As pretty as a lily, just like her sweet name. Gentle and caring, and vivacious all the same. James Potter's wife, Severus Snape's love, Everyone's best friend, blessed by almighty god above. Till the Dark Lord came on a sinister, Halloween night. Her husband told her to run upstairs, while he put up a fight. Voldemort's killed him without a second glance. Now feeling his destiny close, his heart began to dance. She closed herself in a room, she knew she would not be able to flee. The Dark Lord opened the door, and entered the room with glee. She could have saved herself, so the Dark Lord surmised. But she chose to protect her son, the Dark Lord was surprised. For he did not know love, which yearns to protect, The ones you love, from those they dread. She spread out her arms in front of her son, Trying desperately to save him ,from the harm that was sure to come. In a flash of light, she was dead ; but her love flowed in her son's blood. Her son who looked like his father, yet had green eyes, like a river of lilies in full flood.
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