Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. (Simple enough for you?)
Lily took a deep breath as she felt the pull. She had always known this day would come, before she had held Harry for the first time, before she had married James, even before she had known about magic. Today she would walk with her son to his death.
They were in the Forbidden Forest. And there in front of them was Harry. Her son, her beautiful, brave, perfect son. She drank in the sight of him – his messy black hair, his round glasses, his clenched jaw, his bright eyes. This was her son. This was the child she had borne for nine months. This was the child she had spent seven hours in labor to bring into the world. This was the child she had died for. This was her son.
He looked at her, met her eyes with a hunger of his own, and she was lost. James told him they were proud of him, and that was the truth. She just wished, in her heart of hearts, that he would be selfish. That he would turn and run, that he would find another way to defeat Voldemort, that he would live. She knew that he wouldn't, though, for the same reason she had refused to stand aside all those years ago. They walked in silence. She didn't try to memorize his face. There would plenty of time for that later.
She watched him walk into the clearing, his face illuminated by the fire. Deep reds and oranges leapt across the harden expression she knew masked his fear. He would not show weakness, not to them. He announced himself. The stone fell from his hand.
No, no, no, no! Let me stay, let me watch, let me see him live! Let him live. Please, whatever power saved him that night, whatever being answered my pleas that Halloween, grant him another miracle. Let him live!
Lily watched with bated breath as Dumbledore talked to her son. She would not interfere, not now. If Harry chose to stay… She shook her head sadly. He wouldn't stay. She knew he wouldn't for the same reason he had willingly walked to his death, for the same reason she had refused to stand aside all those years ago. She didn't try to memorize his face, even knowing he would go back. There would time for that later, after he had lived. When he next came to this place, they would have all the time in the world.
Harry disappeared. Dumbledore stayed for a moment, regarding the flailing creature with something akin to pity, before walking off into the white mist. Lily started to follow, then stopped. Glancing back at Tom Riddle's fractured soul, she remembered the hunger and desperation on her son's face…
She scooped the scale covered baby up and smiled gently. "Let's see if we can find your mum."