She heard the faint thump as someone fell to the ground. James. In just a second she knew that her husband was dead and that she would be following him quickly. She could only pray that the door in front of her would hold for at least a few moments more so she could hold onto her child one last time.

Softly she placed a kiss to the child's head, breathing in his clean scent. Lily looked down at him as she tried to memorize every laugh and smile that had crossed his face in the amount of time she had gotten to know her little boy.

A steady noise of someone walking towards their door came. Her fearful eyes were placed on the door, watching it as she waited for the end for only a few seconds. Again she pressed a kiss to the top of her son's head.

"Mama loves you," she breathed out.

The footsteps grew closer.

"Dada loves you too."

Closer.

"Be safe. Be strong."

His eyes were wide as if he was trying to understand just what she had said to him. It was just what James did at times when he was half listening or she was talking too fast for him to follow. As she looked at that little boy with the striking black hair and soft green eyes she saw how both their traits showed in the little boy.

The door burst open and she screamed, shielding Harry with her body as she turned so her back was facing the door, out a word that sounded like her husband's name. The crib was behind her, blocking her from getting away from the man. She set Harry down as he started crying, looking as if he knew what was going to happen.

Tears were going down her face as she put her finger to her lips for an attempt to get him to quiet down.

"Step aside," ordered the cruel voice from behind her.

Lily turned, set on facing the man with a face that was as composed as she could get it. "No." Her voice had shaken as she answered him, staring him down. Her hands gripped the bars from behind as if he was going to try and force her to move.

A smirk came across the man's face. "Step aside and I will let you live."

Violently she shook her head. "Kill me. Not Harry, please don't kill Harry," she begged, the composure she had only moments before dissolving. Tears poured down her face as she looked at him. Silence was circling around, only being broken by the little boy's cries that came every now and then.

She watched as the wand rose to point towards her.

Flashes of memories of holding James's hand, kissing him, and being with Harry flashed before her mind.

"Advada Kedavra!"

In a flash of light that was as green as her eyes she fell to the floor beside the crib with the knowledge that she would see Harry again someday fading away as her life left.

A/N

Meh. Another little thing.

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