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James Potter
One song, before I go, glory, one song to leave behind
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Harry was still. His mother's presence was everything he had ever hoped for from her. "Mom? Are you still here?" He couldn't see her any more; her last whisper had died away. "Are you here?" No answer. He walked over to her tombstone, reading what it really said for the first time. Lily Potter; died: October 31; She's Still Here While We Remember. And beneath that a picture of a lily.
She's still here. Don't worry about her. She's happy now. Harry turned around, know by the strange echoing sound the voice had that it was one of the dead. "Dad." He whispered. His father really did look like him. Very like him. We're proud of you. Both of us. You're the one piece of us left behind in the world. You're our glory.
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I shoved you into her arms when I heard him coming. Shoved you into her arms and told her to run. That was the only way to save you, you know? All my life I had searched for one fight, one way to show everything I stand for. One test to show I was true. And now that the test was coming I was afraid. I saw everything I had to lose and I wanted to run back in time so that this wouldn't really be happening.
I wanted Lily live and you to live though. So I gave you to her and told her to run. And she ran for you. If you hadn't been born she would have stayed with me, trying to help me. I never heard him coming, Lord Voldemort. He was silent as the wind it's self. He came through the door and looked at me. Then he laughed. He asked me if I really thought I could beat him. I said I could. Then he laughed again. I fought him as best I could but he killed me. The last thing I heard was his whisper, so you think you can beat me?
I did beat him. I left you behind. I gave all I could give to you; I gave you part of me so I live on. When his curse hit me for the first time I knew true glory. The triumph of the winner who has lost everything to find one true song. It was destiny.
It's useless to run from destiny. Your mother taught me that. But that doesn't mean that you can't make sure that destiny bows to your rules first. And destiny bowed to my law. It left you behind to be my legacy. My one song. My glory.
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James smiled at his son and raised his hands in blessing, placing them on Harry's head. Blessing him, just like Lily had. It seamed like forever while the father and son stared into each others eyes. The father's smile of hope changed to one of satisfaction. Harry's lips had just begun to curve up into a smile when James began to fade. "No." Harry whispered, trying to hold onto his father's transparent form. "Don't leave me."
My work is done. My legacy is here. I must go now but know that you are the one promise I leave behind to the world. You are my glory.