that is the first thing that pops into her head, as she watches him talk --watches him get too ahead of himself and have to start over. it's too organic and too . . . well, james to really be anybody but him, and james is genuine. he always has been, and he always will be, and finally, the reality of the situation is beginning to sink in.
this isn't home. and, it seems, this isn't the afterlife. no . . . this is a new place, and it is real. they were brought here, by something -- voldemort, maybe, but that seems unlikely, given how badly voldemort wanted to kill them. why keep them alive just to move them somewhere else? this isn't magic, it's something else.
and if it is something else . . . then james does not remember. why, lily has no idea. did voldemort wipe his memory? did ... whoever is in charge of this place? what happened, exactly? but that is irrelevant, really, because james genuinely does not know, and suddenly, her heart drops into her stomach. he doesn't know.
suddenly, she wants to cry again. but she bites the inside of her cheek, and fights down the urge to (1) cry and (2) demand that they find harry again, and instead: ]
Voldemort came to Godric's Hollow. On Halloween. 1981.
[ it's said in a soft tone, just above a whisper. she doesn't need to finish it, to explain what happened. no one ecapes voldemort three times. few people even escape him once. but isolated, in godric's hollow, with no one there . . . voldemort was there to kill, and kill he did.
lily swallows, to try and finish the story -- to share details, because james deserves to know, he, of all people, deserve to know what happened, exactly, and how he had died -- but once she says the first part, words fail her, and she reaches out again to grab at his hand, to grip it. ]
Stay with me, because I'm here, and you're here, and we need to stay that way.
[ it's soft, almost a little desperate, but she searches out his eyes. still terrified, still pale, but lily at least has some sense of purpose in her eyes, now. ]
We need to find Harry, and our friends, and -- [ this takes some doing, but she swallows and interlaces their fingers ] -- and find Peter.
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that is the first thing that pops into her head, as she watches him talk --watches him get too ahead of himself and have to start over. it's too organic and too . . . well, james to really be anybody but him, and james is genuine. he always has been, and he always will be, and finally, the reality of the situation is beginning to sink in.
this isn't home. and, it seems, this isn't the afterlife. no . . . this is a new place, and it is real. they were brought here, by something -- voldemort, maybe, but that seems unlikely, given how badly voldemort wanted to kill them. why keep them alive just to move them somewhere else? this isn't magic, it's something else.
and if it is something else . . . then james does not remember. why, lily has no idea. did voldemort wipe his memory? did ... whoever is in charge of this place? what happened, exactly? but that is irrelevant, really, because james genuinely does not know, and suddenly, her heart drops into her stomach. he doesn't know.
suddenly, she wants to cry again. but she bites the inside of her cheek, and fights down the urge to (1) cry and (2) demand that they find harry again, and instead: ]
Voldemort came to Godric's Hollow. On Halloween. 1981.
[ it's said in a soft tone, just above a whisper. she doesn't need to finish it, to explain what happened. no one ecapes voldemort three times. few people even escape him once. but isolated, in godric's hollow, with no one there . . . voldemort was there to kill, and kill he did.
lily swallows, to try and finish the story -- to share details, because james deserves to know, he, of all people, deserve to know what happened, exactly, and how he had died -- but once she says the first part, words fail her, and she reaches out again to grab at his hand, to grip it. ]
Stay with me, because I'm here, and you're here, and we need to stay that way.
[ it's soft, almost a little desperate, but she searches out his eyes. still terrified, still pale, but lily at least has some sense of purpose in her eyes, now. ]
We need to find Harry, and our friends, and -- [ this takes some doing, but she swallows and interlaces their fingers ] -- and find Peter.