Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was a prompt from my rp account on Tumblr.


'Lils,

Marls is dead. She was murdered. Death Eaters. No one knows who it was. Funeral's on Wednesday. Don't come out of hiding. You, Prongs, and Harry should have a memorial in your home. We're so sorry.

-Moony'

She dropped the letter with shaky hands and curled up into a ball on her bed. No. Marlene…she couldn't be dead. She couldn't. She was alive and healthy and frustrated over Sirius's lack of commitment. She was alive! Right?

"Lily…" James was standing at the doorway, a concerned expression on his face. Hours had passed, but Lily hadn't gotten out of bed all day. She knew she should probably shower or eat at the very least, but how could she when Marlene was dead? Marlene, her best friend…

Just when she thought they'd stopped, a new round of sobs began wracking her body again. James was by her side in an instant, pulling her into his lap and began stroking her hair, mumbling that it would be okay. That everything would be alright. That she was in a better place.

It wasn't working.

She knew James must have been getting desperate when he just sat there holding her. Lily didn't react. She merely sat there, leaning against him, and stared at the wall.

The wail of a baby brought her to her senses. James murmured that he'd be back, but Lily shook her head and shot up, running to her son.

"It's okay, Harry…it's okay. Mummy's here. You're safe, you're safe and I won't let anything hurt you. Never ever." She kissed her son's head and began humming to him. "I love you, Harry."

Finally, the sadness had began to pass, replaced by numbness. And love. Love for her child. This is what Marlene would have wanted for her. She wouldn't have wanted Lily to mope about all day mourning her death.

She would have wanted Lily to get up and fight back harder against Voldemort. To keep loving her family as much as she did. And maybe send Sirius a message about how Marlene loved him.

Lily smiled once Harry was asleep once again.

"I'll keep fighting Marls…I miss you," she whispered. Then, Lily drifted off in the rocking chair, Harry in her arms.

The next morning, another round of sobs was to come, but for that moment, she was with her son. She was doing what Marls would have wanted. She was content.


Author's Note: I hope you liked it! If you didn't, sorry for wasting your time! Flames are more than welcome.