'Take Harry up stairs! I'll hold him off!' James yelled at me.
Shielding my son I ran up the stairs as the front door blast open. I couldn't believe it. Peter had betrayed us! Sold us to Voldemort! Maybe Sirius had a part in this too!
James' friends. The friends he had trusted his, mine and our son's life with.
I flew through the door. Slamming it behind me. I had left my wand downstairs. I could do no magic now.
I placed Harry carefully in his crib. Tenderly brushing back my babies raven hair.
My ears prickled when I heard the sound of the creaky stairs. So. James my darling James was gone. He didn't even scream. He had to much pride. Even in death. I should have known.
Piling everything I could reach against the door. But I new it was no use. This was the end. I would make sure Harry lived through this. But I new I wouldn't. I looked at Harry. He was looking at me as if this was a game. His green eyes looking eager with excitement. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at my baby. I needed a miracle. But I understood that I had used up a lifetime's worth of miracles. Like lasting this long in hiding. And Harry. Harry was me and James' miracle.
I stepped to his crib. Picking up his small body. Cradling it to me. I had always wanted to be a mother. Watch my own child grow up. I wouldn't be able to do this now.
I felt rather than heard the door blast open behind me. A rushing wind of dark magic surging forward.
Placing a last kiss on my boys head, I turned and faced my enemy.
He stood there. His eyes glowing with hints of red, From the exhilaration of killing.
A picture of Harry, James and I in the park stood bold and high on the wall behind him. I Smiled slightly at the memory.
I felt more tears prick my eyes. I willed them down. I was determined to be strong.
I wanted dearly to live through this. But I new I wouldn't. Harry had no choice now but to go to Petunia's. Now Sirius had betrayed us.
'You need not die,' Voldemort's voice was like honey contaminated with poison. My heart churned in disgust at hearing this. So your taking pity of women now? What about my boy and my husband?!
Suddenly I remembered reading something in the library on my first year at Hogwarts. I couldn't believe I still remembered it after all these years. It said that if you died out of love for someone. That someone would be protected.
I smiled again slightly. Now knowing what I would do.
Voldemort raised his wand. This time I felt tears slid down my cheeks. But they were more for joy of my plan than fright. I stood bold and tall in front of my babies crib.
I am going to die. Die out of love of my baby.
Harry.
A flash of green.
A stab of pain.
I fell
Then silence engulfed me.
And my mind went blank…