Author's Notes: It's been done. Yeah. I know. I just wanted to add my two-cents. At some point I might do a longer one - I don't know. This was written at about one in the morning so if it's horrid I apologize. The characters aren't mine - hell, the one line of dialogue isn't.
Take Me With You
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off--"
The words were still resonating in her ears, completely dictating her actions, although about five seconds had passed since they'd been spoken. They replayed over and over in her mind, like a broken record, a constant, unceasing, unrelenting loop.
She was running completely on auto-pilot now. It wasn't even a conscious decision to run full-tilt down the hallway and throw open the door of the nursery. She didn't feel it when she broke her nail off on the doorknob in her rush to get in. She didn't need to think about what she was doing, it just happened - which was endlessly merciful, as she doubted she'd have been able to focus on anything but the repetitious phrase in her head. She was aware, dully, subconsciously, of the yells coming from the first level of the house. She couldn't tell what was going on, though. She wouldn't allow herself to dwell on it. The only phrase she registered was the one in her head, playing over and over and over.
She'd never heard James sound scared before.
Her heart was hammering against her chest. The rush of adrenaline coursing through her body would no doubt have been exhilarating if she hadn't been so damned petrified. A slim hand shot out to the door, grabbing the edge and beginning to close it, when the entire room was illuminated with an eerie green glow. Her hand slid from the door.
She could've sworn her heart skipped a beat.
Oh god oh god no oh god please don't let it be him please oh god oh god James I need you oh god I can't do this on my own jamesohgodohgodohgodpleaseIloveyouohgodohgodjamesjamesjamesdon'tleaveme take me with you.
She didn't want to do this. She didn't care anymore. She didn't want to pick up the pieces of a shattered life. It was over, now - let him win. She wasn't going to do this alone. She couldn't. She refused. She couldn't do it, now, even if she managed to make it out alive. She didn't want to sit on the sidelines without her dancing partner.
I can't I can't I'm not strong enough oh God I don't care oh god he can take me too it doesn't matter anymore oh god please don't leave me!
The cacophony of her own frantic thoughts and inner desperate pleas had her numb to the world, an almost trance like state. She was simply standing there, arms at her sides, completely and utterly shell-shocked.
Until a baby's cry from behind her jolted her back to the present.
Her mind cleared. Expression hardening with resolve her hand shot up to the door again and in a slick motion she slammed it shut, lock clicking as she threw her weight against the door.
I'm coming, James, but Harry's not.