They say that a mother's love should be unconditional, I always disagreed with that
They say that a mother's love should be unconditional, I always disagreed with that. No mother will know how her child would turn out; he could be the scum of society like Voldemort. Does his mother still love him? I hope so. I can see now why it's unconditional; because, as I stood before Voldemort pleading for his life .I realised that nothing mattered apart from giving him the life he deserved. James was dead; he never would of let Voldemort this close to Harry unless he was dead.
I didn't grieve; I knew I would see him soon. I knew I had to leave Harry, even though it was tearing me apart. It was my time to shine to fight. I knew that he would take the bait, so kissing Harry good bye I accepted my fate and died for him. I didn't know that the curse would re-bounded I was hoping to by time, time for Dumbledore, Sirius, anyone to come and save him.
Even without them, he lived.
In death, I saw all the truths that I couldn't see in life. I knew Harry would survive all that life would throw at him, he was a born fighter. Even as I watched him struggle, I saw that he would always come through. A little tired, a little battered, but stronger, he would win.
I knew that James had always loved me, even when he was an arrogant and picked on those he dint see as worthy. He loved me and loved others in his own way. He was my daylight and he always did shine.
I knew that for all their struggles, the Marauders really were brothers. Sirius would always reckless, but loyal.For what he did for my family he would always be in my heart too. Remus for all of his loneliness and self hate was always a great man. He taught my son to stand up, and to fight back where I couldn't. I can see so much of him in Teddy, Harry will help him become as great man as well.
I also knew that he could never have been saved. He held on to the bitterness since he was a child ,and could never see the beauty in the world. He never regretted his part in the torture of the innocent, only his part in my death. I also knew that I never truly cared for him. Only for my wish for him to be saved, and it nearly destroyed me. How he treated Harry was wrong, but he saved his life and I never could hate him anyway. I wish he would shine, but the bitterness runs too deep, and even in death he can't be at peace.
Now, as I wait to welcome my son back to me. Watching as he slips away from the land of the living in his sleep. I see all of the light shine around me, filling me with warmth. As every loved one and family member stands beside me to welcome a hero, I know that all is well. My life was but a foot note in the history of the Wizerding world, but it was filled will love as well as heart ache. I want the world to know that we are the soldiers who fought in the Great Wars, and we died for a better future. We succeeded.
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