Just a try for me in the realm of tragic oneshots. No, I'm not abandoning Revolution, its just, I needed to write this....
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Run, Lily! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!"
Lily Potter ran as fast as her feet would take her up the stairs, her beloved son Harry clutched in her arms. Amongst the pounding of her blood in her ears, she could hear her husbands frantic efforts to prevent their imminent death.
Lily turned the corner of the upstair hallway into her son's sky blue room. Gently depositing her baby in his crib, Lily ran back to the door and slammed it shut.
Time moved slowly for her, as she piled the contents of her sons crib against the white door, a vain attempt to keep intruders out. Lily stacked the last of the room's heavy objects, a cherry wood dresser, against the door. She stepped back slowly, breathing heavily and staring trance-like at the door.
Her long red hair was falling out of the loose ponytail she had put it in, not forty minutes earlier to do the dinner dishes. The chore had seemed so irksome and irritating at the time.
Lily would have given anything in the world to be back in her kitchen, doing those dishes. It would have meant that her world wasn't crashing down around her.
"AVADA KADAVRA!"
Lily clapped a hand to her mouth when she heard the tell-tale thump of a lifeless body hitting the wood floors of the front hall. Tears poured from her green eyes. She knew.
She knew that her husband, the love of her life was gone.
"James..." She whispered tearfully. With great shuddering gasps, Lily dashed as silently as she could over to the crib, pulling the lightswitch hanging from the ceiling fan as she went, immersing the room in darkness.
The only light came from the moonlight streaming through the single window in the room.
Silence plauged the house. It was as if the noise had been sucked from her world. Lily wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she extracted her baby- James baby - from the crib. Lily gently crushed Harry to her chest, craddling his tiny body with one arm, her other hand gently holding his head as it rested against her mouth.
"I love you. Never forget that Harry. I'll always love you, son." Lily whispered against Harry's forehead. Harry payed her no mind. He cooed softly, twisting his tiny fist in the loose strands of his mothers hair.
Lily backed up against the wall, knowing, somehow, deep in her heart that these were her final moments.
Lily heard the creaking of the stairs. The intruder was slowly making his way up to Lily's hideout, prolonging the inevitable.
As she sat crouched on the floor, holding her son, Lily steeled herself. He wouldn't kill her like that. If she was going to die, which she knew, inexplicably, that she would, it would be protecting her son.
She stood up and walked silently over to the crib and placed her son inside once again.
Looking down at him as he lay there contentedly, doing little twisting movements with his hands, Lily's tears came once again. He looked so much like her James. Lily could only hope that she would be sucsessful in saving his life, and that he'd grow to be a great mn like his father. Lily knew that she'd most likely never live to see him grow up.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
Lily turned and braced herself, preparing herself for the end, which she knew, deep inside her heart, was about to come.
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