It Will Pass

Part 2: Never

Mikia

            Lily watched the fire cackling amongst its woody ashes in the lounge where she and James sat watching over their humble home. Both were worried. 'What if somebody were to find out about us?' they would think in silence. They both knew that they could trust Peter and Sirius's judgment, but it couldn't blend down the agonizing feeling that they had that something was about to happen.

            She traced her finger down the side of her face in deep thought. The possibility of something happening tonight was the same way every night. Who knew what the future might hold.

            She looked up at James who was reading the Daily Prophet and smiled. They had been together through thick and thin to the point that they couldn't turn back. There were a few regrets, but those didn't matter.

            Her mouth opened to say something, but it drained away at the sound of the door knocking. Startled, she went rigid and looked for an answer from James. There came none, for he was as confused as she was. Slowly raising himself from his armchair he muttered a spell under his breath to put out the fire, and tiptoed over to the window.

            Pulling the curtain back with his finger he peered through the side of it. Lily's suspicions were confirmed when she saw her husband's back stiffen as if petrified.

            "That two-timing, yellow-bellied, son of a-"James muttered his shoulders shaking in anger.

            "James, it can't be him? Can it?" Lily whispered rising from her seat and to her husband.

            James didn't answer, but in response, he picked up his wand from the coffee table.

            "Lily, when I say go, I want you to get Harry, get your broomstick from our room, and fly away from here. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself," he replied solemnly, taking her hand into his.

            Lily's voice caught back in throat. No! This couldn't be happening! He wasn't supposed to know we were here!

            The knocking grew louder and panic was starting to burn at her. Hugging and kissing her husband quickly, before whispering a last, "I love you," in his ear, Lily walked steadily out of the lounge towards the stairs. If he was to hear the rushing of footsteps, he would make his job faster than it was supposed to be. Turning around at the middle of the steps, she saw James standing in the lounge, unmoving, and waiting. A bang echoed in the house and Lily felt her body go cold. The front door came tumbling down onto the floor and the silhouette of a man stood in the light of the moon.

            "Oh God," Lily croaked, and her feet broke into a speeded run towards Harry's nursery. She heard scuffling and the yelling of spells behind her as she ran down the carpeted hall. When she finally reached the door, the yell of, "Avada Kedavra", echoed into the halls, and there was silence. Lily felt her heart break into pieces as she clutched the door knob and twisted it. The echoing of heavy shoes took the place of the ended fight as it started to head towards the stairs.

            She tumbled into the room and shut the door behind her. An all too familiar feeling overwhelmed her as the feeling of déjà vu crept upon her. Shaking it off, she ran towards the crib and took Harry into her arms. Her eyes met her own in her son and the faint memory of James. Heat penetrated against her back as the door collapsed like the front door had done earlier on. He was here.

            Turning around she saw him, a mixture of anger, hate, and fear filled her as she clutched Harry close.

            "Leave him be! Leave us alone!" she screamed turning towards Harry's dresser for her wand. When she met his eyes again, she saw his wand pointed at her as well. Clutching Harry close and pointing her wand up at him as well, a stream of curses escaped her mouth. They did nothing.

            It was finally time for him to quit being patient. Stiffening his wrist, he said the same fateful words that so ended the life of James Potter. Turning around to shield her son, she felt the spell hit her, and everything started to become a blur. As she tumbled forward she heard a scream. It wasn't Harry, nor she, but it came from behind the cradle. Further to the ground, her eyes met the eyes of a teenage girl. Green eyes, red hair, Hogwarts robes, screaming at the sight that she was seeing, it was all too familiar, but she wasn't in that position this time around. Lily remembered now, but it was too late. She couldn't warn her, she couldn't do anything. All she could do was fall and see the youth that she was, so oblivious to what might happen to her. Lily choked a cry back as she hit the floor.

            Her vision began to darken as she started off to one of the walls. The innocent red balloons were the last thing she would see.

            "Oh God," she said faintly. James was wrong. It didn't pass. It would never pass. It couldn't pass. The memory of seeing herself in the nursery caused a tear to slide down the side of her face, and her breathing passed over.

The End

Disclaimer: I know I wasn't exactly expecting to write a sequel, but I felt that it kind of needed one. It's hard to explain, but w/e. Let's see, the usual, I don't own Harry Potter nor do I have a life. That sets the record straight ^_^;