Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters belonging to J.K. Rowling and company. This is my own plot.. don't take what isn't already cliche to begin with. Any characters or Locations that don't look familiar are MINE... don't steal without permission.
Author Note: Pre-warning for everyone. I will accept Constructive Criticism. I will not accept Flames. The difference between the two is very simple "I Think You Are Stupid" IS NOT constructive in anyway shape or form. Some of how I write is very simple If I don't want to explain how something Happens I will not tell you until later if I feel like it.
LILY KNOWS
Lily looked down into the crib holding her sleeping son. She knew that this would be the last time she would be able to watch her little boy sleep. The last time she would reach into his crib and watch him grab her finger in his little hand and hold tight.
James watched his wife as she watched their son sleep. He knew something was bothering her ever since she had woken up that morning crying. He had held her while she had cried herself back to sleep. They had finally awoken later that morning, and lily had begun her vigil, hardly leaving their son's side that day as if she had known something bad was going to happen.
When they had put Harry to be that night she had curled up with him on the couch as if waiting for some signal. "James, We shouldn't have trusted Peter."
BANG!
"Lily take Harry and run!"
And the rest was our future and that was our past.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH I wrote a drabble... I hate these things... :(