Flashes
The howling winds, the thundering rain, the giant waves- all did it's best to scare.
In the spacious nursery, she sat writing a letter to her husband. He was away-on duty- again. It was difficult for both to be apart so for so long so frequently, but it had to be done. Voldemort's forces are advancing and they must be stopped at all cost.
Her little one stirred from his slumber. She put down her quill and rushed to his side. He had only been born a year and his mother cared for him as much as circumstances would allow. She was working, too. She cannot always be with him.
She stroked his soft cheeks, adjusted his blanket, and tried to flatten his messy hair. She looked at him so tenderly, so lovingly- as only a mother could to her child. She picked him up and held him so close to her that she was afraid he might be suffocated. All pretense of finishing her letter forgotten, she rocked him back and forth. When he opened his little green eyes that were just like hers, a small tear escaped her. Tomorrow she would not be there. She would not be there to hold him, to feed him, to care for him. And it broke her heart just to think of it.
"Shh…Go back to sleep my little darling. I'm not going anywhere tonight."
As though he heard his mother's words, little Harry closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. With one last kiss, she laid him back down. She wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she tore her eyes from her precious child and went back to her letter.
She hasn't seen James in two months. She missed him terribly, but there was nothing she could do. They parted ways after her parents' funeral. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were murdered by Voldemort as a warning to her. But James was there to comfort her through the night. He had always been the only one who could settle her emotions. But the next day, he had to leave for work. Baby Harry was sent off to Hogwarts, and she was to depart for Denmark at once. She wanted to be with her family, but her duties called first.
As she wrote, Lily remembered her days at Hogwarts. It was hard not to; she and James met at Hogwarts, and what a time that was! It has been seven years since her graduation but her memory hasn't faltered.
She glanced at little Harry and smiled at her recollection. It was the middle of seventh year; she and James were going over details for the Halloween celebration. Out of the blue, James asked her why never dated despite her number of admirers. Her answer had been simple, unreserved, and confident.
"I do not believe in love."
This shocked James so much that he couldn't move for a few moments.
"How could you say that? Love is everywhere! You just have to open your eyes to see it."
She only smiled. He didn't pursue it. Yet she remembered thinking, He grew up amidst love; I grew up never knowing it.
Who could have thought that she would end up married to James Potter? The same guy who, at seventeen, thought he knew everything there is to know, and who, at twenty-two, admitted his ignorance in various aspects. He was a boy at Hogwarts- arrogant, emotional, and unforgiving. But years later, after he's seen more of the world, she changed into someone Lily Evans could love. It took them eight years to figure out they loved each other, but they wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
She tied her finished letter to her owl, and then prepared to remember what was, and to imagine what could be. Like a broken record, the howling winds, instead of frightening, kept on reminding her of their first kiss.
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So, what do think? Please leave a review to let me know. Also, I think this fic is does ok as a one-shot. But if you want me to continue, please leave a review.
I know I said I will concentrate on Will Someone Just Kiss me In this Pouring Rain, but this popped into my head and I couldn't stop writing. Take note though that Will Someone… is still going to be a priority for me.