Chosen Character: James Potter Sr.
Ratings/Warnings: 3-5th, violence, profanity
Word Count: 419
A/N: Once upon a time, there was a lovely girl named Maple who took the time to beta this for me. Thank you <3
“Take Harry and run! I’ll hold him off!” I yell. I wait for Lily to process what I have said.
I know that if I try to hold him off, I’ll die. Hell, I’m sprinting down the hallway not even holding a wand. I’m just hoping to buy Lily a little more time.
This is what I have been fearing ever since I married Lily and we had Harry. We knew that it was dangerous to be in the Order of the Phoenix, but we both agreed that we didn’t care. When we had Harry, we thought it through again. What if Voldemort came to our house and tried to kill us and ended up taking him instead?
We stayed, though.We stayed because Dumbledore told us about a prophecy that Harry was a key part of, and the Order was the best chance he had of being protected. The Fidelius Charm was put on our house.
I wonder how on earth Voldemort got to Lily’s and my house if we were protected by a charm where you could only see the house if the Secret-Keeper told you where it was.
Peter. That thought runs through my mind as sharp and as cold as a knife. Peter told.
“That traitor!” I yell tiredly, only I’m not sure if the words come out. Sirius would be blamed, only he wasn’t to blame at all.
And now I have to stop thinking because Voldemort’s entered the room and I don’t even have a wand and what the hell am I going to do.
I want to confront him, really I do. I even take a tiny step forward as if to, I don’t know, physically hurt him. His face is white and his eyes are red, barely even a human at all.
I don’t know how but I’m not even worried about myself right now. All I can think about is Lily and Harry. I don’t know if she’s escaped, I’m sure it’s only been a matter of seconds since we saw Voldemort, but maybe—just maybe maybe maybe—she got out, she escaped.
Where would she go?
I think that Voldemort smiles—he actually smiles, like this is some kind of sport or something, but I guess it is, to him.
It’s funny, isn’t it, because I used to care all about myself, but now I’m going to die and I’m thinking about everybody but myself.
And then Voldemort raises his wand and I don’t even know what the hell happens.