A/N: After reading it over again a couple times I realized I didn't hate this story. So I decided to do Lily's POV. Hope you like it.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off…"

"No." I said firmly, grabbing his wrist. "I can't leave you. I won't leave you. We're in this together remember?"

He looked at me, fear and pain in his eyes and roughly began to loosen my grip. "Lily, go. Save yourself, save Harry." When I reattached myself to his wrist his temper flashed. "There is more at stake here than you and me Lily! The future of our world depends on our strength!" He succeeded in removing my hand again. "Now go! Hurry! Be strong, and remember I love you, I'll always love you." With that he turned to face the door straight-backed and proud.

I stumbled from the room, rushing to Harry's nursery. I could hear the door blast off its hinges. I slammed the door to the nursery closed. I heard a high, bone-chilling cackle, James shouting, cursing him, hexing him. A flash of green light, and then…

No, No, NO! James no! You can't leave me, you promised me we'd be together forever. I need you. I love you. Oh Merlin I love you so much.

Come back come back come back. I love you James! I need you! I cant' go on without you James, this isn't how its supposed to be! There's no point. Kill me now Voldemort!

OhJamesIneedyou.IloveyouJamesIloveyouIIoveyouIloveyouIloveyou…Harry.

The cooing coming from behind me made me spin around. My son, my pride and joy, was sitting in his crib, holding his arms up for me to pick him up, to hold him, to rock him, to love him.

Rage burst inside me for the injustice of it all. I would never grow old with my soul mate. I had always wondered if James would ever lose the boyish grin, if James would ever lose the mischievous glint in his eye. Well he wouldn't now.

I stroked Harry's head murmuring soothing sounds. "Sh darling, it's alright. It's all going to be alright."

Immediately I began to think of things I'd never be able to do. I'd never be able to see Harry's first ride on a broomstick, I wouldn't be there when he got his first wand, I wouldn't read his Hogwarts letter, I couldn't see his first Quidditch match, I wouldn't be able to owl him at school asking suffocating mothering questions like "Have you eaten your vegetables?" or "Has my son found himself a lady friend?" I would never see his first girlfriend, I wouldn't be able to cry at his wedding. I would never go to Diagon Alley with James, see someone we knew and say "Oh, have you met Harry, our son?" They would comment on his eyes, my eyes. I would laugh and say, "Yes, that's about the only thing I gave him. Well that and his brains." James would pretend to be outraged, then quickly quip, "But he got my dashing good looks so no one cares about his brains anyway. Right son?" Then James would ruffle Harry's hair so it looked liked James' in fifth year. Harry would smile sheepishly up at his father and say, "Yes Dad."

I would never get to hear Harry say "Mummy".

I could hear Voldemort coming down the hall. I continued to stroke Harry's head, comforting him. "Harry," I said softly. "Mummy and Daddy have to go away for a while. It's ok though, I'm sure you'll make us proud. Be a good boy, and remember Mummy and Daddy both love you very much. We'll watch over you, and I promise we'll see you again someday. I love you Harry." I leaned down, kissed Harry on his forehead, and turned to face Voldemort.

The door was blasted off its hinges and there he stood, triumphantly, a mad gleam in his eye.

I had faced him three times before, but this was different. This time I knew there was no way out, no way to avoid the inevitable. Why did it have to be Harry? My mind flicked to the Longbottoms, to Alice, to Neville. How I hoped they were safe. Safe like Harry would be soon.

Voldemort's cackling filled the room.

"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything—" I pleaded desperately.

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" Voldemort said coldly, pointing his wand directly at my heart.

I'm coming James

"No." I said firmly. "If you want to kill Harry you'll have to kill me too."

Voldemort began to raise his wand. I shot one more glance back at my child. Harry was looking at me, tears in his eyes, wondering why his mummy wouldn't hold him. I wished fervently that he would have a long life, a happy life, a carefree life, but at the same time I knew he wouldn't.

Yes we kept him safe.

But at what price?