Lily's P.O.V
A/N: Hello again. Sorry I took so long to update, it's just that school started a few days ago and my life's been hectic. But I promised I would update and so I did. Again, thanks for commenting, its really encouraging as any other fanfic writer would know. Enjoy.
It is a cool night, so the fire is blazing in the living room of the Potter home in Potter estate in Godric's Hollow. James and I are sprawled on the couch with our son in the middle. James is relaxed, making bubbles float out of his wand that Harry keeps trying to grab in his little fist then glancing around in confusion after it pops. I'm still tense, knowing that an evil wizard is out to get your only child will put any mother on the edge. I trusted my husband's friends of course but one of them, Peter, had been acting strange. I wasn't all for the plan of making him our secret keeper but since I had no proof, I couldn't say anything. I sigh, trying to shake off the feeling of dread I have but it clings to me like a spider web. I touch my stomach with one hand and hope desperately that I am wrong. Should I tell him? I wonder as I glance at James. I decide that he should know in case something does happen. I open my mouth but am cut off by a blasting sound from our front door. "oh no" I breathe.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND RUN" James screams to me. I want to help but if I can keep Harry and his sister safe, then I will do anything. I turn to the doorway, but it's blocked by you-know-who so I run up the stairs, hoping there is something I can do to keep both my children safe. I cuddle Harry in my arms as he is sobbing hard. He must know something is very wrong. I hear sounds of a duel and let a sliver of hope rise in my chest. Maybe James is winning, and Voldemort can be chased out and all four of us can be safe. But I know that these are childish dreams and when I hear AVADA KEDAVRA and a thud, all my hopes vanish, consumed by grief. James! I'm so sorry. I hear footsteps, slow and relaxed. He knows that there is nowhere I can escape to. He's cornered me.
As Voldemort walks in, I put Harry in the crib and stand over him protectively. I'm crying but I'm so scared and angry and sad that I don't even care if I seem weak. "not Harry, please, not Harry" I keep saying, too consumed in grief for my dead husband and too drenched in fear to care what comes out of my mouth. I look at that hair-less, nose-less, red eyed figure in front of me with loathing at what he's trying to do. He's just a baby! I mentally yell at him. What did he ever do to you!? "stand aside girl, stand aside." He says to me. I don't obey. I won't watch my own child be killed. I have my unborn child to protect too but I know that my baby girl still has a chance of surviving if I die but Harry? He would die as soon as I move aside. "No, please not Harry! Take me. Kill me instead" I say throwing my arms out wide."Stand aside! I'm warning you." He says and I can see he is losing his patience. "No, no, no" I say, fully losing myself. "Harry please stay alive. Please be a good human being and if your sister survives, please take care of her." I whisper to Harry, who, despite not understanding, nods. Before I can turn around, two words steal my life away and I'm left with a last image of Harry's face and one comforting thought. I'll see James again. And then all goes black.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading. I personally found this the saddest to write. What about you?
Also thank you guys so much for 202 views. I know it's still not much, but I honestly did not expect it to go over 50. Please comment as it is so encouraging for me and just wait for the next chapter (it's going to be the last one).