Just a short oneshot on how Lily's last thoughts might have went. Hope you enjoyed it,reviews are appreciated! :)

At that point when the door burst open, I knew I wouldn't be able to make it through. I grabbed the baby's cot tightly and spread my arms across it, hoping that it would be of some use and deter him to touching my baby. My poor Harry was only a baby, he still had his whole life in front of him, he had yet to be the Quidditch champion James was so sure he would turn out to be.

James.

My heart stopped when I thought of James. As the hooded figure slowly glided towards me, a million thoughts seemed to rush past my mind.

I thought of how happy I was when I first received my Hogwarts letter, how I had skipped with joy to Severus's house to tell him of this wonderful piece of news. I thought about how we sat together on Hogwarts Express and chatted about what life in Hogwarts would be like. I remember lying with him in the meadow near our houses during the holidays and having so much fun. But I also remembered how we drifted further, how he had broke my heart when he called me a Mudblood in front of everyone else.

I remembered how James was always there for me, how he tried to capture my attention since the beginning and failed. How he was always my Knight in shining amour even during the times I didn't realise it myself. I'm glad to have finally realised all these and accepted him. I remembered the times we worked together as Heads, the times we would stay up late chatting and snuggling in front of the fireplace, the times James would hold me as I slept, the times he would sneak breakfast for me so I wouldn't be late for lessons.

Then came marriage, and being Lily Potter was probably one of the best things that happened to me. I can't imagine an alternative life without James. Harry's not only both of our darling baby, but he's a testament of James and my love. Harry's got the best of both of us-my emerald eyes and James trademark jet black messy hair. With my two boys, I'm glad to have lived this lovely life and come thus far.

I have to admit I regret certain things in my life. I regret being mean to James and not realising that he was meant for me earlier. I regret not telling all my friends I loved them. I regret not saying goodbye to Sirus and everyone else and sending them my love. I regret not telling Tuney that despite all the mean names she called me I still loved her very much as my sister. I regret not getting a chance to hold James before he died and telling him I loved him and Harry with all of my heart. But despite these regrets, I certainly didn't regret being Lily Evans, then Lily Potter.

As the ray of green light struck me and I felt the last ounce of life draining from me, I felt oddly contented. I would be with James, we could spent an eternity together. I was sad to leave Harry, but I prayed with all my might he would make it through this.