He got her. He just knew he got her. The triumph blinded him for a split-second, until he saw a jet of light coming at him at the speed of a Bludger. His half-compiled shield protected him from the worst, but mind spells are scarcely shielded, and the force of the curse hit him like a blow in the gut, and he buckled.
Green, bright green eyes. Verdant, almost poisonous. Albus didn't know what was worse, the venom of the eyes, or the color slowly fading away.
He coughed, hard, vomit and blood sticking in his throat.
Pale, so pale. And so high. He was merely three foot tall, a small boy clinging to the legs of his mother, watching his father's marble coffin being lowered into the ground. It was difficult to imagine that a box could hold back the vibrant man that his dad had been.
Cold eyes, again. Grey this time. A boy with blond hair, dressed in silver-and-green folded his arms, leaning against the cold dungeon wall. His words still echo in Albus's head: " You're Albus Potter?" Surprised contempt. You're Albus Potter.......
He was breathing heavily, too heavily. Green grass and blue sky were blurring before his eyes, a faded figure in the distance looking at him. He bent his head down and....
The curse shot out, too fast, too fast. A sick sound, like internal organs being torn out. Anger. Shock. Its only when he hears the dim clatter that he realises his wand has slipped out of his hand, falling on the floor.
Red hair. Red hair and a pale, pale face.......storms in the night. Lightning crackling.
No...du Hunt. Du Hunt was still standing there, he couldn't...
"I'm going Mum." James's voice is strangely determined. The lines of his face are hardened, have been ever since he knew that Voldemort was still alive. Mum doesn't bother protesting. He walks out, shoes clicking against the wooden floor.
Albus doesn't let him though. He clings, and holds on to his elder brother's hand, letting the panic, the desperation show. "James...you can't, please he'll kill you....." James jerks his hand away, and doesn't even bother insulting him, mocking his cowardliness. The stranger with the hard face, walks out without a word.
Albus turns to his mother, fairly begging. "Mum you can't let him...."
"Go away Albus." She sounds too dead to care. And it hurts. It twists a knife in his gut that everyone's given up on everyone, that his mother doesn't care to see him. Or his eyes. Because her precious son is out to duel evil. And this son was never part of the family to begin with.
Hold on. He had to hold on and ride this out..
Lily's shattered face, so like their mother's. James' face is entirely closed up. Maybe because he's carrying the dead body of their Mum in his arms.
Albus surfaced, churning and whirling, wand pointed straight ahead. His eyes were darkened, almost to black. He wouldn't miss. He couldn't miss. "Crucio."