Tears drip down my face but I don’t bother wiping them off. Just seeing the words that Lily had put on the page, knowing that she had written them, brought a feeling that I didn’t feel very often; sorrow. Just knowing what would happen to her, the fact that she has no clue that she is to be murdered by Lord Voldemort, and not being able to do anything kills me. I loved her. He promised that he would spare her that he would let her live. Stupid girl, she wouldn’t move away from Potter’s crib, wouldn’t let Voldemort kill him. She could still be alive right now; I would be able to see her green eyes and red hair again.
I warned Dumbledore the moment that I found out that Voldemort was planning to kill the boy. All he did was warn the Potters! All he did was put a Fidelius Charm on the house! He didn’t do enough, if he had then she would still be alive and I would still be able to see the laughing face that I see in the picture that came with the letter. These are all of the thoughts and feelings that go through my head as I remember her through her letter and her picture. I take the last page of the letter that has Lily’s love and the part of the picture that has her laughing and leave. There is no need to linger, no need to dwell on the people who have passed, especially in Sirius’s house.
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