Author's note: I hope that you enjoy this chapter. It's the final one for now, although I might get more ideas in the future and add to it. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Lily Potter
The thing about war is that it doesn't always feel real; everything happens so fast that sometimes it's hard to take in. There's death everywhere, and you feel powerless to stop it. People turn on each other, sometimes in true betrayal and sometimes because they've been coerced. I imagine that it's like living in Azkaban, being surrounded by Dementors all the time. You think that you'll never feel safe again, never be happy, never be free.
He Who Must Not Be Named seems to have an endless supply of Death Eaters. They're like the hydra in Greek mythology, the nine-headed serpent who grows two new heads for every head that gets cut off: For every Death Eater that we incapacitate, incarcerate, or kill, two more appear. Why anybody follows him, how anybody could admire him, I don't understand. I didn't understand it as a young teenager, and I don't understand it now.
I'm fortunate. Most of my friends are still alive. Not all of them, but most of them. Some people I know have had every one of their friends and family ripped away from them, and I'm not in that position. Don't get me wrong, I'm not so naïve as to believe that just because it hasn't happened, doesn't mean that it won't, but I've learned the value in taking and savouring each moment as it comes.
A war is no place for a child. It's no time to have a baby. I don't want my beautiful son to grow up in a place of ruin, I don't want him to grow up tainted and haunted by violence.
He's so innocent. My favourite thing to do is just cradle him in my arms and watch him as he sleeps. At two months old, he's far too young to understand what's happening, why I look so worried all the time. I think there's something to the saying "ignorance is bliss."
I love my son very much. Until he was born, I didn't know it was even possible for a person to hold this much love inside them. I love James, of course, and I love our friends, and I love my parents, but this is different. It's like my entire universe has shifted; or maybe it's that the tiny little being in my arms has become my entire universe.
I don't know how this war will unfold. Only time will tell. But I know this: I will do anything to protect my son. If it came to it, I would kill for him, and I would die for him.
I just want him to be safe.