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this one. watch out.
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Dear
Harry,
I write this
looking into your big green eyes, which look worried, even for a little
baby. How did you know that I was
writing this to you? But you, my
little old man, will be safe. I
love you, baby. I love you so much
that it breaks my heart and maybe yours as well, because you and I both know
that I won't live to see you grow up.
Stop looking at me like that, Harry. You've got a soulful gaze, my little old
man. You should know that by the
time you read this, I'll be dead and gone, buried somewhere. I know he's coming, even if you don't,
and there's nothing we can do. We
can't leave the house or the charm will break. We can send for help lest the owl be
intercepted. It's just you, me, and
your daddy, and I know that only one of us can live. You see, baby, there's a charm I'm
putting on you. As long as you
live, I'm binding my love to you, and a better shield you'll never find.
It breaks my heart that I
have to die, and not because I want to live. Actually, I do want to live. I want to see you grow up, tall and wiry
like your daddy, with my eyes, and James' hair. I want to buy you a broom and a wand,
and I want to send you to Hogwarts on that train, crying because you're growing
up so fast. But I can't. Both of us can't live. And I'm not sacrificing you for my
selfish means. I'm going, and
you'll go to Hogwarts, buy a wand, and make me and daddy proud. I just won't be there. And James might not be either, for I
know that he'll follow me to the grave.
As I'd follow him.
I'm sorry if this is hard to
read, baby, but I'm crying. I'll
never be able to hold you and tell you how much I love you, how proud I am of my
son, and how much I wanted to be there to watch you grow. But I do love you, Harry James
Potter. I loved you so much I gave
you life twice, once when I bore you, and once when I died for you. If I do live (and you, little old man,
and I both know I won't) then you'll never have to read it.
Harry, I'm going to entrust
this to Dumbledore. He'll give it
to you when you're old enough to understand why I did what I
did.
I love you baby. Remember that even in your darkest
hours. I LOVE
YOU.
Lillian Rose
Potter
Harry put down the
letter, penned in his mother's hand, dotted with her tears, and sealed with her
kiss.
"I did!" he whispered, hoping that wherever she was,
she could hear him. "I made you
proud, mum! I've defeated Voldemort
because of you—okay, he's still here, but I—we—did! I go to Hogwarts, I make good grades—I
was Triwizard champion! Well, me
and Cedric…" he stopped, aware of tears starting in his own eyes. "I love you, mom. I never got to tell you," he said
softly. "I love you."
And for a second, he had the oddest fancy that two
people sat on his bed, smiling.
White and ethereal, he smiled and she reached out a hand. Harry stretched out his own palm.
And they vanished.
