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.