1 In The End
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James Potter knew he was dying. What a horrible feeling, he said in his head. Out loud, he said weakly, "Lily! I love you…"
He couldn't be dying. It wasn't fair! He had only lived 20 years. He had gotten so far in life, but this was the end and now it didn't matter.
They had wasted their last year together. He and Lily had gotten married and had a kid. They hadn't prepared to die. They had been happy… This wasn't fair.
He stared at the clock on the wall. It was 7:00 and little Shell-outers were still hopping from house to house. He could hear Lily, she was crying… Or was that Harry? No, it was Lily… Poor thing. If he wasn't in so much pain he would jump up and go comfort her… Silent tears poured down his face… This was his wife and this was so horrid… Why was it happening to them? They had done absolutely nothing to this evil man…
Suddenly, in a wave of strength, James sat up. "LILY!" he bellowed.
Lily, who was still alright, bolted down the stairs and to his side.
"James!!!" she yelled, dropping their fifteen month old son and rushing to his side.
"Lily… I'm dying… I love you."
"NO!!! I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!"
"Lily…"
She kissed him in a wave of fiery passion and picked Harry up.
"I love you," she mouthed before running back up the stairs.
"And I you," he mouthed back, blowing her a kiss.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
James didn't even scream as this touched him. His dying thought was, hopefully telepathically sent to the one he wished to receive it.
"I love you, Lily," he thought. And in the upstairs bedroom, clutching to her son, his wife heard it.
Voldemort tore up the stairs. There was one last Potter to kill. Little tiny Harry… He was all they needed to survive, him and his crew. Little Lily Evans was huddled behind the bed, clutching to her squalling baby son and looking about 5 years old.
She screamed.
"STAND ASIDE, SILLY GIRL!"
"NOT HARRY! PLEASE!"
"I SAID, STAND ASIDE!"
"NOT HARRY! HAVE MERCY!"
Voldemort laughed softly. Mercy? The woman wanted him to have mercy? Not happening.
"All right," he hissed, "We'll do this the hard way."
"NOOOO!"
"Avada Kedavra," he said lazily.
There was the thud of a crumpled body and silence filled the room. Then her son began to scream at the top of his lungs.
"AAIIIIEEEEE!!!! MAMAMAMMA!!!!! AIEEEEE!!!!!!"
"Shut up, you silly child! Avada Kedavra!"
"AIIIEEEEE!" Harry screamed louder.
"What the hell…"
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James Potter knew he was dying. What a horrible feeling, he said in his head. Out loud, he said weakly, "Lily! I love you…"
He couldn't be dying. It wasn't fair! He had only lived 20 years. He had gotten so far in life, but this was the end and now it didn't matter.
They had wasted their last year together. He and Lily had gotten married and had a kid. They hadn't prepared to die. They had been happy… This wasn't fair.
He stared at the clock on the wall. It was 7:00 and little Shell-outers were still hopping from house to house. He could hear Lily, she was crying… Or was that Harry? No, it was Lily… Poor thing. If he wasn't in so much pain he would jump up and go comfort her… Silent tears poured down his face… This was his wife and this was so horrid… Why was it happening to them? They had done absolutely nothing to this evil man…
Suddenly, in a wave of strength, James sat up. "LILY!" he bellowed.
Lily, who was still alright, bolted down the stairs and to his side.
"James!!!" she yelled, dropping their fifteen month old son and rushing to his side.
"Lily… I'm dying… I love you."
"NO!!! I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!"
"Lily…"
She kissed him in a wave of fiery passion and picked Harry up.
"I love you," she mouthed before running back up the stairs.
"And I you," he mouthed back, blowing her a kiss.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
James didn't even scream as this touched him. His dying thought was, hopefully telepathically sent to the one he wished to receive it.
"I love you, Lily," he thought. And in the upstairs bedroom, clutching to her son, his wife heard it.
Voldemort tore up the stairs. There was one last Potter to kill. Little tiny Harry… He was all they needed to survive, him and his crew. Little Lily Evans was huddled behind the bed, clutching to her squalling baby son and looking about 5 years old.
She screamed.
"STAND ASIDE, SILLY GIRL!"
"NOT HARRY! PLEASE!"
"I SAID, STAND ASIDE!"
"NOT HARRY! HAVE MERCY!"
Voldemort laughed softly. Mercy? The woman wanted him to have mercy? Not happening.
"All right," he hissed, "We'll do this the hard way."
"NOOOO!"
"Avada Kedavra," he said lazily.
There was the thud of a crumpled body and silence filled the room. Then her son began to scream at the top of his lungs.
"AAIIIIEEEEE!!!! MAMAMAMMA!!!!! AIEEEEE!!!!!!"
"Shut up, you silly child! Avada Kedavra!"
"AIIIEEEEE!" Harry screamed louder.
"What the hell…"