All Eternity

All Eternity

The Truth Behind It All

I remember it clearly. I remember it like it was the only thing I can remember, which, when you think about it, might be true. It feels like a thousand years ago, though it was probably only a couple, I have no idea. I was at home, at Godric's Hollow with James and Harry. I was feeding Harry, James was reading. Suddenly, James' head shot up, and he narrowed his eyes and looked through the window into the darkness of the night. His eyes then widened and he started yelling at me-- I was so shocked at first that I didn't know what he was saying, but I soon caught the gist of it. He told me to run, to take Harry, and that he would try and hold him off. I didn't need two guesses to know who that was. I was scared, scared for my one and only love, James and for my poor, one year old baby, who might not live to see his second birthday...no! I couldn't think like that, I had a task, to help my son, and I was going to do it, though I didn't want to leave my husband to fight alone. As I ran, thinking my best bet would be to get to the fireplace and Floo out of here, I heard a hiss, and I instantly knew my husband was dead. I stopped for a moment to look back, but I heard movement, and I just ran faster. I threw the Floo powder into the fire, expecting it to turn green, but it didn't, and I realized that Voldemort had put a anti-Floo spell on it.

After my failure with the Floo, I started running again, and I thought about Peter and how he betrayed us all-- well, everyone on the light side, at least. Hatred started burning inside of me and I was shocked to hear a door slam open and a man...if you could call him that, come in. He grinned in a ghastly way and I held my baby closer to my chest, not wanting him to kill my baby boy. He said I could live...if I gave my son to him. But I would NEVER give Harry to that...that monster! I told him so, begging him to spare Harry, to kill me in his place. He sneered at me and he said those evil, dreaded words, and jet of sinister looking green light was heading toward me. As it reached me, I felt as if something inside of my body was being ripped without mercy, without any thought to my well being, and for a moment I saw my body, lying on the floor, as Voldemort turned to my poor son, before I came to this place...if you can call it one. This...place, as I will call it, is, in all essence, nothing. Now, you're going to be asking how a place can be nothing, but I can't explain, it just is. And I felt, and I still feel to this day, dreadful.

After, well, I don't know how long, I saw a light. I don't know how, but I did. It seemed so out of place in this...place. Then soon after...or maybe a long time after...I can't really tell, I was sucked through it. I saw James and Harry, and other ghosts. But as I looked closer, I saw that Harry wasn't the same, he was alive! I floated over to him as fast as I could, and as I did, information came rushing to me, about what had happened after I died, and I almost cried as I learned what happened to Harry. I had, at that moment, reached him and I talked to him for the first time in many years, if his appearance gave any clue. I aided him in fighting the monster that took mine, and many others lives away, and when finished, I came back to this nothing. As I mused over what I learned, I thought that this...that this place was where I was staying, for all eternity.

The End

Author's Note: This is my first fan fic, so sorry if you think it sucked. Please review, even if it is because you think this needs improvement, because I would like to hear of all of the reactions to this. Also, tell me if I got anything wrong.(according to canon)