Until the light takes me away
Disclaimer!: I don't own anything, sadly enough, but i wish i did and i think J.K. is making a mistake not giving it all to me.
There's no where to run. There's no where to hide. There's really no use in trying. No reason in living. Because now he's gone. He's gone forever.
As I sit here clutching onto what I have left of him. As I sit here sobbing the tears I have left. As I sit here, my heart pounding, the murderer's steps rising up the stairs, I stop. He stops. Everything stops.
I am no where, and I am nothing without him. He's gone. He's gone forever.
Never again will I stare into his eyes. Never again will I kiss his lips. Never again will I smile, or laugh. Never again will I have a hand to hold. Never again will I be with him. He's gone. He's gone forever.
Then I realize. Then I remember. I will. I will be with him soon enough, I will be gone, gone forever. And I will be one with him again. And he will be with me again. Then the tears leave my eyes.
So, as I clutch my baby boy, a fire burns inside me. I wouldn't let him who killed the only love I've ever known, and the only love I'd ever need, kill my precious baby boy.
I loved my baby just like I loved my husband. And although I didn't want to, I was leaving him tonight. But I will leave him my love. And I will watch him grow, day after day. As he coos, I kiss him and give him all my love.
I hear the murderer's haunting footsteps once more, coming closer, and closer.
Appearing at the doorway, I see in his eyes that it's my baby he wants. I slam the door and fight against him with all my power. I fight for my baby's life.
But he is too strong. The door flies open and he points his wand at me.
But I kept fighting. I fought until the light took me away, and my soul left my body. I was at peace. I some how new that my son was OK. He wouldn't be joining me in heaven that day.
As I open my eyes again I am with James. He is embracing me and I am in his arms. "He's alive, Lily!" he says.
From that moment on we have watched him grow. And today my son with James' shaggy black hair, my green eyes, and a lightning scar on his forehead, is sitting under a shady tree on a cloudless beautiful day. Sitting beside him, smiling up at him is a red-headed, brown-eyed girl. I smile. As I watch them, I can't help but be reminded of James and I. I turn my head and look at him, and as if he was thinking the same thing, he smiles at me and we kiss each other. And sparks fly.