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A/N: Hi! This will, hopefully, become a series relating various characters' point of views beginning from some time before each of their deaths.

Please enjoy, all, and for those who have read my other story, a Severitus, A Bloody Hand: Things Just Seem to Happen Together, I hope this will satisfy you as you wait for the next chapter, which I am currently polishing up.

Again, please enjoy! And now, onwards!

2021.5.1.

About the Story

Title: Harry Potter: The Deaths of Them

Genre: General/Will vary for each chapter

Time at Beginning of Story: Will vary for each chapter

Main Characters: Dead characters from the Harry Potter series

Tags: Will vary for each chapter

About the Chapter

Genre: Family/Drama

Time at Beginning of Chapter: Oct 31, 1981; the night of Lily and James Potter's deaths

Main Characters: Lily Potter

Tags: None

Lily Potter nee Evans: Have Mercy!

Lily Potter nee Evans smiled, pausing outside the sitting room door upon hearing Harry's giggles, her worries and anxiety about the war forgotten and disregarded for the moment as she listened to her son's laughs.

Harry was her life and joy, her sunshine, her baby, and Lily knew James loved Harry with all his heart, too. So the young couple hadn't offered a single protest when Dumbledore advised them to go into hiding because of a prophecy, the contents of which he would only explain vaguely. But just the knowledge Harry was in danger was enough for Lily and James to agree to go into hiding.

Lily knew James didn't like the fact they had been excused from active service for the Order of the Phoenix, but it couldn't be helped, and she didn't like the fact much either, but Harry was more important than anything now, both she and James agreed on that.

She shook herself from her thoughts, which had been getting a bit melancholy just then, and opened the door, brushing her long, dark red hair out of her face as she did so, smiling and feeling her mood lifting when she saw what James was doing: making puffs of colored smoke shoot out of his wand for the amusement of their son in blue pajamas.

James turned to look at her, grinning, and his grin only widened when they both turned to look at a still giggling Harry, who looked exactly like James except for his eyes to others (including Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail), though Lily and James both could see Harry had her nose and lips instead of James's.

"Alright," said Lily softly, stepping farther into the room. "Bedtime, Harry darling."

James smiled gently, and the colored smoke stopped appearing from his wand as he scooped up their son and handed him to her.

Lily tightened her arms lovingly and protectively around Harry as James tossed his wand onto the couch, stretching and yawning. She smiled slightly at the sight and then turned and headed upstairs to put Harry to bed.

As she did climbed up the stairs, Harry giggling quietly in her embrace, she heard their front door burst open, and froze mid-step.

A moment later, James dashed out of the sitting room, and hissed, "It's Voldemort!"

Lily felt herself pale, and cradled Harry protectively against her chest as James sprinted into the hall, shouting as he went, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Even as he spoke, Lily was dashing with startling speed up the stairs, wishing desperately she had her wand on her, as her heart sank in disappointment and beat madly with anger at Peter Pettigrew's betrayal.

Reaching the nursery room, Lily slammed the door shut, her breathing rapid and fast as she clutched Harry, who was now silent and staring at her curiously, to her chest. Sorrow and dread filled her entire being as she heard the cursed words "Avada Kedavra!" James had fallen.

She put Harry into his crib and began to pile all sorts of things against the door, from chairs to toy boxes, knowing that it would be no use at all, but feeling that she had to do something, at the very least, even if it would only delay the inevitable for a few seconds.

As she attempted in vain to barricade she and Harry—especially Harry—in the nursery, she found herself hoping Sirius would not do anything rash to Peter—no, Pettigrew now, the cowardly traitor—when news of their deaths got out and consequently land himself in prison.

Hearing Voldemort's footsteps fast approaching, Lily gave up her attempts on barricading themselves in and went to scoop Harry up into her arms, knowing these few minutes and seconds would be her last moments with her child, who was certain to die as well-there was no shield for the Killing Curse.

Lily closed her bright-green almond eyes, feeling a deep sadness and resignation settle in her heart as she rocked Harry, pressing his small body against his chest and his head onto her shoulder and lay her face against the tiny head of messy black hair, feeling a few silent tears roll down her cheeks and into the mop of hair.

She opened her eyes, hearing Voldemort's footsteps echo loudly right outside the nursery's door, and tightened her arms momentarily around her beloved son.

A moment later, the door was forced open, and he, Voldemort, killer of her dear husband, stepped into the room. Upon seeing him, Lily put Harry back into his crib, which was behind her, and threw her arms wide, raising them in a desperate attempt to shield Harry from the evil wizard.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" She didn't register she had spoken until the despairing pleas had fallen from her lips.

Voldemort glared at her, his arms raised. "Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside, now," he demanded, eyes and voice equally cold.

To her surprise, she felt no fear of him, only fear for her son's life, for what he could do to her son . . . "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—" begged Lily, anguished. She knew Voldemort would never agree, of course; she wasn't the subject of the prophecy, Harry was, and so it was her son the Dark Lord Voldemort wanted. Still, it didn't hurt to try.

Voldemort raised his wand higher, a cruel glint in his eye as he spoke, cutting her off. "This is my last warning—"

"Not Harry! Please . . . have mercy . . . have mercy. . . Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything—" The words were wrenched from her; they came tumbling out of her mouth in her panic, before she had fully registered her words-but they were true, completely and utterly true, realized Lily through her haze of panic and despair, she would do absolutely anything for the little one behind her.

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" demanded Voldemort, towering over her, and Lily raised her arms higher, desperately shielding her treasured Harry from his sight.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as Voldemort uttered, for the second time that night, "Avada Kedavra!"

As her mind began to blank, her heartbeat began to diminish, her vision began to blur, Lily thought, "Mama loves you, Harry. Remember that: Mama and Dada love you, so very much."

A/N: Please note that from "Sorrow and dread filled her entire being as she heard the cursed words 'Avada Kedavra!' James had fallen" to "Her mouth opened in a silent scream as Voldemort uttered, for the second time that night, 'Avada Kedavra!,'" the dialogue is taken directly from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 17.