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I always wondered how I’d go.
Would it be a heroic battle?
Would i have a family to mourn me?
Would all the news papers write about it?
Now I know the answer.
This morning I woke up with this... feeling. I felt like a man with everything to lose yet i had everything to look forward too. A haunting thought occurred as I watched Lily clean the breakfast dishes. What if I died? Right now, today. Watching my wife, the mother of my child, smile as she hummed an unknown melody to herself. I couldn't help but smile at her. Her cheeks so rosy, her eyes loving, her hair trickling down her shoulders, she was looked as beautiful as the day I married her. I went over, wrapped my arms around her slender waist and kissed the side of her face.
She giggled. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing my wife. You got a problem with that?"
"Not at all." Lily beamed happily. "What do you have to do today."
She turned to face me and pressed her lips on mine lightly. "Well you better get on it."
I nodded but took a minute to just look at her. To take her beauty in before forcing myself to leave her. "Okay Lils."
I went into my study and sighed. How would Lily have reacted if I told her the truth? That in the pit of my stomach i knew something was very wrong. Instead I did the next best thing. I Finishing my will. I stated clearly where i would want Harry to live in the event of our deaths and what his inheritance plan would be. It was an awful thing to have to think about but I had to. These weren't the times to assume anything. They were the times to have a back up plan. My ears perked up as I heard a shrill cry from upstairs that meant one thing, Harry was awake. I nodded at Lily as I passed her in the hallway before going up the steps to my sons room . Peeking in, I saw my baby boy screaming his head off as snitches zoomed above his cradle.
"I'm here buddy," I picked him up gently, he instantly stopped crying.
His big green eyes stare at me determinedly.
"Why are you making so much noise little guy? What’s wrong?" Harry starred at me and blew a raspberry. His eyes showed such intense innocence i had to laugh.
Then I stood confused. I tried to put him back but he would always start to cry the second I did. Finally I stopped trying to take him out when he cried, "Daddy!"
I held him fondly and stroke his little black hair that was so much like my own. I knew then that even when he grew up he would be his old man's son. I don't know how i knew this I just did. Suddenly I became aware that he fell back asleep in my arms. After awhile I put him back into his crib realizing what Harry wanted was for me to rock him to sleep.
Going back down stairs I went directly to the couch and fell asleep on the sofa watching the Qudditch world cup on the Acute. When i woke, I stretched and I looked out the window. It was dusk and i could smell a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen. Lily set the table and handed me my plate, we ate in silence. Maybe she sensed had started to sense it too. We ate quickly and I cleaned up the dishes. It didn't take long so I went back to the couch. My wand was in my desk drawer. I usually didn't have any use for it since we went into hiding but the moment I saw the front door open I knew that was a mistake. All the color in my face drained as I saw the man I'd been fighting for the past three years walk into my home. Bolting up the stairs I tried to convince Lily to leave with Harry. But she refused to leave me. The house was apparation proof so unless she jumped out the window there was no way out. I kissed her as deeply as i ever had, held my son, locked the door and ran down to stop him. But even in my frantic state i knew i would never reach my wand in time and without a wand there was little hope. I saw his eyes, his slit snake like eyes. And then there was nothing but visions.
I was born my parent's beamed in delight.
I was 2:
I rode my first broom with my uncle George watching amusedly as i flew higher and higher.
I was 4:
I accidentally set my uncle Georges pants on fire.
I was 6:
I stuck my father to a tree accidentally by using magic.
I was 11:
I got my Hogwarts letter my parent's boasted.
I met Sirius and Remus.
I saw Lily for the first time.
I was 12:
The marauders map was created.
I was 13:
Sirius and I set Mrs. Norris on fire.
I was 14:
i was sitting in Dumbledore’s office for turning the Slithern's pink with Padfoot. My uncle and grandparent's died in a fire.
I was 15:
I snuck out of school with Padfoot, Wormtail and Moony for full moon.
I was 16:
my parent's funeral.
I was 17:
Lily asked me out. I proposed to Lily and surprisingly wasn't turned down.
I graduated with honors; I shook Dumbledore’s hand proudly.
I was 18:
I married the love of my life, my lily.
Sirius got drunk and hit on Professor McGonagall.
I was 19 :Lily and I moved bought and moved into the house.
I was 20: Lily's pregnant, I fainted.
I was 21: Harold James Potter was born three weeks early.
I was 22: Me, Sirius, Peter, Remus, Alice and Lily threw Harry his 1st birthday party.
The green light filled my eyes as Lily's voice filled in my ears. "NOOO!" was the last thing I heard.
Often I wondered from time to time how my life would end.
Drip Drip Drip.
Would i be old, wrinkly and senile?
Drop Drop Drop.
Would my fairy tale prince find me and we live happily ever after?
Plump Plump Plump.
Would i have a hospital named in my honor?
Beep Beep Beep.
Or would I make nothing out of my life at all?
Plop Plop Plop
I guess now I know.
I woke warmly despite the fact that it was 40 degrees out. Opening my emerald green eyes i smiled genuially and utterly happy. My eyes searched the room until i saw my husband, sprawled out, snoring next to me. I gently pushed his black locks back but it was no use because instantly they went right back. I couldn't contain myself any longer i had to wake him up.
Sliding over to him i kissed him on the lips. After a few moments he kissed back and opened his eyes groggily. "Hello you," He whispered gruffily grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.
The alarm clock went off softly next to him but i barely noticed it. After a few minutes of him holding me i got up. "I better start breakfast"
He pulled me back with ease. "But i like you here." He pouted in a childlike way.
"Well-" I started licking his bottom lip and became emerced in his lips. Then slyly i moved my legs of the bed and ran to the door way.
"Ugh Lils!" He groaned.
I smiled but stayed were i was. "I have to start breakfast and you have to check on Harry!"
He got up and went to the shower door. "I will after a... very cold shower," He muttered subtly. I laughed and hit him with a towel.
Around 6 i began to finish up the photo book and my collection of papers. Love letters, notes Alice and i passed in class, certificates, letters to my parent's. I put the photo book, the papers and my green necklace in a shoe box. I then pushed it gently under a compartment in the lower book shelf. I slowly rose up the carpeted stairs and went into Harry's room. It was decorated with manly things from Quidditch also a few dragons moving on the celing. I wanted to keep it more diverse then just sports. Grabbing his bottle i picked him up and rocked him in the rocking chair my grandmother had left me. It had flowers carved into it and was probably was over 50 years old.
I fondly looked down at the small infant in my arms. He already had James's smile and uncontrollable black hair. Though he had my eyes which i hope means he has more common sense than James. I love my husband to death but there's a reason i hated him for 6 years and i'd hate my son to meet the same years of torment. My heart dropped. Something wasn't right. Heart pounding i rushed to the doorway, Harry still wrapped up in my arms.
"Lily he's here you have got to jump out the window. You can use magic to break your fall-"
"Lily this is serious he-"
"James i'm not leaving this baby fatherless!" I told him fiercly, my eyes blazing with intensity.
"Lily i will cause a distraction you have to go!"
"James i'm not leaving you!"
Suddenly i heard the front door creak open from downstairs. Before i could even think James kissed me. In my entire life nobody had ever kissed me like that, not even him.
Tear slid down my face as James quickly hugged him and locked the door as he left.
After a few minutes I heard a thud. My heart stopped i knew my husband was dead.
"Noooo!"I cried dropping Harry into the crib.
Voldemort arrived in my doorway his red eyes daggering into mine. "Hand over the boy."
"I would rather die." I cried defensively.
"One last chance. Move." His wand moved from Harry to me.
I stayed not moving an inch but taking one last look at Harry.
I was born, my mother glowed with happiness.
I was three, Petunia and I played school house in our attic.
I was nine, I broke my arm from falling out of a tree.
I was ten, I accidently levitated Petunia to the roof to get the frisbee.
I was eleven, i got my Hogwarts letter. I met Alice.
I was thirteen, i sent Potter to the hospital wing/ i got my first kiss.
I was fifteen , i was made a prefect.
I was sixteen, i got a letter my mother died. Petunia stopped speaking to me.
I was seventeen, i was made head girl. I asked James out. James proposed i said yes. I graduated.
I was eighteen, i married the first boy i ever kissed, James. I watched my father die.
I was nineteen, i was accepted into healer training.
I was twenty, i got a positive on my pregnancy test. Alice and I shared a baby shower.
I was twenty one, Harry came into this world. Harry said mommy.
I saw a flash of green light and that was it.