Lily knew James was dead without having seen it. She didn't feel it in her bones or her heart like years of muggle romance novels had lead her to believe. She knew because of common sense.
She heard the pound of Voldemort's feet on the stairs and if she knew anything about James it was that he wouldn't leave them to die had he not died himself.
Her chest constricted and she felt like falling to the floor and crying, but Harry was still there and he needed her.
"It'll be ok Harry. Mama's here alright, you'll be fine." He was screaming and her words didn't seem to calm him.
"Dada." Harry cried and reached out his chubby fist. Lily was close to tears then. He was dead, James was dead.
The door burst off of its hinges. And she was going to die too.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" She was screaming at the man who had just killed her husband, the man who wanted to kill her son.
"Stand aside you silly girl… stand aside now." She could hear her heart pounding, but she hoped Voldemort wouldn't. Then she let out a soft whimper, why would I ever step aside? What will I have left?
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead. Not Harry! Please… have mercy…have mercy…" Lily was begging now, she could even hear the plea in her voice.
Her head was spinning and her heart hurt, Harry was screaming in the background and Voldemort was laughing.
He'll be ok, he has to. He has to live. A blinding flash of green erupted from Voldemort's wand.
Suddenly there was a flash of pain. Like she was ripping apart from the inside out, she let out one final anguished scream.
He'll live. He has to. And then she crumpled to the ground.