FIC: Futile - for edhelur
Title: Futile
Rating: G?
Pairing: Implied James/Lily.
Summary: The 'sorry' never made it past his throat.
Author’s Note: In response to edhelur fic request over at hp_synergy HERE.
He stood there, his wand raised high, ready to protect his wife and son. A son that couldn’t yet talk, couldn’t even begin to formulate the meaning of the word dad. A son that he probably wouldn’t ever see grow-up. That wouldn’t have the chance to fall in love. Wouldn’t have a life to call his own.
All this he feared. But he would fight and fight hard before letting Harry’s downfall pass. He looked at the man before him. Casted spell after spell, despite the tears in his eyes, in an effort to halt the beast after his son. And watched with cold fury as each spell was dodged.
When he ran out of spells, futile spells in which he had entrusted the safety of his family, all he could do was pray. Pray to a God he didn’t believe in and beg for the life of his wife and son.
And as the tip of the Dark Lord's wand grew green, reminding him so much of his son’s eyes, he knew he had failed. Failed to protect his family. Failed to protect his only child. Above all else, he knew he had been betrayed by those he had dared trust and love. He didn't even have the chance to close his eyes before the curse struck.
The 'sorry' never made it past his throat.
End.
Edit: I also found another drawing which basically follows this plot by karasu_hime and it can be found HERE.
Feedback is appreciated.
Rating: G?
Pairing: Implied James/Lily.
Summary: The 'sorry' never made it past his throat.
Author’s Note: In response to edhelur fic request over at hp_synergy HERE.
He stood there, his wand raised high, ready to protect his wife and son. A son that couldn’t yet talk, couldn’t even begin to formulate the meaning of the word dad. A son that he probably wouldn’t ever see grow-up. That wouldn’t have the chance to fall in love. Wouldn’t have a life to call his own.
All this he feared. But he would fight and fight hard before letting Harry’s downfall pass. He looked at the man before him. Casted spell after spell, despite the tears in his eyes, in an effort to halt the beast after his son. And watched with cold fury as each spell was dodged.
When he ran out of spells, futile spells in which he had entrusted the safety of his family, all he could do was pray. Pray to a God he didn’t believe in and beg for the life of his wife and son.
And as the tip of the Dark Lord's wand grew green, reminding him so much of his son’s eyes, he knew he had failed. Failed to protect his family. Failed to protect his only child. Above all else, he knew he had been betrayed by those he had dared trust and love. He didn't even have the chance to close his eyes before the curse struck.
The 'sorry' never made it past his throat.
End.
Edit: I also found another drawing which basically follows this plot by karasu_hime and it can be found HERE.
Feedback is appreciated.