Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Harry: Why are you here? All of you?
Lily: We never left.
Harry: Does it-does it hurt? Dying?
Sirius: Quicker than falling asleep.
James: You’re nearly there, son.
Harry: I’m sorry. I never wanted any of you to die for me. And Remus, your son…
Remus: Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he’ll understand.
Harry: You’ll stay with me?
James: Until the end.
Cause I’m never going down
I’m never giving up
I’m never gonna live
so put your hands upif you like me
then say you like me (x)
just in case
aaw im gonna cry i love this couple so much i cant stand the idea of them being dead
“You’re not denying it. I’m right, aren’t I? You think I should go home for Christmas!”
“It’s none of my business.”
“That’s not an answer!”
Lily frowned. “Maybe it would be good for you and your dad to resolve outstanding issues… that’s all. I’m not telling you what I think you should do, or judging your decision: I’m just giving you my opinion, which you asked for. So don’t snap at me for it, alright?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“And I’m not going home for Christmas.”
“That’s entirely your choice.”
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist… .
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning… .
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open…
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand…
”Lily, take Harry and go! Its him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!”
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand? … He laughed before casting the curse… .
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut… .
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear… . He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in… . She had no wand either… . How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments… .
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand… and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the last sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead… .
”Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside now.”
”Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!”
”This is my last warning.”
”Not Harry! Please … have mercy… have mercy… . Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I’ll do anything!”
”Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all… .
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Ch17