The Death of Lily Potter
Harry was scared, she could tell. As they sat in the corner of the room, ducked behind the small crib, she searched her clothes for the only thing that could possibly save them.
"My- my wand," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes from the realization. "My wand-" It's not here. She ducked her head toward Harry's, and suppressed her cries. With a deep breath, she looked at her beautiful child. He's so tiny, he fits right in my hands, she thought.
"Lord, please," she said aloud. "I'll do anything, anything,just please let him live."
Harry, sensing another shift in the atmosphere, began to whine. She wiped at her eyes, then looked at him once more. She smiled lightly. " Quiet, love. Mummy's here." He was silent now, though he squirmed. She heard a crash from downstairs. She let her tears flow freely now. "I'll sing for you, one last time, all right?" she smiled, sadly. "My father sang this to me when I was your age.
"Little baby, hear my voice
I'm beside you, O maiden fair
Our young Lady, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little baby, our young lady
Noble Maiden Fair"