October 31st

I started this what feels like a million years ago, and finished it yesterday. I can't draw comics, but... I gave it my best. Sort of. Not really, but it was fun to draw.
Fun and HEARTBREAKINGLY SAD.
I love James and Lily, I don't know why I torture myself with sad things.

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‘He was over the threshold as James came sprinting down the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand…

“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off—”

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! … He laughed before casting the curse…

“Avada Kedavra!”’

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‘He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand… and there she stood, the child in her arms.

“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”’

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‘The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time: he could stand, clutching the bars of his cot, and he looked up into the intruder’s face with a kind of bright interest. perhaps thinking that it was his father who his beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up at any moment, laughing—’

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‘And then he broke, he was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here trapped in the rubble of the ruined house, but away, far away…’