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-- Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep --
"This is what I thought, I thought you'd need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive.
I promised you a heart you promised to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep." -AFI, from Prelude 12/21
Lily Potter fell to the floor, dead.
Lord Voldemort turned his wand on the child in the crib... and something went horribly wrong. The curse rebounded. He closed his eyes.
He opened them again when he felt someone fall against him.
It was Bellatrix. She was dead, her face frozen in an expression of worry. She'd stepped in front of him, shielded him, protected him from his own rebounded curse.
Why? He didn't understand why she would do that for him. Even if the curse had hit him, he wouldn't have died, exactly... But he supposed she didn't know that.
He could hardly believe what had just happened. Slowly he sank to his kness, with her in his arms. Her body was still warm.
He didn't know how long he sat there, holding her corpse in his arms. Well, she was dead and there was no bringing her back. He just couldn't decide what to do with her. Should he take her with him, or leave her in the place where she'd died?
He kissed her hair and gently closed her eyes. He kissed her forehead, and then her lips.
And in the end he left her there, but took the child.
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