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Summary : With the death of his Godfather, what else is there for him when all he has left is his anger against his own Heart's Nobility.
Prologue
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass…" Lily Potter voice tremulously sang in a whisper to calm down the precious bundle she held close to her heart.
They were about to go to bed that night when she thought she saw something moving about in the bushes across the lawn. James thought it was nothing and asked her not to worry. But, she had this inescapable, unexplainable feeling that they were in danger.
Just as suddenly the main door blew open. James reacted quickly by sending spells towards the shattered door. He told her to run and take Harry. But where could they go. Besides, she wouldn't leave her husband behind… whatever happened tonight, they'd do it as a family.
Still… she ran upstairs to get their son, if she could get to him… James would meet them in the main bedroom and activate the portkey that will send them directly to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Avada Kedavra…"
She heard a voice say from the stairs… followed with a thud and she knew that James was gone and it was now too late. She won't be able to get past the monster to their bedroom and escape. Backing off to a corner, she sank down and sang her son a lullaby, hoping and praying to drive the nightmare that was now fast approaching.
Lily heard the doors to the other rooms of the house explode. He was searching for them and it won't be long.
Her mind raced back through her memories for spells of protection and defense but instead she found that the only memory that hasn't fled her was of her father, as he taught her and Petunia the simple prayer she'd always have been fond of.
She heard the door clicked open as the forgotten prayer came to her mind.
'Angel of God my guardian dear…'
"Hand over the boy and I might spare your life…" the hated voice hissed.
'To whom His love entrust me dear…'
"No! Not Harry… Please…" She begged
'Ever this day, be at my side…'
"Stand Aside Girl!" The Dark Lord commanded.
"Please… not Harry… Take me instead" She was crying now, pleading frantically for the life of her child. The son she loved more than life itself.
'To light and guard… To rule and guide…'
As the green light hit her, oddly enough, she felt at peace.
The last thing she saw before a great white light engulfed her was that of a tall being of flowing silver bedecked in golden armor holding a flaming sword. His Silver wings spread out defiantly as he stood in defense of the little baby boy named Harry James Potter.
'Amen.'