I won't wave my white flag!
Lily and James knew. The moment they heard their front gate slam open, they knew.
I won't wave my white flag, no!
They were going to die and they knew they'd do it anyway because they had to protect their son.
I won't give up the fight!
They knew they'd never watch him live. Never watch him grow. Never get to hug him. That was something they'd have to accept.
Take a hit! Shoot me down!
As they gave each other one last look, one last touch, they knew.
Playing dead, I'll never do!
Thoughts were surprisingly calm. They never wanted this to happen but they expected it. Ready to die for the one they lived more than anything.
Don't you know? I ain't afraid! To shed a little blood!
They'd never been, why would they? The Potter family was always ready to welcome death with open arms. It was natural. That didn't mean James liked having to leave his son just because a traitor decided his time was up.
Broken promises, what a sin!
They knew they'd been betrayed the moment they realised they were going to die. They only hoped and prayed that he was caught. That their son would be safe. He was their sun after all. Bringing light into their lives, warmth. A reason for joy in these harsh times.
This time I won't let go!
They held onto their time as long as they could. Held their son as much as possible. They'd never let him go and that conviction stained their souls.
I'd rather die!
They'd die fighting. Fighting the wrongness seeping into their world. The evil that set itself upon them. They'd never stop fighting, no matter what.
Than give up the fight!
And when they saw that flash of green, they blinked and then saw their son, who they'd spent thirteen years and yet no time at all watching, standing there. Beaten, haggard, and bleeding but alive. Alive and standing but swaying and looking like he'd collapse in just a second. And so James and Lily stared for just a moment, drinking in his living, breathing body before smiling at him and turning to the beast who'd destroyed their world.
Won't wave my white flag, no!
They and the others who'd appeared swarmed the abomination against nature to give the boy just a chance and that was all he needed.
This time I won't let go!
When next they saw him, he was older again. Walking to his own death this time. They didn't want him to join them, nor did Sirius. As much as they wanted to be able to truly touch him, they couldn't. Not yet. They knew he'd live and would have a chance to grow but how they hated that he'd been told to let himself be murdered again.
Raise my white flag, no!
The final time they saw their son was nearly ninety years later, when he'd gone and grown up into a formidable young man into a powerful elder who protected and taught the next generations. A large family and a content smile on his old face as his eyes closed to that plane and opened in the next, young and vibrant once again. He and his wife both looked up at their parents, who'd all kind of formed a collective to wait for the kids, and smiled broadly.
"I think I'd like a hug now, Mum," his cheek had never left and had only gotten stronger.