Where do you go when you die? That seems to be the main question of the living. Nobody wants to die, but some are curious. Still, hardly anyone is willing to die just to figure out what death is like – we're perfectly content living our miserable lives because death might be even worse than what life is. In death, we can only presume that we're alone. And if we're not, we're still separated from the living.
Death could be numbness. It could be nothingness. But it could be so much more than living ever was. With several options for death, how can we know that it's something we don't want? How can we know death isn't better than life?
So that's why I was so surprised that Voldemort, the most powerful and evil wizard I had ever lived to see, was so afraid of death. And since what follows death is a mystery, it seemed he was more scared of the unknown than of death itself. But what if death was almost like living? What if the dead were still among us, invisible, solitary figures shadowing the living, grasping onto something they no longer had, afraid of slipping away completely?
But there has to be something more. Death follows life, just as surely as spring follows winter. Is there anything that follows death? It's something different, something the living cannot comprehend. We know that death happens, but is there anything after that? Living, surely, cannot be all. And death cannot be either.
To me, death is something that I view with apprehension. Of course, contemplating the fact that I will no longer be living one day is somewhat odd. It's hard to know what death will bring except that it will take me away from those still living who remember me until memory of me is gone. Then, I would truly would be dead. Death is not something that I dread or that I look forward to. If death is worse than life, it is inevitable that one day I will die, so I do not attempt to flee from time. If death brings greater joys than life ever could, then, surely, death will be the same if I live to be old?
But if there is anything that ties me to the living, that lures me away from death, it is love. When you love someone, you don't want to leave them. If your loved ones no longer had you because you were dead, wouldn't you have never died, then? Would it matter at all if death was paradise?
How can I possibly leave this world when I have a son to take care of? A husband to love? How could I possibly leave them behind when I love them so much and cannot fathom anything – life or death – without them?
A/N: I got bored one day and came up with this. I know, not much, but this is only the prologue :)
And in case you couldn't tell, it was in Lily's POV. So? What do you think? Should I continue?