My first fanfiction, so please read and review! I know it's short, but read it anyway!Lily's POV, just before she dies. First sentence taken from HP7, 'Bathilda's Secret' page 281.
Lily's Boys
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
When the end of James' sentence was cut off by a laugh so high and cold it sent a shiver down my spine, I knew what was happening. I turned around and dropped my sixteen month old son into the cot behind me as I searched around me frantically for an escape route. No-one could aparate inside the house, Dumbledore himself had seen to that. There was no way out of this room, so I grabbed the chair from the corner and began to barricade us in.
I heard a soft thud from below me as the world seemed to freeze. It could only mean one thing. James was dead. There had been no pleading for help, no screams of pain. James would never scream- he knew it would cause me pain too. It wasn't until I thought that that it properly hit me, like a giant wave that knocked my breath away. James, dead. The only man I'd ever loved. My James, who'd loved me unconditionally for six years and recieved nothing but abuse from me. The James who'd held me when my parents died, protected me from the Slytherins and given me my little boy was... gone. A whimper behind me brought me back to my senses. I turned to face Harry and saw an expression on his little face that almost made me smile. He had my eyes, but the rest of him was James all over. His mouth was set in the same determined way James' did, and I knew I had to protect him. Footsteps outside the bedroom were getting louder as Voldemort got closer.
"I love you Harry," I whispered to my boy as the end drew nearer, "And so does Daddy. Harry James Potter, don't you ever forget that."