She couldn't help but cry as she watched her son. So young, yet waging a war that was so it old it had killed her and his father. It was hard to believe it had been twelve years. Time never seemed to move here. If it wasn't for the looking glass, she would probably never know it even did.
She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, unsure if they were induced by fear, pride, love, or some twisted combination of the three. The only certainty was it wasn't the first time she had stood here and cried and it wouldn't be the last she shed for her dear, dear boy.
She watched as he dodged the basilisk this way and that, finally getting driving Godric's sword threw the roof of the creature's mouth, but not without a price. His arm was sliced open, poison taking him over. "Dear Merlin NO! He's too young to come here." Her cries where like wind in the either, there but silent all the same.
There were a million reasons why she cried, this among the masses. She continued to watch, his defeat of Riddle, his impending demise, and timely visit from Fawkes. Just as it became clear that Harry would leave the chamber alive with a slightly worse for wear Ginny Weasley the looking glass began to fade.
The fates were ending her time to view the earthly realm. She whispered to Harry as if he could hear her. "Be strong my dear boy, you've beat him back twice, one day you'll do it for good. I love you my sweet, darling boy."
Lilly hung her head and cried fresh tears for her son. Left alone so long ago, now fighting a fight much too large for his age and wisdoms, but not for his talents.
As a mother she feared for him, was proud of his bravery, but most of all she just loved him. Nothing else mattered if he just knew she loved him. She turned and let the misty nothingness take her over thinking only of her son and how proud she was of her brave little boy.
