Lost
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
((A/N: This is a one-shot, and it might be kinda short.))
"Lily! Come here!" James called.
"Yes, James?" A pretty, red-headed woman came in, holding a baby.
"Let me see Harry." James said, looking down at his son. Harry's green eyes shone back at him, and if possible, shone even brighter then his mother's eyes, which was dulled with tiredness and pressure.
"Isn't her cute?" Lily cooed, and momentarily forgot everything around her except for James, Harry and her.
"Alohomora!" A whisper floated from the door towards the little group.
"Lily! Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off. GO!" James said, and kissed his son for what he did not know was the last time. "I love you." James said, softly to Lily. Green eyes met hazel eyes and understanding flowed through them.
James, shining with newfound pride and courage, stood to face his death. James heard footsteps creeping upstairs, and knew that Lily would be safe for now.
As Lily raced towards the door, she could hear a yell.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" And with a thud, Lily Evans knew her husband was dead. No! This couldn't be happening! Lily thought, as the world she worked so hard on was falling, dying, crumbling to pieces. It was only Gryffindor bravery that kept Lily running. As Lily set Harry down into his cot, she heard the creak of the door.
"Stand aside girl! Stand aside!" Tom Riddle said, softly.
"No! Not Harry, please not Harry! NO! Take me, take me instead!" Lily screamed, tears running down her face.
"I've warned you," came the soft reply. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He shrieked and pointed his wand at Lily Evans.
Lily fell, fell, fell into darkness and as she closed her eyes for the last time, she knew, that she was lost.