The Last Night (Lilly Potter)
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters; they belong to the very talented JK Rowling. The story line belongs to me. To get rid of any confusion, this story will be re-written in different point of view several times... In the title I will have whose point of view it is in. This one, as you see is in Lilly Potters point of view.
As I walked up the stairs, hearing my son, Harry, crying I knew there was something wrong. Something was going to happen tonight. No matter what it is, I will make sure nothing harms Harry. My name is Lilly Potter. I am the wife of James Potter, and mother of our one-year-old son, Harry Potter.
As I walked into Harry's room, I scooped him up in my arms and held him close, rocking him and softly singing a lullaby. I watched Harry with warm eyes, as he smiled up at me. Within minutes James had entered the room hearing me and put an arm around my waist. Looking down at Harry, he smiled.
After slowly closing his eyes, and falling asleep, I placed him back in the crib. I looked at James with worried eyes. He touched my face and kissed me, "Don't worry, He-who-must-not-be-named wont find us, our secret is safe with Wormtail. I trust him with our lives."
I smiled, "Yes, I know... Only, I have a bad feeling. Like something is going to happen."
"Don't worry, were safe." He paused, "Oh yea. Padfoot and Wormtail both have some business to take care of, and it's a full moon; so tonight we wont have any company."
I nodded, "Ok..." I glanced at the door, "I'm going to go make dinner..." I kissed him and after he mutely nodded, we both went to the door. I went in the kitchen and, wand in hand, began to make dinner as James sat by the fire and read a book.
When I had finished making some food, I set the table and called James into the kitchen. "Dinners ready." I said and went upstairs to wake up Harry. I slowly picked him up and rocked him until he awoke. After kissing him on his forehead I made my way downstairs. But what I saw, was nothing I was expecting.
Voldemort, the Dark Lord was standing in our kitchen. The table was in pieces, and chairs were broken. James seemed to be hurt. I gasped and James saw me. "Lilly! Get out of here... You and Harry have to get out of here!" He ordered, but I couldn't leave; not without James. Suddenly I head the last thing I ever wanted to. "Avadra Kadavra!" Was the first thing I heard come out of Voldemort's mouth, and almost instantly, a flash of green light came out of the tip of his wand. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled. But it was too late; James was on the ground dead. Totally irreversibly dead, and there was nothing I or anyone else could do about it.
I darted to the door. But before I was half was through the living room, Voldemort had grabbed me and through me down on the floor. I held close to Harry. "Don't hurt him! Please no! Kill me, but don't touch my son! He's merely a baby!"
Voldemort pointed his wand in our direction. I wasn't sure whom it was pointed at; my eyes were too blurry with tears. "AVADRA...." I rolled over, covering Harry from the killing curse. Everything was happening to fast; I didn't even hear him finish the curse.
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As I looked down over the scene with James by my side; I saw our dead bodies, our son Harry, and Voldemort. There was nothing I could do, Voldemort was going to kill Harry, and I couldn't help the helpless little boy who was totally oblivious to what was happening around him.
I looked at James with tears in my eyes, unable to see the murder of our only son that I had given up my life to protect. But I couldn't help but to look. As I heard the inevitable words, I saw the flash of green light come out of the wand. While in hysterics, something I never imagined possible happened. Instead of murdering out only son, Harry; the green light bounced off him and hit Voldemort straight on, only leaving a lightning shaped scar on his forehead that would remain with him for the rest of him life.
But Voldemort didn't die. I had known, long ago, he had conquered death. But he did disappear, or came out of eyesight, for what I didn't see was a snakeish looking body, franticly slither away, out of the house that was about to fall into pieces. Our spirits watched the scene of a destroyed house, two dead bodies, and an infant crying; until Dumbledor, Snape, Hagrid, and the others arrived. It was then, when we knew Harry would be safe, we went up to heaven, where I watched over my son, from the clouds.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters; they belong to the very talented JK Rowling. The story line belongs to me. To get rid of any confusion, this story will be re-written in different point of view several times... In the title I will have whose point of view it is in. This one, as you see is in Lilly Potters point of view.
As I walked up the stairs, hearing my son, Harry, crying I knew there was something wrong. Something was going to happen tonight. No matter what it is, I will make sure nothing harms Harry. My name is Lilly Potter. I am the wife of James Potter, and mother of our one-year-old son, Harry Potter.
As I walked into Harry's room, I scooped him up in my arms and held him close, rocking him and softly singing a lullaby. I watched Harry with warm eyes, as he smiled up at me. Within minutes James had entered the room hearing me and put an arm around my waist. Looking down at Harry, he smiled.
After slowly closing his eyes, and falling asleep, I placed him back in the crib. I looked at James with worried eyes. He touched my face and kissed me, "Don't worry, He-who-must-not-be-named wont find us, our secret is safe with Wormtail. I trust him with our lives."
I smiled, "Yes, I know... Only, I have a bad feeling. Like something is going to happen."
"Don't worry, were safe." He paused, "Oh yea. Padfoot and Wormtail both have some business to take care of, and it's a full moon; so tonight we wont have any company."
I nodded, "Ok..." I glanced at the door, "I'm going to go make dinner..." I kissed him and after he mutely nodded, we both went to the door. I went in the kitchen and, wand in hand, began to make dinner as James sat by the fire and read a book.
When I had finished making some food, I set the table and called James into the kitchen. "Dinners ready." I said and went upstairs to wake up Harry. I slowly picked him up and rocked him until he awoke. After kissing him on his forehead I made my way downstairs. But what I saw, was nothing I was expecting.
Voldemort, the Dark Lord was standing in our kitchen. The table was in pieces, and chairs were broken. James seemed to be hurt. I gasped and James saw me. "Lilly! Get out of here... You and Harry have to get out of here!" He ordered, but I couldn't leave; not without James. Suddenly I head the last thing I ever wanted to. "Avadra Kadavra!" Was the first thing I heard come out of Voldemort's mouth, and almost instantly, a flash of green light came out of the tip of his wand. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled. But it was too late; James was on the ground dead. Totally irreversibly dead, and there was nothing I or anyone else could do about it.
I darted to the door. But before I was half was through the living room, Voldemort had grabbed me and through me down on the floor. I held close to Harry. "Don't hurt him! Please no! Kill me, but don't touch my son! He's merely a baby!"
Voldemort pointed his wand in our direction. I wasn't sure whom it was pointed at; my eyes were too blurry with tears. "AVADRA...." I rolled over, covering Harry from the killing curse. Everything was happening to fast; I didn't even hear him finish the curse.
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As I looked down over the scene with James by my side; I saw our dead bodies, our son Harry, and Voldemort. There was nothing I could do, Voldemort was going to kill Harry, and I couldn't help the helpless little boy who was totally oblivious to what was happening around him.
I looked at James with tears in my eyes, unable to see the murder of our only son that I had given up my life to protect. But I couldn't help but to look. As I heard the inevitable words, I saw the flash of green light come out of the wand. While in hysterics, something I never imagined possible happened. Instead of murdering out only son, Harry; the green light bounced off him and hit Voldemort straight on, only leaving a lightning shaped scar on his forehead that would remain with him for the rest of him life.
But Voldemort didn't die. I had known, long ago, he had conquered death. But he did disappear, or came out of eyesight, for what I didn't see was a snakeish looking body, franticly slither away, out of the house that was about to fall into pieces. Our spirits watched the scene of a destroyed house, two dead bodies, and an infant crying; until Dumbledor, Snape, Hagrid, and the others arrived. It was then, when we knew Harry would be safe, we went up to heaven, where I watched over my son, from the clouds.