I feel the air fill my lungs, like after apperating, in a overwhelming gush. Opening my eyes fear floods my veins.
"Lily! Harry!" I gasp.
Spinning around I try to see them but all I see is the inside of a carriage on the Hogwarts Express, but all of the colour has been bleached out of it.
My eyes are drawn to the window, through which I can see my whole world collapsing.
Lord Voldemort is climbing the stairs in our quaint little cottage, tracing step I've taken hundreds of times, edging ever closer to Harry's nursery.
In the nursery I see the love of my life trying to calm our beautiful crying son.
Her words seep into my consciousness, "Mama loves you, Dada loves you" my breath locks in my throat and my tears increase tenfold as the realisation that I can't protect them anymore sets in.
Seeing my wife prepare to die for our son shatters my already broken heart.
I rush to the window as the door is blown aside and Voldemort draws into the room.
His words don't register as I see Lily stand up to the darkest wizard of all time.
I see her lips form words but my eyes are trapped on her emerald ones. I glance towards my son's same eyes and see the tears rolling down his face.
A flash of green lights up his already green eyes as horror fills mine.
I look back to see a flash of red fill my vision for the last time.
"NO, NO, NO! LILY! PLEASE GODRIC NO!"
A shuddering breath fills my ears and I whip around in time to catch Lily as she crumples to the ground.
Twisting the both of us around I face the image of my worst nightmare. Even a Bogart couldn't imagine this.
Voldemort steps over Lily's lifeless body and points his wand at our baby boy.
"Harry" Lily's choked whisper finds its way to my ears.
I pull her closer into my body as the silent rears stream down my face.
A burst of green hits Harry's face.
"NO!" The word rips it way up my throat and Lily's scream echo's mine.
Then the green light ricochets backwards and lifts Voldemort up and as he hits the wall I see the light leave his eyes.
I zero in on Harry and see him sitting there sobbing and saying Mama over and over again as he stares at his mother's body.
"James?" I look down to see that Lily is staring at our son, an expression of shock brushed across her face, shock which I'm sure is mirrored on my own face.
"Is he?" I manage to shudder out, fear fills me as I look at the blood blooming on Harry's face.
"I think so" comes her airy reply.
I grab her in a tight hug pressing her against my chest, looking over her head at our amazing boy, our Harry.
I feel her tears soak into my shirt and loosen my hold on her, only to feel her grip my back tighter.
"He's alive Lil" I whisper.
"He's safe" she states, her words muffled by my shirt.
I bury my head into her hair and then I begin to laugh. I felt Lily's chuckles join mine but at some stage they both became sobs as reality set in.
We were dead.
Our son was on his own.
Peter betrayed us.
"Peter" his name is a spoken promise.
He will suffer for this.
One day.
For Harry.