Hey guys, I just love James and Lily, so I decided to make another blog just dedicated to them.
And I love her
She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover bring
She brings to meLong time no Jily, huh? This is the scene from my friend Masha’s fanfic Дни Мародёров :33
In the midst of my scorching summer, I’ve decided to draw winter!Jily.
Don’t try to understand my logic.
Their lives were taken in a flash of green light.
In the blink of an eye.
In the blur of a moment.
He hit the floor with a dull thud.
James Potter died sockless and alone.
He told his wife to run, with their son, far and away.
It was impossible. They would not make it in time.
Nothing would stop Voldemort now.
They had been caught unawares.
How stupid of them to forget. How stupid of them to forget how easily broken their defences would be. How stupid of them to forget the danger that could spring upon them at any moment.
How stupid of them to forget their wands.
They were lost in a kiss, a singular moment of happiness, when their world came crashing down and their door came crashing open.
They were caught unawares.
Yet they knew who it was.
“It’s him! Run!”
Lily Potter didn’t need confirmation. Their door was open, wind blasting through it, she knew who it was. She ran. She grabbed her baby and she ran.
She didn’t look back, not once. She never saw the body of her husband.
She only heard the calm, sinister footsteps of another climbing the stairs.
They weren’t his footsteps. She knew his footsteps.
She cried, she sobbed. She never saw her husband again.
They had prepared themselves so often for the moment that took away their lives, and yet it was over in less than a minute.
They were waiting and then they stopped waiting. There was no in between.
Now Lily lays buried in the earth, in a grave paid for by the only friend left around to pay for it. She lays cold and sleeping, next to James, next to her husband and she will never meet her son alive again.
Sixteen long years will go by before her son’s footsteps tread the ground above.
She is a wisp; grey smoke on the edge of existence, not noticed. James and Lily cannot feel and cannot be felt, but they linger all the same, on that edge of existence, between life and death. Between death and Harry.
But for now there is nothing. No more singular moments of happiness for Lily Potter and no more kisses for James.
They were caught unawares.
Lily wasn’t sure why, but James Potter’s name always seemed to find itself next to hers for patrols. Was it a coincidence? Probably not as she, Lily, was the one to schedule them. However it was customary for the Head Boy & Head Girl to patrol together. Right?
