AN: Hi, there! This is a 100-word piece inspired by the image here. Please, please, R&R!
In that moment, Lily was proud.
James—selfish, stuck-up, popular James, with no scruples about torturing Severus into eternal spitefulness—he had sacrificed himself in an instant.
Beautiful, brave James.
Even as she screamed silently at the first BANG, even as Lily pounded up the staircase, only one moment echoed faint—but firm—in the essence of her mind. In the smallest, safest cocoon of her thoughts, nestled in faith and covered protectively, Lily held on to that moment.
That moment—when James had finally become the man his wife had always known he could be.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"