It happened. He saw 3 flashes of green light coming out of the house, and then the roof seemed to explode. But 3! 3 flashes. He panicked and ran into the house. “LILY!” He screamed. Shortly after, his master kept his promise. He thought. LILY! He screamed again, but more desperately this time. ‘She was in shock, he thought, ‘yes, that must be it. That's why she's not reacting.’ He forced himself to think. He had to go inside now. To get to her. To comfort her. Tell her. He was a better man for her. They could have children together.
He walked past the body of a man. Smirked a little. The strong and, oh so handsome, untouchable James. Lay dead on the ground. “You could never have protected her. But I will.” He said to the body on the floor. “LILY IT'S ALL GOOD, IT'S ME SEV. YOU ARE SAFE NOW.” He shouted. There was no reply. “LILY...” he shouted again, but this time with panic in his voice. “LILY!!!”
Clearly panicked now, he ran up the stairs. She must be all right, she must be. He had promised. His master had promised. She would be spared. Before he opened the door, he heard a baby crying. The boy? But how? He asked himself. Then he noticed something. It made his blood run cold. No female voice could be heard trying to calm the child. “L... L... Lily?” He clearly sounded frightened now. With difficulty, he pushed the door open. Immediately, he fell to his knees. In front of him was his greatest fear. There was the figure of a woman whose once beautiful green eyes were open and empty. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." He screamed. “NO LILY.” He pulled her close to him and howled like a wounded animal.
“Lily wake up! Please, Lily, wake up, !” He said, as tears ran down his cheeks like waterfalls. He looked into the crib next to her. The one-year-old little boy was sitting there, crying his eyes out, with a wound on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. He gently laid the boy's mother down and closed her eyes so he could pretend she was asleep. Yes, asleep, not dead. He looked at the boy with disgust.
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It was his fault. His fault that his beautiful mother was lying dead on the floor. He looked at her one more time. The pain that rose in his chest was too great to bear. “I... I'm... I'm so sorry, Lily. I am so sorry. He turned to leave when he heard another scream in the distance. A small cry. Another baby. He ran towards the sound. He had to tell Dumbledore that there were two babies. Quickly opening the door to a room that looked like a bedroom with a bassinet in it. It was decorated with pink bows. Obviously it was a girl.
He sniffed. Probably dark-haired and useless like her father and brother. He peered into the bassinet. His heart skipped a beat. The same green eyes as Lily's stared back at him. A wreath of deep red hair. Just like hers had been. He had to admit it. She was beautiful. He picked her up to look at her more closely. He held her gently. She was not much more than a few weeks old. Lily must have just given birth to her. She wore a bracelet around her tiny wrist. It was a golden name held together by two tiny chains: "Avalon" was written on the bracelet. He looked deep into the little girl's eyes. She, for her part, looked at him curiously. She looked at his tear-stained, pale cheeks, his greasy long black hair. His hooked nose and dark eyes. He smiled slightly. “
I will make sure you are safe, little Avalon.” He said. He put her back in her cradle and ran back to her mother's body. The pain of her death returned to his heart. He took off her necklace and pocketed it. Then he went back into the bedroom and to the baby. He quickly grabbed a few things and put them in a bag. There was a picture of Lily and James on the bedside table. He took it out of the frame and tore it so that the part showing Lily remained intact. And stored it in his black robes, Then he carefully picked up the little girl. He looked back once more. “I won’t let anything ever happen to her, Lily, I promise.” With those words, he turned on the spot and disappeared.