Lily Potter– Lily Evans splayed across the floor, body looking almost as peaceful as sleep. Her hair formed a halo around her, eyes as Avada Kedavra green as the spell that would’ve been used. They were warm. Even in death they were warm. Even in death her body curled towards the crib, protective. She didn't even want to settle down --not yet. There was so much she had wanted to do with her life. And yet, she was so inexplicably happy. The glow only a mother could carry. She would've been such an amazing mother. She was already such an amazing mother. Regulus knew. He didn't even know the name of her son —his own fault. He did what any coward would do. He distanced himself and ran. But Lily could love him, and he was unloveable. Lily wouldn't have just loved her child. Lily would've taught her child why love was something to crave and want and how to love. Lily would've taught him how to love.