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37. Lily I

1. When she was little, she believed in fairy tales and magic and Santa Claus, even though Petunia told her that none of it was real, that it was just a story made up by the grown-us. Even when Lily was convinced she'd seen a fairy in their garden – just for a second – or when her own magic began to develop, Petunia would tell her it wasn't real.

Later, Lily would wonder if it was her childish beliefs that somehow made her more open to magic, more susceptible, and wondered if Petunia may have been a witch, too, if she'd only believed.

2. The first time she saw Severus, she felt sorry for him. He looked so uncared for, with his strange clothes and lost eyes. She saw something in him no one else could – she saw his capability for goodness. And she spent years trying to convince everyone it was there. That's why it hurt so much to lose him, why it was so hard to convince herself that she'd imagined all the goodness in him.

3. She loved Hogwarts, but that wasn't the reason why she dreaded the holidays. No, it was because every time she returned home she felt more distanced from her family, received more coldness for her sister. Every time she went home for the holidays, it would reinforce the feeling of being different, of not belonging, and she hated it.

4. For years James infuriated her. He made her mad, he made her want to cry, and he made her want to break something. But at the same time, he made her want to laugh – even though she had to fight it – he made her smile, just a little, and over the years, she developed some kind of affection towards him, because how boring would her life be without him around?

Of course, when that affection grew, strengthened, changed, she was annoyed with herself for weeks.

5. Whenever she remembers her wedding day, she also remembers the shadow that clouded it. It was a beautiful ceremony, a perfect day, and she was happy. But at the same time, some of the less necessary parts had been cut to save time, and everyone moved quickly to the reception, with a layer of fear in the atmosphere. While she recited her vows, while she celebrated with the people who mattered most, she had her wand fixed to the back of her dress, where she could easily reach it, just in case. While she danced with James, while Sirius gave his speech, she half expected Death Eaters to storm the place.

Voldemort, she'd think later, had been present that day, in all their minds.

6. Finding out she was pregnant was...emotional. Her first thought – and she tried to pretend otherwise, later, out of shame – was that she didn't want this baby now. It wasn't safe, the timing was all wrong, and what would she do?

But then, then, she thought that the timing couldn't be helped, that she was going to be a mother, James a father, they were going to have a baby, and wow, wasn't it amazing?

And if, during her pregnancy, she was terrified, if she wondered if they were doing the right thing, if she had a million doubts and fear, they were easy to silence, because this – a child – was something she'd always wanted.

7. The worst thing about the war, for her, was that it stole her confidence, her happiness. Everything, her wedding, her anniversary, her son's birth, and then his first birthday, they were all tainted. She couldn't feel truly happy for long, because then another friend would die, and the grief she'd just overcome would come back. She couldn't truly relax, because she had to be alert. She couldn't, whenever Harry reached a milestone – his first smile, learning to crawl, his first words, steps, broom ride – she couldn't just lose herself in the moment, because she'd worry how many more he would live to have, how many more she would live to see.

8. Then when Dumbledore told her Voldemort wanted Harry, the despair, fear, sorrow, all vanished, replaced with anger. How dare he? How dare he break her life, bit by bit, then plot to come for her son? How dare he decide to kill her baby? How dare he assume he was more powerful that she, than her love for her boy?

It was the anger that got her through, that kept her sane, kept her sharp enough to find the ancient magic that was her son's only real hope.

9. She knew, as she and James invested their lives in first Sirius, then Peter, as they surrounded their homes with pointless enchantments, as they told each other they'd be fine, that nothing would stop him. She knew that he'd find them, somehow – although she did trust Sirius and Peter, just as much as James – she knew that he'd kill them. Her and James. She knew that she would have to use their last resort, knew that she'd have to sacrifice herself. She knew, and never pretended otherwise.

10. She was crying as she barricaded the door to her son's bedroom, because James was down there with Voldemort, James was going to die, and how was she supposed to know that without crying? How was she supposed to focus on what she needed to do when he was dead?

She was sobbing as he burst through the door, because James was dead, because she was going to die, because she didn't know if Harry was going to live. Sobbing because she knew they'd blame Sirius for this, sobbing because she didn't know who was going to look after her son, sobbing because she'd never really made up with her sister, never met her nephew. Sobbing because there was so much more she wanted to do, and she wasn't going to. Sobbing because she'd liked being a mother, being a wife, being Lily, and it was all over now.