Hello. This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. :-D
Disclaimer: It is my regret to inform you that I'm not Jo Rowling, though I'm sure you can see that for yourself…
October 31, 1981
She was going to die. Peter had betrayed them, and now they were going to die. HE would die. "No! He can't die! He's supposed to save us!" the thought ran frantically through her mind as she clutched the baby to her breast and raced upstairs. The baby's big green eyes, identical to her own, were filled with fear and confusion. She tried to comfort him and keep him quiet or Voldemort would hear them. Her husband was downstairs, dueling, defending his family.
A tear rolled down Lily's cheek as she thought back to all the years that the thought of a life without James Potter would not have made her world fall apart. They had only had five years together. 'We were supposed to grow old together! We were supposed to hold our grandchildren and great grandchildren and tell them stories about Hogwarts and our lives and so many other things!' Lily thought in despair. 'Now we won't even get to live to see Harry grow up- if our only son survives at all.'
Lily prayed with all her heart that God would spare her son. She remembered a bible verse she had memorized as a child. "Greater love has no one than this: that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13. She knew what she must do, even as she heard James's shout and a thump as his lifeless body fell to the ground.
"Goodbye, my sweet child. I love you and will be with you always," she whispered tenderly to Harry, lying him down in his cot.
The door burst open and a man in a cloak stepped into the nursery. The room seemed to go cold almost instantly. Lily shivered as she pleaded with Voldemort to spare her son and take her life instead. He refused and told her to step aside. She turned away, to shield Harry from the horrible wizard and felt a pain shoot through her body before it went completely motionless.