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A.N.- I don't know where this little idea came from, but I was supposed to be studying for my chemistry midterm when I wrote it, and if I fail the dang test I can blame it on this Lily's POV story strolling into my mind. Personally I think it's really bad, but you all can be the judges of that.
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"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! I'll hold him off -"
I stood frozen with fear in the middle of the room, the baby in my arms. As the door burst open, James shoved me towards the kitchen; I stumbled, but I did not fall, and then my brain kicked in, telling me to move. But move where? From the kitchen, the only place to go was back into the living room with James . . . and with him.
There was a flash of brilliantly green light and a cry of pain, and my eyes filled with tears. James was gone, dead, murdered. He'd never know his son - Harry! I couldn't cry, not yet. First Harry had to be saved.
But where was there to go?! The window? Yes, that would have to do. Balancing the baby in one arm, I struggled to open it. No - it was stuck! Damn! I could hear footsteps. Footsteps, slowly approaching. My mind clouding over with panic and hysteria, I slammed my elbow into the glass window-pane, breaking it.
"Lily."
That voice . . . that horrible voice. It made me shudder. I spun around, and instictively moved into a corner, placing the kitchen table between us. My eyes darted around wildly, I know. Trapped! No way out! No way to save my son . . .
"Lily, you don't have to die, you know. Just give me the child, Lily." His voice was so unnaturally soothing, so calm, so evil.
"No!" I screamed. "Not Harry! Please no, take me, kill me instead!"
A wave of his wand, and the table slid across the kitchen floor. It was useless - any attempt I made would be completely useless. I crouched down, squatting in the corner of my own kitchen, bending over my baby and sobbing hysterically.
"Stand aside!"
"Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -"
He bared his teeth, his eyes flashing menacingly. "Stand aside, girl!"
And now, as he slowly comes nearer, I press my face to that of the child's. Only minutes ago, James and I had sat happily by the blazing fire, singing Harry a lullaby. He had just fallen asleep when all hell had broke loose.
I kiss the babe softly on his smooth forehead, my tears freely falling on his face. The tears of sorrow, sadness, grief, and, love, all for my son, who will never know his mother.
"I love you, my darling," I whisper as I see Voldemort raise his wand out of the corner of my eye. I hug Harry to my chest, and I hear those fatal words leave his mouth. And then . . .
Blackness.
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Disclaimer: As always, I don't own
anything; all the characters are those of the beloved JKR.