(A/N) Hey guys! This is just something I wrote in the car in about 15 minutes. I'll edit it later.
Disclaimer: Nope, so don't sue. I'm 14 and can't afford a lawyer.
I couldn't stand another minute not knowing. I couldn't stand another second.
My baby was somewhere in the castle, fighting for his life. He had gone through so much last year, it just wasn't fair. I felt like I would explode if I didn't know if he was safe. A mother's concern for her child never faded.
And I hated Voldemort. I hated him with a burning passion for tearing my family apart. I had gone along with his ways for Lucius' sake. But I hated that... that thing that destroyed families. Until this moment, I had hardly ever given a thought about Lily Potter. But now, with her son in front of me feigning death, I understood her on a level I would never have thought possible. Lily Potter had died to save her son. Now, when my own son was in danger, or possibly even... I realized that it was me who would help decide the outcome of the war.
Harry had said that Draco was in the castle. I needed to find him. I needed him in my arms, assuring me that he was fine. Harry Potter was lying before me, awaiting the doom that my words would decide.
Before, I had not cared who won the war. But I had now completely converted to the Good side. I knew that if Voldemort won, his treachery would continue. My family would continue to suffer. All that mattered now was that my son was safe. If Voldemort realized I was lying, I would die. I would never see Draco.
But I then remembered what Lily Potter had done out of love for her son. Even though Lily Potter was dead, I would give her something back for her sacrifice. She had given everything out of love, and I would give her what she died to save. I had to do this one final act, because even though I had never met the woman, I knew from her story that she would have done the same for me.
Yes, I would save the son of the other mother. Harry would live. Draco would live. I knew that my family could be whole again. Lily Potter was willing to die for her son without hesitation, only knowing that she must save her son in any possible way. I would give this gift to the woman who had given herself.
"He is dead," I proclaimed. I barely heard the cheers that erupted around me.
Something good always came out of love. Not the evil and corruption that came from the Dark side. There is nothing that can trump the love of a mother.
It is such a binding thing to have a child that nothing can ever change to make your concern and love fade. Lily and I both understood this, and we both knew that somehow, we would end the war. We knew this because we are both mothers. Love conquers all.
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