ALL TOO SOON
Lily curled up on the couch. She was the only Gryffindor to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday, and she was very, very lonely.
Her friends had invited her to come to their houses for the holiday, but Lily felt that she deserved to be alone this season.
The Evans parents had killed themselves just a month before, and Lily felt undeserving of her life while her loving mother and father were striped of theirs.
A tear trickled down her cheek as she stared at the knife she held in her hand. She could end it all right then with a little slash. It would only take the small motion of pulling the knife across her throat and she could end the pain and suffering, just like her parents.
Would they be proud of her; that she had the courage to do it herself and not be a coward and just keep living in the hell that surrounded her? If they had done it, maybe it meant that was what she was supposed to do as well.
With her hand shaking uncontrollably, Lily started to bring the knife up to her throat. From a fumble of her hand, the knife was dropped.
"Damn."
Lily swore as she bent down to pick the knife up off the floor. She was bringing it back up to her, when she heard someone trying to get into the Common Room.
"LILY!"
Lily looked up with a ray of hope;
"James?"
She slipped and fell onto the sharp knife, which deeply impaled her stomach and cut into her abdomen.
And so ended the life of Lily Evans, with James crouching over her holding her in his arms. She never lived long enough to become the loving wife and mother we knew her to be.
(AN: Since I very well can't leave you thinking on this note; I'll give you another chapter today too.)
