Disclaimer: I own a copy of all the Harry Potter books and movies but as for the rights to them … also some parts are taken directly from DH and I've already told you I don't own that.

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I walk through the door. "James, come on. It's Harry's bedtime," I say, interrupting their game of making puffs of coloured smoke erupt from James' wand.

I look down at my baby, the small black-haired boy that looks so like his father, smiling up at us with his bright green eyes. He's so innocent, so carefree, so unknowing of the horrors that haunt our world, of the danger he faces, of the monster who hunts him.

The wind rattles the window panes slightly behind the open curtains as James lifts Harry up to me.

I slowly start to take Harry up to the nursery, dawdling slightly and poking faces at Harry while walking.

I reach the nursery, but before I can place Harry in his cot, there is a sudden loud bang and before I can react James is shouting at me, the desperate plea obvious in his voice. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"

I hesitate for a fraction of a second, and then the dreaded words run through the house, high and cold. "Avada Kedavra!"

It hits me that that was the last time I would ever see James. I didn't even tell him that I love him, and I let out a involuntary scream that I'm barely aware of making.

I hold Harry in one arm, throwing everything I can reach at the door as a pathetic attempt to survive, to keep my baby alive. I realise with a desperate loss of hope that I don't even have my wand; it's downstairs, pointlessly lying on the table. Why did I put down my wand?

I can hear him just outside the door and redouble my attempts to block him out, but it's pointless, as I knew deep down that it would be.

He enters. His pale face and red eyes make me shiver. I place Harry into the cot and spread my arms wide. I cower slightly, terrified, then I take a glance at Harry's face, and it brings me strength. I stand up slightly taller, showing the courage inside me Because I refuse to cower away, refuse to hide from death.

In one last desperate attempt to save my little boy I spread my arms wide and plead for his life. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl! Stand aside now!" The command in his voice is clear, but I refuse. What sort of person would I be to stand aside and watch Harry be killed; what kind of mother lets her baby die for her own benefit, for her own life?

"Not Harry, please, no! Take me, kill me instead-"

I refuse to stand aside, to let this monster hurt my Harry.

"This is my last warning-"

But I barely hear the words wash over me in my final, desperate attempt to save Harry, my final plea.

"Not Harry! Please have mercy … have mercy … Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything-" As I beg for my baby's life the truth of these words wash over me. I will do anything. I don't care if I die - I have to save Harry. I have to because I know that I would never be able to live without him and James; they are my life and now James is gone. I have to protect what I have left.

"Stand aside - stand aside, girl-"

I refuse, my arms held wide; I see as the decision is made in his cold eyes. I see my end so close. I watch his mouth forming the words, see the flash of green light - the last thing I will ever see before my body crumples to the floor like a rag doll.

But that's okay, that's okay because some things are worth dying for.

Some things are worth dying for, and my baby, my little Harry, is at the top of the list.

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