OK, this is a pretty sad, maybe even depressing fic. James' last thoughts. Funny, my inspiration was a font I just got.
Still Time
There was Lily, a few metres away from me. I was wounded. Voldemort had just attacked me, a few minutes earlier. I saw Lily, she looked terrified. My brave Lily....
I got up. I would fight him, one on one. I didn't care. He wouldn't get Harry. Or Lily. Or even me. I grabbed my wand.
"Voldemort, leave her. It's me you want." He wheeled round. It hurt to see his face. It hurt so much.
"James, my main man. So, you wish to die first. How very noble."
"I won't die, Tommy. That honour will be yours." I hoped that this would remain a battle of words. I saw Lily slip away. I only wanted time..
"It's no good, Mrs Potter. The doors are locked, magically. Dear, how annoying magic can be. And don't bother with the window, it's locked as well."
Harry started to cry. I knew the end was near.....
"Fine," I choked "kill me. Lily and me won't die until Harry dies. He is us. We are him. Pity magic can't do that. Oh, Tommy, you don't have that do you?" He looked angry. He was. He nearly killed me. But there was still time. Still so much time.
Did you know, when you die, it's like falling asleep. It doesn't hurt. You just see the green light, and close your eyes. I died first, but I held on to see Lily. She was like a mirror. It was beautiful; she fell backwards, then crumpled on the floor. And then...then a huge explosian happened. An explosian of green light. Voldemort was dead. Harry laughed. That was the last thing I heard. There was still time.
Still Time
There was Lily, a few metres away from me. I was wounded. Voldemort had just attacked me, a few minutes earlier. I saw Lily, she looked terrified. My brave Lily....
I got up. I would fight him, one on one. I didn't care. He wouldn't get Harry. Or Lily. Or even me. I grabbed my wand.
"Voldemort, leave her. It's me you want." He wheeled round. It hurt to see his face. It hurt so much.
"James, my main man. So, you wish to die first. How very noble."
"I won't die, Tommy. That honour will be yours." I hoped that this would remain a battle of words. I saw Lily slip away. I only wanted time..
"It's no good, Mrs Potter. The doors are locked, magically. Dear, how annoying magic can be. And don't bother with the window, it's locked as well."
Harry started to cry. I knew the end was near.....
"Fine," I choked "kill me. Lily and me won't die until Harry dies. He is us. We are him. Pity magic can't do that. Oh, Tommy, you don't have that do you?" He looked angry. He was. He nearly killed me. But there was still time. Still so much time.
Did you know, when you die, it's like falling asleep. It doesn't hurt. You just see the green light, and close your eyes. I died first, but I held on to see Lily. She was like a mirror. It was beautiful; she fell backwards, then crumpled on the floor. And then...then a huge explosian happened. An explosian of green light. Voldemort was dead. Harry laughed. That was the last thing I heard. There was still time.