quickie drabbley type thing

[wook77]

I started queerditch_pub last night before work beckoned me back... I wrote one drabble and it's het. It has angst, character death and schtuffs.



The prompt was a song lyrics - James/Lily -- the confusion that was hers / belongs now, to the baby down the hall


She raced down the hallway, James's yelling barely audible over the pounding of blood and adrenaline. She had to get to Harry, had to protect him somehow.

The door bounced off the wall, a small dent where the knob hit, as Lily tore in to the room. Harry giggled in his crib as he hung on to the rails.

It was a natural, if frantic, motion to sweep Harry into her arms and hold him tightly to her chest. Her back hunched as she tried to Apparate.

She was too late, though, as her world slowed and she pleaded and protected and sacrificed. It was almost enough to hover just long enough to know that Voldemort disappeared and Harry was safe.

James needed her and so she left, leaving the confusion of life behind her.

Comments

[drusillas-rain.livejournal.com]

sad and lovely

[werewolfsfan.livejournal.com]

Wow! This is so very vivid. But what an ideal prompt for that night!