The House Competition:
House: Slytherin
Category: Drabble
Prompt: James and Lily's final night [Prompt]
Word Count: approx 550
James grinned at Harry. "That's my boy," he said, as one-year-old Harry chewed happily on his toy. "Oi, Lily! I've taught him something!"
Lily, who had just entered the room, hurried towards her husband. "Yes? What was it?" she said excitedly. But when her eyes fell on Harry, she turned to look flatly at grinning James. "You taught him that?!"
"Yep!" James replied proudly. "I'm awesome, aren't I?'
Lily rolled her eyes. "Really, James? Even at times like this, you keep playing around. You're unbelievable!"
James grinned goofily at her. "You know I am." He winked. Lily rolled her eyes again, and was about to walk away when she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and pull her into the air. She let out a squeal as she was dumped very ungracefully on the bed.
James towered over her, smirking down at her. "Well, well, well," he said, putting his hands on either side of her, "look what we've got here,"
Before he could continue, small fists bumped against his leg, and an angry voice calling. "Le' go of Mumma!"
And there he stood in all his glory, his green eyes glaring passionately at James. Harry punched his dad again. "I sai' le' go of Mumma!"
James backed away in surprise, his eyes wide as he watched his son toddle over to Lily and hug her foot, as it was the only thing he could reach. Lily matched James' expression, and she laughed.
James grinned at him, "That's my little man," he scooped Harry up, much to the toddler's annoyance. "Come on, let's put you to bed."
Lily shook her head as her son struggled to get out of James' arms, giving his father a very threatening glare. He didn't succeed in cowing James, though, and so James plopped him into his cot.
Harry grinned as he slammed his little chubby hands against the wood, still unable to escape the prison.
"You'd make a very intimidating superhero, young man. Maybe that's what you'll be for Halloween!" James said proudly,
Lily smiled. "Just think, maybe next year we'll take him trick or treating!" she said dreamily.
James nodded. "Yes, maybe he could go as Batman, his glare certainly is good enough."
"Maybe," Lily laughed. "Just imagine how happy Sirius would be. All I ask is that he doesn't make Harry go crazy like him."
"That's Padfoot's speciality, Lils, of course he will." James grinned.
Lily sighed. "Either way, I just hope the war ends soon. I want Harry to have a normal childhood."
James smiled. "I'm sure it will."
Outside, Voldemort drew near. He passed the neat lawn silently, his hand tightening around his wand. Acold, malicious look crossed his face as he neared the house.
"James, would you get harry his bottle? I left it downstairs." Lily asked, "He doesn't sleep without it,"
James nodded. He dropped his wand in Harry's cot, pecked the fuming baby's forehead, and slipped out of the room. A crept along the short hall, down the stairs and into the living room where he last remembered seeing Harry with his bottle. There, he heard the sound of a door creaking. James looked around and was greeted by nothing but his nerves going haywire. As he stood there, he heard another sound. A deep breathing. As he turned around, he saw a flash of green light and death took him by surprise