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A/N: This came to me on the ride home on the bus. Took me all of ten minutes to write, which may explain the vague-ness. This is a third person Lily Potter thing.
She wonders how it all goes, and how it all ends. She never knew of ends. She knew of beginnings; she's had quite a number of them.
But she never knew of ends.
Perhaps tomorrow, she muses, a glint of knowing shining in her bright green eyes.
Perhaps tomorrow, indeed. Perhaps tomorrow, when the day is new and the sun is bright, and the people and places are changed by events that might have transpired today.
Perhaps tomorrow, she will understand.
He never smiles anymore. She wonders why.
She's blind to most things, she realizes. A certain man with hair of liquid platinum, eyes of steel and a heart of one, as well, told her so long ago, back when the days were impossibly short. She wanted, with all her heart, not to believe it. But she knew it was true.
Perhaps tomorrow, he shall smile, she says to herself. Perhaps tomorrow, everything will be the same again.
And a hundred and one tomorrows pass; he never smiles.
She speaks to his friend, her son's godfather. "Maybe he found someone else," she says blankly. "Maybe he doesn't quite like me anymore."
He shushes her tersely and tells her that she's talking nonsense.
She nods, though not quite agreeing.
He holds her hands and stares into her eyes. "It will all be fine."
She nods. "Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow, it will be."
And he smiles tiredly, asks if she would want to stay for the night.
She declines.
He kisses her forehead, hugs her and tells her that things will be looking up soon.
And she believes him.
And that night, he smiles. He smiles and laughed, and told her that he loved her.
And she knew that this was her tomorrow.
He tells her of his plan. And she lights up with happiness, finding the feeling rather foreign.
"We shall be safe," he tells her, and she giggles.
And that night, she lost all tomorrows. Beginnings meshed together in a foggy mass, and pushed all her tomorrows away.
And that night on Godric's Hollow, when she had her world, yet never felt more alone, as her son whimpered quietly in her arms, she understood why.
Today was her last tomorrow.
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