Author's Note: So I decided to keep going with this. It's not as good as the first one, but, oh well. This is Lily, as Petunia and Vernon find Harry on their Doorstep.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, that would be J. K. Rowling.
She can't believe what she reads, what she' sees. That much is obvious. It shows on her face. Her expression clearly screams, 'I am in a state of disbelief'. I watch as she stares at the letter, reading about my death. I watch as she looks down at my son and blinks back tears. I watch as she tries to hide her emotions from her husband. The man who is clearly angry, an oblivious force intent on nothing but lamenting over his bad luck. He has no tact.
I stand here, next to my sister and my son, and realize that there is nothing I can do for either of them. Nothing to ease Petunia's pain. Nothing to make the transition easy for Harry. Nothing to shut that despicable man up. All I can do is stand here, dead, as my sister takes my son into her house and close the door. I hear the man's voice blaze loudly within, and there is nothing I can do to protect the ones I love. I am dead, no one sees my sadness, hears my begging, feels my hugs. I am dead. And this is my last goodbye.
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