Post by Elienp on Nov 19, 2011 0:27:06 GMT -8
Title: Their Quidditch World Cup
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 298
Summary: Lily also wanted to bring Harry to the Quidditch World Cup.
The tears were flooding her cheeks, she did nothing to wipe them off. It'd be useless for others would immediately replace them.
She and James didn't have much time left. She knew they had to make the most of what they had while they still could but, right now, she wondered if her heart would last till the end.
Lily was leaning against the door frame, watching her husband teaching their son to fly.
She smiled as she remembered her husband's words.
“He'll be a great Quidditch player! With such parents as us how could it go otherwise?”
James's dearest wish was to bring his son to the Quidditch World Cup. It'd be wonderful and mean they had won.
Albeit she was smiling, the tears hadn't stopped flowing.
Her son, her husband, if only she could ensure their safety, if only she was strong enough to protect them.
She was also certain Harry'd make a great Quidditch player, whatever would be the post he'd choose...
Lily forcefully shook her head. Since when did she give up so easily? She wasn't a weak woman. She was strong, and would get stronger for the men of her life.
She would fight.
She wanted to see her son play, with his father first, perhaps with the both of them, then as a member of a team – if he wished it of course. She wanted to bring Harry to the Quidditch World Cup, to see his eyes sparkle with wonderment. She wanted her and James to be there to support Harry but, above all, she wanted her son to live these experiences, even if it wasn't with them.
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 298
Summary: Lily also wanted to bring Harry to the Quidditch World Cup.
The tears were flooding her cheeks, she did nothing to wipe them off. It'd be useless for others would immediately replace them.
She and James didn't have much time left. She knew they had to make the most of what they had while they still could but, right now, she wondered if her heart would last till the end.
Lily was leaning against the door frame, watching her husband teaching their son to fly.
She smiled as she remembered her husband's words.
“He'll be a great Quidditch player! With such parents as us how could it go otherwise?”
James's dearest wish was to bring his son to the Quidditch World Cup. It'd be wonderful and mean they had won.
Albeit she was smiling, the tears hadn't stopped flowing.
Her son, her husband, if only she could ensure their safety, if only she was strong enough to protect them.
She was also certain Harry'd make a great Quidditch player, whatever would be the post he'd choose...
Lily forcefully shook her head. Since when did she give up so easily? She wasn't a weak woman. She was strong, and would get stronger for the men of her life.
She would fight.
She wanted to see her son play, with his father first, perhaps with the both of them, then as a member of a team – if he wished it of course. She wanted to bring Harry to the Quidditch World Cup, to see his eyes sparkle with wonderment. She wanted her and James to be there to support Harry but, above all, she wanted her son to live these experiences, even if it wasn't with them.
this was so sad! Well done! I love it! 
