Lily Potter's death
Title: “Infinity”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: R for character death and realism (at least I hope it looks scary)
Timeline: the Potters death, pre-SS
Summary: As she dies, Lily has a glimpse of what her murderer used to be. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Mrs Rowling. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: Both Lily and Voldemort POV. Not exactly what I intended it to be, but it’s still good. Also, here's an awesome pic made by
artsatalex.
INFINITY
Lily
I watched him and tears filled my eyes. I was so frightened but I had to hold on for Harry. Nothing could help my husband now. It hadn’t dawned upon me yet that I was already a widow.
My eyes hurt, swollen with tears I was too scared to shed. I clenched my wand, ready to fire, but he hit the weapon out of my hand. Something like a wicked smile twisted his ugly features. I knew, I just knew that I wasn’t going to survive this night.
He told me to step aside. I refused indignantly. How could he even suggest such a thing!? I was never that brave, I was never that smart, I was never playing a hero. But my son’s life was at stake. I begged him to let Harry go. I was ready to do anything but that. Not give him my baby.
“Step aside!” he almost asked.
The moment the green flash hit me I saw him again. In a burst of bright white light. How did I know it was him? I just guessed. He was tall and lean, a bit pale but this was not the dreadful skin of a walking nightmare that was standing in my baby’s room. He was a boy of about 16, solemn and handsome. His eyes were not yet scarlet, and living horror had not yet had a dwelling in every cell of his body.
He looked at me, stunned. His lips moved but I couldn’t distinguish the words he was uttering. It was a common Hogwarts dorm, piled with papers and workbooks. The boy was wearing Slytherin robes, his shirt unbuttoned at the throat, his Adam’s apple moving nervously underneath his skin. I felt some odd, almost motherly affection towards this forlorn creature.
Voldemort
The moment she made a contact with my mind, I almost lost balance. I shied away from her. I wanted to yell, “Don’t touch me!” Her feelings poured into me, scorching my frozen heart. I was right when I planned not to kill her. I didn’t want to have anything to do with that woman. One touch, one extra word seemed to be able to contaminate me with some sort of indefinite virus which there was no cure for.
She reached out to me, and I (that pathetic idiot of a boy I used to be) raised my hand. Her fingers brushed mine for a second. I almost shrieked. I cursed myself and every single thing in this blasted world I sought to dominate. Innocence in its purest form, the most destructive, and beautiful, and dangerous thing in the world. Its name was Lily, the flower I was about to crumble to dust.
It lasted for eternity, our touch, as we looked each other in the eye. Frozen in time, we remained silent and still.
Lily
His eyes were wide but not with fear or hate. He was amazed, and curious, and it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be so close to him, to contemplate, to explore, to understand.
He was alone in the room, alone in the world. He should have been neat and pedantic but right now his possessions were scattered about the place just like people of the world were dispersed around him, not that far, not really close to him. He had no family. He had no friends. He chose not to have all those treasures of life.
I looked at him and I got a glimpse of what his soul was truly like. Infinity. Lust for greatness. ‘Don’t you dare pity me,’ his flushed cheeks told me.
I cried silently for him. He was so different. So very different.
Voldemort
I hated her. I positively did. I wiped salty tears off her cheek violently with my finger. She stiffened under my touch. I wanted to smack her but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was too startled by her incomprehensible conduct.
The whirlwind of my resentment brought us apart but, our fingers still touching, I felt her decisiveness grow. She ripped the remnants of my soul to shreds, and she was pulling me under. I resisted. Terror gripped me.
“I will not follow you!” I mouthed in awe.
Lily
He had to go. The only way I could save Harry was to lure that monstrous person into the trap of destiny that awaited him in the other world. Maybe I could… just for a moment… preserve what had been left of that bright, intelligent, handsome boy that was not so unlike my Harry could be, if granted a chance to live.
My Harry would live. He must.
Voldemort
Something went wrong. The little red-haired bitch did something to me. My senses so high, I could see, I could feel everything and everyone around me - everything and everyone I’d known through all my life.
I saw two enormous emerald spheres in front of me, taunting, mocking my helplessness, and I was plunged into the green inferno. It sparkled everywhere around me.
I saw myself crumbling to pieces.
I screamed.
I died in that green flame, their eyes devouring me.
Lily
They say Avada Kedavra kills fast.
So they say - those who never had the chance to experience the tremendous pain, excruciating suffering it leads to.
My soul demolished, burst into flames, combusted and fell down in a flicker of ghostly greenish sparks. My heart was torn to pieces, each single one of them crushed as if by a heavy boot.
I could only pray his torment would last longer.
January 26-28, 2007