Life, as contemplated by Lily Potter
I'm still young. Naive, inexperienced, and all those other words people use to describe being a blossoming woman. But, I've probably experienced more in my short life than some. I've done things. Really done them, with all my heart and soul. I've poured myself into life, loved more than my heart can take, and made more mistakes than I can count. But I've enjoyed it, every moment. Well, perhaps not every moment, however I regret nothing. Recently, I've had a lot of time to think, and I've decided; Life is not a book, there's not an author of life, we make our own path, our own decisions. And I want my decisions to have been good, made out of love and wisdom. I like to think they were.
Life is short, and mine will be shorter than many others. I imagine it'll be a matter of minutes more, Maybe seconds. It's okay though, I don't mind much about me. It's Harry I'm worried about. My tiny, dimpled son with the messy black hair of his father and my distinctive green eyes. Harry, who's lying in his cot, innocent of the fact that his Dad just passed on in a flash of green light downstairs. My heart is hurting, but not for James, for I know I will be seeing him soon. It's compassion for Harry, who will grow up an orphan. Alone. At least he'll know his parents died to save him.
I've done my research, for at Hogwarts the library was my regular haunt. With Voldemort getting stronger day by day, I became particularly interested in matters of life and death. That was how I stumbled upon the Sozo complex. Sozo in Greek means to save life, or to preserve life. And that was exactly what I am going to do, through my love I am going to save my son.
I've made my peace with death, I'm ready and willing. Anyway, my parents will be there, and James whose body grows colder downstairs. James, who I always underestimated and who never fails to amaze me. He's the best husband a girl could ask for, leaves little notes doted around the house to surprise me when he was away on order missions. Was, I should say, James was the best husband a girl could ask for. I'm a widow now, how strange; A widow at twenty-three.
Carpe diem, or seize the day. I'd like to think I've always done it. I've made the most of my opportunity's; I got good grades, sure. However, I hope that I've done a lot more than that, and my legacy lives on in Harry, and In all the other people I've touched. For my sister, I hope especially that my death will show her that it takes more than a nice house, on a nice road, with a nice husband to be happy. She truly deserves more than just nice, even if she does call me a freak every time I come within two feet of her.
There's footsteps on the stairs now, a slow steady rhythm. My death will be fast though, a flash of green light and I'm gone. Briefly I wonder who came up with the spell and how they found out that it worked and I decide to look it up before I remember That I'll never read another book again, never eat again, never have another kiss. I decide to resolve this and whirl around to Harry's cot and kiss him gently on the mouth as a silent tear rolls down my face. "Mummy loves you," I whisper, "Don't ever forget that."
The door opens and Voldemort strides in. 'Goodbye Harry' I think. Follow your heart.
Well, here's my one shot about lily's thoughts before her death. I hope you enjoyed it, although it probably doesn't do the actual moment any justice. But anywhoo, I only have one exam left and I'm so relived that there nearly over so I'm gifting you with this. :)
Love Chloe, :)