“Pass me a quill, please Remus,” Lily asked. It had been a few weeks since Dumbledore finally came to tell them they were being hunted by Voldemort, and she was writing her will.
“Lily, please you don’t need to do this! Nothing is going to happen to you, Sirius would die rather than let your whereabouts be revealed, I can promise you,” Remus said, pleading her not to write it. He understood how important it was to have a Will, but she was doing it out of sadness. He knew that Lily was sure she would die by Voldemort’s hand.
“Remus, a quill,” she repeated, rather snappishly. He crossed his arms and looked at her.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” she said, picking up her wand and getting one herself. Giving him a harsh look, she dipped it in the ink and continued to write it.

“What does Prongs think about all of this?” he asked her.
“He is upset that I’m doing it but, Remus, what if he finds us? I just need to know that if anything happens with us, our things are going to go to someone who will do good with them, not destroy them”