A/N: It broke my heart to write this! Also, James/Lily forevverrr :D
Parting Gift
Your world has ceased to move. Your usually pacing mind is stiller than the grave and the thudthudthud of your terrified heart strangely calms you down, because you know that there is no way to survive this madness called bloodlust.
Your baby's faint gurgles progress into panicky cries but you can't even reach him. Your mind doesn't want to register the lifeless body of the love of your life sprawled spread-eagled a few metres from you; denial is an addiction, isn't it?
There are words being spoken and threats being made, but all you can see is a vast nothingness. In another world this would have annoyed you, alarmed you even. But you're so separated from reality, aren't you?
Harry's cries grow louder and they bring you back to reality, one crisis at a time.
Suddenly, your senses are hijacked as the scent of death punctures the air and you hear serpentine threats that refuse to poison your thoughts. Your heart slams painfully into your chest.
"Take me!" you cry with wild abandon as you touch your baby for the last time. His sweet wails fill your ears just as a flash of green obscures your vision.
Minutes later, another green flash fills the house. This time, it robs your murderer of a body.
The remnant of his savaged spirit fumes at you, hating you for the gift you've left for your son. But you're a blank page that can't be fixed; only loved by the dead and living alike.
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Danie's The 10,000 Challenge (entry #1): wordcount 250, quote: "You can fix anything but a blank page" – Nora Roberts (Danie, the fic alone is precisely 250 words - it murdered me to cut it short from the original 372 words :P )
Becky's The Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition, prompt #12: Baby