DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. This is purely for fun.
Sweetly, I looked up into the bright blue eyes that sparked as they met mine. How I loved them. I was suprised as his eyes glazed over in suprise as my hand brushed his. This was magic... no wands required. It was so simple yet perfect and we revelled in our shared joy at each others presence. We were hanging out among the endless mounds of books in the library. The soothing presence of my sanctuary made it all the more peaceful as we talked and talked from under his invisibility cloak. James' charming smile lit up my whole world. I couldn't help loving the rebellious youth. He was always patient and loving beneath his bad-boy exterior and I admired his inner goodness even when he chose not to show it. Even though I found myself scolding him constantly for this. He didn't mind much really, he thought it was amusing. This naturally made me furious and being the red-head that I am, was impressive. However, I found I could never stay angry at him. It wasn't worth it if I couldn't see that sweet smile again. He gave up on letting me study in peace because he obviously figured out that it wasn't working; his gentle hand brushed through my curly mass of red curls. He stared daringly into my almond-shaped emerald eyes as if I could ever look away. My skin tingled with his presence and as I drank in his sweet scent of home. Instantly, though, I blushed a ruby red as I realized that I was actually going to give in and stop studying. Because of this cocky, obnoxious boy that I just happened to love! I closed my eyes slightly and glared at him. His eyes widened in mock suprise, he could never really be suprised at my mood changes. As he liked to say, I was a red-head. As I liked to say, it was hormones. James would then smile that annoyingly beautiful, knowing smile and put his arm around me. And, as per usual, I was a goner. The silky cloak was wrapped tightly around us and we were joyful in our cocoon. Here the world could not hurt us. Here Voldemort held no power. With James, I was sure that I would be safe. I mean, after all, I thought Voldemort would have no reason to seek ME out. I am only a muggle-born after all.
How wrong I was.
As I finally stared into the eyes of the most feared man, I felt no fear for myself. My husband and friends were dead because of this man and I would not allow my child, my beautiful Harry to die too. My family must live on. With my arms outstreched, I attacked with the only weapon left to me: pure, unrevocable love. I screamed out as the Killing Curse hit me, and I fell as if in slow motion. By the time my body hit the ground, I was gone. Instead I floated above as Voldemort rounded on my son to finish his accursed quest. Avada Vedavra. But my boy was not harmed. Instead a lightning scar bristling with dark magic appeared on his forehead. I leaned down and kissed him on the head and left my only son. It was time for me to go. His would be the most amazing story ever told. I only regretted that I would never be able to help him except for my love running in his veins.
A/N: Ok people what do you think about this? I started another story that is a similar style but with the new generation and a new muggle-born red-head! The next one will be more long-term writing. I need at least one review to post it please!