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He was in the house.
Lily heard James scream as she rushed up the stairs and flung herself into Harry's nursery.
Only the moon and the stag night light on the dresser lit the room. Making shadows gently dance across the peaceful forest scene on the walls. A few wooden blocks scattered near the toy chest with the toy broom leaning against it, Harry's crib in the center of the room.
He was crying. Lily ran over and picked him up, rocking him back and forth. They needed to get out of here, she could apparate.
Lily reached for her wand. It wasn't there. It wasn't there.
Shit.
She’d left it down stairs on the bookcase in the living room. How could she be so stupid?!
Harry was sobbing, and she tried to comfort him. Maybe she could climb out the window? Shit, it was too high up, if she fell she might be fine but Harry.
Lily could hear His footsteps slowly coming up the stairs. Thump, Thump, Thump. Bastard really did have a flare for the dramatics.
She didn't have much time. There was nothing she could do but make one last stand and hope that even if she didn't survive she could take snake face with her and Harry could live. Remus and Sirius would take care of him.
She looked down at her beautiful baby, brushed aside his hair, and kissed him on the forehead. “I love you Harry, It’s going to be okay.” Lily gently placed him back in his crib just as the door was blown open, splinters flying.
She turned to face the monster, looking right into his red eyes.
“Stand aside girl!” he shouted.
“No! Kill me! Take me! But leave my Harry alone!”
“Stand aside you foolish girl!”
“ Never! ”
And that's when something strange happened.
There was a bright flash of light that swished Voldemort’s robes and suddenly Lily had a sword in her hands.
It was a beautiful silver that had an ornate hilt inlay with rubies, one the size of an egg on the pommel.
Holy shit it was the sword of fucking Gryffindor.
It hummed in her hands, and she felt a tingling warmth run through her, like when she picked up her wand for the first time.
Voldemort looked into his robes then looked up at her in confusion, face quickly contorting to rage.
He readied his wand but Lily was faster, she stabbed the sword into the ground and sent a shock wave at him knocking him off balance. Pulling the sword out of the floor she swung it in his direction, her magic responded hurling a bolt of lightning into his chest. Voldemort fell back into the hall, screeching in fury, crashing into the pale blue walls.
“ Avada Kedavra! ”
Lily dodged, the spell smashed through the nursery window behind her. A little too close to Harry for comfort.
She ran into the hall sword held aloft and brought it down on Voldemort, only for him to roll to the side onto the floor and point his wand at her “ Diffindo! ” It sliced deep into her shoulder and Lily screamed out in pain and rage. She pushed past it and took another swing at Voldemort as he dragged himself across her floor. The blade cut through his thigh with only the slightest resistance, she could feel when it went through his femur, it flew into the wall and fell to the floor leaving blood splatters behind.
He stared at his leg sitting up howling in fury, “ Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! AVADA KEDAVRA!” But Lily was too quick, the spells destroyed the hall, splinters and chunks of wall flying.
Lily raised her sword and swung it down, she took in the fury and shock on the Dark Lord’s face as her blade cut through him like he was nothing, taking his head clean off. Gore spraying the broken walls and herself. His head and body thumped to the floor both going slack with pools of blood quickly forming and sinking into her nice wood floor.
She stared down at the decapitated body of the Dark Lord in shock for a moment then plunged her sword into his chest through his heart, just in case.
She had done it. Lily Potter had killed the Dark Lord Voldemort. With a sword, a magic sword but still.
Lily ran back into the nursery, leaving the sword in his chest, to her crying baby boy. She picked him up rocking him back and forth laughing. He was dead. He was dead! And her baby was alive! She swung him around and held him close to her chest, his crying died down and joy flooded her.
She moved Harry to one arm, walked over and yanked the bloodied sword out of the Dark Lord, holding it out in front of her. It needed to be cleaned, she needed to be cleaned… and so did Harry. Oh my, how did she not notice she got blood on her little boy? She could wield her magic through it so maybe… Lily flicked a bit of power into it and imagined them all clean, the sword hummed as the blood dissipated. It felt different than using her wand. She wasn't just using her magic, the sword had its own magic she could feel it twirling around her own. Lily wanted to bring it with her but it was long and would be difficult to carry around, she wished -
The sword started to shrink to the size of a small dagger with a scabbard appearing on it. The scabbard a polished dark red leather with gold accents and the Gryffindor house crest pressed into the center.
Well… that was convenient.
Lily managed to attach the scabbard to her belt and made her way past the corpse and down stairs to see… James.
He was lying on their light hardwood floor, lifeless eyes gazing at the ceiling, wand still clutched in his hand. She could feel tears gather in her eyes, all the joy from earlier fleeing from her like shadows that run from the light.
She knelt down beside him, Harry starting to fall to sleep in her arm, and put her hand on his still warm cheek. “Oh James.” She pressed her forehead to his, her tears landing in his eyes. “I love you. I'm going to miss you so much, you massive pain in the arse.” A small smile on her face even as her voice shook, and she pressed a kiss to his forehead and closed his eyes.
Lily slowly got to her feet, wiped her tears, and made her way to the living room. It was completely untouched. The warm cream walls, the large bookcase that took up a whole wall. Their comfy blue couch in front of the cheerfully lit fireplace. The fuzzy Gryffindor rug under the coffee table. The large widow with the opened red curtains let the moonlight stream in. She would never sit with James in here again. She could feel the tears and grief start to set in. She shook it away for now and walked to the bookcase, her bloodied foot prints staining the pristine floor.
There it was, her wand, lying there innocently like there was nothing wrong. Lily picked it up and put it in her pocket, she would need to go get her holster. She needed to pack. Fuck this, fuck Britain. She knew they should have left the country, she would not be repeating that mistake again. Why did they let Dumbledore talk them into staying? Like the Fidelius charm would be enough.
Peter. That rat bastard! He sold them out! The traitor! There were definitely a few things she would need to take care of before she could leave Britain. Like James' funeral, but now was not the time for that.
She made her way back up the stairs, through the broken hallway, past dead snake face, and into her bedroom. Lily stood at the edge of her bed, pulled out her wand, and waved it around, summoning everything she needed and wanted, packing it all away into her expanded trunk. Harry’s toys and baby bag flew from his room into her trunk. Her clothes, potion supplies, all the books from the living room, the necklaces James had given her for her birthday, everything went into her trunk. It closed and she tapped it twice, shrinking it and putting it into her pocket. She took her wand holster from the nightstand and it snapped into place on her arm.
Lily looked around her bedroom, barren of all personal items, with Harry sleeping against her chest. She raised her wand and apparated away.