A/N: Yeah I am finally back. Sorry for not posting any stories. I had way to much homework to do anything.
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Assignment #7 of: Ancient Runes Classroom
Task: Write about someone who protects someone else.

Criticism or any form of advice is highly appreciated!

Tears of Joy

Silence…

Silence was all I heard…

Then the soft sounds of footsteps pervaded around the house, casting an eerie glow and making me wince to every step.

My heart was beating rapidly as I heard the footsteps grow closer. I was about to draw my wand when little Harry let out a soft whine. I smiled as I picked him up and drew him close to my breast.

"Don't worry Harry, you might not see mom again but don't you worry." I felt tears slowly drip down my face to the boy's soft forehead.

I didn't want to die.

I wanted to see my boy grow up and see him go to Hogwarts, waving his hand at his parents as the trained leaved the station.

I wanted to see him be the seeker on the Quidditch team, making his father proud as he caught the golden snitch.

I wanted to see him get married and have children of his own, I could already see them laughing and running down the house to their grandmother arms.

Lastly, I wanted to see him say "I love you" to his mother as she lay down in her bed getting ready to die a peaceful death.

All of those things could have happened, but I won't be there to see it.

I looked back at Harry and whispered my last words…"I love you".

I slowly set Harry down in his crib and drew out my wand at the door. I thought in my mind a list of spells that I could use but was interrupted by the sound of the door being blown off his hinges.

Then I saw him…

The Dark Lord, Voldemort.

I was about to say a spell until my opponent beat me to it. I gasped as the curse did its work. My whole entire body exploded with pain making scream. However, it ended as fast as it worked. After the pain, my body went limp and I crashed to the floor bobbing my head up and down.

I looked back at Harry crying. I was ashamed with myself having not been able to protect him until I saw the happiest thing.

The Dark Lord disappeared and Harry was safe. The boy who lived was safe. I cried tears of joy knowing that my husband and my life were not wasted.

That I gave birth to the boy that lived. And that I was able to protect him.

I as I felt my life fading away, I looked up at Harry and wished him a happy life. That even amongst trials that he would know that he is not alone and he would be able to defeat the problems ahead.

I smiled as I closed my eyes and laid in an everlasting sleep.