-Chapter 6-
-The End of the End-
-Lily Evans Potter-
Lily felt safe and secure in James's arms. She was so happy to be away from the craziness of the tormented wizarding world. She felt satisfied that she and James had tricked Voldemort by making their secret-keeper Peter. Lily shed tears of joy at the beauty of it all. She was relieved this moment had finally come.
Then it was over.
There was a loud rapping on the door, but before Lily or James could move it burst to pieces. The man, if you can call him that, who was standing in its place was none other than the tormentor himself.
Lord Voldemort.
"Good evening folks." His vile voice hissed.
Everything happened in an instant, James immediately was on his feet, wand revealed and pushing Harry into Lily's arms.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Their eyes met and in that very last glance they bid a heart-wrenching farewell. Lily spun and stumbled from the room clutching her precious son. She raced through the hallway and ran up the stairs. She was trying to ignore the thought that she heard those deadly words permeate from the Potter living room down stairs. Suddenly a bright green light filled the hallway she had just left.
Lily stood there clutching her baby, and her heart stopped. She felt it in her innermost soul.
She felt his love and life vanish from the face of the Earth . . . her James was dead.
Lily would have stared into the nothingness that was now her being; until she felt the bundle within her arms shift so he could breathe better. Lily's eyes locked on the little mirror images of her own, Harry had felt it too. Somehow even at that young age Harry knew that he no longer had a daddy. Lily watched with her shattered heart as a single tear slipped down Harry's cheek.
And Lily knew what must be done.
She turned and raced up the stairs reaching Harry's little bedroom, she gathered his baby things found Harry his little cap, picked him up, and turned to leave through the door. She opened it to get an eyeful of Voldemort, no longer wearing his cloak, but standing there unhidden and seemingly unafraid.
"I've come to pay the little man a vis-" Voldemort was unable to finish because of the door that slammed into his face and flung him against the wall.
The door was reopened within a heartbeat, and Voldemort was standing in the doorway, his face bleeding profusely, "GIVE ME THE CHILD." Came the deep rumble of a voice too angry to care what it sounded like.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she pleaded with a vengeance, throwing Harry's diaper bag at Voldemort's head. He dodged it but was nearly knocked over again when Harry's stroller was flung at him. He laughed to himself, so as to push aside the fear that this little woman was throwing things of incredible size at him, while grappling a baby boy.
"Stand aside you silly girl." He spat; she was wearing his already absent patience thin.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please!" Lily was maneuvering herself around the room so Voldemort would not corner her. "I'll do anything!"
"THEN GIVE ME THE BOY!" he raged.
Lily was taken aback at the sheer amount of hatred pouring from his voice. Lily felt her back touch the cool wood of Harry's crib, he had done it . . . Lord Voldemort had cornered her.
"Stand aside now," he was done playing.
"Not Harry, please no, take me kill me instead!" her tears were flowing free.
Lily watched Voldemort pulling his wand from somewhere in his black and murderously flowing robes.
"Not Harry! Please . . .have mercy . . . have mercy . . ." Lily knew she was knocking on death's door, reluctantly, but she was knocking on the large wooden twin castle doors. At these large doors, time slows and you be come deaf to all noise, just as it did for Lily. She looked from Voldemort's moving mouth and out stretched wand to her baby boy who was calmly watching in her arms. Their eyes met and another baby tear slipped from his mirror eyes.
He knew what would happen . . .
Lily spun herself between Harry and the impending curse, and with her everlasting time she kissed Harry gently on the forehead. She felt the curse course through her and tell her heart to stop, it told her brain to quiet. And they did.
The last conscious decision Lily made was to not fall on Harry, so her effort to save his tiny life would not be crushed by her own dead weight.
She fell and the last hope for Harry's life fell with her . . . or so it seemed to Lord Voldemort.
(End Chapter 6)
(For my mom who has yet to ban me from writing about HP.)
-The End of the End-
-Lily Evans Potter-
Lily felt safe and secure in James's arms. She was so happy to be away from the craziness of the tormented wizarding world. She felt satisfied that she and James had tricked Voldemort by making their secret-keeper Peter. Lily shed tears of joy at the beauty of it all. She was relieved this moment had finally come.
Then it was over.
There was a loud rapping on the door, but before Lily or James could move it burst to pieces. The man, if you can call him that, who was standing in its place was none other than the tormentor himself.
Lord Voldemort.
"Good evening folks." His vile voice hissed.
Everything happened in an instant, James immediately was on his feet, wand revealed and pushing Harry into Lily's arms.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Their eyes met and in that very last glance they bid a heart-wrenching farewell. Lily spun and stumbled from the room clutching her precious son. She raced through the hallway and ran up the stairs. She was trying to ignore the thought that she heard those deadly words permeate from the Potter living room down stairs. Suddenly a bright green light filled the hallway she had just left.
Lily stood there clutching her baby, and her heart stopped. She felt it in her innermost soul.
She felt his love and life vanish from the face of the Earth . . . her James was dead.
Lily would have stared into the nothingness that was now her being; until she felt the bundle within her arms shift so he could breathe better. Lily's eyes locked on the little mirror images of her own, Harry had felt it too. Somehow even at that young age Harry knew that he no longer had a daddy. Lily watched with her shattered heart as a single tear slipped down Harry's cheek.
And Lily knew what must be done.
She turned and raced up the stairs reaching Harry's little bedroom, she gathered his baby things found Harry his little cap, picked him up, and turned to leave through the door. She opened it to get an eyeful of Voldemort, no longer wearing his cloak, but standing there unhidden and seemingly unafraid.
"I've come to pay the little man a vis-" Voldemort was unable to finish because of the door that slammed into his face and flung him against the wall.
The door was reopened within a heartbeat, and Voldemort was standing in the doorway, his face bleeding profusely, "GIVE ME THE CHILD." Came the deep rumble of a voice too angry to care what it sounded like.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" she pleaded with a vengeance, throwing Harry's diaper bag at Voldemort's head. He dodged it but was nearly knocked over again when Harry's stroller was flung at him. He laughed to himself, so as to push aside the fear that this little woman was throwing things of incredible size at him, while grappling a baby boy.
"Stand aside you silly girl." He spat; she was wearing his already absent patience thin.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please!" Lily was maneuvering herself around the room so Voldemort would not corner her. "I'll do anything!"
"THEN GIVE ME THE BOY!" he raged.
Lily was taken aback at the sheer amount of hatred pouring from his voice. Lily felt her back touch the cool wood of Harry's crib, he had done it . . . Lord Voldemort had cornered her.
"Stand aside now," he was done playing.
"Not Harry, please no, take me kill me instead!" her tears were flowing free.
Lily watched Voldemort pulling his wand from somewhere in his black and murderously flowing robes.
"Not Harry! Please . . .have mercy . . . have mercy . . ." Lily knew she was knocking on death's door, reluctantly, but she was knocking on the large wooden twin castle doors. At these large doors, time slows and you be come deaf to all noise, just as it did for Lily. She looked from Voldemort's moving mouth and out stretched wand to her baby boy who was calmly watching in her arms. Their eyes met and another baby tear slipped from his mirror eyes.
He knew what would happen . . .
Lily spun herself between Harry and the impending curse, and with her everlasting time she kissed Harry gently on the forehead. She felt the curse course through her and tell her heart to stop, it told her brain to quiet. And they did.
The last conscious decision Lily made was to not fall on Harry, so her effort to save his tiny life would not be crushed by her own dead weight.
She fell and the last hope for Harry's life fell with her . . . or so it seemed to Lord Voldemort.
(End Chapter 6)
(For my mom who has yet to ban me from writing about HP.)
