James.
Oh God, James.
You're gone.
What am I going to do? It's as though he has already killed me, but I can still feel. Still feel the wild beating of my own heart. Still feel the cold sweat from fear wet my hands. Still feel the wood of the cradle I clutch that our son is nestled in.
James I miss you. It's all I can do to stand. He's coming, up the stairs, he treads. I feel him draw nearer.
So many memories flash before me. My first day at Hogwarts. Meeting you. The five of us, you, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and I, laughing and talking. Our first kiss. Our wedding day. Harry.
Harry.
He'll never know us. He'll never know us, James. We can never tell him all of our stories. Never laugh with him, or teach him magic. Where will he go?
God help me! He's so close. Let my death be swift. Let me join my husband. Protect Harry. Please, above all, protect Harry.
There he stands. His presence is suffocating. His eyes- frigid and unmoving.
But I am no longer afraid. No longer panicked. Just empty. A shell of what I was.
I will not cower. Will not give in. Will not beg for mercy. He will not get that pleasure from me.
Death is inevitable.
He'll not get Harry. My life will save his. I feel hot tears on my face, but cannot remember shedding them. My life is ending.
James. Your name is the last word to pass over my lips.
Oh God, James.
You're gone.
What am I going to do? It's as though he has already killed me, but I can still feel. Still feel the wild beating of my own heart. Still feel the cold sweat from fear wet my hands. Still feel the wood of the cradle I clutch that our son is nestled in.
James I miss you. It's all I can do to stand. He's coming, up the stairs, he treads. I feel him draw nearer.
So many memories flash before me. My first day at Hogwarts. Meeting you. The five of us, you, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and I, laughing and talking. Our first kiss. Our wedding day. Harry.
Harry.
He'll never know us. He'll never know us, James. We can never tell him all of our stories. Never laugh with him, or teach him magic. Where will he go?
God help me! He's so close. Let my death be swift. Let me join my husband. Protect Harry. Please, above all, protect Harry.
There he stands. His presence is suffocating. His eyes- frigid and unmoving.
But I am no longer afraid. No longer panicked. Just empty. A shell of what I was.
I will not cower. Will not give in. Will not beg for mercy. He will not get that pleasure from me.
Death is inevitable.
He'll not get Harry. My life will save his. I feel hot tears on my face, but cannot remember shedding them. My life is ending.
James. Your name is the last word to pass over my lips.