There was a bang downstairs. "What was that?" Albus asked, he sounded slightly scared. We all knew there was only one thing that could make a bang like that. The front door being blasted down. "The front door!" We all shouted. Three milkshakes shattered on the floor as we drooped them and got up, wands in hands. My wand is Cherry and Phoenix feather. I ran out of Al's room followed by James and Al. We ran down the first flight of stairs, I stopped dead at the top of the second, the flight that led down to the ground floor where Mum and Dad were. There, in the doorway, was a hooded figure. James and Albus banged into me nary sent us all flying down the stairs but I was too shocked to care. It was him. No, I was just being silly. It couldn't be him. Could it? James let out a little whimper. The figure looked up. I saw pale face and pushed my brothers onto the landing, hoping it hadn't seen us. I sat down, leaning against the wall was at the side of stairs, and closed my eyes. James and Albus were sat either side of me. We were all terrified. I heard Dad's voice. "Ginny! Get the kids and run! He found us! I'll hold him off!" But I knew what would happen. What was happening right then and so did my brothers. History was repeating it's self. One cannot live while the other survives. Dad would fall. Mum would fall. My brothers and me would die. Maybe. Mum and Dad were going to die but maybe either me or my brothers were going to live. I prayed it would be one, if not both, of them. I felt scared. I heard Dad's voice again. "You are dead, I know you're dead I killed you myself. I was your last remaining Horcrux and you destroyed that part of you inside me. How are you back Tom? HOW?" Then a voice, so quiet and raspy I had to strain my ears to here, spoke. "Your daughter." It said simply. "Avada Kedavra." It shouted a little louder, but Dad was to quick. "Stupefy!" He shouted back. James, Albus and I peered over the top of the wall we were hiding behind. The two spells were clashing. I had to do something. I said the simple spell. The one word that give us more time. I stood and whispered, "Stupefy." The hooded figure fell to the ground but not before the curse hit Dad. He had let go to soon. He looked up one last time with a smile on his face. "I love you." He said from below me. And as he fell, so did my world as I ran down the stairs. Kneeling next to him I whispered "Don't leave me." Tears ran down my cheeks. His final smile etched on his face. The boy who lived was no more. I felt numb. I felt full of burning hatred and anger. I stayed there for a moment. Mum was crying and my brothers were trying to calm her down. I looked to my left and stood up. The hooded figure had gone. "No." I whispered.
"What was that Lily?" Mum asked. I stood up.
"NO!" I screamed. A window smashed.
"NO!" I screamed again. Another window smashed. I cried harder. James and Albus were covering theirs and mum's heads. "No. You said you'd be there dad. You promised you wouldn't leave your baby girl. YOU PROMISED!" I screamed. Three more windows smashed.
"Lily, just calm down." James tried to sooth me. Al was still with mum. I fell to the floor in wracking sobs. "Sh, it's ok." He put his arms around me. I pulled away.
"No James. It isn't. But it will be." I said as I stood and went to my room. I knew my family needed me right now, but I didn't care. It was my fault he was dead and, in theory, I had been the one to kill him. He had pulled back but I said the charm to slow and he had been hit with a killing curse. "Dad! We thought you were dead!" James shouted from downstairs. He sounded relieved and angry at the same time.
"Harry! Oh I love you !" Mum cried in a bit of a stronger voice than before, mum was never one to cry. "Are you ok? Sit down for a minute and rest."
"I am fine. I was dead but something brought me back. He is gone. But he will come back. He is back."
"How?" Mum asked. I could hear everything they were saying. I closed my eyes as I sat in my cuddle corner. The space between my bed and my wardrobe that I had put loads of pillows, blankets and a duvet for me to read and calm down when I was angry or scared. The dreaded word came out of his mouth. "Lily. LILY!" He shouted. I flinched but didn't move. Instead, I pulled the duvet over my head. There were fast, heavy footsteps and my door flew open. "Lily!" Dad said. He sounded panicked. I felt weak. He knew where I was. Mum entered the room. "What has this got to do with Lily? Harry?" She asked. Dad sat down next to where I was cuddled up and coaxed the duvet down. "Lily? Are you ok?" He asked gently. I nodded my head.
"Thank you for bringing me back love. Come on, lets get you into bed." Dad picked me up and put me on my bed. Then he turned to Mum. "I will tell you and the boys what is going on downstairs." He kissed me on my forehead and walked out the room.
After Mum had me in my long, pink pyjama bottoms and purple vest top, she pulled my Twilight duvet cover over me and gave me a kiss. "Everything will be ok Lily, just you wait." I nodded weakly and fell asleep.