I am watching my baby boy suffer before my eyes. There is nothing I can do. No one can see me. Or hear me. I can reach out to Harry. Touch him. But he won't feel me. I am a shadow of who I used to be. I am invisible. I am Lily Potter. I have watched his every battle. Every suffering. Every laugh. But now he is in his biggest battle yet
I am watching as he sees his friend Ginny, her brother Fred, just died in the battle of Hogwarts. Harry is debating whether or not to give himself to Voldemort. I, his mother can tell. Harry walks away from everybody else. My boy stops at the Gargoyle heading up to what used to be Dumbledore's office. I wait outside for him to come back. At least a half hour had past when he comes back down. But he seems changed. He is distant. Older.
He has on his Fathers invisibility cloak. I wish I was under an invisibility cloak. Then I could take it off and hug Harry. But I can't. Not now. Not ever. Not until he dies. Which, I am afraid might be soon.
Since I am dead I can watch him under the cloak. He is walking to the Entrance Hall when he stops. He flings of the cloak and talks to a boy named Neville. They don't talk for long. Then he slips the cloak back on and starts of again. When suddenly he slows down. There, in the corner is Ginny. She is whispering to a girl. The look on my son's face is breaking my heart. He wishes she could see him. Kiss him. Hug him. I have felt the same way. Right now I want to hug him. Tell him it gets better. That I love him. But I can soon. Soon. My boy. My Harry. Is dying tonight. He is sacrificing himself for his loved ones. I did the same thing. That was sixteen years ago. Now it is his turn.
He is walking down to the forest, past Hagrid's hut. Then he stops at the edge of the forest. Dementors are swarming around. He fumbles with something at his chest. He pulled out a golden snitch. Then he puts it to his lips and whispers.
"I am about to die."
It rips my heart out to hear him say this. I miss him so much. Then suddenly he looks at me. He sees me. I couldn't help smiling the biggest smile I ever have. I stepped closer to him. I study his face.
"You have been very brave." I say.
I am watching my baby boy suffer before my eyes. There is something I can do. He can see me. And hear me. I can reach out to Harry. Touch him. And he will feel me. I am a shadow of who I used to be. I am Lily Potter. I have watched his every battle. Every suffering. Every laugh. But now he is in his biggest battle yet. And now he can see me. I am no longer invisible.
