the fact that it’s canon that lily evans had to hear james die. she’s only 21 and she’s rushing to barricade the door with anything she can grab hold of and trying to do everything she can to save harry. harry- it’s all for harry- she needs to save her son, her boy. but then she hears james’ voice- stupid, brave potter- his voice is much different from when they were only eleven, but it still has the same arrogance, the same air of authority that lily used to scoff at and still does. over the clamouring, lily listens as his voice stops. and then she has to hear the moment his body hits the ground. it’s sudden; like a marionette whose strings had been cut. james potter, who she had once sworn she would hate until the day she died. james potter, who managed to win her heart during their final years at hogwarts and has kept it ever since. james potter is gone. dead just like that. it’s agony and it’s grief. but then it’s only fear as she hears the stairs creak and knows that voldemort is coming for them too.

















