Grimmy: Wow. I actually shed a few tears writing this and I must admit that I really wanted to add more to it. But I think it's better short. This is for comebacksirius' My last words challenge. I'm happy that they made this challenge because it sparked such an inspiration rush. Sadly I don't own Harry Potter because if I did it wouldn't be Harry Potter. It would be all about the Marauders and their adventures.
As cruel as it was he knew he was going to die the moment he came face to face with Voldemort. There was no doubt about it and despite knowing this he found that his Gryffindor attributes had kicked in. He was stalling for time, not that he could buy much. He just hoped that Lily would find some way to escape with Harry. He would have hated to die in vain.
He slashed his wand viciously through the air, using magic he'd never thought he'd have to use before. Everything was moving in slow motion, not just the stuff around him but him himself. The green ray of light that just narrowly missed his extended foot. The way he crashed hard on his side only to roll away from several more deadly rays of light. It was all so slow. And all so wrong.
He wondered why one of his oldest friends, one of his brothers, would betray him. The thought almost brought him to tears and he decided that he didn't want to think of that anymore. He thought of Lily. Her long red hair and the way it shined in sunlight, almost a reddish honey brown in the glare of the golden light. The way her carmine pink lips tugged upwards into a friendly smile whenever she met someone, new or old. She could be an angel with the kindness she showed. He thought of her bright green eyes, practically glowing emerald whenever she saw him. They curved happily every time she looked at their son.
His left arm was completely numb and hung limp it his side. If he wasn't so zoned out he knew it would be throbbing painfully but he didn't care. It was just a broken arm. It wouldn't matter after a very short while. More curses were exchanged and they'd somehow found their way into the kitchen.
Their son. Oh sweet Merlin he was so proud of the boy. Harry was quite possibly his life's greatest accomplishment. He knew he must have looked silly, smiling in the throws of battle with a murderer. But he couldn't help it. He was sure his son would be as bright as his mother and maybe even as much of a handful as he was when he was a lad, if that broom incident was anything to go by. He even looked like his own miniature clone with the exception of his eyes. He had his mother's eyes and even that, to James, was an accomplishment. He'd always loved Lily's eyes.
His wand flew off in some unknown direction and he settled for tossing anything he could get his hands on. During the sudden barrage he'd somehow made his way up to the evil man who was going to take him away from everything. He dug his fingers deep into his face, ripping off something, he couldn't tell what, before he slumped forward. A green flash faded away and he was gone. Dead.
His dying wishes? He wanted to say their names one more time.
Lily. Harry.
Grimmy: Once again I must post something for my favorite pairing. :') Reviews, advice, criticism and all that good stuff is appreciated.