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Verdigris Green: A yellowish green (Also the color copper takes on when it naturally oxidizes)
Lily Potter walked out into the backyard, allowing the cool air to caress her face. Even though she knew somewhere deep down she was safely hidden, she also knew it would be better not to stay out long. It was barely morning, the pale light brought no warmth as it touched her skin, and the dew coated her bare feet, numbing them quickly.
Her husband was still asleep when she had untangled herself from his protective arms. Before coming outside, she had also checked on Harry, who was sound asleep. She knew she only had less than an hour before that ended.
Looking around at the yard decorations, her eyes were drawn to a cauldron. It was standard size, covering in a thin layer of green. It hadn't always been that way, was her only thought as she slowly padded over to it, and allowed her fingers to run across the mutilated surface, just as she had done when she first received it. Back then, it had been smooth and glistened with a dull glow.
James had given it to her after they left Hogwarts, a beautiful copper cauldron. This was when she had hopes of joining the poitioneers at St. Mungo's, or perhaps go big, as Mr. Slughorn had wanted her to, and join the IPA, the International Potions Association.
She had wanted to be in the Order, yes, but she didn't want to live her life as a soldier, as James seemed content in doing. She wanted to help those who needed it, which is why she was leaning towards St. Mungo's.
However, as the muggle attacks inched closer and closer to her childhood home, she knew, that right then, it was the Order who needed her most. She kept the cauldron, even after she married James, who told her she wouldn't need to work with his inheritance. She had shaken her head, and told him that she would, as soon as the war had been won.
When they bought their home, there was no room for it elsewhere, and she was forced to leave it outdoors. She hadn't even spared it a glance, not since before her pregnancy, that is until now.
That cauldron had once held a dream of hers. Those dreams had to be set aside so she could fight. Fight a war that seemed nowhere near ending, and especially nowhere near being won. She wasn't naïve anymore. She knew that her cauldron would never be used for anything more than a flower pot. She spent each day dreading finding out another friend had been killed, or another victory had been earned by the wrong side.
She was forced to stay in her home, which she didn't mind as much James did. It kept her reckless husband where she could see him and her baby boy safe.
Fighting hadn't bothered her much, not until she found out she was pregnant. Then she realized just how messed up the world was at this moment. She had been nineteen years old, just two years out of Hogwarts. Her baby was going to be born into a world filled with murder and death. The fact that the man who had created all this chaos had now targeted her baby was just the icing on the cake.
She hadn't realized there were tears creeping slowly down her cheeks until one fell onto her hand. She watched it for a moment, as it traveled down her slim fingers and fell, hiding amongst the dew drops that layer the grass.
She took one more look at the cauldron before turning away and heading inside. The cauldron represented everything that could have been, and the reality that took that possibility away for her and everyone she loved. Just as the rust had taken away the cauldron's purpose, Voldemort had done the same to the people she loved. Most of them became soldiers, ready to die for their cause. Most of them were so young, only years out of Hogwarts. Most of them would never get the chances she had been given. They would die without falling in love or raising a family. Voldemort tore from them any chance they had of a normal life. And every day, he took more and more. He took fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, and friends. As well as all the innocent muggles who had done nothing but be oblivious. He had taken the peaceful world she had first excitedly entered and make it into a war-filled wasteland. That wasteland was what she brought her son into.
He had taken almost everything from her, and those she loved, but she would die before he took her family away. It was all she had left now.
Author's Note: I really really love Lily and James, so I hope I did them justice. I would say Harry is around three months old, which would make her and James both twenty.
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