And She Smiled
Lilly Potter stood trembling in her nursery. She had only just heard the sound of her husband's soft thud on the floor. She knew he was dead. All that was left between Voldemort and her child was she. She was not afraid to die in attempt to save her baby's life. She was worried. Worried that he would never feel the love he so desperately needed. Visions suddenly flashed before her eyes.
A little boy with messy dark hair and emerald eyes walked through Diagon Alley with a man of gargantuan proportions, a new snowy owl under his arm.
The same little boy flew through the air with grace and speed, like his father, to the cheers of his friends. In the crowds she saw that the loudest to cheer was a gangly red-headed boy and a bushy haired girl.
She saw him pull a glittering sword from a hat, and battle a basilisk. She saw Remus Lupin teaching the boy to perform a Patronus.
The boy stood in a dilapidated old shack with Sirius, and Remus, who had their wands pointed at Peter. Never had she been more proud in her life than when she saw the boy stand between Peter and his certain death.
She saw him, older, with a voice that had recently become much deeper, smiling and laughing with his friends. She saw a tiny red-headed girl looking on, a soft look on her face.
She saw Sirius bellowing Christmas carols in a way only Sirius could through an old staircase.
She saw the boy, older, sadder, wiser, hugging the red-headed girl as she cried.
The boy was now a man, standing over a graveyard with several gravestones. Remus Lupin and the red-haired boy, girl, and the bushy haired girl, all aged beyond their years, stood with him. Their heads were bowed. The red-haired girl stepped up to the boy, and took his hand in her own. From behind, they were painfully reminiscent of Lilly and James.
Lilly put Harry in his crib, tucking him in.
She saw the man and the red-haired woman swinging on a Muggle swing set, laughing together.
She saw them standing at an alter, the red-haired man with 5 other brothers, and the bushy haired girl, now a woman with curled hair, in his arms.
She saw the sterile white sheets of a hospital. The man with the messy dark hair that she loved so much, held in his arms a small bundle of blankets. His wife held another.
She turned to footsteps coming up the stairs.
A house flashed before her eyes. A dark haired man swung a little girl with red hair and emerald eyes onto his shoulders. A little dark haired girl ran at his side. His red headed wife held a boy, about a year old. Coming closer, Lilly saw the boy's dark messy hair, and over his mother's shoulders, he opened his eyes. Staring at her were her husband's hazel eyes.
The door burst open, a high pitched cackle filling the air.
I love you, Harry James Potter.
And she smiled.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter