Lily Potter, by all accounts, was an extraordinary witch. She, however, was not exempt from the war that raged around her and on October 31, 1981 she was murdered. She died protecting her only son, one Harry James Potter.
As one knows, death is not truly the end and so Lily Potter watched her son, her family, and friends from afar. She watched her husband's best friend, Sirius Black, attack one Peter Pettigrew. She watched him admit to their murders and she watched him sentenced to life in the prison Azkaban. She watched him wither away. She watched his escape and sh saw him connect with his godson. She knew the promise of being a family would turn to a lie. Oh how she knew he hated being stuck in the home of his childhood. Unable to leave, unable to rescue his godson from her own sister. She watched him race to Harry's rescue and she waited for him when he fell through the veil.
Oh how she cried as she watched Remus lose the only family he had left. She knew things would get better and then worse and so she cried harder. She watched as he fell deeply and madly in love, that once in a lifetime kind of love. She watched as he became a father and then she watched as his story mirrored her own.
She watched her dearest friend struggle with guilt over having caused her death. She watched him try to help her son. How he hated looking at the face of his childhood nemesis. She watched him finally connect and when he died she met him with open arms.
She watched the battle of Hogwarts. She watched as the people most important to her son fought for him and with him and she watched them die. She met Fred Weasley with a silent promise to his mother to watch out for him just as Molly had taken in Harry.
But mostly she watched her son grow up from afar. She watched in fury as he was treated like a servant by her once beloved sister. She watched as Hagrid told him he was a wizard and bought him his owl. She watched as he made friends. She watched, with motherly horror, as he ran head first into danger time and time again. She watched him lose and lose again. She watched him on the biggest journey of his life and she watched with a heavy heart as he walked to his death. She waited for him but he was called back and with pride watched as he avenged her and everyone you know who had ever hurt. She watched him pull everyone together and rebuild. She watched him become an adult. She watched as he became a father, again and again. She watched as he held his youngest and only girl and tell her she was named for the greatest woman he'd ever known. She watched as he raised his children and watched as his children became parents. She waited and watched until it was his time.
Together they crossed the final divide.