Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note- I had the sudden urge to write this story, I don't exactly know why though. I'll still work on my other stories, but I just really wanted to write this one. I'll do other chapters of different characters who died like – James, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, Snape, and Fred. (Maybe some others that come to mind.)

Summary- Who knows what exactly you're thinking minutes before you die? Maybe you're regretting a decision or pleading for the safety of your loved ones. Find out exactly what our beloved characters were thinking about their untimely deaths.

Chapter One

Lily Evans

January 30, 1960 - October 31, 1981

I had never given much thought to how I would have died. I supposed something like dying in my sleep was my favorite option, but I would have picked James's arms out of all. When I died I thought I'd be leaving behind the many children and the new family James and I had made. The family we had always wanted, but never got.

I suppose I thought I'd be the old grandmum who spoiled her grandchildren to death, although I would have bet a million galleons James would have succeeded at doing that. We'd live in a little cottage in Godric's Hollow filled with memories and pictures of our very complex but well worth life. I would have been seventy at least, not twenty one. I would have had a full grown child, not an infant who needed his mum and dad. I would have had I ever dreamt if he hadn't done the most disgusting the thing on earth.

Tears still flood my eyes whenever I recall the dark memory. I had left him behind, James did too. He had to live those horrible eleven years with my sister, her whale of a husband, and that horrible git of a son. We lost those chances to throw him those birthdays' parties and those chances to get angry and ground him. We lost the chance to a full experience of parenthood, and he lost his experience to a good childhood. I have wished countless times that perhaps James could have at least stayed, so Harry would have someone. If not his mum, his remarkable father would do just as well.

"James," I screamed as loud as I could. My sweating hand was gripping as tight as I could to his with Harry in my other arm. Tears were streaming down my eyes faster than ever. I couldn't let go, I couldn't let HIM ruin everything James and I had.

His face looked distressed with a mixture of fear as he whispered, "Lily it'll be alright. He won't ruin our family. I promise nothing will happen to you or Harry." He promised me and even if only one had been fulfilled it had been enough.

Tears were falling down my face harder and I couldn't stop them. I couldn't let go of him. I just couldn't. A high cold laughter erupted from outside the door. "JAMES!" I screamed louder gripping onto his hand and Harry with everything I had in me.

He looked at me his eyes now too watering. It was over; we were no match for him. But how, how did he know where we were. Surely Wormtail didn't tell him, he was our friend. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off."

"James," I whimpered.

"Lily now!" he screamed in my face even though I knew it wasn't on purpose. Slowly, but surely I untangled my hands from his and sped up the stairs. I clutched onto Harry tighter and ran faster than my legs could possibly allow. Panicking I tried to choose a room, although it didn't quite matter. I dashed into Harry's room squeezing him so tight he was sobbing. The noise, the pain was all too much. I wanted to go back downstairs and find James. I want to hold James and Harry in my arms together again. I wanted everything back.

Reluctantly I brought Harry to the corner beside his crib and hugged him tighter. My heart was ready to beat out of my chest. My face was more like a pool then anything else. I breathed heavily choking back the tears while Harry's sobs accompanied them.

I heard the sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high pitched laughter--. My mind was racing, where in the hell was James? Was he alright? Oh Merlin, I prayed that it would just be me that had to go, not my beloved husband or my precious baby.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" I whimpered somehow hoping that bargaining would work with this evil man.

"Stand aside you silly girl, stand aside now." His voice was high and cold as he told me to move out of the way. I wrapped Harry in my arms, shielding him. I wouldn't let Harry be hurt, over my dead body.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!" I pleaded. It seemed like all the tears that everyone in the whole entire world had ever cried were now bottled up in me ready to burst. "Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…Harry." My son's name, the beautiful son that I loved so much, was the last word that I had ever said.

He had a grin on his face as he pointed to his wand to my chest. I had no chance to fight even I wanted to, my wand was downstairs. "Avada Kedavra." A bright green light flashing was the last thing I had seen with the shrill voice laughing in the background. I had left Harry. I had failed as a Mum.

I've thought about it for a while, what I could have done differently. Nothing. As much as James and I would have loved to have that life with children and everything else, things seemed to turn out all right. My son endured those eleven miserable years and the six long summers with my sister with her family. He made wonderful friends at Hogwarts; he was like his Dad a bit. Now that was something James was quite proud of. He had escaped Voldemort five too many times than I had preferred. He had his godfather and Remus, along with the Weasley family. Even if Harry didn't have us, he had it pretty good. My son got married to a beautiful girl and they had children, one who was named after me. My son defeated Voldemort, the evil being who took my life. My own son defeated the most evil wizard in the world, and for that I'll be forever proud to call myself his mum.

I learned Wormtail had told Voldemort. A punch below the belt, James always referred to it as that. We trusted him, Peter. James considered him to be one of his best friends, and I can't say that I suspected him even once. Not a second of my life. After graduating Hogwarts he didn't visit James and I as much as Sirius and Remus did. We had no idea why, although we simply predicted he was studying something in a far land. Sirius would make crack jokes of how he had joined forces with Voldemort, now we know that was nothing to joke about. We should have checked on him, steered him away from Voldemort. I don't hate Wormtail much like James does, but I'm more disappointed in him. I'm disappointed that he had to be so ignorant in the fact we'd do anything to help him, but when we needed his help he betrayed us.

I could never blame Sirius for him suggesting using Wormtail as our secret-keeper. He didn't know, just like us. Sirius was actually trying to help and I'll be forever grateful that he did. I couldn't ask for anyone else to be a better godfather.

I, Lily Evans, may have died an earlier death than I hoped and I may have left behind my much-loved son, but it turned out to be all right. I still have James and someday, hopefully a very long time, I will have Harry too.

Hm, well I don't know. It didn't turn out all that well, but whatever. Should I bother to continue? Review and tell me what you think!