It had all been a flash; the door opening, screaming, "Lily run! I'll hold him back," remembering that his wand was upstairs in their bedroom.

Now it was a waiting game that he was going to pay the ultimate price for: Death.

Voldemort was in their house, slowly entering. The instinct to run filled him up. He could hear the door slam upstairs and he knew that Lily and Harry were safe for the time being. It all was up to him at how long he could last with holding the dark wizard back from the rest of his family.

Oh god…. Harry.

Last time seeing him. James was never going to see him go to Hogwarts, never going to teach him to fly, and never going to say how much he loved him ever again. So many things he was going to miss.

Suddenly he regretted everything. He regretted all those missions he had gone on while Lily had been pregnant and just given birth. All those times he had missed saying how much he loved the both of them. But now that didn't matter since Harry would never remember this night. The little boy would never even remember his parents and all that they had done for him.

Nothing mattered anymore for now he was staring death in the face. James took in with his hazel eyes the paleness of the thing that used to be called a man. Red eyes stared him down; they held no feeling or pity in them, only cruelty showed. A smirk was curled up on his lips accenting the fact that there was no nose, only snake-like slits that accented his cold looking features.

James tried to think, tried to think of a smart remark that he could say to lighten the situation, but none could be found. This was what war meant; losing friends, family, and possibly even your own life.

Lily and Harry; they were all that mattered anymore.

As he stared at Voldemort, slowly backing towards the stairs, he only thought of them. He thought of how Lily's eyes gleamed just as Harry's did when she was happy and how her red hair glimmered in the light as she spun around.

Plastered across his mind as the spell was shot was how she smiled right after she had given birth and had Harry bundled in her arms. It was the last thing that even crossed his mind as he fell to the floor, fading into the darkness of death.

A/N

Just something I threw together to get things rolling with the writing block. But hey!-You all got something out of it.

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