who knew her could tell you so. She was fiery; passionate. Lily was kind. She was forgiving, perhaps too much so. She was funny, clever. She loved with all her heart, and she loved no-one more than her husband and son, in the end.
Together, Lily and James produced the savior; the messiah.
But they never knew that. To them, Harry was just their son. They were young - too young, perhaps, but they loved Harry more than he ever knew.
Their love saved the world.
Leaves fall to the ground. Their vibrance fades to brown.
And no-one remembers the colours of autumn when snow blankets the soil.