disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or anyhting related to that wonderful industry... JK does... (lucky...)
Tom Riddle had a great grin spread across his face. James Potter stood before him. Clearly Tom had the element of surprise because James was in clothed in blue flannel pajamas and hastily retrieving his wand. At this pitiful sight, Voldemort cackled "Stupefy"
James shouted as the red light struck the chair behind him as he dove to the floor.
"Childs play." Thought Tom.
James muttered a spell under his breath and was engulfed with a golden shield.
But, Voldemort was far more powerful. "Expelliarmas." he whispered and James was thrown against the living room wall- his wand in some unknown location.
During all of this, Sirius Black stood watching, half in disbelief. Voldemort was bearing down on his best friend- he had to do something.
"Avada Kedarva"
Sirius saw his chance and leapt in front of the green light.
It only flew straight threw him and struck its intended target. James slid to the ground, dead. His glasses askew on his face with the lenses shattered; his mouth in the process of forming some spell that would never come to life.
Voldemort causally crossed over the body, the dirt off his boots dusting the corpse.
Sirius sat in shock. He did not have any idea what was happening. James was dead. He heard Lily scream.
"Not Harry. Not Harry! Please, ple- I'll do anything-"
"Stand aside girl."
"Not Harry, please, Not Harry." (She was in sobs now, barely audible.)
"Stand aside girl." He chuckled at her weakness.
"No, take me. Take me instead. Please… have mercy. Have mercy…"
"Mercy? Ha-ha… Avada Kedarva." And Lily joined her husband in the after life.
Voldemort was towering over baby Harry when Sirius entered the room.
A flash, a high shrill and Tom Riddle was gone……
….if fact, everything was gone.
Sirius was in a dark room.
Alone.
Or was he?
