A/N: It's short and, I think, to the point. We all know how it's going to end.
For the first time, he's glad that he was at school when they died. He can't imagine sitting in St. Mungo's just waiting, with nothing to do but sit and think and stare at the blank white walls. Her sister sat across the room, her husband next to her. Her right hand clung to his, and occasionally he'd see the hands move, just a little bit, as if he was squeezing it. Comforting her. Her mother sat, next to Lily, both of them just clinging to each other and not speaking.
He couldn't help but think that his parents hadn't even gotten that slim comfort. They had died within a day of each other, from Dragon Pox. It had been quick, and peaceful, both going in their sleep.
His dad had lived fourteen hours without her, and he couldn't imagine even that. Fourteen hours of hell, if his dad had loved his mum anywhere near as much as he loved Lily.
And his parents had been always been, in his eyes, the perfect couple.
He hoped, with all of his might, no matter how piteous it was, that he died first. He would rather Lily grieve than have to live without her.
The doctor walked in the room, eyes sad.
And as he spoke to Lily and her mother, and they both started crying, he thought that he would give anything to not have to experience the pain of someone close to him dying.