The End of The Beginning

She couldn't just step aside and let her son die. Her only son. She begs Voldemort. Anything. Everything. But he refuses.

Who would have thought I would die for the son of James Potter? She thinks this now, bitterly. Who would have thought that she would have married him in the first place? But he had changed. For her. This was the least she could do. For his son. For their son.

He was going to grow up and become famous. He was going to be so caring and kind, so thoughtful, so successful and well-bred. He was so promising. He would have had such an amazing future. No, she reminds herself. He will have such an amazing future. She would make sure of it.

"Step aside, woman!"

"No, please! Take me instead!" She throws herself next to the crib, grabs her wand, tries to save her child. Their son. Their only son. She throws curses at him. He laughs cruelly, the sound high and clear, cruel and bonecutting.

"Expelliarmus! Stupefy!"

"Poor Mudblood! Trying to save your son? I can see why Severus wanted to spare you. However, under the circumstances, I think it'll be all right for him to find a new plaything." Severus had tried to save her? Why would he do that? They weren't friends anymore, if anything, they were enemies. He could not forgive her for marrying James and she couldn't forgive him for calling her a Mudblood and being a Death Eater. But he still cared. And maybe, just maybe, he'll take care of her son. She knows what she must do now.

"Take me! Not Harry! Spare him!"

"It pleases me to take you both. I'm doing you a favor, really. Allowing you to reunite with your husband."

"Please! Not Harry!"

"Avada Kedavra!" The last thing she thought was that she hoped that Snape would take care of her only son. Little did she know the abuse her son would go through in the home of her sister, Petunia