"Breathe, Lily. I'll hold him off. Run upstairs, get him out. Get out."
"Breathe, Lilly. It's almost over". Pain. Unbelievable pain. In her head, her chest, her legs, shooting through her pelvis. She is splitting in two, she is sure of it. She is burning. The pressure of his hand in hers is almost too much. A shriek pierces the air.
Pain, pain, unbelievable pain. Her head, her chest, her muscles blaze. She is burning and cracking. She is splitting in two, she is sure of it. She feels herself fraying, hears her screams piercing the air. (No no no no)
"It could be over soon. All you have to do is give me the boy."
" Do you want to hold him?"
" Give me the boy"
He is pink and scrunched. Wet black hair sticks to his forehead in little clumps. His whole body is pulled in, as if he is protecting himself from this new harsh environment. She pulls the blankets around him tighter as a rush of protectiveness hits her her.
"Give me the boy, it's him I want."
Her hand is shaking as she runs it over his fingers, over his nose, his cheeks and she is not sure if it is from the exhaustion or the fear. The fear is nearly overwhelming. He is so small. How is she to be responsible for someone so small? How can she keep him safe? What have they done? Then he opens his eyes. A flash of green and she is gone.
She holds herself up, both hands behind her on the crib. Her legs are shaking, and the wood is rough on her skin.
"Step aside"
"You can't have him. You won't touch him." The tears are blurring her vision.
Harry. He couldn't have Harry.
A flash of green and she was gone.