This was written for alohamora080's 'True Colours' competition and was placed 3rd. I was given the colour black which symbolizes death, stability and earth. I chose to use the promt stability.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Nothing can describe the agony of waiting for your death to come.
Nothing can describe the terror of finding out your son is being hunted by the darkest wizard to walk the earth.
Nothing can describe the pain of seeing your wife crumple in despair when she hears the news.
Nothing can describe the anger you feel when you learn there is nothing you can do.
But there are things that make it better, not quite bearable, but better.
James Potter was restless. He hated being stuck inside a claustrophobic 3 bedroomed cottage. He hated it when his best friend would bound through the door and describe the adventures he'd been on with the Order. Most of all he hated knowing that he could not go out and help bring down the man that was the cause of this, Voldemort.
Throughout the past few months his life had been turned upside down. Since hearing the prophecy he had been completely on edge. Surprisingly Lily was the calmer of the two. Of course she had been distraught when she had heard the news of their son's future but she had pulled herself together and was determined to keep Harry living. She was taking every single precaution, she wasn't flying off the handle at the smallest things like James, she wasn't bursting into tears at the drop of pin like people thought. She was the one bit of stability in James' life when everything else was spiraling out of control. She tried to make their lives as normal as possible. She was the one who would listen when James would rant and rave. She wasn't showing her fear; she was trying to keep a brave face around her boys. Sometimes when James would wake up in the morning and see Lily lying beside him in bed, her crimson hair splayed across her pillow he would think it was just a normal day, his son wasn't been hunted down by a dark wizard, he wasn't barred to his house. That was one of the many reasons why he loved Lily. She could make all of his worries disappear, she kept him grounded, she reminded him why he was putting up with all of this, she was his rock, his anchor. And he couldn't have loved her more.
The evening of October 31st 1981 rolled around. James had been feeling uneasy all day and so to calm himself down he was playing on the couch with Harry. As he was creating a red puff of smoke, he glanced out the window to see a cloaked figure heading towards the door. Before he could think he was up on his feet, shoving Harry into Lily's hands and yelling at her to get upstairs, they had to get away safely. He had to save them.
He saw the door being blown off the hinges. He saw the hooded figure start towards him, wand raised. He heard the words. Then everything went black.
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