Night. The stars scattered like milky splashes across the dark blanket of the night sky. The wind howled between the houses, mourning the tragedy of one house and rejoicing at the victory of the whole Magical World.

The house in Godric's Hollow. You walked around James' body and went up to the second floor. When you opened the door to the nursery, you froze. Lily. Your sweet Lily was lying on the floor and didn't move. Fiery hair scattered across the soft carpet, and the once bright green eyes went out like burnt-out light bulbs. On trembling legs, you sank down to her body and wrapped your arms around it, holding it tightly to yourself. You rocked her in your arms, caressed her hair, as if trying to ease the pain that she had to endure. Her hair was still soft and smelled, as always, of milk and honey. Your sweet Lily. Tears started to flow from your eyes. This is the first time you've cried since you were a child. It's like your heart was ripped out of your chest alive.

Suddenly you heard sobbing. You looked away and noticed the baby. He was sitting in the crib, nervously biting his tiny fist, and trying to control his tears. Little Harry. That's right, not only did your sweet Lily leave that night, but this tiny lump lost the whole world for the sake of other people's world.